FADE IN

Grunge: Enigma…

(Grunge sits in his large Victorian office surrounded by portraits.)

Grunge: …blah, blah, blah.

(Grunge gets up and looks at the paintings of Monet and smiles.)

Grunge: Tom Cruise doesn’t own the Vanilla Sky, I do. As a man of culture I am a collector. Of course I wouldn’t expect a feeble mind such as yours Enigma would know anything about culture.

(Grunge admires the painting before returning to the desk and picking up a CD. He holds it up for everyone to see.)

Grunge: I'm now the proud owner of the special edition of Radiohead's Hail to the Thief. A band this good becomes fashionable to hate...seen as overbearing in its own excesses. However, the people who usually hate in this trendy way are those who must shake the cart in order to knock off the bandwagoners. I'm unabashed in my love for Radiohead and their musical and conceptual brilliance.

(Grunge sits the CD down.)

Grunge: You make fun of my love of music Enigma but you see I love all art. It’s a projection of the human soul. And unlike yours most artist’s souls are not stained black.

(Grunge goes down to the chair and opens the cabinet to his back and pulls out a bottle of brandy and a glass.)

Grunge: Art is love. Of course I doubt that you’ve ever known love have you Eko. Mind if I call you Eko?

(Grunge begins to pour the brandy.)

Grunge: I really don’t care what your damage is my friend. I don’t care if your problems root to the fact that you didn’t have any friends as a kid or that you maybe you get beat up all the time by the pretty people.

(Satisfied with the amount Grunge screws the cap back on the bottle and places it back in the cabinet.)

Grunge: As far as ending up like Chance most would love to be that lucky. Pardon the pun. You see the fact is that he’s main eventing while your still nothing more than a guy who loses to legends. Look at the facts. The same night Tracer Bullet beat you, Chance beat Denrol. Do you see my point?

(Grunge takes a long drink and slams the glass down on the table.)

Grunge: YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION!

(Grunge smiles.)

Grunge: Ah the sneer of Thom Yorke…

(Grunge begins to laugh.)
Grunge: All you do is talk Eko. You want a title shot but you don’t deserve it. After all Nick deserves the first shot and there are other people who are interested. Shaman for instance… But I tell you what, if you can impress me instead of spouting boring garbage then I might just give you a shot.

(Grunge takes another drink.)

Grunge: Surviving against Adams, Harley and of course myself on Monday might be a start. And of course I’d be careful, Harley isn’t going to like that clown crack. He did cripple a man.

(Grunge smiles.)

Grunge: And think about this, can a man really fall from grace when he was never there to begin with? That is all. End transmission...

(And at that we begin to…)

FADE OUT