Homeward Bound Pt 1
Mar 11, 2018 22:45:35 GMT -5
Charlie 'The Ghost' Rossi, Hobo, and 2 more like this
Post by Donald Deruty on Mar 11, 2018 22:45:35 GMT -5
The scene opens up with the bird’s eye view of a mountainous terrain surrounded by a large green valley glimmering in the sunlight. The camera continues to fly through the air revealing large and beautiful environment until it finally reveals a large home that sits upon a giant mountain top. The building is designed as a large cabin, the outer platform supported by polished wood and painted dark brown. Birds chirping echoes throughout the boom of the camera audio can be heard until it is interrupted by the sound of a moving motorized vehicle.
Slowly the camera refocuses its attention towards a small gravel road that leads up to luxurious cabin. Seen on the grey rock can be a black sedan, the distance from the camera and vehicle limits the identification of the vehicle. The vehicle is speeding up the road slinging the rock behind them. As the camera gets closer and closer the vehicle can be seen as a black BMW. Once the vehicle reaches the building the camera finally catches up with the speeding driver and a man wearing a black suit jacket can be seen walking out of the vehicle. The man has bright blonde hair that has been dyed to hide his middle aged hair color and his physique seems to be rather large and bulky.
Coming from the other side of the vehicle emerges and woman also an older middle aged individual. She is dressed in a black coat and heel. Emerging from the back of the vehicle from the same side as the woman is a teenage boy with dark brown hair. The kid seems to be of the age of sixteen and is wearing a small black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. The face of the young man can be seen with an uncomfortable look and his body language seems to show his frustration.
Woman: “Oh my god this is beautiful Allen!”
The woman turns towards the man to her left to reveal a face of sheer excitement and happiness. The man turns towards her and smirks and nods towards her before responding back.
Allen: “The very best for my beautiful Kimberly!”
Kimberly: “This is so much more than I ever expected to get in my life!”
Boy: “It’s ok…”
The boy begins to speak his opinion towards the building to the two adults. Slowly the woman turns his head towards the young man with a look of utter disgust and a flame of anger can be seen emulating from her pupils.
Kimberly: “You are nothing but an ungrateful little piece of shit! Allen has done so much for us, he has taken us into his amazing home and you should be grateful for that!”
Boy: “This is not home. Why couldn’t we have just stayed at home?”
Kimberly: “Donald!”
Allen: “Kim it is fine. Boys like him always have a hard time adjusting. We need to just give him time to get used to it.”
Kimberly and Allen continue to speak to each other leaving the vehicle and Donald behind as they enter the house and begin to look around the interior of the building. Donald does not follow them and chooses to stay near the vehicle and turns away from the house and begins to admire the surrounding environment. A look of sadness can be seen through the young man’s eyes as he looks towards his new surroundings. The camera begins to slowly zoom into his eyes until the camera goes black.
The scene opens up with a zoom in on a black leather jacket looking away from the camera. The leather jacket is placed upon the shoulders of a man with dark brown hair and dark jeans. He seems to be looking towards a long street. Several of individuals can be seen sitting on the concrete street. All wearing tethered clothing and ripped pants, all out of luck and in need of a haircut. The man begins to shake his head towards the individuals before turning towards the camera to reveal his identity. His face reveals the identity of none other than Donald Deruty. His eyes begin to focus on the camera as he looks at the camera lens and takes a deep breath before speaking.
“Los Angeles is labelled as a glorious place. It is a city that is always in lights with glam and luxury all around it although in reality it is nothing but a location where people wish they can find that glam and luxury themselves. All of these people sitting on the hard concrete once came to this city with a dream of making it big and becoming a household name. When I first flew into the city I thought that I would be welcomed by people with expensive clothing and suits but instead I was met with a city that was filled with nothing but trash and debris.
It is hard to see how anyone can call a place like this home. Now last week we were at the Staples Center for Action Wrestling very first PPV and I needed to come back and soak in this city of broken dreams. I have called multiple places home in my life but I am glad that I did not have to settle to live in a place such as this. The different levels of living are truly divided in this city and it is depressing that one part of the city is surrounded by people sitting on the street sleeping on a rock hard bed while only ten minutes down the road the most luxurious of celebrities are sleeping softly in their specialty mattress and their freshly fluffed feathered pillow.
Although there are some of the most famous and influential individuals that live in this city, there are still people that sleep on the concrete. They continue to ignore the individuals that need not only hope but fresh food and water. We see people with little influence doing what they can to better people’s life that are in hard times but we rarely see people that have a huge platform at their control going out and doing the dirty work themselves. Individuals and celebrities that have a following on new platforms like YouTube and even Twitch choose to better the lives of the misfortunate but when was the last time you see all of these movie and television stars helping the very people sitting in the streets outside of their homes?
People in this city call mansions their homes, and even some call the very streets next to those mansions home. Some people enjoy their homes while others think of their homes as a living hell. The saying “There is no place like home” is usually used to reflect upon a destination that we enjoy to be, but for me and for these poor individuals behind me this saying reflects a living hell. All of the people are not only struggling financially but are also struggling mentally. Unlike these people I had a bed and a solid income of food and water but mentally I was struggling just like these individuals. When my own mother decided to sell herself to a rich man for nothing other than a new bed to sleep in and a new man to sleep with I slowly began to realize that this new place was nothing like my old home. I was not only away from my childhood friends and peers but I was secluded from society completely. Although I was finally financially stable I was not happy in the slightest, if anything I would have traded for my old life back. I would have traded in that large king size bed for my old twin back in New York.”
Donald turns back around towards the individuals. He begins to walk away from them down the street until he finds an alley and begins to walk into the alley. The camera once again follows Donald into the alley. He turns around and signals the camera to continue following him. He approaches a dumpster in the alley and looks into the dumpster to find some old Chinese food in a takeout box. The camera is lifted over the dumpster lid and focuses its view on the old Chinese food and the rest of the garbage within the waste container.
“That old Chinese leftover seems to be nothing but trash to certain people but to others it is a luxurious meal. It could even be seen as hope to some people to even have a solid meal once and a while. Sometimes the taste of that Chinese food can take people to a place where they feel like they are at their truly perfect home. Some people enjoy a certain taste from their past that it brings back happy memories and other times it can bring back bad memories that can upset some individuals, even drive them crazy. Home can be a specific feeling that someone feels from either eating something, going somewhere, performing a specific activity, or even achieving a certain goal. Home can be a materialistic item that can calm us and keep us comfortable whether it is a stuffed dog or even a childhood pet. You see I have an item that gives me that home feeling just like everyone else and that is the feeling of cool engraved gold strapped around my waist.
Last week I left the Staples Arena without that feeling of home but that feeling went to someone that has never felt the weight of having World Championship gold and leather strapped around his waist. Although he is well deserving of that feeling, of course I am speaking of none other than Roy Speede. My ally, companion, friend, and last week’s opponent at Revolution. I am proud of him for finally achieving his dream of having that plate of gold sitting on his shoulder, although that feeling of being excited for him also created a feeling of dread inside of myself. Last week I was defeated and it left me with an empty feeling. As I walked away from that ring last week watching my friend have his hand raised in victory I felt lost and I was searching for directions back home and this week I found those directions.
This week I am in a “Number One Contenders” match for the Action Wrestling World Championship and most importantly the chance to face my good friend Roy Speede once again. Immediately I am given the opportunity to make it back to feeling that “No place like home” feeling and I will not take this shot for granted. Although you see this is not just another normal match for me to walk into, this is a Fatal Four Way with competitors that have track recorders the same size of their large egos.”
Donald pulls the camera away from the dumpster. The lens focuses once again back on Donald as a bunch of graffiti can be seen painted upon the brick of the alley way. Donald reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a small yellow can of spray paint. He begins to shake it and then proceeds to spray the yellow paint upon the brick adding on to the street art that already called that alley home.
He paints two straight lines that are horizontal lines with small dashes that separate the lines. Once he paints that he goes to the right of the freshly sprayed paint and makes a golden “X” on the wall. He then throws the can into the nearby dumpster that the camera was focusing on only moments ago.
“All four of us are looking for a chance of toppling the new king of the hill in Action Wrestling and right now there is only one path in sight. We all think in our heads that we will get that satisfying feeling of being home. We all think of that World Championship as our Kansas and we are Dorothy just waiting to tap our heels three times and return back home to greatness but there can only be one Dorothy. This week we will figure out who the real Dorothy really is and there is only one person that seems to be not only worthy but also has the skillset to potentially become the next Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
Camilla is an interesting option, she is fearless and I mean hell she does have the closest physique to the real Dorothy but she doesn’t feel like Dorothy material. Camilla you are not World Championship material, you are more likely to be referred as the Scarecrow when the story of this match is told. You see Camilla you love to talk as much trash as you can whether it be during promos, interviews, and even social media but you never seem to intellectually study and understand your opponent. Your words are nothing but hot air for a balloon with no purpose. Whether your opinions are heard through a microphone or read through a phone they are nothing but worthless words that do nothing but give real competitors like myself a little chuckle. The words that you speak do nothing inside the four sided circle and in my opinion you are wasting valuable time to research your opponents and actually understand their style and techniques. Although you foolishly choose to type away on your little phone like a true twitter warrior and run your mouth about subjects that you have no right speaking of. I will give you a little advice Scarecrow, if you want to be considered a real contender by someone that just made it to the finals of a World Heavyweight Championship Tournament; a tournament that you yourself was also included in then just put your phone away and stop acting like the sorry excuse for a professional wrestler that you actually are.
Next up is none other than Doc…THE COCK…Henry. This one is kind of a touching subject for me because this man has been a competitor even when I first join the Wrestling Championship Federation. He has a reputation of being a great Tag Team Champion but he never got much recognition for singles gold. Now Doc you are an interesting prospect in this match because a lot of people here at Action Wrestling don’t even know who the fuck you are, but I do Doc. Oh I know you well. You are the Lion in this tale, I mean you have never been able to actually do much on your own, some say that you even were carried by your partner Johnny Reb through your historic Tag Team Championship runs. Although I see your true skill and I don’t believe that for one second. Although that being said, one thing I do believe is that you are nothing but a slimy little coward. Last week you decided to attack a man during his most momentous moment of his career and you sucker punched him in front of the entire crowd. You not only attacked him but you also waited to I was gone and then you chose to strike. Why did you wait Doc? Oh I know why, it’s because you knew that if I was still in that ring that you would not be tipping your cap to the camera. Instead it would be on the mat next to you as you lay there on your back staring up at the arena lights. Well this week Doc you can’t wait till someone leaves the arena to backstab someone, this week you are surrounded by not only myself but two other competitors. Last week you tried to portray yourself as the badass shoot’em up cowboy but this week the Action Wrestling Universe will see what you really are, and that is nothing but a courage-less crying lion.
Lastly we have Alexander Pasternak, also known as the “Rat Prince”. A nickname that describes him perfectly, nothing but a little rat that likes to hide until he can steal something of value to him. Someone that is seen as nothing but vermin to the rest of the competitors. Although in still tale I will call you Tin Man, because you have no heart, no determination, and no will to try and win a match fair and square. I have watched a multitude of tape on you Alex and you try and take as many cheap shots and sucker punches as you can in that ring. You are inconsistent with you movements and moves but there is one thing that is consistent to you and that is you show no heart while in that ring. Although you have victories under your belt I do not see any heart when you enter that ring. All I see is a selfish man that will do anything to inflate his ego even larger. You see Alex your ego is much larger than anyone could expect, I mean you were also in the Action Wrestling World Championship Tournament but you lost in the semi-finals. Although you victory over Spencer Adams was impressive you also were kicked from a chance at a World Championship to a match with no championship implications for the first ever Action Wrestling PPV. In order to defeat someone like me you will need to have more heart than the average man, and last week Roy Speede showed that he has that heart and he successful defeated me. Alex, I don’t see that heart in you and because of that you are going to be kicked right back to the Russian junkyard where you belong.”
Donald smirks as he walks closer to the camera.
“You see I am the Dorothy that will be tapping my shoes, but instead they will be against your skulls with three D for Destructions and I will begin my quest back to home. I will once again be back in Kansas and I will once again have a World Championship around my waist! You see, I am writing this tale of Clash and I will be the only one leaving Emerald City on my own two feet!”
Silence hits the alley.
"I am coming for you Speede..."
The scene goes black.
The scene opens up again with the view of young Donald wandering around the landscapes around him. The large mountainous area and green plans around him flowing in the wind. He is seen only standing staring off into the distance, a blank expression on his face. He seems determined and focused on only one thing and doesn’t have a care for anything else in the world. Softly his voice crawls from his throat as the audio of the camera can barely catch his words.
Donald: “I am not Donald Simmons, I am Donald Deruty and one way or another I will make it back home. I don’t give a flying fuck if I have to walk there. This country piece of shit land is not where I belong. Home is where I belong, and New York City is my home!”
The scene goes black to nothing but the sound of blowing wind.
Slowly the camera refocuses its attention towards a small gravel road that leads up to luxurious cabin. Seen on the grey rock can be a black sedan, the distance from the camera and vehicle limits the identification of the vehicle. The vehicle is speeding up the road slinging the rock behind them. As the camera gets closer and closer the vehicle can be seen as a black BMW. Once the vehicle reaches the building the camera finally catches up with the speeding driver and a man wearing a black suit jacket can be seen walking out of the vehicle. The man has bright blonde hair that has been dyed to hide his middle aged hair color and his physique seems to be rather large and bulky.
Coming from the other side of the vehicle emerges and woman also an older middle aged individual. She is dressed in a black coat and heel. Emerging from the back of the vehicle from the same side as the woman is a teenage boy with dark brown hair. The kid seems to be of the age of sixteen and is wearing a small black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. The face of the young man can be seen with an uncomfortable look and his body language seems to show his frustration.
Woman: “Oh my god this is beautiful Allen!”
The woman turns towards the man to her left to reveal a face of sheer excitement and happiness. The man turns towards her and smirks and nods towards her before responding back.
Allen: “The very best for my beautiful Kimberly!”
Kimberly: “This is so much more than I ever expected to get in my life!”
Boy: “It’s ok…”
The boy begins to speak his opinion towards the building to the two adults. Slowly the woman turns his head towards the young man with a look of utter disgust and a flame of anger can be seen emulating from her pupils.
Kimberly: “You are nothing but an ungrateful little piece of shit! Allen has done so much for us, he has taken us into his amazing home and you should be grateful for that!”
Boy: “This is not home. Why couldn’t we have just stayed at home?”
Kimberly: “Donald!”
Allen: “Kim it is fine. Boys like him always have a hard time adjusting. We need to just give him time to get used to it.”
Kimberly and Allen continue to speak to each other leaving the vehicle and Donald behind as they enter the house and begin to look around the interior of the building. Donald does not follow them and chooses to stay near the vehicle and turns away from the house and begins to admire the surrounding environment. A look of sadness can be seen through the young man’s eyes as he looks towards his new surroundings. The camera begins to slowly zoom into his eyes until the camera goes black.
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Present Day
The scene opens up with a zoom in on a black leather jacket looking away from the camera. The leather jacket is placed upon the shoulders of a man with dark brown hair and dark jeans. He seems to be looking towards a long street. Several of individuals can be seen sitting on the concrete street. All wearing tethered clothing and ripped pants, all out of luck and in need of a haircut. The man begins to shake his head towards the individuals before turning towards the camera to reveal his identity. His face reveals the identity of none other than Donald Deruty. His eyes begin to focus on the camera as he looks at the camera lens and takes a deep breath before speaking.
“Los Angeles is labelled as a glorious place. It is a city that is always in lights with glam and luxury all around it although in reality it is nothing but a location where people wish they can find that glam and luxury themselves. All of these people sitting on the hard concrete once came to this city with a dream of making it big and becoming a household name. When I first flew into the city I thought that I would be welcomed by people with expensive clothing and suits but instead I was met with a city that was filled with nothing but trash and debris.
It is hard to see how anyone can call a place like this home. Now last week we were at the Staples Center for Action Wrestling very first PPV and I needed to come back and soak in this city of broken dreams. I have called multiple places home in my life but I am glad that I did not have to settle to live in a place such as this. The different levels of living are truly divided in this city and it is depressing that one part of the city is surrounded by people sitting on the street sleeping on a rock hard bed while only ten minutes down the road the most luxurious of celebrities are sleeping softly in their specialty mattress and their freshly fluffed feathered pillow.
Although there are some of the most famous and influential individuals that live in this city, there are still people that sleep on the concrete. They continue to ignore the individuals that need not only hope but fresh food and water. We see people with little influence doing what they can to better people’s life that are in hard times but we rarely see people that have a huge platform at their control going out and doing the dirty work themselves. Individuals and celebrities that have a following on new platforms like YouTube and even Twitch choose to better the lives of the misfortunate but when was the last time you see all of these movie and television stars helping the very people sitting in the streets outside of their homes?
People in this city call mansions their homes, and even some call the very streets next to those mansions home. Some people enjoy their homes while others think of their homes as a living hell. The saying “There is no place like home” is usually used to reflect upon a destination that we enjoy to be, but for me and for these poor individuals behind me this saying reflects a living hell. All of the people are not only struggling financially but are also struggling mentally. Unlike these people I had a bed and a solid income of food and water but mentally I was struggling just like these individuals. When my own mother decided to sell herself to a rich man for nothing other than a new bed to sleep in and a new man to sleep with I slowly began to realize that this new place was nothing like my old home. I was not only away from my childhood friends and peers but I was secluded from society completely. Although I was finally financially stable I was not happy in the slightest, if anything I would have traded for my old life back. I would have traded in that large king size bed for my old twin back in New York.”
Donald turns back around towards the individuals. He begins to walk away from them down the street until he finds an alley and begins to walk into the alley. The camera once again follows Donald into the alley. He turns around and signals the camera to continue following him. He approaches a dumpster in the alley and looks into the dumpster to find some old Chinese food in a takeout box. The camera is lifted over the dumpster lid and focuses its view on the old Chinese food and the rest of the garbage within the waste container.
“That old Chinese leftover seems to be nothing but trash to certain people but to others it is a luxurious meal. It could even be seen as hope to some people to even have a solid meal once and a while. Sometimes the taste of that Chinese food can take people to a place where they feel like they are at their truly perfect home. Some people enjoy a certain taste from their past that it brings back happy memories and other times it can bring back bad memories that can upset some individuals, even drive them crazy. Home can be a specific feeling that someone feels from either eating something, going somewhere, performing a specific activity, or even achieving a certain goal. Home can be a materialistic item that can calm us and keep us comfortable whether it is a stuffed dog or even a childhood pet. You see I have an item that gives me that home feeling just like everyone else and that is the feeling of cool engraved gold strapped around my waist.
Last week I left the Staples Arena without that feeling of home but that feeling went to someone that has never felt the weight of having World Championship gold and leather strapped around his waist. Although he is well deserving of that feeling, of course I am speaking of none other than Roy Speede. My ally, companion, friend, and last week’s opponent at Revolution. I am proud of him for finally achieving his dream of having that plate of gold sitting on his shoulder, although that feeling of being excited for him also created a feeling of dread inside of myself. Last week I was defeated and it left me with an empty feeling. As I walked away from that ring last week watching my friend have his hand raised in victory I felt lost and I was searching for directions back home and this week I found those directions.
This week I am in a “Number One Contenders” match for the Action Wrestling World Championship and most importantly the chance to face my good friend Roy Speede once again. Immediately I am given the opportunity to make it back to feeling that “No place like home” feeling and I will not take this shot for granted. Although you see this is not just another normal match for me to walk into, this is a Fatal Four Way with competitors that have track recorders the same size of their large egos.”
Donald pulls the camera away from the dumpster. The lens focuses once again back on Donald as a bunch of graffiti can be seen painted upon the brick of the alley way. Donald reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a small yellow can of spray paint. He begins to shake it and then proceeds to spray the yellow paint upon the brick adding on to the street art that already called that alley home.
He paints two straight lines that are horizontal lines with small dashes that separate the lines. Once he paints that he goes to the right of the freshly sprayed paint and makes a golden “X” on the wall. He then throws the can into the nearby dumpster that the camera was focusing on only moments ago.
“All four of us are looking for a chance of toppling the new king of the hill in Action Wrestling and right now there is only one path in sight. We all think in our heads that we will get that satisfying feeling of being home. We all think of that World Championship as our Kansas and we are Dorothy just waiting to tap our heels three times and return back home to greatness but there can only be one Dorothy. This week we will figure out who the real Dorothy really is and there is only one person that seems to be not only worthy but also has the skillset to potentially become the next Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
Camilla is an interesting option, she is fearless and I mean hell she does have the closest physique to the real Dorothy but she doesn’t feel like Dorothy material. Camilla you are not World Championship material, you are more likely to be referred as the Scarecrow when the story of this match is told. You see Camilla you love to talk as much trash as you can whether it be during promos, interviews, and even social media but you never seem to intellectually study and understand your opponent. Your words are nothing but hot air for a balloon with no purpose. Whether your opinions are heard through a microphone or read through a phone they are nothing but worthless words that do nothing but give real competitors like myself a little chuckle. The words that you speak do nothing inside the four sided circle and in my opinion you are wasting valuable time to research your opponents and actually understand their style and techniques. Although you foolishly choose to type away on your little phone like a true twitter warrior and run your mouth about subjects that you have no right speaking of. I will give you a little advice Scarecrow, if you want to be considered a real contender by someone that just made it to the finals of a World Heavyweight Championship Tournament; a tournament that you yourself was also included in then just put your phone away and stop acting like the sorry excuse for a professional wrestler that you actually are.
Next up is none other than Doc…THE COCK…Henry. This one is kind of a touching subject for me because this man has been a competitor even when I first join the Wrestling Championship Federation. He has a reputation of being a great Tag Team Champion but he never got much recognition for singles gold. Now Doc you are an interesting prospect in this match because a lot of people here at Action Wrestling don’t even know who the fuck you are, but I do Doc. Oh I know you well. You are the Lion in this tale, I mean you have never been able to actually do much on your own, some say that you even were carried by your partner Johnny Reb through your historic Tag Team Championship runs. Although I see your true skill and I don’t believe that for one second. Although that being said, one thing I do believe is that you are nothing but a slimy little coward. Last week you decided to attack a man during his most momentous moment of his career and you sucker punched him in front of the entire crowd. You not only attacked him but you also waited to I was gone and then you chose to strike. Why did you wait Doc? Oh I know why, it’s because you knew that if I was still in that ring that you would not be tipping your cap to the camera. Instead it would be on the mat next to you as you lay there on your back staring up at the arena lights. Well this week Doc you can’t wait till someone leaves the arena to backstab someone, this week you are surrounded by not only myself but two other competitors. Last week you tried to portray yourself as the badass shoot’em up cowboy but this week the Action Wrestling Universe will see what you really are, and that is nothing but a courage-less crying lion.
Lastly we have Alexander Pasternak, also known as the “Rat Prince”. A nickname that describes him perfectly, nothing but a little rat that likes to hide until he can steal something of value to him. Someone that is seen as nothing but vermin to the rest of the competitors. Although in still tale I will call you Tin Man, because you have no heart, no determination, and no will to try and win a match fair and square. I have watched a multitude of tape on you Alex and you try and take as many cheap shots and sucker punches as you can in that ring. You are inconsistent with you movements and moves but there is one thing that is consistent to you and that is you show no heart while in that ring. Although you have victories under your belt I do not see any heart when you enter that ring. All I see is a selfish man that will do anything to inflate his ego even larger. You see Alex your ego is much larger than anyone could expect, I mean you were also in the Action Wrestling World Championship Tournament but you lost in the semi-finals. Although you victory over Spencer Adams was impressive you also were kicked from a chance at a World Championship to a match with no championship implications for the first ever Action Wrestling PPV. In order to defeat someone like me you will need to have more heart than the average man, and last week Roy Speede showed that he has that heart and he successful defeated me. Alex, I don’t see that heart in you and because of that you are going to be kicked right back to the Russian junkyard where you belong.”
Donald smirks as he walks closer to the camera.
“You see I am the Dorothy that will be tapping my shoes, but instead they will be against your skulls with three D for Destructions and I will begin my quest back to home. I will once again be back in Kansas and I will once again have a World Championship around my waist! You see, I am writing this tale of Clash and I will be the only one leaving Emerald City on my own two feet!”
Silence hits the alley.
"I am coming for you Speede..."
The scene goes black.
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Donald: “I am not Donald Simmons, I am Donald Deruty and one way or another I will make it back home. I don’t give a flying fuck if I have to walk there. This country piece of shit land is not where I belong. Home is where I belong, and New York City is my home!”
The scene goes black to nothing but the sound of blowing wind.