Post by Michael Hunter Jr. on Jan 5, 2016 9:48:45 GMT -6
SCENE ONE: Sitting At A Bar
[The scene opens to a bar, the lighting dim, we hear the faint sound of country music playing on the radio as a crowd of people are gathered around the bar trying to drink away all their problems as-if it actually worked that way. The camera pans in to one Woman in particular, quite the pretty young lady at that, her long black hair ran down the back of her skin tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. A man approaches, wearing a pair of worn out blue jeans and a black t-shirt with what appears to be blood-stains in certain areas, His face covered in light scruff, He takes a seat at the bar stool right next to the previously mentioned woman, without turning his head toward her the man begins to speak.]
"Buy you a drink?"
[The woman turns her head look at where the voice was coming from, She looks the man up and down before giving a sly smile, and shrugging her shoulders. The man raises his hand to get the bartenders attention, the Bartender walks over and the Man put his money on the counter as the Bartender hands him two beers, The man slides one over to the woman, and takes a drink of his own.]
"Rebecca."
[The woman announces herself as she sticks her hand out, however instead of meeting her halfway for a proper shake the man continues to drink his beer without even looking at her.]
"Yeah...That's great."
[Rebecca looks offended by the man's reaction, obviously not used to that kind of behavior from members of the opposite sex.]
"Excuse the fuck out of me, who do you think you are, talking to a lady like that?"
[The man lets out a loud laugh which actually seems to startle Rebecca a little.]
"Lady? That's rich."
[The man takes another swig of his beer before finishing his thought, still refusing to even look at Rebecca.]
"Tell me something. If your such a Lady, why are you sitting here at a bar, trolling for meat, instead of spending time with your boyfriend”
[The woman seems to be getting more, and more pissed by the second.]
Rebecca: “Who said I had a boyfriend huh?”
[The man finally turns his attention toward Rebecca, he cocks his head motioning behind her with a sarcastic grin on his face, she turns around to see a man approaching the two of them, a rather large chiseled man to be precise.]
Rebecca: “Johnny!”
[Obviously this woman knows the man who appears to be carved out of granite. The expression on his face appears to get more, and, more intense the closer he gets, until he finally stops right behind Rebecca, he stares the man at the bar down as if sizing him up.]
Johnny: “This guy giving you trouble Becca?”
[Johnny kind of flexes as he talks, trying to intimidate the much smaller man, which doesn’t seem to work. Rebecca stares at Johnny for a second contemplating her answer before nodding her head, and shooting the man and evil glare.]
Johnny: “You want me to take care of him for you?”
[Rebecca gives an evil grin still staring at the stranger sitting at the bar, but before she can answer Johnny’s question, the man chugs down the rest of his beer, and lets out a laugh.]
”I’d like to see you try.”
WHACK!
[That’s the sound you could hear all the way across the bar as Johnny lets go with a right hook, knocking the once cocky stranger off his barstool, and flat on his face on the ground of the bar, he lifts up a little to wipe his mouth as we see blood dripping out, he is met with a kick to the ribs by Rebecca for his troubles.]
Rebecca: “That’ll teach you to disrespect a lady again.”
[Rebecca gives him another kick to the ribs for good measure, before Johnny grabs her by the back of the arm, he laughs.]
Johny: “Pathetic.”
[Johnny throws his arm over his woman, as the couple walk away victorious. The man on the floor turns around to watch them leave with a smile on his face, blood still dripping from his lip.]
…
[Some time has past, it’s gotten late and the bar is closing now. We see the parking lot, mostly empty except for one car parked near the front of the bar, obviously the bartender’s, and one old beat up brown lincoln some ways out into the parking lot. We see the couple from earlier, Johnny, and Rebecca, stumble out of the bar, obviously a little more than tipsy. They are both laughing, and hanging all over each other, the two finally make it to their car after quite the struggle, Johnny, ever the gentleman, walks to the passenger side to hold the door open for Rebecca, she gives him a peck on the lips before getting in. Johnny closes the door and turns around to start his way around to the driver side, but before he can move he feels something cold and hard pressed to his chest, he looks down in shock to see a 9mm with a silencer pointed directly at his chest, on the other side a much smaller man then he, wearing a black hoodie over his face so he can’t be seen, you can hear the loud click of the car doors locking as, Rebecca jumps into the floorboard, protecting herself. Johnny is noticeably scared as he begins to talk with his hands in the air, he begins to stumble over his own words, shaking in fear.]
Johnny: “Whoa...Whoa man, jus….Just hold on a minute okay?...Jus...Look...Look man I don’t have any money alright?...oh man...I’m...I’m sorry man okay, I..I just...I don’t have any money man alright?...Alright look man, you see her?”
[Johnny nods to the car without moving his hands. The hoodie man looks over to see Rebecca face down in The floorboard to frightened to move, this seems to make the hoodie man laugh a little.]
Johnny: “You like what you see? You can have her, just let me go man. Just let me go, and she’s all yours, you can do whatever you want to her.”
[the Hooded man laughs a littlle more before craning his neck up a little so Johnny can see his face. Johnny gasps as he realizes, it’s the same guy from earlier in the bar, the same guy he punched out.]
”Now who’s pathetic?”
[With that, he squeezes the trigger, causing Johnny’s large frame to hi the cold hard pavement, as Rebecca stays glued to the floorboard in the car, too scared to look. The man casually tucks the guy away and starts to walk away, stepping over Johnny’s lifeless body, he pulls out a flip phone and dials, putting the little cheap phone to his ear, we can hear it ringing as the man continues his casual walk away from the scene of the crime, finally someone picks up on the other side, we don;t hear him say anything, but you can very clearly hear someone breathing on the other end of the line.]
"Johnny Raunauro sleeps with the fishes.”
[That’s all the man says before hanging up, he throws the phone away in a trashcan that caught his eye while in midst stride, he continues to walk, further, and further, until he disappears into the night, and the scene fades.]
SCENE TWO: Dying Wish.
[The scene reopens to a very different scene, very solemn, everyone seems to be rather sad, donning black attire, as-if in mourning. They are all in a very small white room, chairs lined horizontally with each other, we see the man from the last scene, this time wearing a black suit, looking rather uncomfortable as if he doesn’t want to be here.]
“You have to Michael.”
[He remember his wife saying before he came, he knew when he heard that, he didn’t have a choice, she was the boss after all. Michael mustered up a smile as he looked at his wife sitting in the chair next to him, she was wearing a long black dress that made her look very slim, Michael ran his hand down her long flowing red hair as she looked up at him, Michael immediately noticed her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that Michael would find himself lost in more often than not. She stuck her tongue out at him in a playful manner as Michael laughs. Michael then turns his attention to the room, on the white walls we see pictures hanging up, A man in a minor league baseball uniform, the same man wrestling a bear in an old black and white photo, Michael turns his attention to the front of the room where we see a TV, under the TV is an old school vcr player, and under tht is another picture, this picture has the same man as all the other pictures in the room, but this time it has writing, and dates on it.]
Woman: “Thank you all for coming today.”
[She looks around at the room of scattered people, some trying to hold back tears ,some, like Michael, have very stoic looks on their faces, as if they could care less, which in Michael’s case is exactly how he feels about his current situation.]
Woman: “What I’m about to play for you is the last will and testament of , Michael Hunter Sr.”
[She puts the video in the VCR as the tv comes to life, we see the man from the photos, only quite a bit older, time seems to have not been on his side as noted by the crows feet under his eyes, and the wrinkles covering his rubbery looking skin, he sits in an old wooden rocking chair in what appears to be someone's bedroom, he begins to speak, his voice rough, and stern.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “Hello. If your watching this it means, I’m no longer with you, but please friends, and family, don’t be sad. Know that I am always with you in spirit, and it is my fighting spirt that kept me going this long, unfortunately nothing lasts forever, a fact I have made peace with.”
[The man pauses for a moment as he hangs his head, obviously feeling burdened, as if he doesn’t want this to be the end, but knows it is.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “What I haven’t made peace with, is what will happen to my assets, and belongings in my absence, that’s why you're all here, to figure out who gets all my money.”
[The man in the video laughs, there are a few scattered chuckles around the room, Michael Jr. just looks annoyed.]
Michael Hunter Jr: “In all serious, it is a very important matter, one I’ve had to think long and hard about. I have decided to leave, my estate, and all my assets to...My beautiful wife, Gina Hunter.”
[Michael looks across the room spotting his Step-mother Gina, a very young attractive woman, younger than Michael even, a gold-digger if he’d ever seen one, she only came into the picture after his father found out about the cancer that led to this very moment. Michael lets out a sarcastic chuckle as he watchesGina crying big ole’ crocodile tears into a kleenex.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “as for my son, Michael Jr.”
[Michael snaps his attention back to the TV, surprised to hear his name, him and his father hadn’t been on speaking terms for a very long time, so why was he talking to him now, in this video will.]
Michael Hunter Sr: “Mikey, I hope you're here today, because I have a request for you, my last request, my dying wish Michael. I want you to follow in my footsteps Michael, I want you to make an honest living, I want you to do more with your life then being an “Independent Contractor”"
[Michael Sr said the last words with a hint of sarcasm, Michael knew what his son really did for a living ,killing people for mob don, Vito Belltolli, But Michael Sr was no snitch, and Independent contractor was Jr’s cover job.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “I want you to make a good life for that wife of yours, and my beautiful granddaughter, I want you to become a pro wrestler, just like your dear old dad was.”
[Michael Jr had heard enough, he stood up.]
Woman: “Please sit down until the video is over sir.”
[Michael ignored her, he grabbed his wife by the hand, and, drug her out of the room with him, he was furious. The idea sounded absurd, a wrestler? Michael never wrestled in his life, true he had a couple years of MMA training as a kid, to learn self defense, but that’s a whole different ballgame, and why did his father even care what he did for a living, he never cared before, he never cared about anything Michael did before, so why now? Why in death was his son so important now, why was his father so worried about him now when he never gave a fuck before. Michael tried to wrap his mind around as he hurried his wife into the passenger side of his truck, almost forcing her inside. He closed her door and hurried around to the driver side still deep in thought and anger, he starts the truck and shakes his head.]
Michael Hunter Jr.: “Can you believe that? The nerve of the guy, he’s crazy if he thinks I’m getting into wrestling. I don’t care if it was the crazy fucker’s dying wish.”
[Michael’s wife keeps her head down, holding her left elbow in her right hand, seeming a little nervous to say what she wants too, she lets the words out anyway.]
“Michael you have too...”
[Michael stares at his wife for a moment, knowing full well exactly what her words meant. before cursing under his breath.]
“Damnit...”
[The scene fades.]
[The scene opens to a bar, the lighting dim, we hear the faint sound of country music playing on the radio as a crowd of people are gathered around the bar trying to drink away all their problems as-if it actually worked that way. The camera pans in to one Woman in particular, quite the pretty young lady at that, her long black hair ran down the back of her skin tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. A man approaches, wearing a pair of worn out blue jeans and a black t-shirt with what appears to be blood-stains in certain areas, His face covered in light scruff, He takes a seat at the bar stool right next to the previously mentioned woman, without turning his head toward her the man begins to speak.]
"Buy you a drink?"
[The woman turns her head look at where the voice was coming from, She looks the man up and down before giving a sly smile, and shrugging her shoulders. The man raises his hand to get the bartenders attention, the Bartender walks over and the Man put his money on the counter as the Bartender hands him two beers, The man slides one over to the woman, and takes a drink of his own.]
"Rebecca."
[The woman announces herself as she sticks her hand out, however instead of meeting her halfway for a proper shake the man continues to drink his beer without even looking at her.]
"Yeah...That's great."
[Rebecca looks offended by the man's reaction, obviously not used to that kind of behavior from members of the opposite sex.]
"Excuse the fuck out of me, who do you think you are, talking to a lady like that?"
[The man lets out a loud laugh which actually seems to startle Rebecca a little.]
"Lady? That's rich."
[The man takes another swig of his beer before finishing his thought, still refusing to even look at Rebecca.]
"Tell me something. If your such a Lady, why are you sitting here at a bar, trolling for meat, instead of spending time with your boyfriend”
[The woman seems to be getting more, and more pissed by the second.]
Rebecca: “Who said I had a boyfriend huh?”
[The man finally turns his attention toward Rebecca, he cocks his head motioning behind her with a sarcastic grin on his face, she turns around to see a man approaching the two of them, a rather large chiseled man to be precise.]
Rebecca: “Johnny!”
[Obviously this woman knows the man who appears to be carved out of granite. The expression on his face appears to get more, and, more intense the closer he gets, until he finally stops right behind Rebecca, he stares the man at the bar down as if sizing him up.]
Johnny: “This guy giving you trouble Becca?”
[Johnny kind of flexes as he talks, trying to intimidate the much smaller man, which doesn’t seem to work. Rebecca stares at Johnny for a second contemplating her answer before nodding her head, and shooting the man and evil glare.]
Johnny: “You want me to take care of him for you?”
[Rebecca gives an evil grin still staring at the stranger sitting at the bar, but before she can answer Johnny’s question, the man chugs down the rest of his beer, and lets out a laugh.]
”I’d like to see you try.”
WHACK!
[That’s the sound you could hear all the way across the bar as Johnny lets go with a right hook, knocking the once cocky stranger off his barstool, and flat on his face on the ground of the bar, he lifts up a little to wipe his mouth as we see blood dripping out, he is met with a kick to the ribs by Rebecca for his troubles.]
Rebecca: “That’ll teach you to disrespect a lady again.”
[Rebecca gives him another kick to the ribs for good measure, before Johnny grabs her by the back of the arm, he laughs.]
Johny: “Pathetic.”
[Johnny throws his arm over his woman, as the couple walk away victorious. The man on the floor turns around to watch them leave with a smile on his face, blood still dripping from his lip.]
…
[Some time has past, it’s gotten late and the bar is closing now. We see the parking lot, mostly empty except for one car parked near the front of the bar, obviously the bartender’s, and one old beat up brown lincoln some ways out into the parking lot. We see the couple from earlier, Johnny, and Rebecca, stumble out of the bar, obviously a little more than tipsy. They are both laughing, and hanging all over each other, the two finally make it to their car after quite the struggle, Johnny, ever the gentleman, walks to the passenger side to hold the door open for Rebecca, she gives him a peck on the lips before getting in. Johnny closes the door and turns around to start his way around to the driver side, but before he can move he feels something cold and hard pressed to his chest, he looks down in shock to see a 9mm with a silencer pointed directly at his chest, on the other side a much smaller man then he, wearing a black hoodie over his face so he can’t be seen, you can hear the loud click of the car doors locking as, Rebecca jumps into the floorboard, protecting herself. Johnny is noticeably scared as he begins to talk with his hands in the air, he begins to stumble over his own words, shaking in fear.]
Johnny: “Whoa...Whoa man, jus….Just hold on a minute okay?...Jus...Look...Look man I don’t have any money alright?...oh man...I’m...I’m sorry man okay, I..I just...I don’t have any money man alright?...Alright look man, you see her?”
[Johnny nods to the car without moving his hands. The hoodie man looks over to see Rebecca face down in The floorboard to frightened to move, this seems to make the hoodie man laugh a little.]
Johnny: “You like what you see? You can have her, just let me go man. Just let me go, and she’s all yours, you can do whatever you want to her.”
[the Hooded man laughs a littlle more before craning his neck up a little so Johnny can see his face. Johnny gasps as he realizes, it’s the same guy from earlier in the bar, the same guy he punched out.]
”Now who’s pathetic?”
[With that, he squeezes the trigger, causing Johnny’s large frame to hi the cold hard pavement, as Rebecca stays glued to the floorboard in the car, too scared to look. The man casually tucks the guy away and starts to walk away, stepping over Johnny’s lifeless body, he pulls out a flip phone and dials, putting the little cheap phone to his ear, we can hear it ringing as the man continues his casual walk away from the scene of the crime, finally someone picks up on the other side, we don;t hear him say anything, but you can very clearly hear someone breathing on the other end of the line.]
"Johnny Raunauro sleeps with the fishes.”
[That’s all the man says before hanging up, he throws the phone away in a trashcan that caught his eye while in midst stride, he continues to walk, further, and further, until he disappears into the night, and the scene fades.]
SCENE TWO: Dying Wish.
[The scene reopens to a very different scene, very solemn, everyone seems to be rather sad, donning black attire, as-if in mourning. They are all in a very small white room, chairs lined horizontally with each other, we see the man from the last scene, this time wearing a black suit, looking rather uncomfortable as if he doesn’t want to be here.]
“You have to Michael.”
[He remember his wife saying before he came, he knew when he heard that, he didn’t have a choice, she was the boss after all. Michael mustered up a smile as he looked at his wife sitting in the chair next to him, she was wearing a long black dress that made her look very slim, Michael ran his hand down her long flowing red hair as she looked up at him, Michael immediately noticed her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that Michael would find himself lost in more often than not. She stuck her tongue out at him in a playful manner as Michael laughs. Michael then turns his attention to the room, on the white walls we see pictures hanging up, A man in a minor league baseball uniform, the same man wrestling a bear in an old black and white photo, Michael turns his attention to the front of the room where we see a TV, under the TV is an old school vcr player, and under tht is another picture, this picture has the same man as all the other pictures in the room, but this time it has writing, and dates on it.]
Michael “The Hunter” Hunter Sr.
May 2nd, 1950-Oct 20, 2015.
May 2nd, 1950-Oct 20, 2015.
Woman: “Thank you all for coming today.”
[She looks around at the room of scattered people, some trying to hold back tears ,some, like Michael, have very stoic looks on their faces, as if they could care less, which in Michael’s case is exactly how he feels about his current situation.]
Woman: “What I’m about to play for you is the last will and testament of , Michael Hunter Sr.”
[She puts the video in the VCR as the tv comes to life, we see the man from the photos, only quite a bit older, time seems to have not been on his side as noted by the crows feet under his eyes, and the wrinkles covering his rubbery looking skin, he sits in an old wooden rocking chair in what appears to be someone's bedroom, he begins to speak, his voice rough, and stern.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “Hello. If your watching this it means, I’m no longer with you, but please friends, and family, don’t be sad. Know that I am always with you in spirit, and it is my fighting spirt that kept me going this long, unfortunately nothing lasts forever, a fact I have made peace with.”
[The man pauses for a moment as he hangs his head, obviously feeling burdened, as if he doesn’t want this to be the end, but knows it is.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “What I haven’t made peace with, is what will happen to my assets, and belongings in my absence, that’s why you're all here, to figure out who gets all my money.”
[The man in the video laughs, there are a few scattered chuckles around the room, Michael Jr. just looks annoyed.]
Michael Hunter Jr: “In all serious, it is a very important matter, one I’ve had to think long and hard about. I have decided to leave, my estate, and all my assets to...My beautiful wife, Gina Hunter.”
[Michael looks across the room spotting his Step-mother Gina, a very young attractive woman, younger than Michael even, a gold-digger if he’d ever seen one, she only came into the picture after his father found out about the cancer that led to this very moment. Michael lets out a sarcastic chuckle as he watchesGina crying big ole’ crocodile tears into a kleenex.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “as for my son, Michael Jr.”
[Michael snaps his attention back to the TV, surprised to hear his name, him and his father hadn’t been on speaking terms for a very long time, so why was he talking to him now, in this video will.]
Michael Hunter Sr: “Mikey, I hope you're here today, because I have a request for you, my last request, my dying wish Michael. I want you to follow in my footsteps Michael, I want you to make an honest living, I want you to do more with your life then being an “Independent Contractor”"
[Michael Sr said the last words with a hint of sarcasm, Michael knew what his son really did for a living ,killing people for mob don, Vito Belltolli, But Michael Sr was no snitch, and Independent contractor was Jr’s cover job.]
Michael Hunter Sr.: “I want you to make a good life for that wife of yours, and my beautiful granddaughter, I want you to become a pro wrestler, just like your dear old dad was.”
[Michael Jr had heard enough, he stood up.]
Woman: “Please sit down until the video is over sir.”
[Michael ignored her, he grabbed his wife by the hand, and, drug her out of the room with him, he was furious. The idea sounded absurd, a wrestler? Michael never wrestled in his life, true he had a couple years of MMA training as a kid, to learn self defense, but that’s a whole different ballgame, and why did his father even care what he did for a living, he never cared before, he never cared about anything Michael did before, so why now? Why in death was his son so important now, why was his father so worried about him now when he never gave a fuck before. Michael tried to wrap his mind around as he hurried his wife into the passenger side of his truck, almost forcing her inside. He closed her door and hurried around to the driver side still deep in thought and anger, he starts the truck and shakes his head.]
Michael Hunter Jr.: “Can you believe that? The nerve of the guy, he’s crazy if he thinks I’m getting into wrestling. I don’t care if it was the crazy fucker’s dying wish.”
[Michael’s wife keeps her head down, holding her left elbow in her right hand, seeming a little nervous to say what she wants too, she lets the words out anyway.]
“Michael you have too...”
[Michael stares at his wife for a moment, knowing full well exactly what her words meant. before cursing under his breath.]
“Damnit...”
[The scene fades.]