Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2006 14:53:41 GMT -5
The camera turns on to show Laura Laiman frantically searching through the hotel previously visited in downtown Worcester. The room in which Laiman was supposed to be staying is vacant, and none of Al Laiman's things remain in the room. A bellhop hears the noise as Laura is tearing through the room, and cautiously enters, visibly concerned.
BELLHOP: Excuse me, Miss Laiman?
There's no reply through the flurry of scattering objects.
BELLHOP: I must ask you to please stop tearing apart the hotel room.
The objects cease their flying, and the head of Laura appears from under the bed.
LAURA: Unless you can give me some idea of where my brother is, I would advise leaving before you get hurt.
BELLHOP: Miss Laiman, Mister Laiman left this establishment over twelve hours ago.
LAURA: I know that he left, genius. That's not what I'm trying to figure out. I need to figure out where the hell he went, not where he left.
BELLHOP: I'm sure you won't understand why I'm suggesting this, but why don't you try the cemetery?
Laura's expression changes to a look of concern.
LAURA: Why the hell would he be there?
BELLHOP: Just trust me, and please stop tearing apart the room.
Laura throws on a jacket and darts out of the hotel.
...
The scene opens again close to mid-day sun, as a figure in a trench coat slowly walks through the silhouettes of tombstones. Laiman's black Lexus is parked in the corner of vision, and Laura Laiman breathes heavily as she jumps over the gate and runs towards the figure which is presumably Al Laiman.
LAURA: Al, have you been here all day? Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?
Laiman continues walking slowly as his sister tugs at his jacket.
LAURA: Al! Answer me!
Laiman finally stops and turns towards Laura. Instead of speaking, he reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a newspaper. He pulls open the folds, and on the front page, the headline reads: PENNSYLVANIA GIRL KILLED.
LAURA: Killed? Who?
Laiman points to a spot on the page under the headline. Laura looks closer, then after a few seconds covers her mouth with her hand.
LAURA: Charlene?
Laiman merely nods.
LAURA: What was she doing here? How did it happen?
LAIMAN: Who knows? But people close to me being killed in car accidents does tend to be a recurring theme, doesn't it? I should be returning to Harrisburg now; returning to the one place I can go for comfort, but instead, I'm here in South Carolina, dealing with Non Compos Mentis.
LAURA: Al, this just happened today, right? You can't cancel an obligation like this.
LAIMAN: It happened last week, before we even got here. I thought I could keep it concealed, keep my mind off of it by searching for Styles. But hell, NCM could see through the fact that I was hiding something, so I suppose just about anyone can.
LAURA: He thinks it's making you weaker though.
LAIMAN: Yeah, weak. If anyone knows weakness, sure, it's Non Compos Mentis.
LAURA: Don't let it get to you.
LAIMAN: It's not getting to me the way you think it is.
LAURA: How so?
LAIMAN: It's done the opposite of what he would've wanted it to do. You see, he thinks I'm going to crack, fall apart at the seams, shall we say? Instead, he's lit a fire. A fire that hasn't existed in my soul since Vinny Stecchino was killed a few years ago.
LAURA: When you won the EWA title?
LAIMAN: Indeed.
LAURA: Well then, let's head to the arena for the first time this week, and use it to your advantage.
LAIMAN: Sounds like a plan to me.
Al and Laura leave the cemetery and get into Laiman's car. Around a half hour later in the arena, the Laiman siblings are seen walking through the back entrance, and NCM's words are echoing through PCWtv. Laiman almost laughs at several points when his name is mentioned.
LAIMAN: God that fucker pisses me off.
LAURA: Easy Al, it's not worth getting mad over.
LAIMAN: What, this combustion of arrogance, ignorance, and idiocy being thrown at me like the guy deserves what he has isn't something to be mad over? I'm furious about it. Every word he throws at me gives me yet another reason to thoroughly destroy him.
LAURA: You're starting to sound like him in a way.
LAIMAN: I've backed up everything I've said time after time. I said it before, he's throwing out frivilous threats that he'll never be able to back up. I've beaten the best, no matter how bad they've threatened me. Undefeated, psychotic, they're all only paper labels. Sure, they might look good on a resume, but I have tangible accomplishments. And to think he's going to step into the world which I've created and dominate? The only time I was ever defeated there was by a man far superior to his talent.
LAURA: Confidence and ego are different, Al. You know the difference, he doesn't. Your confidence is based on what you've consistently done over a long period of time. His ego is based on, well, what he thinks he can do.
LAIMAN: It never changes. The most I can do is what I've done countless times before; prove someone wrong. At least this time, it's only the guy I'm facing... I hope. If anyone else actually believes this idiot is going to win, I'd suggest a serious discussion with a therapist.
LAURA: So who are you pulling for as your tag partner this week?
LAIMAN: It'd be nice to have a fellow roster member I can respect for a change. When someone comes out and throws ignorant shit like that around, there's no respect even possible. Anthony Douglas a future superstar, and Lantlas and Ace Anderson are the two most talented individuals I've seen in a good long time. A few months ago, I wanted to come out of my managerial services to face Ace, and now I want to team with him. Ah, irony at its best.
LAURA: Ace Anderson and Al Laiman as the tag team champions... Who would've thought of that one?
LAIMAN: Anyone but the two of us... We're so alike that we'll probably end up beating the shit out of each other at some point in time...
The scene closes.