Post by mikeybadass on Feb 3, 2010 16:26:33 GMT -5
The scene begins in large room of a mansion somewhere in LA. The floor is as made up of numerous mahogany wood panels laminated to give it a smooth feel and a small glimmer of light bouncing off it as sun light from the window on the far side of the room shines through. The walls are a bright white to match the ceiling, creating a calm atmosphere and a feeling of space. In the middle of the room is a large, black, rhino skin couch. The couch is the main focus of the room, standing alone in the centre, a rock of solitude symbolising the Bennett’s family values. They are the centre of everything, they stand out and without them the world is nothing, much like without the couch the room is nothing.
On the couch is a large lump, slumped up leaning on the arm of the chair. The large lump is none other than Michael Bennett. He relaxes on the couch with his arm propping his head up and trying to keep himself awake. Despite the fact it’s clearly the middle of the day, Michael seems to be falling asleep. However it’s not from tiredness, it’s purely the fact he’s sitting in a quiet room with no entertainment. Michael is wearing a pair of stone washed denim jeans and a tight white top, showing off his finely tuned figure.
Michael looks around for something to entertain him but finds nothing. He observes the stuffed animal heads hung up around the room with boredom. As he looks around his father enter from a door way in the corner of the room. Sir Thomas stands walks in with large strides, standing tall with his chest out showing his great pride in himself. He is wearing a grey Armani suit with a white shirt and matching tie.
Thomas looks at Michael in disgust as he just lies there, almost motionless. Their eyes meet as Michael’s head slowly revolves looking at the room. They lock eyes and both just stare at each other silently. Finally Michael, with little patience for his father’s silence, says something.
Michael: What!?
Sir Thomas: MUST you just sit there aimlessly?
Michael: Do you have to have such a boring house?
Sir Thomas: Have you nothing better to do? Because when you’re ready i have something to discuss with you.
Michael: Discuss away...
Sir Thomas: As you’re aware, I too am now part of PWA so i may keep an eye on you. You need to be nurtured, turned into a finely tuned machine. You must be controlled, harness your anger, and i can do that. I am the only man that can do that.
Michael jumps up to his feet and squares up to Thomas in anger. However Thomas is not fazed by the simple fact of his son standing next to him.
Michael: NOBODY controls me!
Michael still doesn’t faze his father, they stand toe to toe, eye to eye. The cold stare of both men affects neither of them, both as deadly as each other. One, a raging machine, capable of murder and losing all control of himself. The other, a cold calculated man, who shows little mercy and picks up on everyone’s weaknesses, unleashing pain and anguish in controlled bursts.
Michael: I MADE THE BENNETT NAME FEARED! I AM THIS FAMILY! I AM EVERYTHING!
Thomas looks at Michael, calm, collected, ready to strike. And yet, instead he just raises his hand and wipes the saliva from his face.
Thomas: Sit.
Michael: What?
Thomas: I said... SIT!
Michael immediately sits. He then looks confused as if he didn’t want to sit but was forced to.
I MADE THIS FAMILY! I BUILT THIS NAME! I AM SIR THOMAS BENNETT! I AM RAGE! I AM FURY! I AM HELL! AND FIRE! AND ASH! AND DEATH! YOU WILL OBEY ME! I COMMAND THIS FAMILY AND ALL THAT ENTER IT!
Thomas looks at Michael who is speechless. He then turns to the window and stares out of it calmly. Finally he turns round back to Michael and unleashes his plan.
Thomas: Your comeback was not good enough. You need to secure a high status in PWA. You need make it known to everyone the Bennett family will be feared. So, i have come up with a plan. You will be a hired gun, for the highest bidder. I will make it known throughout PWA that Michael Bennett is on loan to whoever needs protection, back up, a fire arm, and has the most money. This way we will make this name feared and make a profit on the side. Soon the Bennett family WILL be feared!
On the couch is a large lump, slumped up leaning on the arm of the chair. The large lump is none other than Michael Bennett. He relaxes on the couch with his arm propping his head up and trying to keep himself awake. Despite the fact it’s clearly the middle of the day, Michael seems to be falling asleep. However it’s not from tiredness, it’s purely the fact he’s sitting in a quiet room with no entertainment. Michael is wearing a pair of stone washed denim jeans and a tight white top, showing off his finely tuned figure.
Michael looks around for something to entertain him but finds nothing. He observes the stuffed animal heads hung up around the room with boredom. As he looks around his father enter from a door way in the corner of the room. Sir Thomas stands walks in with large strides, standing tall with his chest out showing his great pride in himself. He is wearing a grey Armani suit with a white shirt and matching tie.
Thomas looks at Michael in disgust as he just lies there, almost motionless. Their eyes meet as Michael’s head slowly revolves looking at the room. They lock eyes and both just stare at each other silently. Finally Michael, with little patience for his father’s silence, says something.
Michael: What!?
Sir Thomas: MUST you just sit there aimlessly?
Michael: Do you have to have such a boring house?
Sir Thomas: Have you nothing better to do? Because when you’re ready i have something to discuss with you.
Michael: Discuss away...
Sir Thomas: As you’re aware, I too am now part of PWA so i may keep an eye on you. You need to be nurtured, turned into a finely tuned machine. You must be controlled, harness your anger, and i can do that. I am the only man that can do that.
Michael jumps up to his feet and squares up to Thomas in anger. However Thomas is not fazed by the simple fact of his son standing next to him.
Michael: NOBODY controls me!
Michael still doesn’t faze his father, they stand toe to toe, eye to eye. The cold stare of both men affects neither of them, both as deadly as each other. One, a raging machine, capable of murder and losing all control of himself. The other, a cold calculated man, who shows little mercy and picks up on everyone’s weaknesses, unleashing pain and anguish in controlled bursts.
Michael: I MADE THE BENNETT NAME FEARED! I AM THIS FAMILY! I AM EVERYTHING!
Thomas looks at Michael, calm, collected, ready to strike. And yet, instead he just raises his hand and wipes the saliva from his face.
Thomas: Sit.
Michael: What?
Thomas: I said... SIT!
Michael immediately sits. He then looks confused as if he didn’t want to sit but was forced to.
I MADE THIS FAMILY! I BUILT THIS NAME! I AM SIR THOMAS BENNETT! I AM RAGE! I AM FURY! I AM HELL! AND FIRE! AND ASH! AND DEATH! YOU WILL OBEY ME! I COMMAND THIS FAMILY AND ALL THAT ENTER IT!
Thomas looks at Michael who is speechless. He then turns to the window and stares out of it calmly. Finally he turns round back to Michael and unleashes his plan.
Thomas: Your comeback was not good enough. You need to secure a high status in PWA. You need make it known to everyone the Bennett family will be feared. So, i have come up with a plan. You will be a hired gun, for the highest bidder. I will make it known throughout PWA that Michael Bennett is on loan to whoever needs protection, back up, a fire arm, and has the most money. This way we will make this name feared and make a profit on the side. Soon the Bennett family WILL be feared!