Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2011 20:44:24 GMT -6
Columbia, Missouri
27th March 2011
The scene opens inside a building, its white washed walls adorned with a variety of paintings depicting calming scenes, the swirls of paint exuding a calming sensation. Along the length of the corridor numerous potted plants grow towards the ceiling, soaring high towards the heavens and a water cooler can be seen in one corner, a bubble of air slowing rising from time before popping inevitably on the surface. A middle aged woman can be seen sat behind a desk, staring over the rim of her glasses at a computer monitor as she strikes the keys with her thin and bony fingers, the sound of each letter reverberating around the empty room. As the water cooler bubles once again the figure of a man approaches the desk, causing the woman to look up with a hint of disappointment in her eyes as she is forced to draw herself away from her tedious and menial tasks. Pushing her glasses up her nose she speaks in a sharp, uninviting tone.
Secretary : May I help you?
?? : I am here to see Doctor Albans.
Secretary : Do you have an appointment sir?
?? : No I don’t but this is important…
Secretary : Then I am afraid you will have to come back another time. Dr. Albans only sees patients with a booking.
?? : I am afraid I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, the good doctor owes me a favour. Now, is he here? I won’t ask twice.
The woman looks flabbergasted, unable to find the right words to respond to the man’s assertive demands. Stumbling over the words in her mind she eventually responds, a tone of indignation in her voice.
Secretary : He is with a patient, you will have to wait. But you really should have an appointment, it is procedure…
?? : I don’t give two ****s about procedure. Look, I’ll just let myself in and save you the bother.
Moving quickly the man marches intently towards a door with a plaque saying “Dr Graeme Albans PhD” glued on it. Opening the door the man storms into the room where an old man can be seen sat in a chair besides a long psychiatrists couch upon which is a young woman who is startled by the sudden noise. The old man looks up, initially in shock also before recognising the figure in front of him. Suddenly the secretary comes rushing in, wheezing heavily as she catches her breath, staring angrily at the man who forced his way into the room.
Secretary : I am terribly sorry Dr. Albans! I will call security straight away to remove this man…
Dr. Albans : No, it is quite alright.
The secretary looks defiantly at the doctor before visibly accepting defeat, her previous confidence knocked.
Dr. Albans : Please excuse me Jennifer, I must cut our session short. I apologise for the inconvenience.
The young woman sits up with little resistant, failing to argue against the doctors decision. Grabbing her things before meekly saying her farewells to the doctor she hurriedly shuffles nervously by the man before walking quickly out of the room. Sighing, the old man looks up and addresses the man.
Dr. Albans : You know, you really should call me before marching into my office like this. How can I help you, Mr Verona?
The scene re-opens with Roberto laying prostrate on the couch, his feet and arms crossed impatiently. Surrounded by the typical regalia of a psychiatrist’s office, a large book shelf littered with numerous books whose titles are too small to make out, a mixture of statues and small cacti atop wooden shelves wrap themselves around the sides of the room whilst a large desk takes up much of the space besides a large set of windows. Dr. Albans sits back down, cross his legs and resting a notepad on top of them, scribbling something down quickly before addressing Roberto.
Dr. Albans : I never thought I’d see you again Mr Verona, last time I saw you was in Chicago a few years ago. I didn’t think you’d find me out here in Missouri.
Roberto Verona : I still have my contacts Graeme, it isn’t exactly difficult to pinpoint a practicing psychiatrist since the dawn of Google either.
Dr. Albans : You are right, but then I never thought you’d ever want to find me Mr Verona. You left pretty sure of yourself and your goals, I didn’t think you would require my services.
Roberto Verona : Considering the events of last night and your immediate vicinity I thought I’d come in to cash that favour you owed me Graeme. It isn’t much use holding something over somebody and never making use of it.
Dr. Albans : You always did like to be the one who held all the cards Mr. Verona. Now, what can I help you with today? I assume you aren’t here for a catch up session.
Roberto Verona : Well, your college education sure was worth it wasn’t it? I needed somebody to talk to about last night, I haven’t been myself since Todd Williams pinned me for the three count. I could barely sleep and my mind has been all over the place, you seemed the logical port of call.
Dr. Albans : Well, I can only assume it is a reaction to your defeat, when you rely so heavily on a self-imposed demand for perfection the slightest bump in the road can severely hamper your mental well-being and harm your fragile sense of self-worth.
Roberto Verona : You don’t pull any punches do you?
Dr. Albans : Honesty is part and parcel of my profession, it’d be pointless if I didn’t tell you what I really think. It is clear that having put so much into this match you are finding it difficult to come to terms with defeat.
Roberto Verona : You are probably right doctor, I didn’t see it coming. It has hit me really hard.
Dr. Albans : It is to be expected Mr Verona, defeat is difficult for people to accept but it is about adapting to disappointment and learning to accept it.
Roberto Verona : I don’t think I can go on…
Dr.Albans : Can’t go on?
Dr Albans looks at Roberto, a look of concern etched across his face. The pair sit silently for a moment before a wry smile begins to merge on Roberto’s face as he turns his head towards the doctor.
Roberto Verona : Talking complete and utter crap like this. Let’s face it a defeat at the hands of a man the calibre of Todd Williams is incredibly mortifying and lesser men would be throwing themselves off the highest point they could find. I, on the other hand, am going to take a valuable lesson from the high point of Todd’s career and take note of something that can only ever possibly happen once in a blue moon. Todd was actually right…
Dr. Albans : Right about what?
Roberto Verona : Besides the fact Todd “dead mothered” me, when I cut through the emotional twaddle he raised a very valid point. I have indeed done a lot of talking and proved very little. Unfortunately I have to accept that complete simpletons like Todd and the nCw Universe cannot quite grasp that I simply will accomplish my goals because of my talent and willpower. I need to start proving my points in far more simple ways that the morons can understand, after all I am working with a target audience with an IQ that peaks at 75.
Dr Albans begins to scribble frantically on his notepad before attempting to speak, but Roberto cuts him off before he is able to.
Roberto Verona : I have done a lot of talking, now is the time to start delivering on my promises. Sure nCw is just a giant cesspool of washed up physical cripples, egotistical prima donnas and Tommy the Cats, but everything I have said is undeniable and now is the time to start cleaning up the mess that I inhabit every single weekend. The entire organisation is diluted by mediocrity and it constantly projects this to the mindless masses each and every week, now is the time to start changing things around there with more than just mere words. A picture can paint a thousand words and this Sunday at Collision I will start by painting the ring with Chris Gardner’s blood…
Dr. Albans : Your evidently quite sure of your purpose Mr Verona, I am struggling to see what exactly you really wanted me for? I could waste both our times by trying to analyse you, but I think it is clear that isn’t really what you came here for. What is it you really want?
Roberto Verona : You are a smart man Graeme. Remember that money you owe me? Well I am here to collect. I just figured as you’ve been sitting on what is rightfully mine for quite some time I was due a free session of therapy from you.
Dr. Albans: You really are a jack ass do you know that?
Roberto Verona : Well it is a good job I really don’t give a damn what you think then isn’t it? Now, stop wasting my time and let’s just get straight to business, it’s time for you to pay up so you can get rid of me once and for all.
The scene begins to fade as Roberto sits up on the couch, Dr. Albans throwing his pen and paper onto his desk in frustration before standing up and walking over towards a safe on the wall.
The scene re-opens outside in a parking lot, the heat of the midday sun raining down on the concrete as Roberto Verona can be seen exiting an adjacent building, a briefcase in his hand. Smiling to himself in self-satisfaction a mobile phone is visible in his left hand, placed against the side of his head. As he walks closer his conversation becomes audible.
Roberto Verona : He was more than happy to see me leave the building, I can say that much. Then again, if he didn’t want awkward conversations maybe he shouldn’t have failed to pay up when we found his wife after she took all his money. What goes around comes around doesn’t it?
Placing the briefcase on the tarmac Roberto fumbles in his jacket pocket before pulling out a set of car keys, aiming it towards his car the familiar sound of the doors unlocking in sync with the flash of headlights resounds across the car park. Leaning down he picks up the briefcase, wincing slightly, and places it beside the trunk, opening it up with one hand.
Roberto Verona : Look, I know we suffered a setback this weekend against Todd but he was just lucky, even I can have an off day. We will sort him out later, he may have won the battle but I am going to make sure he doesn’t survive the war. We need to focus on Gardner this week for now and how we can step up our plans.
Verona gentle places the briefcase in the trunk before shutting it gently and walking to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door and stepping inside before shutting the door behind him.
Roberto Verona : Despite the fact he is a complete simpleton with a few fancy moves in his locker Todd was right, I haven’t done enough yet and that needs to change. We need to start to make people sit up and take notice, the guys in the locker room are sitting far too easily and that needs to stop. We can’t let this movement fizzle out before it ever begun, we will just have to step thing up and operate ahead of schedule. I know we aren’t prepared but we can’t plan for every eventuality, revolutions aren’t, and never will be, predictable.
Roberto begins to learn forward slowly, trying to find the ignition with the end of his keys. Finally finding it his slides the key in and turns the engine on which roars before calming to a gentle purr as Roberto sits back up in his chair, reaching for the seat belt before pulling it across him and fixing it into place.
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry I will get onto Chris Gardner in due course, just because we are going to pick things up doesn’t mean I won’t address him personally before next weekend at Collision. I will begin preparing for our bout, I, we, cannot afford another defeat so soon after Williams struck it lucky. We need to pick up where we started and begin causing waves in nCw before the old guard realise what is coming. Let’s just look at last night as a wakeup call and an excuse to get this show on the road now, why wait any longer? Listen, I need to get out of here before Graeme is stupid enough to call for his security, I really aren’t in the mood for another fight. I will speak to you again soon, we have a lot to discuss.
Roberto lowers the phone and hangs up, sliding the mobile back into his suit jacket before grabbing the steering wheel with two hands and muttering to himself.
Roberto Verona : Now I have gotten that over with I can start to focus on Gardner. It is time to make sure that Trauma was a one off, Chris will feel the wrath of a revolutionary scorned…
Roberto reaches for the gear stick before looking over his shoulder as he begin to reverse the car. Straightening up he slowly begins to drive away as two security guards burst out of the doors of Dr. Albans’ office, chasing the vehicle in futile as the scene begins to fade to black.
27th March 2011
The scene opens inside a building, its white washed walls adorned with a variety of paintings depicting calming scenes, the swirls of paint exuding a calming sensation. Along the length of the corridor numerous potted plants grow towards the ceiling, soaring high towards the heavens and a water cooler can be seen in one corner, a bubble of air slowing rising from time before popping inevitably on the surface. A middle aged woman can be seen sat behind a desk, staring over the rim of her glasses at a computer monitor as she strikes the keys with her thin and bony fingers, the sound of each letter reverberating around the empty room. As the water cooler bubles once again the figure of a man approaches the desk, causing the woman to look up with a hint of disappointment in her eyes as she is forced to draw herself away from her tedious and menial tasks. Pushing her glasses up her nose she speaks in a sharp, uninviting tone.
Secretary : May I help you?
?? : I am here to see Doctor Albans.
Secretary : Do you have an appointment sir?
?? : No I don’t but this is important…
Secretary : Then I am afraid you will have to come back another time. Dr. Albans only sees patients with a booking.
?? : I am afraid I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, the good doctor owes me a favour. Now, is he here? I won’t ask twice.
The woman looks flabbergasted, unable to find the right words to respond to the man’s assertive demands. Stumbling over the words in her mind she eventually responds, a tone of indignation in her voice.
Secretary : He is with a patient, you will have to wait. But you really should have an appointment, it is procedure…
?? : I don’t give two ****s about procedure. Look, I’ll just let myself in and save you the bother.
Moving quickly the man marches intently towards a door with a plaque saying “Dr Graeme Albans PhD” glued on it. Opening the door the man storms into the room where an old man can be seen sat in a chair besides a long psychiatrists couch upon which is a young woman who is startled by the sudden noise. The old man looks up, initially in shock also before recognising the figure in front of him. Suddenly the secretary comes rushing in, wheezing heavily as she catches her breath, staring angrily at the man who forced his way into the room.
Secretary : I am terribly sorry Dr. Albans! I will call security straight away to remove this man…
Dr. Albans : No, it is quite alright.
The secretary looks defiantly at the doctor before visibly accepting defeat, her previous confidence knocked.
Dr. Albans : Please excuse me Jennifer, I must cut our session short. I apologise for the inconvenience.
The young woman sits up with little resistant, failing to argue against the doctors decision. Grabbing her things before meekly saying her farewells to the doctor she hurriedly shuffles nervously by the man before walking quickly out of the room. Sighing, the old man looks up and addresses the man.
Dr. Albans : You know, you really should call me before marching into my office like this. How can I help you, Mr Verona?
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The scene re-opens with Roberto laying prostrate on the couch, his feet and arms crossed impatiently. Surrounded by the typical regalia of a psychiatrist’s office, a large book shelf littered with numerous books whose titles are too small to make out, a mixture of statues and small cacti atop wooden shelves wrap themselves around the sides of the room whilst a large desk takes up much of the space besides a large set of windows. Dr. Albans sits back down, cross his legs and resting a notepad on top of them, scribbling something down quickly before addressing Roberto.
Dr. Albans : I never thought I’d see you again Mr Verona, last time I saw you was in Chicago a few years ago. I didn’t think you’d find me out here in Missouri.
Roberto Verona : I still have my contacts Graeme, it isn’t exactly difficult to pinpoint a practicing psychiatrist since the dawn of Google either.
Dr. Albans : You are right, but then I never thought you’d ever want to find me Mr Verona. You left pretty sure of yourself and your goals, I didn’t think you would require my services.
Roberto Verona : Considering the events of last night and your immediate vicinity I thought I’d come in to cash that favour you owed me Graeme. It isn’t much use holding something over somebody and never making use of it.
Dr. Albans : You always did like to be the one who held all the cards Mr. Verona. Now, what can I help you with today? I assume you aren’t here for a catch up session.
Roberto Verona : Well, your college education sure was worth it wasn’t it? I needed somebody to talk to about last night, I haven’t been myself since Todd Williams pinned me for the three count. I could barely sleep and my mind has been all over the place, you seemed the logical port of call.
Dr. Albans : Well, I can only assume it is a reaction to your defeat, when you rely so heavily on a self-imposed demand for perfection the slightest bump in the road can severely hamper your mental well-being and harm your fragile sense of self-worth.
Roberto Verona : You don’t pull any punches do you?
Dr. Albans : Honesty is part and parcel of my profession, it’d be pointless if I didn’t tell you what I really think. It is clear that having put so much into this match you are finding it difficult to come to terms with defeat.
Roberto Verona : You are probably right doctor, I didn’t see it coming. It has hit me really hard.
Dr. Albans : It is to be expected Mr Verona, defeat is difficult for people to accept but it is about adapting to disappointment and learning to accept it.
Roberto Verona : I don’t think I can go on…
Dr.Albans : Can’t go on?
Dr Albans looks at Roberto, a look of concern etched across his face. The pair sit silently for a moment before a wry smile begins to merge on Roberto’s face as he turns his head towards the doctor.
Roberto Verona : Talking complete and utter crap like this. Let’s face it a defeat at the hands of a man the calibre of Todd Williams is incredibly mortifying and lesser men would be throwing themselves off the highest point they could find. I, on the other hand, am going to take a valuable lesson from the high point of Todd’s career and take note of something that can only ever possibly happen once in a blue moon. Todd was actually right…
Dr. Albans : Right about what?
Roberto Verona : Besides the fact Todd “dead mothered” me, when I cut through the emotional twaddle he raised a very valid point. I have indeed done a lot of talking and proved very little. Unfortunately I have to accept that complete simpletons like Todd and the nCw Universe cannot quite grasp that I simply will accomplish my goals because of my talent and willpower. I need to start proving my points in far more simple ways that the morons can understand, after all I am working with a target audience with an IQ that peaks at 75.
Dr Albans begins to scribble frantically on his notepad before attempting to speak, but Roberto cuts him off before he is able to.
Roberto Verona : I have done a lot of talking, now is the time to start delivering on my promises. Sure nCw is just a giant cesspool of washed up physical cripples, egotistical prima donnas and Tommy the Cats, but everything I have said is undeniable and now is the time to start cleaning up the mess that I inhabit every single weekend. The entire organisation is diluted by mediocrity and it constantly projects this to the mindless masses each and every week, now is the time to start changing things around there with more than just mere words. A picture can paint a thousand words and this Sunday at Collision I will start by painting the ring with Chris Gardner’s blood…
Dr. Albans : Your evidently quite sure of your purpose Mr Verona, I am struggling to see what exactly you really wanted me for? I could waste both our times by trying to analyse you, but I think it is clear that isn’t really what you came here for. What is it you really want?
Roberto Verona : You are a smart man Graeme. Remember that money you owe me? Well I am here to collect. I just figured as you’ve been sitting on what is rightfully mine for quite some time I was due a free session of therapy from you.
Dr. Albans: You really are a jack ass do you know that?
Roberto Verona : Well it is a good job I really don’t give a damn what you think then isn’t it? Now, stop wasting my time and let’s just get straight to business, it’s time for you to pay up so you can get rid of me once and for all.
The scene begins to fade as Roberto sits up on the couch, Dr. Albans throwing his pen and paper onto his desk in frustration before standing up and walking over towards a safe on the wall.
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The scene re-opens outside in a parking lot, the heat of the midday sun raining down on the concrete as Roberto Verona can be seen exiting an adjacent building, a briefcase in his hand. Smiling to himself in self-satisfaction a mobile phone is visible in his left hand, placed against the side of his head. As he walks closer his conversation becomes audible.
Roberto Verona : He was more than happy to see me leave the building, I can say that much. Then again, if he didn’t want awkward conversations maybe he shouldn’t have failed to pay up when we found his wife after she took all his money. What goes around comes around doesn’t it?
Placing the briefcase on the tarmac Roberto fumbles in his jacket pocket before pulling out a set of car keys, aiming it towards his car the familiar sound of the doors unlocking in sync with the flash of headlights resounds across the car park. Leaning down he picks up the briefcase, wincing slightly, and places it beside the trunk, opening it up with one hand.
Roberto Verona : Look, I know we suffered a setback this weekend against Todd but he was just lucky, even I can have an off day. We will sort him out later, he may have won the battle but I am going to make sure he doesn’t survive the war. We need to focus on Gardner this week for now and how we can step up our plans.
Verona gentle places the briefcase in the trunk before shutting it gently and walking to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door and stepping inside before shutting the door behind him.
Roberto Verona : Despite the fact he is a complete simpleton with a few fancy moves in his locker Todd was right, I haven’t done enough yet and that needs to change. We need to start to make people sit up and take notice, the guys in the locker room are sitting far too easily and that needs to stop. We can’t let this movement fizzle out before it ever begun, we will just have to step thing up and operate ahead of schedule. I know we aren’t prepared but we can’t plan for every eventuality, revolutions aren’t, and never will be, predictable.
Roberto begins to learn forward slowly, trying to find the ignition with the end of his keys. Finally finding it his slides the key in and turns the engine on which roars before calming to a gentle purr as Roberto sits back up in his chair, reaching for the seat belt before pulling it across him and fixing it into place.
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry I will get onto Chris Gardner in due course, just because we are going to pick things up doesn’t mean I won’t address him personally before next weekend at Collision. I will begin preparing for our bout, I, we, cannot afford another defeat so soon after Williams struck it lucky. We need to pick up where we started and begin causing waves in nCw before the old guard realise what is coming. Let’s just look at last night as a wakeup call and an excuse to get this show on the road now, why wait any longer? Listen, I need to get out of here before Graeme is stupid enough to call for his security, I really aren’t in the mood for another fight. I will speak to you again soon, we have a lot to discuss.
Roberto lowers the phone and hangs up, sliding the mobile back into his suit jacket before grabbing the steering wheel with two hands and muttering to himself.
Roberto Verona : Now I have gotten that over with I can start to focus on Gardner. It is time to make sure that Trauma was a one off, Chris will feel the wrath of a revolutionary scorned…
Roberto reaches for the gear stick before looking over his shoulder as he begin to reverse the car. Straightening up he slowly begins to drive away as two security guards burst out of the doors of Dr. Albans’ office, chasing the vehicle in futile as the scene begins to fade to black.