The Fourth Challenge- Playing With FireMature

Act 8

Suzanne: And here we are still in Mortdale (Grits teeth) watching the… HEY! 

(Andrew barges into her) 

Andrew: AND HERE WE ARE IN MORTDALE! YES FOR THE 4TH TASK…! 

Suzanne: GET OFF THE SCREEN YOU LUNATIC!

Jack (watching this): Wow I'm surprised Florence is not there. 

Chantelle: OI FLORENCE WHAT ARE YOU DOING! 

(Florence quickly hides something shiny under her shirt) 

Florence: Nothing.

Asif: As-if.

Priest: So anyone want any popcorn?

Jack: You still here? 

Florence: Have you no friends, your own age? 

Priest: Well… not really, a priest's life is a lonely one. Children are so much more innocent and friendly.

Chaniqua: PERVERT! 

Priest: I swear, I'm never allowed to be near children without that insult thrown at me.

George: Well come on Greg, I don't like all these objects on the pitch.

Lucy: What are they? 

Chelsea: I think there meant to kill people.

Jack:  (sarcastically) Really? 

Sarah (on walkie talkie): … yes we are experiencing heavy ginger losses in the northern stands and there is a ginger brigade being sent forward, to deal with the situation… 

Rhys: Sarah please.

Sarah: Rhys if you supported me, just once then…oh forget it.

(Backstage)

Gordon: Well what now?

Mrs Conrad: (Barley containing glee) You will be expericing your Burning desires.

(Gordon gulps) 

Announcer: WELCOME MORTDALE! TO THE 4TH CHALLENGE OF THE PENTI PRESENT TOURNAMENT! THE TASK HERE IS THE SIMPLEST SO FAR, ALL THE REMAINING 10, HAVE TO DO, IS REACH THE END OF THE PITCH! JUST RUN TO THE FINISH LINE, THE 5 WHO GET THERE FIRST SHALL REACH THE 5TH AND FINAL CHALLENGE! 

Gordon: Seems easy enough.

Announcer: BUT...

Imogen: You had to go and jinx us Gordon.

Announcer: ...THESE OBJECTS ON THE PITCH ARE FLAME-THROWERS! (They come to life, Greg looks panic stricken) THE COMPETITORS WILL HAVE TO DODGE AND DUCK FLAME BALLS AND EMBERS; YOU CAN DIE, AND BE KILLED! OR BE ELIMINATED! GET READY GUYS! 

Kyle: I'm going to grab a flame-thrower, attack each and every one of those White View's watch as their skin melts until they are nothing but sticky pools and hear their screams of agony….  

Gordon: (Unnerved and bursting out and long last) I HATE THIS TOURNAMENT! SCREW FUCKING EVERYONE! I'M WITHDRAWING! 

(He runs off the pitch in tears) 

(A way to break the tension)

Aaron: What the fuck just happened? 

Jack: Nervous breakdown.

Ryan: But he was in third.

Rhys: Pressure got to him.

Imogen (singing): I can feel the pressure… 

Announcer: SO ONE COMPETITOR HAS WITHDRAWN IN A SHOCK EVENT… 

Mrs Conrad: It wasn't a shock, the shock was, he lasted this long.

John: His fake… 

Jaya: FINISH THAT SENTENCE JOHN! I FUCKING DARE YOU!

Astounded pause and heavy silence at Jaya's unnaturally loud voice) 

Announcer: Err… CARRY ON! 

(Task begins) 

Greg (thinking): I can't move, I can't breathe, I gotta get outta here! 

(Is about too, but then Leanne pushes him into the fire field) 

Leanne: KYLE KILL HIM! 

(Kyle appears he has ripped a flame-thrower from the ground, he points the burning funnel slowly towards Greg) 

Florence: OH NO GREG IS TO DIE VIA BURN!

Kyle: Goodbye you son of a b… 

(Bastian knocks into him) 

Bastian: GREG RUN! 

Kyle: FUCK YOU, WEIRDO! 

Aaron: (From sidelines) Bit rich coming from him. 

Greg (thinking) Gotta move... got to...

Leanne: GET HIM!

Imogen: GREG MOVE! 

Greg (breaking down): I can't I can't move… I'll get... I'll get burnt Imogen! It will hurt me!

(Begins to shake uncontrollably, as he crumples on the ground in a soggy heap) 

Imogen: Oh for god's sake… 

(Lifts Greg over her shoulder) 

(As this occurs, Elliot crosses the finishing line, Leanne is on rampage) 

Leanne: BURN BABY! BURN! BURN

(She laughs Insanely as David and Boston are burnt alive) 

Danny: Useless pricks, guess it's down to me, I will win this.! (Sees Imogen sprinting towards the finish line, determined to rid of competition, he lunges, Imogen falls as does Greg) 

Imogen: NO! 

Danny: JUST DIE ALREADY! (Aims flame-thrower he has gained at her, she dodges the first fireball, but the second burns her calf) 

Danny: (mockingly) What now? 

Imogen: I have a name you bastard.

Danny: Pity it has to end like this.

Imogen: What is your problem asshole?

Danny:  Aww little girl has got sour grapes.

Imogen: Just end it then, guess your just like your scumbag dad.

Danny: (going stiff) No, I don't think I am.

Imogen: You are, It's your biggest problem.

Danny: My problem? (suddenly exploding) MY PROBLEM? HA! I HAVE  TO WIN! AND WIN I WILL! I FUCKING HATE BEING IN MORTDALE SECONDARY SCHOOL, WITH THOSE CHAVS, MY DAD IS THE LEADER AND I'M EXPECTED TO BE LIKE HIM! I ACT LIKE A CHAV BUT WHEN I WIN. OOH WHEN I WIN, I'M TAKING MY MUM AND THREE LITTLE SISTERS AND… 

Imogen: ... run away with them to a desert island.

 Danny: How'd you know? 

Imogen: Been there heard that…. 

Danny: Whatever! Prepare to burn! 

Greg: (thinking): It's over... no I've got to help Imogen, fuck your fucking phobia Greg, get up you useless piece of trailer trash and help her! (Gets up, trembling but still bellows powerfully) LEAVE HER ALONE!

(He karate kicks Danny in the leg, Danny falls flat on his face, but the still active flame-thrower, sets his trousers on fire)

Greg: GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT!

(Imogen stomps on his legs, to Quell the fire. a paralyzed Greg is then carried by across the finishing line by Imogen). 

Announcer: THREE-DOWN, OKAY FINALLY THERE'S KYLE IN 4TH AND LEANNE IN 5TH WE HAVE OUR FINAL FIVE, FOUR ARE DEAD ONE ELIMINATED!...

(A sobbing, burnt, Greg, turns to see that Bastian is dead, Kyle fried him like a sausage and pulled his guts out) 

Kyle: (As Greg stares in disbelief) Aww, what's a matter Greggie? shame your little friend is gone… 

Greg: F... F... Fu... (He lunges at Kyle) FUCK YOU! (He is held back by Imogen) 

Imogen (sobbing): Greg, there's nothing you can do, Bastian his… his gone.

Greg: (To Kyle): I'll get you, even if it's the last thing I do. I'll fucking rip your guts out! 

Kyle: Friday Greg, brings the final challenge at my school. I cannot wait for my bloodshed there, seems like you finally have a feel for it. getting into the game at last.

Greg: (Sobbing): You're gonna suffer, y’all gonna suffer so bad when I get my hands on you!

Kyle: Yes feel it! Bloodshed you love it! Too bad it will be me who slowly finishes you off.

Announcer: (cutting through) LEADERBOARD… 

4th Task out of 50 

1st Elliot- 50 

2nd Imogen-45 

3rd Greg- 40 

4th Kyle-35 

5th Leanne- 30 

(Bastian, Boston and David are Dead, Gordon withdrawn and Danny eliminated).

(Overall Leader board)

1st Kyle-161

2nd Leanne- 155

3rd Greg- 150

4th Imogen- 148

5th Elliot- 125 

Kyle: The voices will be proud now, I will win.

Leanne: Second hmm… still a fighting chance.

Greg: (blankly) Third.

Imogen: Okay fourth, I'm still here.  

Elliot: HOW THE FUCK AM I STILL IN THIS? EVEN IF I AM IN FIFTH! 

Announcer: BLACK CREST ON FRIDAY!  BE READY FOR THE EPIC CONCLUSION!

(Cheers, people begin to leave) 

Danny: NO! I can't be eliminated!

Head of Mortdale Secondary School: Well, well, Danny boy, quite a confession you made there son.

Danny: I...

Head Of Mortdale Secondary School: (spitting at him) how could you do this to your own father?

Danny: Fine then, you want honesty, here it is... fuck you dad. Just kill me already… I know I'm done for I'm  (mocking his father's voice) "a disgrace to you" I bet… 

(Mortdale Secondary schoolers produce the hacked of heads of his three little sisters and mother, the head grins evily at his son)

Danny: (Sobbing) kill… me. Kill me I said. not m-my fam-family. YOU ANIMALS! 

Head of Mortdale Secondary School: It had to be done, me and my pal Frank like a bit of bloodshed.

Danny: YOU ALWAYS ABUSED MUM AND MY SISTERS WHY DID YOU FUCKING KILL THEM!? 

Head of Mortdale Secondary School: Now (his students produce pitchforks and knives) KILL HIM! HE IS NO SON OF MINE! HE IS A FAILURE, ALONG WITH THE REST OF MY OWN FUCKING FAMILY WHO FAILED TO FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS! 

(Danny leaps out of the way) 

Danny: I ain't letting you bastards kill me now, Imma get revenge somehow for you've done one day. just you wait I’ll kill you dad.

(He flees the pitch and into the gloomy streets) 

Head of Mortdale High: Fuck! He escaped…  my own son… turning out like this… (regains himself and puts on a tough demeanour)  no… I cannot pity him he must die, my wife and daughters were easily disposable and weak. I'm glad I finally got them out of the way, while Frank will ensure that we forever hold power over this town,well… I hope Frank's plan for this tournament works, it will finally eliminate that Hillbilly who's is ruining our lives!  

(Later at Daz’s) 

Greg: I don't want to talk.

Jack: Greg you have to talk.

Florence: YOUR COUSIN SAYS DINNER'S READY! 

Greg: I ain't hugury! 

Lucy: Oh Greg why are you like this?

Thomas: His grieving, it's natural.

Aaron: No not the grieving bit, what happened to him on the pitch?

Greg: Nothing happened.

Imogen: You had a panic attack Greg, I saw it up close.

Greg: I did not… wait how did everyone in my class get into my house? 

Ryan: Your cousin's girlfriend Naz, has been offering anyone bets on you to win for mill… (Naz nudges him) I mean… err... she makes lovely Pot noodles.   

(Winks at Naz) 

Greg: Whatever.

Imogen: Greg you might as well tell everyone.

Chelsea: Tell everyone what?

Greg: (sighs after a silence) I have a- a phobia against fire.

(Chantelle bursts out laughing) 

Chantelle: OMFG that was fucking hilarious, phobia to fire? Pyrophobia? Do they call it that! 

Gordon: I HAVE PYROPHOBIA! 

Aaron: Gordon stop the fucking outbursts, and why did you run off the pitch today fam, you blew 20 million quid down the drain! 

Gordon: I was, high ya get me blad?

Imogen: On Invisible Weed.

Jack: As always.

Sarah: Anyhow Greg, this sounds bad.

Greg: It is.

Daz: I cor believe ya day tell me.

Greg: You'd have just thought me mad.

George: We don't think you're mad, still we'll be here for you.

Charmaine: I won't.

Sanjay: Well that was obvious.

Gordon: Still did ya see the shit that went down on da pitch?

Lucy: Oh, the Mortdale Secondary schoolers being eliminated, and then that vile headmaster killing his own family and nearly killing his own son just because his son had that outburst.

George:  I guess the tournament brings out the worst in people.

Greg: You can say that again.

(The next day) 

Frank: You-must-win!

Kyle: Sir we have elimatned, that Bastian kid.

Frank: Good.

Leanne: But Greg is still in it.

Frank: Kill him if you can, but make sure you reach that trophy at the end.

Leanne: Why sir…? 

Frank: Even if you do fail to kill Gregory somehow, if you lift the trophy your lives will be at risk, but it will eliminated those who need to be eliminated. I have high ranking friends, they have it planned, ready yourselves.

Kyle and Leanne: It will be done.

(Back in Daz's house) 

Daz: (uplifting tone) Whassup Greg! 

Greg: Go away.

Daz: Still grieving I guess.

Greg: Obviously, tomorrow I'll kill that Kyle and avenge Bastian. Rid the scum of the earth and win what I need to.

Daz: Ya know, I wanted to discuss well family, your family.

(Greg is in awe) 

Daz: Well I kinda guessed, you had nightmares about em… 

Greg: Yeah thanks… 

Daz: But if it helps, when I spoke to your parents Greg and trust me that was a while ago. They seemed decent and I knew I couldn't be like them. I couldn't be unique, I wasn't tough enough for that shit, so I.. I... well, blended in.

Greg: Did you just give reasoning behind your chavvy exterior?

Daz: Never mention this heart to heart again... or I'll stab ya! 

Greg: Okay,  but thanks Daz that really helped. 

Daz: Oh and Greg… 

(Greg turns) 

Daz: ...Kick some ass tomorrow. 

(Greg grins, Daz leaves the room) 

 

The End

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