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The camera opens up, staring straight out a windshield in the middle of the night. It’s pitch black, and aside from an occasional road sign, the only thing that can be seen is a set of faded yellow lines streaming towards the lens endlessly.

A forceful conversation is occurring, neither of the speakers can be seen. One voice is calm, normal… but tired. The other voice sounds like something out of a horror film. It’s cold, emotionless and hungry.

Normal: Why? (Pause) Why are we here, now? Where are we going in the middle of the night?

Creepy: You know why. Don’t ask stupid questions.

Normal: We’ve been driving for eleven hours now. One stop for eight minutes, grab something quick and we’re on the road again. Are you sure about this? We’re not young men any more.

Creepy: Are you seriously asking me that question?

Normal: Yes! I’m positing the question! We have lives now! We’ve got nothing to prove!

Creepy: We’re not going to fade into the darkness. Not yet.

Normal: I thought you liked the dark?

Creepy: Don’t be a smartass. Trust me. This will be worth it.

Normal: Worth it how exactly?

Creepy: You’re going to feel alive. One more time at least. And if we can do well, even more. Even longer. Maybe we can do something legendary.

Normal: Oh.

Creepy: You do remember don’t you? You do remember what you did? What we did?

Normal: I just… it was… I… I don’t…

Creepy: Stop it. Just stop. You were a monster. And a champion. And they loved you or feared you or loathed you. Sometimes all at the same time.

Normal: That was a long time ago. I don’t do that any more! I’M NOT THAT GUY ANYMORE.

Creepy: Of course you aren’t. You never were. That was my job. That’s why I’m here now.

The camera pans back slowly from the unending flashing yellow lines, slowly revealing the dashboard and then the front seat from behind. The driver gestures with animation and emotion while he speaks…. to the empty passenger seat.

Normal: How much Farther do we have to go. I’m…. really tired.

Creepy: Just another hour. Just one. Then we can stop. And then I’ve got a little present for you.

The camera pans back further, then slowly pans left to the dufflebag on the back seat. It’s half zipped closed, but something peeks out with the luster that only gold can give. Blue and red enamel spell the name and title of a now defunct, but once legendary federation.

Extreme Wrestling International

Heavyweight Championship

Off camera, the voices start to converse again.

Normal; Where are we going again?

Creepy: Seattle.

Normal: (Pause.) Evan?

Creepy: Who else?

Normal: What kind of present?

Creepy: The shiny kind.

Normal: Oh. (Pause.) Shiny.

Abruptly, the driver of the car slams his foot down on the accelerator. The camera rocks from the sudden acceleration, but it focuses back onto the driver. The driver speaks one last time, but the voice have now merged into one very unique and eerie voice.

Gemini: We do like shiny things.
 

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