Ransom Rage

The camera faded in to Benjamin Paul, walking into his locker room. He made his way to a locker and opened it up, then stopped. He stared, confused, at a piece of paper sitting in front of his stuff. He sat down on the bench and pulled it out. The camera zoomed in on the note as he read.



After finishing reading it (out loud), he set it down and looked up, visibly puzzled. "A ransom note..?" he said to himself, shaking his head. He stood up and turned to his locker, but picked the note back up and began going over it again, scratching his chin as he tried to figure it out.

Suddenly, a chair crashed into Paul's spine. He cringed in pain, and turned around. Simultaneously, the camera zoomed out to reveal the attacker; a man, in street clothes but hidden by a mask. He tossed the chair into Benjamin's hands, who instinctively caught it, only to meet a savate kick that drove it directly into his face. He tumbled to the ground, bleeding from the nose. As he fell, the man pulled the mask off to reveal Phillip Phillips.

PHILLIP PHILLIPS
Do you feel the pain, Benjamin? Have your nerves had enough?

Ben slowly, barely nodded his head as he writhed in pain on the ground, slowly closing his eyes. Phillip bent down near him as he continued to speak.

PHILLIP PHILLIPS
Well that's a shame. Because what you're feeling now is nothing compared to what you will be feeling on Friday, March 16th, 2012. Because tommorow, I will completely annihilate you. I will do anything and everything to ensure that I not only defeat you, but put you through the most unbearable pain any man could possibly feel.

He grabbed Ben by the collar of his shirt, and banged his head back and forth, causing his eyes to open.

PHILLIPS PHILLIPS
Benjamin Paul, your time has come. This is the end. March 16th, 2012. Be ready.

He dropped Ben down back on the ground and stood back up. He kicked Benjamin Paul in the side, causing him to roll over on his stomach as Phillip Phillips left the room, anger burning in his eyes.


END OF PROMO