Roughkut Round 1 Promo 1

Don't Come Around Here No More

December 31, 2004

A loud ringing sounds out waking Royce from an afternoon daydream. Relieved to be stirred Royce walks over to the curtains and pulls back the shades letting a crisp multi effect of sun rays pulse through casting bright light across the room. Royce is spun around as he the phone continued to ring. Now irritated by the ringing noise blaring through the house Royce snatches up the phone he answers in a very harsh tone.

Royce: What the hell is it?

A faint mumble is heard through the speaker and it continued for a few moments.

Royce: Yeah, so… you don’t think I already know I have another match coming up against some blow off from another league. I signed up to represent this damn league. Don’t tell me I don’t know.

Another light recessive voice mumbles over the line bringing more irritation to the face of Royce.

Royce: Alright, fine… Whatever... Just have it sent down to me…

Royce slams the phone down nearly breaking the ear piece from the mouthpiece. Royce turns and walks out to the balcony and takes a seat. He gazes out across his vast acreage relishing in the wealth that he has acquired. A serene area located on the coast in Vista Del Mar, Grand Cayman Islands.

Royce: So much work… and such vast cash, in so little time. I have never been one to have any patience once so ever. Waiting for this tournament is beginning to get annoying. My anticipation is growing more and more with each passing moment. Why may you ask that my excitement is building for such a lowly thing? Simple, it gives me the chance to beat the living dog sh*t out of an individual separate from my own federation. In the first round I am facing Dominic Sharp, a man that by the looks of it is carrying my own moniker, but the similarities end there. I have plans for this little pitiful soul.

Royce looks up and squints his eyes as the rays of the sun shine down unbearably bright.

Royce: How interesting this little invite tourney has turned out to be. If I remember right, looking back on this little opponent Dominic Sharp this difficulty seems less than blending a shake. I swear from the looks of this mans talent or lack there of… Wait… I vision… I see… A taxi cab, and oh wait. Its Dominic Sharp getting in after I smack him back to his little fed to continue his ill existence in the sewers. So anyway, the fun will be had as I put on my spectacles and take the young man to a couple classes.

Royce reaches down and opens a cooler sitting nearest the wall and props open the top. Snatching out a cold fresh Corona he tips it back a couple times before he continues.

Royce: Well anyway, I don’t have much to say. Hell I don’t know anything about this little twerp, however the mutilation that will instill in the near future is will soon been evident.

A loud crash stirs Royce to jump from his seated position and gaze down at the chaos below. One of the yard hands had fallen from his perch while he was roofing the garage and crashed through the glass green house below. The man lay motionless across the … well lets just say, the special array of plants below. Various tools continue to domino effect and crash around knocking empty pots off the walls and shovels from their nails. Royce just watches on in amazement at the occurrence and then just takes a seat back in the chair. He pulls forward more to get a better view while still remaining comfortable.

Royce: Ignorance... Look at the mess this fool has made. D*mnit when will this third world workers realize that pissing around can cause damage to my property. Well one thing is for sure, this will be coming out of his pay. That is if the worthless soul even survives.

Royce reaches over and pushes a button on the intercom and shouts into the speaker.

Royce: Mario, get your ass on the phone and get that garbage off my property and to some local hospital. I want him to survive to pay me back for this damage. I do not tolerate this disrespectful act. Once he regains consciousness, inform him that he will return for a limited time in order to pay for the damages. Then he will be asked to leave the premises.

Mario: But sir, I have sent help to retrieve him and I do not believe the boy will be able to walk again, let alone work off the bill for the damages.

Royce: Preposterous… he will if I say he will. And if not he will be wheeling his ass around with a broom attached to his chair, sweeping up every dust particle that contraption can reach. He will pay me back every d*mn penny.

Mario: Sir… I don’t think…

Royce interrupts the butler with a harsh hiss.

Royce: Exactly, you don’t think. I don’t pay you to think. Do as I say Mario. Take care of this.

Royce switches off the com and leans back in his seat shaking his head as the man is being dislodged from the broken glass and pottery in the greenhouse. Nearly inaudible moans sound out across the yard as he is put on a stretcher and wheeled away.

Royce: About time… Now to other business...

Royce looks up at the camera and waves it away.

Royce: Piss off. I have some things to take care of. Pester someone else for a while.

The camera begins to fade as Royce rises from his seat and disappears inside through the double doors