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[The scene opens outside in a parking lot. Its late at night, in fact, but the parking lot is actually filled with cars. Spectre is with a friend, named Cade, outside. He is a normal sized person, about 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, and wears pretty regular cloths as well. Spectre is dressed in just a T-shirt and jeans, as usual. The sky is lit up really well with stars as far as the eye can see, and of course the beautiful crescent moon high in the sky. They are outside of a bar, and as they open the door, loud screams, loud music, and lots of other loud noises escape. Spectre and Cade walk in, and try to make it through to the bar area through a sea of people.]
Spectre- Wow.
Cade- I think its just a little bit crowded.
Spectre- Just a little.
[They eventually make it, to find only two bartenders behind the counter, each of them as busy as bees, trying to serve as many drinks as fast as they can, but never really keeping up. They put their arms on the table, and wait until the bartenders get a chance to serve them.]
Spectre- I never thought a time like this would be too crowded.
Cade- Monday Night Football?
Spectre- I guess so.
Cade- The Bucs aren't that good, are they?
Spectre- Not really.
Cade- Or the Panthers?
Spectre- They're ok.
Cade- When's the game on anyway?
Spectre- I don't know.
[After a moment, a male bartender makes his way up to them, and starts to serve them.]
Bartender- Can I help you two?
Spectre- Can I h...?
[Just as Spectre starts to speak a man and his girlfriend budge their way up to the counter. The man knocks over a person's beer, which happens to spill all over Cade. Although this happens, he ignores it, and just continues to place his order for him and his girlfriend, as Spectre then approaches him.]
Spectre- Excuse me, do you know what you have just done?
Man- No I don't.
Spectre- In your little parade there you knocked that man's been over onto my friend here.
[The man then turns and looks at Cade for just a second, and then just turns back around and waits for his beer. As he turns around, we see he's only in his 20's, and possibly not even of the legal drinking age. He has black hair, which is done up with gel in the front. He has a polo shirt on, which is striped with red and white.]
Spectre- I think you owe him an apology.
Cade- Its no big deal, Spectre.
Spectre- Yes it is, he wasn't paying attention at all.
Cade- I don't want any trouble.
[While they say that, the man more or less just ignores them some more, until Spectre then starts to talk to him again.]
Spectre- I think you should get something to clean it up with.
Man- Its OK.
Spectre- What?
[The man then starts to talk with a little bit of heat in his voice.]
Man- I said that it was OK.
Spectre- Do not raise your voice with me, punk.
Man- What are you going to do?
[Spectre then stands up straight, obviously showing that he is much larger than the man, who still doesn't seem to back down at all.
Spectre- You obviously have no idea who I am.
Man- And I don't really care either.
Spectre- Then perhaps I should let you in on a little secret.
[Cade then buts in again, trying to tell them to cut it out.]
Cade- Chill out man, its no big deal.
Man- That is what I said, but your friend here seems to think otherwise.
Spectre- You spilled a drink all over him.
Man- I said I was sorry, just leave me alone, asshole.
Spectre- What's that?
Man- I said leave me alone, asshole.
Spectre- You best kiss your girlfriend one last time, because in a few seconds you're not going to have any teeth left.
Man- What are you going to do to me?
Spectre- Want to find out?
Man- I do.
[Spectre then takes one step back, and pushes him to the ground, knocking over stools, drinks, and a few other people. Almost immediately the crowd gets out of the way. The crowd almost instantly goes silent. The man gets up in a flash, and then pushes Spectre back, who then knocks over a few people that are standing behind him as well. The owner, who came rushing from the back as he heard the noise shouts at them. He really can't be understood with a thick accent that he has.]
Spectre- That all you got, punk?
Man- Of course not.
[As they say this, the bartenders see it, and immediately call the cops. Spectre then gets back up and throws one hard punch, which nails the man in the face. He crumbles to the ground, as Spectre then jumps on him and starts to punch him in the ribs repeatedly.]
Spectre- What's wrong? What's wrong?
[Then after that, the crowd then jumps in and pulls Spectre off of him. The man is beaten, as he just rolls back and forth, holding his ribs. The bartenders scream for Spectre and Cade to leave.]
Bartender- Get out!
Spectre- I'm going! Let's go Cade.
Cade- Sorry about this!
[The people then make a little path for Spectre to exit from. He exits the building and then hops into his car, along with Cade.]
Cade- What did you do that for?
Spectre- It was one of those times.
Cade- You know not to get in fights outside of wrestling.
Spectre- That guy needed it.
Cade- No he didn't
Spectre- He spilled that drink all over you.
Cade- I don't care. You know how much trouble you are going to be in.
Spectre- Who cares?
Cade- That's what you have to say? Who cares?
Spectre- Yeah.
Cade- That's just a reflection of your life right now. Who cares? Who cares if I lose my matches? I still get paid. Who cares if I look like a joke? I still have a job. Who cares if I beat up some helpless guy, no will happen to arrest me or anything. Who cares?
[Spectre then goes silent, as sweat is rolling down his forehead now. He then starts the car, as he is silent.]
Cade- I would go out there and show that you do care about your career, you pride, your life.
Spectre- I understand, I guess.
Cade- I hope you do, because chances like these are truly hard to come by. Not many people are as big and talented as you are.
Spectre- You're right about that. I won though, didn't I?
Cade- I think so.
Spectre- I wonder if he'll be alright.
Cade- Probably not.
Spectre- Oh well, its been a long time coming for someone like him.
[Spectre then hops into the car, as Cade runs around to the other side. He then gets in, as Spectre drives out of the parking lot very quickly, and not very carefully, suggesting his frustration. He then turns on his headlights, as he then speeds out onto the street.]
{Fade to black.}
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