Post by Van Der Kamp on Jun 11, 2010 23:35:27 GMT -6
Larsen Van Der Kamp leaves his apartment building. As he walks down the sidewalk a man approaches from behind. He catches up with Larsen and flashes a police badge. Larsen stops and turns to face him.
OFFICER:
"Larsen, I'm Officer Ule Patel. I'm Klaus Streppner's replacement."
LARSEN:
"Yes, it's good to finally meet you."
PATEL:
"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."
LARSEN:
"I'm actually in a bit of a hurry."
PATEL:
"Please, it will just take a few moments."
Larsen looks down at his watch then nods his head.
LARSEN:
"Ok, no problem."
PATEL:
"Thank you. I've been going through Streppner's files and noticed that you have had some contact with one of our underground informants by the name of Lesedi."
Larsen has a slight look of nervousness come across his face. He quickly buries it away and acts natural.
LARSEN:
"Yes. Streppner put me in touch with him a couple of months back. He was helping me look for some answers about my past."
PATEL:
"Have you seen him recently?"
LARSEN:
"No... he seemed uncomfortable helping me. He apparently got in some trouble with his bosses. They beat him up pretty badly to get a message to me. After that he and I haven't spoken. Why do you ask?"
PATEL:
"Lesedi was found in his apartment 2 weeks back. He was murdered."
Larsen rather effectively fakes a surprised look.
PATEL:
"He had been shot. I was supposed to meet him for some information, when he didn't show I went by his place and found him dead."
LARSEN:
"Well, I guess in the line of work he was in it was bound to happen sooner or later."
PATEL:
"Well that's true, the only thing is forensics says that there were no signs of struggle, and the shot came from inside the apartment."
Again Larsen fights off a nervous expression.
LARSEN:
"Lesedi did have some friends in low places."
PATEL:
"Lesedi was on the outs with the big guns. They were tired of his double dealing ways and were making no secret of the fact that they wanted him dealt with. If any of their guys got anywhere near his apartment he would have jumped out his window, ran off with his tail between his legs and cowered in a corner somewhere. He didn't trust very many people, which leaves us with a short list of suspects. He always told Officer Streppner that he thought you were very trustworthy."
There's a long pause where both men stare each other down.
LARSEN:
"Are you accusing me of something Officer Patel?"
PATEL:
"Should I be, Mr. Van Der Kamp?"
LARSEN:
"Look, I told you Lesedi and I haven't spoken for months. He said he wanted nothing to do with me, and told me to stay away from him the last time we spoke. Does that sound to you like someone he would be inviting in for tea?"
PATEL:
"No, I suppose not. Well, if you think of any information that would be helpful to my investigation, please let me know. I'll give you my card."
LARSEN:
"I have the number."
PATEL:
"Right, I guess you would. Well, good day Mr. Van Der Kamp."
Larsen walks off pretending to be insulted. Patel watches him as he walks around a corner. Larsen walks down a small stretch of road and then ducks into an alley. He starts breathing heavy and punches the wall several times.
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Larsen stands in a dark warehouse. Suddenly he feels a gun in his back and someone covers his eyes. He then hears a familiar voice.
TAU:
"Bang, you're dead."
Tau starts laughing and Larsen turns around unamused.
TAU:
"Come on, where's your sense of humor?"
LARSEN:
"Sorry, I left it at my apartment this afternoon where Officer Patel practically accused me of killing Lesedi."
TAU:
"Ha! Don`t worry about Patel. He is much dumber than he appears to be."
LARSEN:
"He seemed really suspicious. What if they can prove that I killed him?"
TAU:
"With no eye witnesses, no fingerprints, and no motive how do you figure they will figure it out?"
LARSEN:
"All I can sya is that his death better not be in vain. Tell me some good news Tau, am I in?"
TAU:
"Not yet."
LARSEN:
"What do you mean not yet? I took care of Lesedi just like you asked me to."
TAU:
"Yes, and it went a long way towards gaining the bosses trust. They still think that you have some tricks up your sleeve."
LARSEN:
"Is that what you think?"
TAU:
"If that was what I though, I would not be here right now talking to you. I convinced them to give you a meeting."
LARSEN:
"Great, when's the meeting?"
TAU:
"It doesn't work that way. They don't tell you when, they don't even tell me when. When they are ready, I'll come and get you. Until then just keep a low profile."
Tau makes his way towards the door.
LARSEN:
"What about Patel?"
TAU:
"Don't worry, I'll get him off your back."
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"As my personal life spirals out of control, the wrestling ring becomes the one place where everything can be certain for me. The more I continue down this current path, the more the wrestling ring becomes the one place that I feel I am myself. It is the one place where I feel at peace. Even in the midst of the wars I'm fighting in the ring, I feel that peace. This is what can make me dangerous in the ring. The battles I fight are the only thing that makes me happy these days, and winning those battles is my only source of joy these days. That is why I will stop at nothing to attain victory on every occasion. Wrestling has become my joy, my solace, my safeplace in the midst of a chaotic life. The taste of victory is all that gets me through each day. When I look in the mirror and despise what I have had to become in order to learn the truth, I remember the sweet taste of victory and bury my sorrow. That is why Teen Throb cannot best me this week. Victory is the only thing I have to live for right now, and therefore it has become an obsession to me. Teen Throb on the other hand is a man very much divided. Divided between his passion for wrestling, and his desire to recapture his lost fame. A man conflicted over which life he wishes to live. A man trying to discover how he may have it both ways.
I am fairly certain that if Teen Throb focused 100% of his energy on the wrestling ring, he would have been a champion by now. Unfortunately for him, as a house divided against itself cannot stand, so a man divided against himself cannot stand. You could be the best in the world, yet you settle for mediocrity. Not just mediocrity in the wrestling ring, but on the music stage as well. I am sure that you could have vocal talent with the right training, instead you sought the cheap backdoor to fame and relied on your looks, and the superficiality of teenage girls to achieve success. You are a man who gives 100% to nothing. You give a half hearted effort to everything you do. You spend so much time belittling your cousin Fletch Baxter, but he is more of a competitor than you will ever be. He may not have your talent, or your physique, but he is all heart. I have faced him before, and though he was not my toughest competitor ever, he gave it his all. You Teen Throb have more talent than he, but only a fraction of the heart and determination that he displayed. If you could simply put aside your need for fame and glory, and simply focus on being the best in the ring, you could acheive it, but your vanity will always blind you from this possibility.
I do not think that this will be an easy road to victory for me. On the contrary I expect you to give me one of the toughest challenges I have had to date. I am aware that you are far tougher than most people think. Underneath your pretty boy persona, is a tough, hardened, fighting spirit, that when unleashed can do some damage. You are capable of defeating men twice your size who I believe underestimate you due to your day job. I on the other hand do not underestimate you. I know exactly what I am going to get from you. A hard fight from a talented competitor with his mind on other things. You on the other hand I believe have no idea what you're up against. This time Teen Throb, I believe that you will find that you are in over your head. You see, these last couple of months I have been going places that I never wanted to go. It has brought out the worst in me, which is bad in my day to day life, but perfect for life in the ring. I am stronger, more agressive and have much less mercy. I guess you can say I'm embracing a darker side within me, and this is what will spell your doom. I believe you will be a champion one day, but this night will belong to me, and I will move on to defeat Ian DeTornado and taste that sweet championship victory, maybe then Gabreal Martin and The Sedition will realize that they cannot hide from me. Teen Throb, you are simply a stepping stone along my way to the top, and I will get there."
[/color][/center]OFFICER:
"Larsen, I'm Officer Ule Patel. I'm Klaus Streppner's replacement."
LARSEN:
"Yes, it's good to finally meet you."
PATEL:
"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."
LARSEN:
"I'm actually in a bit of a hurry."
PATEL:
"Please, it will just take a few moments."
Larsen looks down at his watch then nods his head.
LARSEN:
"Ok, no problem."
PATEL:
"Thank you. I've been going through Streppner's files and noticed that you have had some contact with one of our underground informants by the name of Lesedi."
Larsen has a slight look of nervousness come across his face. He quickly buries it away and acts natural.
LARSEN:
"Yes. Streppner put me in touch with him a couple of months back. He was helping me look for some answers about my past."
PATEL:
"Have you seen him recently?"
LARSEN:
"No... he seemed uncomfortable helping me. He apparently got in some trouble with his bosses. They beat him up pretty badly to get a message to me. After that he and I haven't spoken. Why do you ask?"
PATEL:
"Lesedi was found in his apartment 2 weeks back. He was murdered."
Larsen rather effectively fakes a surprised look.
PATEL:
"He had been shot. I was supposed to meet him for some information, when he didn't show I went by his place and found him dead."
LARSEN:
"Well, I guess in the line of work he was in it was bound to happen sooner or later."
PATEL:
"Well that's true, the only thing is forensics says that there were no signs of struggle, and the shot came from inside the apartment."
Again Larsen fights off a nervous expression.
LARSEN:
"Lesedi did have some friends in low places."
PATEL:
"Lesedi was on the outs with the big guns. They were tired of his double dealing ways and were making no secret of the fact that they wanted him dealt with. If any of their guys got anywhere near his apartment he would have jumped out his window, ran off with his tail between his legs and cowered in a corner somewhere. He didn't trust very many people, which leaves us with a short list of suspects. He always told Officer Streppner that he thought you were very trustworthy."
There's a long pause where both men stare each other down.
LARSEN:
"Are you accusing me of something Officer Patel?"
PATEL:
"Should I be, Mr. Van Der Kamp?"
LARSEN:
"Look, I told you Lesedi and I haven't spoken for months. He said he wanted nothing to do with me, and told me to stay away from him the last time we spoke. Does that sound to you like someone he would be inviting in for tea?"
PATEL:
"No, I suppose not. Well, if you think of any information that would be helpful to my investigation, please let me know. I'll give you my card."
LARSEN:
"I have the number."
PATEL:
"Right, I guess you would. Well, good day Mr. Van Der Kamp."
Larsen walks off pretending to be insulted. Patel watches him as he walks around a corner. Larsen walks down a small stretch of road and then ducks into an alley. He starts breathing heavy and punches the wall several times.
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Larsen stands in a dark warehouse. Suddenly he feels a gun in his back and someone covers his eyes. He then hears a familiar voice.
TAU:
"Bang, you're dead."
Tau starts laughing and Larsen turns around unamused.
TAU:
"Come on, where's your sense of humor?"
LARSEN:
"Sorry, I left it at my apartment this afternoon where Officer Patel practically accused me of killing Lesedi."
TAU:
"Ha! Don`t worry about Patel. He is much dumber than he appears to be."
LARSEN:
"He seemed really suspicious. What if they can prove that I killed him?"
TAU:
"With no eye witnesses, no fingerprints, and no motive how do you figure they will figure it out?"
LARSEN:
"All I can sya is that his death better not be in vain. Tell me some good news Tau, am I in?"
TAU:
"Not yet."
LARSEN:
"What do you mean not yet? I took care of Lesedi just like you asked me to."
TAU:
"Yes, and it went a long way towards gaining the bosses trust. They still think that you have some tricks up your sleeve."
LARSEN:
"Is that what you think?"
TAU:
"If that was what I though, I would not be here right now talking to you. I convinced them to give you a meeting."
LARSEN:
"Great, when's the meeting?"
TAU:
"It doesn't work that way. They don't tell you when, they don't even tell me when. When they are ready, I'll come and get you. Until then just keep a low profile."
Tau makes his way towards the door.
LARSEN:
"What about Patel?"
TAU:
"Don't worry, I'll get him off your back."
------------------------------
"As my personal life spirals out of control, the wrestling ring becomes the one place where everything can be certain for me. The more I continue down this current path, the more the wrestling ring becomes the one place that I feel I am myself. It is the one place where I feel at peace. Even in the midst of the wars I'm fighting in the ring, I feel that peace. This is what can make me dangerous in the ring. The battles I fight are the only thing that makes me happy these days, and winning those battles is my only source of joy these days. That is why I will stop at nothing to attain victory on every occasion. Wrestling has become my joy, my solace, my safeplace in the midst of a chaotic life. The taste of victory is all that gets me through each day. When I look in the mirror and despise what I have had to become in order to learn the truth, I remember the sweet taste of victory and bury my sorrow. That is why Teen Throb cannot best me this week. Victory is the only thing I have to live for right now, and therefore it has become an obsession to me. Teen Throb on the other hand is a man very much divided. Divided between his passion for wrestling, and his desire to recapture his lost fame. A man conflicted over which life he wishes to live. A man trying to discover how he may have it both ways.
I am fairly certain that if Teen Throb focused 100% of his energy on the wrestling ring, he would have been a champion by now. Unfortunately for him, as a house divided against itself cannot stand, so a man divided against himself cannot stand. You could be the best in the world, yet you settle for mediocrity. Not just mediocrity in the wrestling ring, but on the music stage as well. I am sure that you could have vocal talent with the right training, instead you sought the cheap backdoor to fame and relied on your looks, and the superficiality of teenage girls to achieve success. You are a man who gives 100% to nothing. You give a half hearted effort to everything you do. You spend so much time belittling your cousin Fletch Baxter, but he is more of a competitor than you will ever be. He may not have your talent, or your physique, but he is all heart. I have faced him before, and though he was not my toughest competitor ever, he gave it his all. You Teen Throb have more talent than he, but only a fraction of the heart and determination that he displayed. If you could simply put aside your need for fame and glory, and simply focus on being the best in the ring, you could acheive it, but your vanity will always blind you from this possibility.
I do not think that this will be an easy road to victory for me. On the contrary I expect you to give me one of the toughest challenges I have had to date. I am aware that you are far tougher than most people think. Underneath your pretty boy persona, is a tough, hardened, fighting spirit, that when unleashed can do some damage. You are capable of defeating men twice your size who I believe underestimate you due to your day job. I on the other hand do not underestimate you. I know exactly what I am going to get from you. A hard fight from a talented competitor with his mind on other things. You on the other hand I believe have no idea what you're up against. This time Teen Throb, I believe that you will find that you are in over your head. You see, these last couple of months I have been going places that I never wanted to go. It has brought out the worst in me, which is bad in my day to day life, but perfect for life in the ring. I am stronger, more agressive and have much less mercy. I guess you can say I'm embracing a darker side within me, and this is what will spell your doom. I believe you will be a champion one day, but this night will belong to me, and I will move on to defeat Ian DeTornado and taste that sweet championship victory, maybe then Gabreal Martin and The Sedition will realize that they cannot hide from me. Teen Throb, you are simply a stepping stone along my way to the top, and I will get there."
