DEF_Vagabond
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"I told you to get outta my way, dumbass."
[Our scene comes to life.]
[(Vagabond)]
"Maybe next time you'll listen."
[VAGABOND, dressed in his wrestling attire and a black sweatshirt which proudly reads DEFiant across the front of it in big, bold, blue lettering, is seen standing somewhere backstage at an undeclared wrestling event. Hovering over a fallen stagehand, VAGABOND shakes his head from side to side.]
[(Vagabond)]
"Some people just don't learn, do they? I knew this day would come; I could feel it building up inside me, all the frustration and uncontrollable anger.
"But nobody would listen. I bet you can hear me loud and clear now, huh?
"I didn't do this to send a message to the other participants in the ULTRATITLE tournament. I did this because you're exactly like everybody else, and I hate that. It's not you I hate, Jared. It's just everything you stand for."
[Staring down at this mysterious "Jared," VAGABOND chuckles.]
[(Vagabond)]
"But I'll venture to guess you won't be doing much standing for a while. Cheer up, I only broke your ankle. I wanted to break your neck."
[("Jared")]
"Y-you-you're a sick bastard. You're insane!"
[(Vagabond)]
"Now's not the time to start kissin' up to me, Jared."
[("Jared")]
"G-go **** yourself."
[(Vagabond)]
"Such language. And all this time I thought you were Catholic."
[("Jared")]
"I am, dammit! God's gonna get you for this, you sonofa*****!"
[VAGABOND bursts into laughter.]
[(Vagabond)]
"He is, is He? When? Where? Where is he now? Where is your God, Jared? Where is He to smite me down? Where is He to defend you? Tell me, Jared. You know I don't like secrets. Where... is your God... hiding?"
[("Jared")]
"You're gonna pay for this, asshole."
[A look of disappointment shows itself on VAGABOND'S face.]
[(Vagabond)]
"Okay, that's enough. Fun time's over."
[("Jared"])
"Y-you're gonna l-let me go?"
[(Vagabond)]
"Sure. You're free to walk away any time you like.
"Oh, that's right -- you can't walk on account of the fact that I broke your ankle. Dang! Totally forgot about that. Well, I guess this is goodbye, Jared."
[VAGABOND turns to leave the scene of the attack, but he comes to an abrupt halt once the victim starts screaming for help.]
[(Vagabond)]
"I don't think anybody can hear you--"
[(Jared)]
"Help! I'm being attacked! Help! Help!"
[VAGABOND runs back and punts Jared in the face with one of his steel-toe boots. Blood splatters against the wall. VAGABOND stares down at Jared's body, now lying completely motionless on the floor.]
[(Vagabond)]
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? You couldn't turn the other cheek and take it like a man. Now look at you -- pathetic -- lying in a pool of your own blood because you dared to defy me.
"BUT I WILL STAND FOR IT NO MORE! I'M THE DEFIANT ONE! I - AM - THE REBEL! THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN!
... and I will be victorious like my ancestors before me. Bow down to me or be STRUCK down!"
[EMTs and security suddenly flood the area. VAGABOND takes several steps back so the EMTs can resuscitate Jared. The security officials surround VAGABOND from all sides. Seeing that they out-number him 8-to-1, VAGABOND puts his hands up defensively.]
[(Vagabond)]
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'll escort myself out, thank you very much. Tell Sanders I quit. He can take this job and shove it."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"You'll get jail time for what you did, you know that, right?"
[(Vagabond)]
"Three hots and a cot, dude. Sounds to me like some easy livin'."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"Why him? Why Jason? What did he ever do to you? He's a volunteer stagehand, not a wrestler. You crossed the line this time."
[(Vagabond)]
"Jason? Who the hell is Jason?"
[The officer points over his shoulder at the victim on the ground.]
[(Vagabond)]
"****, I thought his name was Jared. Oh, but what's it matter anyway? What's done is done."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"That still doesn't answer my question. Why'd you do it?"
[(Vagabond)]
"Because I could, that's why."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"So suddenly that makes it all right to go around hurting innocent people? Because you're capable of it? What sense does that make?"
[(Vagabond)]
"Obviously more sense than your little mind can comprehend."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"Apparently."
[(Vagabond)]
"It's survival of the fittest, dude. What makes us any different from the animals?"
[(Security Officer #1)]
"Our ability to decipher right from wrong, that's what."
[(Vagabond)]
"Bull****. Bull****, bull****, bull****! You are so FULL of it! We're no better than the animals, we just like to pretend we are. We've all been living a lie since the dawn of time. But I... I know the truth."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"And what might that truth be?"
[VAGABOND smirks.]
[(Vagabond)]
"The truth is... Nothing is true."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"So you're a great philosopher now, are ya'? Well, if nothing's true, then you're wrong too, just like everybody else."
[(Vagabond)]
"Exactly. Now you're catchin' up."
[(Security Officer #1)]
"Whatever. It's time for you to go, douchebag."
[(Vagabond)]
"My pleasure. It's been nice doin' business with y'all, but now I must bid you adieu."
[VAGABOND mockingly salutes the security officer, then sticks his hands in his pants pockets, turns on the heels of his feet, and walks away all nonchalant.]
[(Security Officer #2)]
"Wow, that guy's a real asshole."
[The first officer nods his head in agreement, then the two men turn to assist the EMTs. The camera focuses in on the victim, Jason, as he's barely starting to regain conciousness. Moments later our feed is dropped and we fade to black.]