[[CUT TO: INT. RLW Interview Room.
The greenscreen shows a birds-eye-viewof the skyline of London City at night. A blurry collage of antiquatedlandmarks and rusty skyscrapers illuminated by the twinkling lights of themetropolis.
Infront of the backdrop stands themesmerising figure of ‘The SkyMonster’, Suicidal Skylar Montgomery. Looking alllanky yet chubby at the same time. He is not very healthy looking at all; hisskin oily, pimple-ridden and two grey bags hang under his eyes. His gingerbangs sweep across his forehead and slightly obscure his vision so that, everyfew seconds, he has to whip his head violently to throw his blonde-tinted bangsout of his face.
He wears a black tee, that looks morelike a dress, with the word YOLO plastered across it, blue skinny jeans, DCsneakers and black nail varnish. Beside him is a black rucksack sat upright onthe floor.]]
SkyMont: So FAFNIR… Fafnear? Fafnyer?Whatever! You’re a German dragon and you want my gold. Now I don’t know how tobreak this to you, Faf’, but I don’t have any gold in RLW… in any federation, forthat matter. I’ve never won a belt and I’m just dying to finally get my handson my first one and strap it on like a lesbo at an orgie who’s been waiting toget all up in her girlfriend’s arse all night.
See, Fafnir, I’m surprised you want preciousmetals… seeing as you’re German and all. I just figured you’d be after my butt-buttfor some deep anal fisting or something. I mean, I saw this one German guy onthe train the other day and he was wearing skin-tight pleather trousers, a vestand a choker on his neck; looking at me, licking his lips like he wanted
a piece of SkyMont’s tender heiny.
It’s always been this way. Whether it’sbeen an invitation to my empty house, whilst my mum was out drinking andgetting fucked by men, my weed or my natural god-given talent for being asuicidal maniac… people are always tryna sponge a piece of my ‘gold’. WELL NOTANYMORE! Because The SkyMonster is spreading his wings and flying away!!
[[He leaps off camera-left and then,seconds later, inexplicably leaps back on screen from camera-right. He reachesinto his black rucksack and pulls out a jar with a solitary fly buzzing aroundin it. He opens the jar and grabs the fly in his clammy grasp, holding it up tothe camera.]]
SkyMont: So, Fafnir, you’re a dragon… arepitile. And reptiles are just overgrown insects right?
[[He holds the big, hairy, bug-eyedinsect upside down by the leg, then plucks off it’s wings and lets it fall tothe floor helplessly.]]
SkyMont: Well, as I’ve justdemonstrated, insects aren’t that hard to kill. Me, on the other hand, my wingsare made of feathers! And unlike Icarus from the Greek myths of old, my wings aren’tfastened together by candlewax or whatever… so they won’t melt no matter howclose I fly to the sun. Because, Fafnir, my wings are sewn together bybarbed-wire!
You see I embrace death. I welcome theend with open arms. Because, Fafnir, we’re all gonna die sometime. We’re allgonna breath our final breath. The only difference between me and everyone elseis that I’m actively trying to make it happen… and, Fafnir… if tonight’sthe night I do…
[[He snarls at the camera]]
SkyMont: … Then I’m taking you down withme.
[END]