Post by dylanblack on Aug 8, 2023 23:12:44 GMT -6
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>taxi -99em
>hiddencamera rearmirror: Working
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<camera rearmirror; >
A lone figure sits in a taxi in south Manchester, parked outside a nondescript hotel lobby. The bright lights of the facade gleams into the vehicle however the drivers appearance is still masked, his face out of view of the rear mirror camera.
<camera leftshoulder; >
We switch to the camera in the rear, diagonal to the driver. From this angle we can see into the lobby of the hotel, and the figure that is approaching the vehicle. A doorman holds open the main entrance for him, in return for a quick closed-fist tip and the man arrives to the vehicle's rear door. He pulls open the door, swinging suicide-style to allow him to enter and get comfortable. He reaches over and pulls the door shut. The camera is blurry, smaller than usual due to concealment but the image is clear enough to make out the man - BB Gunn.
<camera rearmirror; >
BB GUNN
Apollo Arena dude, thanks.
No movement from the driver, no movement from the vehicle.
BB GUNN
Hey, Apollo please. The um...what’s it called...02 Arena please.
Still nothing from the driver. A pane of security glass separates the driver from the passengers. His body is semi-cut off due to the placement of the hidden camera, his body stiff and rigid as he doesn’t budge. Almost robotic looking …
BB GUNN
Hey dude? Hey? Can you take me to-
Without saying a word, the doors all lock and the taxi leaps to life as it springs forward into the main lane of traffic and continues.
BB GUNN
What the fu … you heard me right, yeah? You know where we’re going?
VOICE
Rest easy BB Gunn, I know where you are going.
<camera leftshoulder; >
We cut to a camera over BB’s left shoulder, watching his look of confusion and anxiety from an angle.
BB GUNN
What the hell is this? Oi, driver! What’s going on.
VOICE
Relax BB, you are too tense. We need you to wind down, cool off, take it easy. Sit back into your sit and chill out.
The taxi vaults forward again, reaching higher speeds than necessary through the busy Manchester streets. The surge of power from the car pins BB to his seat, looking around frantically.
BB GUNN
Yo, what the FUCK is going on man!
<camera rightshoulder; >
We cut to a camera over BB’s right shoulder now, facing the same direction as he is. In front of him sits the taxi driver, statue-esque apart from his arms moving the wheel. In his headrest is a LED screen, big enough to be seen even from the hidden camera in the corner panel of the car and very clear through the security separator. The screen flashes on …
VOICE
Do you remember?
BB GUNN
What the … remember what? Rob Arnold?
VOICE
Do you remember?
BB GUNN
Remember what! Yeah fuck I remember Arnold ... What is this shit!
VOICE
Do you remember?
BB GUNN
Yes, Scorpion. What is this crap? Yo driver, you’d better pull over and let me out before I knock the shit-
VOICE
Do you remember?
BB GUNN
I’ve fucking said it already! Arnold, Scorpion. What is this!
VOICE
Do you remember?
BB GUNN
Getting real sick of this crap … yes, Stormcrow. What else? Who else are you going to flash up?
VOICE
Do you remember?
BB GUNN
… this is some bull-
VOICE
Do you remember … me?
BB GUNN
Oh for fucks … Anomoly? This is your doing? This shit is you? Man, leave me out of this cab. This is some seriously dumb shit you’re pulling right now.
VOICE
Do you remember … us? The originals? The faces that created this company? The names that build this Anonymous empire? The battles we had, the wars we fought? The countless fools who stood in our way and fell?
<camera leftshoulder; >
BB Gunn leans forward to smash the security screen with both fists clenched, but nothing happens. The driver doesn’t flinch but keeps on driving. The screen survives the attack, and BB resorts to sitting back. Outside the cab rain starts to pour, turning the windows into a condensation paradise, lights of the dusky night blurry and dancing on the liquid glass surface.
BB GUNN
Just let me out of this cab man. This isn’t fun anymore. This hasn’t BEEN fun.
VOICE
Look at the faces that built this business. Look at the stars that made the AXW great. Look at the legends that made you wealthy, made you rich, gave you tenure in your position.
<camera rightshoulder; >
More images flash on screen.
VOICE
Do you remember these faces?
BB GUNN
*sigh* … yes … I’m no senior citizen fuck, I ain’t got amnesia.
VOICE
The men that built this place. The men that made Anonymous Underground great. The men that turned a crazy vile basement fight league into a behemoth of modern day wrestling. XHF Anonymous Underground … we truly had something special back then … do you remember their names?
BB GUNN
YES! What the fucking fuck! Price. Brad Swann. Sang-Hyun Lee. Stormcrow. Synn. Kevin Cross. I remember all those fucking guys. I remember they were great, I remember rooting and shouting for them. And then I remember them all leaving. Retiring. Getting fired. DYING. I know who they all are, and I don’t give a fuck about them now because you have me trapped in some horror fantasy SAW taxi! Now let me the fuck out.
VOICE
One last face … and this face is one you must know …
BB GUNN
Yeah, that’s-
<camera rearmirror; >
The taxi hits it’s brakes, screeching to an almost sudden stop, before turning into an alleyway at great speed and speeding up again. The tight corridor closes in around them, the walls only feet from the windows, the rain now flowing backwards along the glass due to the wind. The screen starts blinking and flashing, almost seizure causing bright white lights as the car gallops along faster. Nearing the end of the alley, the driver slams the brakes once more, exiting the alleyway at near top speed before a handbrake aids them to a 90 degree turn back into flowing traffic.
BB GUNN
HOLY SHIT! Dude, please, let em the fuck out of this cab … now!
Frantic in the backseat, BB grabs the door handle to try and pry it open, but it’s locked tight. He leans forward to bang on the security glass between him and the driver but again is ignored.
VOICE
BB you need to relax. The end is near, inevitable, looming on the horizon. AXW is dying, infected with a vicious and disgusting parasite … ego-tosis. The pressure of the competition, the novelty of the limelight, the gleam and glamour of the fanbase … the AXW is infected with sub par, poisonous ticks. Arrogant and violent dickheads, obese constructs of grotesquery, butch feminists and man-children walk freely. The main event scene appalls even the most casual of sports fans. The mid-card scene is abysmal. The junior ranks are laughable. The AXW is a house of cards, and the winds of change are coming.
BB GUNN
…
VOICE
It is my job to clean this place up, to return it to the spectacle it once was. To bring the AXW back to its roots, when V ran wild in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of all. When warriors clashed in light-tube matches, when briefcases were full of real rewards, when men died and were reborn once more. The AXW needs to die, so that we can return it to life. Anonymous Underground needs to return, the XHF needs a true representation of European talent. Not an obese American for a Champion, not a virginity-soaked pubescent boy for a Champion. But a true, real fighter.
BB GUNN
Yeah well that’s all great dude, but it’s called growing. Moving on. Expanding.
VOICE
NO! Your roster is filled with sub-par talent. Talent I now have to clean up, to destroy, to remove.
<camera rightshoulder; >
The screen lights up to show some new images.
VOICE
Darlene Price … daughter of the immortal legend. Heir to the Price legacy. The only pure-blood fighter to grace the mat in recent times, the only true competitor to be concerned about … and yet I now have to dismantle her. Disassemble her. Disembowel her. I have defeated the original legend Price in several of his forms, and now I get to do the same to his heir. A sad day in Anonymous, but a sin that is necessary. Darlene … so much potential, so much light, so much ambition and promise … I promise to take it easy on you, due to respect in my heart for your father. I will end you quickly, I will end you politely.
VOICE
Tony Crew … to enter the federation with such energy and passion, such enthusiasm and excitement. Man it makes me feel alive just thinking about it! My own return to the ring was a spectacle, a thing of glory. I will never forget the energy, the atmosphere, the little things … the feel of the mat beneath my boots. The smell of popcorn in the air. The cold wind that blew through to the gorilla position … it truly is amazing. I wish you the very best in your debut match, and I hope you get to tell your grandchildren one day how you had a match in the AXW … from your soft sofa … nursing your beaten and battered body … wondering was it worth it at all to step into the ring opposing a killer … Tony Crew. May the Lord have mercy on you.
BB GUNN
Man please just leave me go…
VOICE
Soon BB, soon it will all be over …
VOICE
Edmund Hickenbottom … The False King. The Liar. The Coward. You have had to opportunity to prove your skill in the ring many times before, however when last we met you presented your toy for me to play with. Your mindless Mutt … such cowardice. To enter the halls of Anonymous, to become an official member of the gladiator list, to put your reputation and name on the line, the name of your lineage and your history. Your roots that lie in this fabricated world … and yet you choose to hide behind your mute. Your masked monster, your mindless fool. How embarrassing you must feel, recording some proud and powerful images to play over the XHF network and on the AXW fans screens … and then you cheerlead form the sidelines. This coming battle, you best step into the ring to meet me in person. Do not have me come searching for you Hickenbottom, there is no need to prolong the inevitable. Leaving your Mutt at home, step into the ring … prove that you are truly Anonymous Underground worthy.
BB GUNN
He’s wrestled before you know. He’s fought matches, and won.
VOICE
He’s a coward, he uses shields and smokescreens to hide who he truly is. He is a fraud, and must be destroyed. Crusher Crew is a powerful man, a foe of impressive size, but to his disadvantage his own body will be his downfall. Price is heir to a master of the ring, an athlete of pain and destruction. However I fear the apple falls far from the tree, her name might continue the legacy however her sage is whittling away. She is destroying her father's name.
BB GUNN
Whatever man.
<camera rearmirror; >
The taxi continues to trundle through traffic, but gradually begins to slow.
VOICE
BB … it is not my desire to torment you. I do not want you to fear me, loathe me or envy me. Behind this mask … behind this mask lies your friend. But for now I must be somebody else. For the sake of my own legacy, for the sake of the AXW, for the sake of the history books adorned with legends … I must come to the AXW to cleanse, to get rid of the scum. To scrub the ego’s and false Gods. I will break and bench those that think they are above all else, and will show them what originals in this game can still do. Remember the Originals … you will see us again soon …
BB GUNN
The Originals …
<camera leftshoulder; >
The taxi swerves a couple of times to avoid traffic, pulling in uncomfortably close to the sidewalk. Without warning the car locks in its brakes, skidding to a complete stop and sending BB launching forward to connect with the security barrier. Face firt he connects, and as the car sits still he gathers himself holding his face. The driver springs to life, spinning around to look back over his shoulder and pop open a small window in the security panel.
TAXI DRIVER
Alrigh’ guvnor, that'll be 39 pound Sonny.
BB GUNN
What the fucking fuck …
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