Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 9:43:59 GMT -6
The scene opens outside the office of Leonard Fox, a small wooden door dividing the rich and powerful from the legions of employees. Hannah Reed sits patiently on a small chair, her legs cross as she nervously plays twiddles her thumbs, the sound of a ticking clock growing seemingly louder and louder with each second that goes by.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Suddenly, Hannah jumps as the door to Leonard’s office swings open and Roberto Verona steps out defiantly, a cocky grin on his face as he straightens his tie whilst the door slams shut behind him. Roberto turns to Hannah and nods.
Roberto Verona : It is done.
Hannah looks slightly bemused, her jaw dropping slightly.
Hannah Reed : Wait…. Leonard said yes?
Roberto nods slowly.
Roberto Verona : You better believe it.
Hannah Reed : Wow… maybe he really is getting senile these days.
Roberto Verona : Hey, who cares, I have myself an uninterrupted slot of airtime this weekend.
The pair begin to walk out of Leonard’s office, passing through a corridor to a flight of stair, a few office interns poking their noses out from behind their computers.
Hannah Reed : I know, it is great and everything but….
Roberto Verona : But?
Hannah Reed : I just can’t believe he hasn’t got a problem with what you have to say…I mean, it is hardly in his best interests…
Roberto Verona : Well, technically I didn’t divulge everything I was going to say….
Hannah Reed : You mean you lied.
Roberto scoffs playfully, batting her gently on the arm.
Roberto Verona : A technicality.
Hannah Reed : It is a pretty major technicality….
Roberto Verona : Leonard Fox isn’t stupid, he knows exactly the sort of man I am, if he is too naïve to let me speak my mind on Sunday then he deserves everything he is going to get. Hell, the fact is I told him I’d change his company for the better when I signed here, it isn’t my fault he doesn’t have faith in the fact that I actually have the balls to go through with it.
Hannah Reed : Yeah… I know that, I just don’t want all our hard work to go to waste.
Roberto Verona : The hard work hasn’t even begun yet. It begins on Sunday and no matter what happens, it is the right thing to do.
Hannah Reed : I hope you know you’re going to make my life difficult after all this.
Roberto Verona : You mean I don’t do that already? Note to self, try harder to irritate Hannah.
Roberto smiles as the pair finished descending the stairs, holding a door open for Hannah who laughs and shakes her head.
Hannah Reed : You know what I mean… Although, I am looking forward to actually have something to do. You do realise that making sure you beat Todd Williams is like shooting fish in a barrel?
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry, I am sure you’ll have much bigger fish to fry soon enough. Speaking of frying fish, I am pretty hungry.
Hannah Reed : Typical man, thinking with his stomach.
Roberto Verona : Oh come on, what else should I be thinking about? Jonas Potter? Seriously?
Hannah Reed : He isn’t that bad you know.
Roberto Verona : No, he isn’t. But I am far too good for him, you really need to start learning this Hannah.
Hannah Reed : Well, I am sorry your Lordship but don’t you think you should concentrate a little more on making sure he doesn’t pick up an upset?
Roberto Verona : The only person who is going to be upset is me if we don’t get something to eat soon. Listen, Jonas Potter is already taken care of, I have studied him with interest for the past few weeks, it is just a shame he fancies himself as a jumped up little jackass. He had potential before he wrote his own death warrant with those little outbursts.
Hannah Reed : Well if you are sure, Lord knows I won’t change your mind.
Roberto Verona : See, you’re learning.
Hannah Reed : I’m getting there…. Anyway, where would you like to go? And don’t say Pizza Hut.
Roberto Verona : Oh right, I forgot you don’t eat peasant food anymore.
Hannah Reed : No, I just don’t like being booed by children every time we go to eat.
Roberto Verona : Hey, don’t blame me if they aren’t my demographic.
Hannah shakes her head in feigned disgust.
Hannah Reed : Nevertheless, can we please go somewhere nobody will recognise us…
Roberto Verona : What, like the moon?
Hannah Reed : Stop being a jackass and take me somewhere nice. Jesus…
Roberto Verona : If you insist.
Hannah Reed : Thank you.
Roberto Verona : But if any children upset you again I aren’t leaving this time.
Hannah scowls, shooting Roberto a look before storming off towards their car.
Roberto Verona : I think I just figured out why we can’t live without women, who else will provide so much easy entertainment?
Hannah turns and shouts
Hannah Reed : I heard that!
Roberto laughs to himself before following his disgruntled colleague towards the car, unlocking it from afar as Hannah gets in and promptly begins to strop in the passenger seat.
Oh, hey Jonas! Look, I know, I know I haven’t rushed to address you with the contained excitement of a five year old on their way to Disneyland waiting to burst and for that I apologise. I apologise to each and every person who has had to sit through a tiresome, whiney, foot stamping half hour of you and Phillip crying about how the big mean X-Champion isn’t verbally slapping the taste out of your mouth within milliseconds of our match being announced. I am sorry that everybody had to endure your tired old tripe about how the Young Guns are bad, I don’t deserve to be champion….
Blah.
Blah.
Blah.
Listen, Jonas, you seem to enjoy leading people to believe you are a smart man, taking a bit of a pop at my apparent lack of intelligence, good try old bean, but the reality is that you are anything but intelligent. No, a smart man wouldn’t run his mouth off like a sub-machine gun, dispensing bullet after bullet of witty mockery in the direction of a man who systematically publically dissected the emotional wellbeing of another human being for three months straight. A smart man would not piss somebody off who has proven they are sadistic, calculated and above all entirely capable of inflicting misery on another person.
A smart man would learn to leave well alone when it comes to me, but then we both know that you fancy yourself as the “next big thing”, an assertion that is sending you hurtling towards a world of pain and agony this Sunday.
You see Jonas, I consistently repeat myself when I tell you all I am the next icon to write his name in the stars, yet the difference between you declaring yourself as the next breakout mega star and me guaranteeing that my name will be remembered forever is that every single week I go out there and prove it.
You have a long way to go before you can back up these bold claims Jonas, whilst I have already started proving that every single word that exits my mouth is wrapped in the truth. I said that I would take the X-Championship from Todd Williams and at A Night To Remember I did just that. I said that I would successfully defend my title at Reborn, and I did that as well. When I run my mouth Potter, I make sure I do not fail to back up my statements.
You say you are going to take my title? Welcome to a club of lovable losers who have declared the same old clichés. Todd, Xander, you…. you all share one thing in common. You’re all talk and no substance. You can sit there comfortable in your smug self-adoration all you like Jonas, but when push comes to shove you need to stand up and start being a man of action instead of mere words. Words are powerful, but not if they just remains words.
You want to make something of yourself Jonas? Go out there this weekend and pull me apart, go out there and put me down so I can’t get back up. Then, go out there and do the same the next week, and the next week, and the next…
You get the picture. If you want to wrench this belt from me you need to seriously up your game, you need to drag yourself out of your frankly average weekly performances and turn them into memorable ones. Then you need to remember that if you’re lucky enough to earn a shot at me, it won’t be any old match. This title embodies the “Xtreme” spirit of this business, if you and I go toe to toe again, you are going to have to do it in a match where morality if thrown out of the window. We will break each other and in the end only one man will walk out freely, and neither will be the same again.
You may have a Harvard education, a PhD and charming little sidekick Jonas, but I have serious doubts that you have what it takes to hang with me. I will break you if it means that I am the man with his arm raised in victory and whilst you talk the talk about inflicting pain on me, I just don’t see you actually walking the walk. I have no qualms about ending your bright little career before it ever begins and it is that ruthless streak that saw me become X-Champion and it is what will see me through Picture Perfect and beyond as the reigning champion.
As for me needing the Young Guns to beat you? Let me refresh your memory before I stamp it out of your skull on Collision. I won the X-Championship by myself. I defended the X-Championship by myself. I defeated Spike Kane, by mys…oh lets drop the charades.
Jonas, the reason I will beat you this Sunday is quite…elementary my dear friend. I am a better wrestler than you. It really does just boil down to something so simple. Unfortunately for you, whether you really do possess some fabled superior intellect and self-confidence, none of it matters in that ring. All that counts is your ability as a competitor and this Sunday, you will learn the hard way that I am just plain better than you.
Vive La Révolution
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Suddenly, Hannah jumps as the door to Leonard’s office swings open and Roberto Verona steps out defiantly, a cocky grin on his face as he straightens his tie whilst the door slams shut behind him. Roberto turns to Hannah and nods.
Roberto Verona : It is done.
Hannah looks slightly bemused, her jaw dropping slightly.
Hannah Reed : Wait…. Leonard said yes?
Roberto nods slowly.
Roberto Verona : You better believe it.
Hannah Reed : Wow… maybe he really is getting senile these days.
Roberto Verona : Hey, who cares, I have myself an uninterrupted slot of airtime this weekend.
The pair begin to walk out of Leonard’s office, passing through a corridor to a flight of stair, a few office interns poking their noses out from behind their computers.
Hannah Reed : I know, it is great and everything but….
Roberto Verona : But?
Hannah Reed : I just can’t believe he hasn’t got a problem with what you have to say…I mean, it is hardly in his best interests…
Roberto Verona : Well, technically I didn’t divulge everything I was going to say….
Hannah Reed : You mean you lied.
Roberto scoffs playfully, batting her gently on the arm.
Roberto Verona : A technicality.
Hannah Reed : It is a pretty major technicality….
Roberto Verona : Leonard Fox isn’t stupid, he knows exactly the sort of man I am, if he is too naïve to let me speak my mind on Sunday then he deserves everything he is going to get. Hell, the fact is I told him I’d change his company for the better when I signed here, it isn’t my fault he doesn’t have faith in the fact that I actually have the balls to go through with it.
Hannah Reed : Yeah… I know that, I just don’t want all our hard work to go to waste.
Roberto Verona : The hard work hasn’t even begun yet. It begins on Sunday and no matter what happens, it is the right thing to do.
Hannah Reed : I hope you know you’re going to make my life difficult after all this.
Roberto Verona : You mean I don’t do that already? Note to self, try harder to irritate Hannah.
Roberto smiles as the pair finished descending the stairs, holding a door open for Hannah who laughs and shakes her head.
Hannah Reed : You know what I mean… Although, I am looking forward to actually have something to do. You do realise that making sure you beat Todd Williams is like shooting fish in a barrel?
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry, I am sure you’ll have much bigger fish to fry soon enough. Speaking of frying fish, I am pretty hungry.
Hannah Reed : Typical man, thinking with his stomach.
Roberto Verona : Oh come on, what else should I be thinking about? Jonas Potter? Seriously?
Hannah Reed : He isn’t that bad you know.
Roberto Verona : No, he isn’t. But I am far too good for him, you really need to start learning this Hannah.
Hannah Reed : Well, I am sorry your Lordship but don’t you think you should concentrate a little more on making sure he doesn’t pick up an upset?
Roberto Verona : The only person who is going to be upset is me if we don’t get something to eat soon. Listen, Jonas Potter is already taken care of, I have studied him with interest for the past few weeks, it is just a shame he fancies himself as a jumped up little jackass. He had potential before he wrote his own death warrant with those little outbursts.
Hannah Reed : Well if you are sure, Lord knows I won’t change your mind.
Roberto Verona : See, you’re learning.
Hannah Reed : I’m getting there…. Anyway, where would you like to go? And don’t say Pizza Hut.
Roberto Verona : Oh right, I forgot you don’t eat peasant food anymore.
Hannah Reed : No, I just don’t like being booed by children every time we go to eat.
Roberto Verona : Hey, don’t blame me if they aren’t my demographic.
Hannah shakes her head in feigned disgust.
Hannah Reed : Nevertheless, can we please go somewhere nobody will recognise us…
Roberto Verona : What, like the moon?
Hannah Reed : Stop being a jackass and take me somewhere nice. Jesus…
Roberto Verona : If you insist.
Hannah Reed : Thank you.
Roberto Verona : But if any children upset you again I aren’t leaving this time.
Hannah scowls, shooting Roberto a look before storming off towards their car.
Roberto Verona : I think I just figured out why we can’t live without women, who else will provide so much easy entertainment?
Hannah turns and shouts
Hannah Reed : I heard that!
Roberto laughs to himself before following his disgruntled colleague towards the car, unlocking it from afar as Hannah gets in and promptly begins to strop in the passenger seat.
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Oh, hey Jonas! Look, I know, I know I haven’t rushed to address you with the contained excitement of a five year old on their way to Disneyland waiting to burst and for that I apologise. I apologise to each and every person who has had to sit through a tiresome, whiney, foot stamping half hour of you and Phillip crying about how the big mean X-Champion isn’t verbally slapping the taste out of your mouth within milliseconds of our match being announced. I am sorry that everybody had to endure your tired old tripe about how the Young Guns are bad, I don’t deserve to be champion….
Blah.
Blah.
Blah.
Listen, Jonas, you seem to enjoy leading people to believe you are a smart man, taking a bit of a pop at my apparent lack of intelligence, good try old bean, but the reality is that you are anything but intelligent. No, a smart man wouldn’t run his mouth off like a sub-machine gun, dispensing bullet after bullet of witty mockery in the direction of a man who systematically publically dissected the emotional wellbeing of another human being for three months straight. A smart man would not piss somebody off who has proven they are sadistic, calculated and above all entirely capable of inflicting misery on another person.
A smart man would learn to leave well alone when it comes to me, but then we both know that you fancy yourself as the “next big thing”, an assertion that is sending you hurtling towards a world of pain and agony this Sunday.
You see Jonas, I consistently repeat myself when I tell you all I am the next icon to write his name in the stars, yet the difference between you declaring yourself as the next breakout mega star and me guaranteeing that my name will be remembered forever is that every single week I go out there and prove it.
You have a long way to go before you can back up these bold claims Jonas, whilst I have already started proving that every single word that exits my mouth is wrapped in the truth. I said that I would take the X-Championship from Todd Williams and at A Night To Remember I did just that. I said that I would successfully defend my title at Reborn, and I did that as well. When I run my mouth Potter, I make sure I do not fail to back up my statements.
You say you are going to take my title? Welcome to a club of lovable losers who have declared the same old clichés. Todd, Xander, you…. you all share one thing in common. You’re all talk and no substance. You can sit there comfortable in your smug self-adoration all you like Jonas, but when push comes to shove you need to stand up and start being a man of action instead of mere words. Words are powerful, but not if they just remains words.
You want to make something of yourself Jonas? Go out there this weekend and pull me apart, go out there and put me down so I can’t get back up. Then, go out there and do the same the next week, and the next week, and the next…
You get the picture. If you want to wrench this belt from me you need to seriously up your game, you need to drag yourself out of your frankly average weekly performances and turn them into memorable ones. Then you need to remember that if you’re lucky enough to earn a shot at me, it won’t be any old match. This title embodies the “Xtreme” spirit of this business, if you and I go toe to toe again, you are going to have to do it in a match where morality if thrown out of the window. We will break each other and in the end only one man will walk out freely, and neither will be the same again.
You may have a Harvard education, a PhD and charming little sidekick Jonas, but I have serious doubts that you have what it takes to hang with me. I will break you if it means that I am the man with his arm raised in victory and whilst you talk the talk about inflicting pain on me, I just don’t see you actually walking the walk. I have no qualms about ending your bright little career before it ever begins and it is that ruthless streak that saw me become X-Champion and it is what will see me through Picture Perfect and beyond as the reigning champion.
As for me needing the Young Guns to beat you? Let me refresh your memory before I stamp it out of your skull on Collision. I won the X-Championship by myself. I defended the X-Championship by myself. I defeated Spike Kane, by mys…oh lets drop the charades.
Jonas, the reason I will beat you this Sunday is quite…elementary my dear friend. I am a better wrestler than you. It really does just boil down to something so simple. Unfortunately for you, whether you really do possess some fabled superior intellect and self-confidence, none of it matters in that ring. All that counts is your ability as a competitor and this Sunday, you will learn the hard way that I am just plain better than you.
Vive La Révolution