Post by Grave Digger on May 22, 2012 12:39:01 GMT -6
The scene opens up outside the Miami International Airport. A man is seen stuffing some items in a bag and hailing a taxi. As the camera zooms in you notice this is Mitch, the man once known as Gravedigger. He hops in the backseat, breathing heavy.
Taxi Driver: Where to, friend?
Mitch: Drive… Just drive.
The taxi man shrugs and then drives off, as Mitch lets out a sigh and stares off into space from the window. Little droplets of rain begin forming on the window, perhaps a sign of things to come? Just then, the taxi hits a bump in the road, and Mitch’s bag falls off the back seat and onto the floor. It accidentally opens and out falls the familiar black and red Grave Digger mask. Mitch looks at in horror. His phone begins to ring. He picks it up with intimidation.
Mitch: Look….I don’t know who you are….nor do I care. After the deal I just made, I can easily buy and sell you ten times over…..so you listen up!
The familiar man’s voice on the other end snaps to a growl…
Voice: No, you listen Mr. Grave Digger…..because I’m only gonna say this once! Your life may very well end tonight!
Mitch’s eyes widen as the man’s threat begins to sink in. Who was this man? And how did he know him? There was only one person Mitch could think of who would go this far to get under his skin….a man who was no stranger to threatening a man’s life…..Stardust. Mitch grits his teeth in anger, seething as he starts to imagine Stardust on the other end of the phone conversation…
Voice: Alright…..now I have your attention don’t I? We have some history…. You and I. My name is not yet important.....but for now you can call me "Mr. SD". You see Mitch, I know all about you, and all about the sins you’ve committed to become the man you are today. I know the man behind the “Mitchell Enterprises”, and before I am through with you Mitch….if you survive that is….the whole world will know as well. The whole world will know your sin!
Mitch was really getting irritated now. Mr. SD? StarDust maybe? Somebody was clearly playing a joke on him, somebody who knows him, somebody who may very well have known him for some time. But on the other hand, Mitch has sure stepped on his share of toes to get where he is today, there was no doubting that. To pick one particular thing that he’s done……now that was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. What sin was this man speaking of? Out of curiosity, Mitch decided to play along a little longer, attempting to bait the man into admitting he’s Stardust….
Mitch: Ok…..is that the game you’re playing champ? What do you want from me then? You want me to say that I’m going to hell…is that it? Well guess what, hell doesn't scare me........and neither do you! In fact, this weekend at Forsaken you’re going to experience true hell when you step inside the ring with me punk!
Mitch smiles, feeling that he may have just won whatever foolish game that Dredge was playing. But then as before, the man’s cold laugh wipes the smile from Mitch’s face…
Mr. SD: Ah….now you’re starting to catch on my friend……because this is a game! And in this game, the stakes will be very high……much higher than wrestling in some silly wrestling match. But don’t be a fool and mistake me for a peon like AJ Johnson or Phantom, they are nothing more than a pawn in this game of ours. What we have at stake here is much more valuable than that piece of leather you two drool over on an hourly basis. But you are correct about one thing Grave Digger, you are in fact going to hell…… and it may very well be a little sooner than you planned. Guess whose taxi, you’re in? That’s right! Inside your rented taxi, I have planted an explosive device. And in my hand right now I hold a trigger. Once I press this trigger Mitch, you will have three minutes to either solve a riddle....or confess your sin to the world. If you do not do either…..the vehicle will explode, killing you and anybody within a fifty foot range. Are you ready to play, Mitch?
A look of pure shock flashes across Mitch’s face. Can this man be serious? Has he really rigged a bomb in his vehicle? Surely this must be some sort of prank……but then again what if it wasn’t? If it was indeed a prank, it was a very effective one as Mitch’s hands begin to sweat profusely…
Mitch: Hey now, wait just a minute there pal. Who is this? You’ve just crossed the line from annoying....to flat out breaking the law! You know, threatening somebody with a bomb is a federal offense, pal.
The man interrupts Mitch’s words with a sharp laugh…
Mr. SD: And since when does a man such as you concern himself with any type of law? You have no regard for any kinds of rules Grave Digger...laws included! So don’t try to lecture me about the laws of man you pathetic worm! Chatting time is over! Right now you have two options…..you either call the local newspaper and confess your sin to the world….or you’re life ends tonight!”
Mitch then blurts out…
Mitch: Wait a second….what about the riddle?! Didn’t you just say...??
The man again interrupts Mitch’s words…
Mr. SD: “Ah, so you are paying attention Grave Digger! That’s good……that’s real good. Perhaps you may just make it to the second phase of our game. Like I said Mitch…..you will have three minutes once I pull this trigger, three minutes to confess your sins to the world, or your hummer goes boom……with you in it! But I can tell by the tone of your voice that you have not yet fully grasped the situation you happen to be in right now. So I will give you a free pass just this once….if you can solve this riddle within the three minutes and call me back on the payphone that I am calling from right now with the answer…..I will disarm the bomb. Are we clear? You have two ways to get out of this alive Mitch……so choose wisely.”
Mitch tries to speak but the man disregards him and interrupts him once again…
Mr. SD: Talking time is over Grave Digger! Here is your riddle…… What do Cyanide, Crysis, AJ Johnson and Phantom have in common? You have three minutes…confess your sins….or answer my riddle. Those are your options…and the timer begins now. Good luck Mitch…..I’ll be pulling for you.
The man, for now only known as “Mr. SD”, hangs up. Mitch is in a state of shock as he hits the end button on his phone, not yet knowing how to take in what had just happened. Could this man be serious? His eyes slowly turn to the red and black Grave Digger mask. He looks deep into it’s eyes, then turns it around and puts it on his face. Grave Digger knows how to solve this riddle.
Taxi Driver: Where to, friend?
Mitch: Drive… Just drive.
The taxi man shrugs and then drives off, as Mitch lets out a sigh and stares off into space from the window. Little droplets of rain begin forming on the window, perhaps a sign of things to come? Just then, the taxi hits a bump in the road, and Mitch’s bag falls off the back seat and onto the floor. It accidentally opens and out falls the familiar black and red Grave Digger mask. Mitch looks at in horror. His phone begins to ring. He picks it up with intimidation.
Mitch: Look….I don’t know who you are….nor do I care. After the deal I just made, I can easily buy and sell you ten times over…..so you listen up!
The familiar man’s voice on the other end snaps to a growl…
Voice: No, you listen Mr. Grave Digger…..because I’m only gonna say this once! Your life may very well end tonight!
Mitch’s eyes widen as the man’s threat begins to sink in. Who was this man? And how did he know him? There was only one person Mitch could think of who would go this far to get under his skin….a man who was no stranger to threatening a man’s life…..Stardust. Mitch grits his teeth in anger, seething as he starts to imagine Stardust on the other end of the phone conversation…
Voice: Alright…..now I have your attention don’t I? We have some history…. You and I. My name is not yet important.....but for now you can call me "Mr. SD". You see Mitch, I know all about you, and all about the sins you’ve committed to become the man you are today. I know the man behind the “Mitchell Enterprises”, and before I am through with you Mitch….if you survive that is….the whole world will know as well. The whole world will know your sin!
Mitch was really getting irritated now. Mr. SD? StarDust maybe? Somebody was clearly playing a joke on him, somebody who knows him, somebody who may very well have known him for some time. But on the other hand, Mitch has sure stepped on his share of toes to get where he is today, there was no doubting that. To pick one particular thing that he’s done……now that was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. What sin was this man speaking of? Out of curiosity, Mitch decided to play along a little longer, attempting to bait the man into admitting he’s Stardust….
Mitch: Ok…..is that the game you’re playing champ? What do you want from me then? You want me to say that I’m going to hell…is that it? Well guess what, hell doesn't scare me........and neither do you! In fact, this weekend at Forsaken you’re going to experience true hell when you step inside the ring with me punk!
Mitch smiles, feeling that he may have just won whatever foolish game that Dredge was playing. But then as before, the man’s cold laugh wipes the smile from Mitch’s face…
Mr. SD: Ah….now you’re starting to catch on my friend……because this is a game! And in this game, the stakes will be very high……much higher than wrestling in some silly wrestling match. But don’t be a fool and mistake me for a peon like AJ Johnson or Phantom, they are nothing more than a pawn in this game of ours. What we have at stake here is much more valuable than that piece of leather you two drool over on an hourly basis. But you are correct about one thing Grave Digger, you are in fact going to hell…… and it may very well be a little sooner than you planned. Guess whose taxi, you’re in? That’s right! Inside your rented taxi, I have planted an explosive device. And in my hand right now I hold a trigger. Once I press this trigger Mitch, you will have three minutes to either solve a riddle....or confess your sin to the world. If you do not do either…..the vehicle will explode, killing you and anybody within a fifty foot range. Are you ready to play, Mitch?
A look of pure shock flashes across Mitch’s face. Can this man be serious? Has he really rigged a bomb in his vehicle? Surely this must be some sort of prank……but then again what if it wasn’t? If it was indeed a prank, it was a very effective one as Mitch’s hands begin to sweat profusely…
Mitch: Hey now, wait just a minute there pal. Who is this? You’ve just crossed the line from annoying....to flat out breaking the law! You know, threatening somebody with a bomb is a federal offense, pal.
The man interrupts Mitch’s words with a sharp laugh…
Mr. SD: And since when does a man such as you concern himself with any type of law? You have no regard for any kinds of rules Grave Digger...laws included! So don’t try to lecture me about the laws of man you pathetic worm! Chatting time is over! Right now you have two options…..you either call the local newspaper and confess your sin to the world….or you’re life ends tonight!”
Mitch then blurts out…
Mitch: Wait a second….what about the riddle?! Didn’t you just say...??
The man again interrupts Mitch’s words…
Mr. SD: “Ah, so you are paying attention Grave Digger! That’s good……that’s real good. Perhaps you may just make it to the second phase of our game. Like I said Mitch…..you will have three minutes once I pull this trigger, three minutes to confess your sins to the world, or your hummer goes boom……with you in it! But I can tell by the tone of your voice that you have not yet fully grasped the situation you happen to be in right now. So I will give you a free pass just this once….if you can solve this riddle within the three minutes and call me back on the payphone that I am calling from right now with the answer…..I will disarm the bomb. Are we clear? You have two ways to get out of this alive Mitch……so choose wisely.”
Mitch tries to speak but the man disregards him and interrupts him once again…
Mr. SD: Talking time is over Grave Digger! Here is your riddle…… What do Cyanide, Crysis, AJ Johnson and Phantom have in common? You have three minutes…confess your sins….or answer my riddle. Those are your options…and the timer begins now. Good luck Mitch…..I’ll be pulling for you.
The man, for now only known as “Mr. SD”, hangs up. Mitch is in a state of shock as he hits the end button on his phone, not yet knowing how to take in what had just happened. Could this man be serious? His eyes slowly turn to the red and black Grave Digger mask. He looks deep into it’s eyes, then turns it around and puts it on his face. Grave Digger knows how to solve this riddle.
