Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2011 20:05:10 GMT -6
The scene opens in a crowded room, littered from left to right with nCw merchandise and promotional wear displaying everybody’s favourite competitors, the image of Zelda Knight, Venom, Rob Diamond and others adorning the chests of an admiring crowd. At the rear of the room is a line of nCw cameras, manned by a group of men in plain nCw technical gear talking amongst themselves whilst at the front of the room the focal point is a relatively low stage with a table laden across it, draped in a black table cloth with the nCw badge on the front. Above the droning murmur of the crowd a set of spot lights begins to light up the stage as the rest of the room becomes enveloped in darkness, the crowd begin to shuffle back to their seats as a reasonably chubby man staggers on stage, wiping something onto his shirt as he reaches to clutch onto a mic. As the crowd begins to fall into silence the cameramen jump into action and the man raises the mic to his mouth.
: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the nCw Convention here in North Carolina…
The mention of the state raises a raucous cheer across the room.
: We have a few guests for you here tonight, feel free to ask anything you like but remember try not to be too rude to the superstars. I think that is just about everything, with that in mind let’s get this show on the road!
The man waddles slowly off stage, carefully stepping down from the platform before disappearing through a door at the side of the room, the crowd whisper to themselves before he returns, sandwich in one hand and mic in the other, and stands at the side of the room. Taking a quick bite, he turns his mic back on and raises it to his crumb sodden lips.
: If I may have your attention please ladies and gentleman, could you please welcome onto stage the former, and first, nCw Women’s Champion Zelda Knite and the lead commentator of nCw, Kelly Knite!
The crowd cheer, clapping and eliciting whistles, whilst “Call to Action” by Pillar blasts out of the speaker system. The lights begin to flash numerous different colour as the crowd anticipate the arrival of the two young women on stage, but they fail to appear straight away. As the crowd begins to get uneasy something emerges from the curtains at the right hand side of the stage. As people begin to focus on the stage the head of a blow-up doll can be seen, adorned with a brunette wig and a moustache. As the crowd begins to mutters between itself, slightly bemused at what is going on the head is withdrawn behind the curtain before a figure begins to emerge from behind the vale, clutching two blowup dolls beneath their arms, one dressed as Mario and the other Luigi, despite being clearly female, the other with a blonde wag draped over its head. The figure is wearing a dark navy suit with a hood over their hood and makes their way towards the table with both dolls before seating both of them at either side of the central chair, where they eventually sit themselves, their head bowed. The announcer looks confused, shuffling through his mind as he fails to find any words. Suddenly, the hidden figure begins to speak.
: Forgive the ladies for their silence, let me take this crap off…
The figure raises a hand and tears the hood off, revealing Roberto Verona as the hooded figure. Clutching the hood in his hand he looks around the room as a collection of boos and general chatter fills the air. Turning to his left Roberto carefully places the hood over the head of the doll who is mimicking Zelda Knite.
Roberto Verona : There we go Zelda, the hood suits you far better. Good evening what can be loosely described as “ladies” and well….”men”. I am pleased to join you all here this evening at the nCw Convention to answer some of your questions, although you must forgive my co-workers they seem to be a little quiet this evening, it is ok I am used to people being awe struck in my presence. Besides, Zelda likes to hide behind a hood these days anyway doesn’t she….
Roberto smirks to himself, turning to the announcer who is still dumbstruck and unable to utter any words.
Roberto Verona : Well? Aren’t you going to open the floor up or are you just as useless as the rest of the nCw staff? Jesus…..
Roberto shakes his head before getting up and approaching the terrified man, staring at him for a moment. Grinning Verona grabs the mic from the announcers hand before turning to return to the front of the room, this time sitting on the edge of the table between the two dolls. Lifting the mic to his lips he continues to speak.
Roberto Verona : You know nCw really ought to pay me more, I seem to be stuck conducting their own interviews for them. Now, where were we? Ah yes! Good evening everybody, I am Roberto Verona, the one man whose opinion is worth a damn here in nCw. Tonight, you are in for a treat as I open up the floor to your questions and give you a world exclusive from myself to Jack Manson, my talent-challenged opponent at Trauma this weekend. So, because the stench of virginity and acne-cream is starting to make me nauseous, let’s get this over with.
The crowd is still baffled, but from the murmurs a voice can be heard.
Fan : Why are you here? We didn’t pay to see a no mark like you!
The crowd laugh as Verona chuckles to himself.
Roberto Verona : Oh my, somebody is very brave with a mob behind him aren’t they? It’s ok I understand you wouldn’t want to say that to my face so I’ll let this one slide, I’ll let you post that one of your myspace. Now, is there anybody who isn’t a total coward willing to stand up and ask me something, otherwise we are in for a long boring evening.
A rather timid young woman stands up, hiding behind her hair and wearing a Charlie Velez t-shirt.
Roberto Verona : Come on now, don’t be shy, if the rest of the pond life in this room can grow a backbone with the crowd around them so can you young lady.
Young Woman : I was wondering, what were your thoughts on the nCw title match at Crossroads?
Roberto Verona : You see guys, it isn’t hard to ask a simple question is it? All I can say is what a way to end a main event huh? A complete and utter farce right to the end, the nCw World Championship passing hands in such a way is nothing short of a travesty and frankly anybody who pays attention to our new “Champion” is a Grade A idiot. Again, only in a joke of a company like nCw could somebody attain the greatest prize on offer in such a farcical manner. Luckily for everybody else concerned, you will soon have somebody who is worthy of that belt all over your television screens so no matter how long this untalented schmuck has the belt it won’t matter, and I’ll guarantee you one thing I won’t need a woman to win me the title that is for sure. Next?
Once again a voice simply emerges from the crowd.
Fan : What do you think about the arrival of Bukkake Man?
Roberto Verona : All I can say is, what the hell is Bukkake Man? I mean seriously nCw? Not only do we have Roxxxie taking up our porno quota we now have a man with a strange love for a porn fetish. It really does beggar belief. Let’s just move on from that question. Yes, you?
Another fan raises their hand amidst the crowd.
Fan : What are your intentions for Sovereign next month? Where is this “revolution” going?
Roberto Verona : I intend to show the world just how serious I am about taking this company by storm, I aren’t just another no mark who runs his mouth off about how great he is. I have a purpose; half of the idiots who share the arenas with me just turn up every week, kick each other’s heads in and then go home before coming back the next week to recreate their cerebral reshuffle. I showed everyone at Crossroads that I am built for stardom and I will show them again each and every week until we get to Sovereign and whatever nCw put in front of me that night I will triumph. My revolution will take me to the top of this company; it is as simple as that. nCw requires change, the old order have corrupted it and I am the man who will end the erosion of morality and the promotion of false idols and talentless frauds. With that in mind, let me say a little about my opponent on Saturday, Jack Manson…
Roberto shuffles a little, leaning back before laughing to himself. The audience begins muttering amongst themselves again, causing Roberto to stand up, towering above them, thrusting the mic to his mouth.
Roberto Verona : Shut up! Listening to me is for your own benefit, learn to open up your ears and respect what I say, because frankly you’ve been blindly following your idols for long enough. Now, let me tell you a little something about my opponent on Saturday at Trauma, Jack Manson…
Jack will no doubt tell you that I am an upstart, a no mark rookie with a penchant for running my mouth off and talking bigger than my station. He will no doubt be on his way to Trauma feeling confident about his chances; after all he just took a shot at Venom’s belt. He will no doubt be expecting to end my path to glory before it has even begun. But you know what, Jack would be wrong to assume that he is better than me. Jack will not be leaving on Saturday as a winner, but he will be leaving after being taught a very tough lesson. Don’t stand in my way. I will have no mercy, no compassion and no issue with kicking his ass. Just like with Demetrious and Scotty, I will not let my opponents get the better of me. Jack may well have some impressive credentials, but they mean nothing when he gets in the ring with me. I don’t care who he’s beaten, I don’t care what he has won; the past is gone and will soon be forgotten. What truly matters is this Saturday, Jack Manson may well swagger down to the ring full of confidence, but I will knock it right back out of him. I already know people will be expecting my run to come undone on Saturday and frankly I thrive off of it.
Roberto begins to sit back down, leaning forward to stare directly into the audience, a determined look in his eyes.
Roberto Verona : You all no doubt think that I am just an angry man who will soon get my comeuppance, but you think wrong. I am here to stay and like it or not, you will be seeing a lot more of me in the coming months. You can’t stop change and the whole of nCw needs a revolution, from the very top to the very bottom. They can keep putting these talentless hacks before me, keep me down the pecking order all they like but sooner or later I will get my chance and I will take it. One chance: that is all I need. Once I have that opportunity I will not be stopped.
No doubt there are people here today who pray that I fall flat on my face, it doesn’t surprise me. One thing I have learnt is that people do not like change, they do not like to open their eyes to the truth that has been slapping in them face for years. Mark my words, you will have to get over your fears and embrace the revolution. If you don’t, you will be washed away in its wake and when I climb that turnbuckle, the greatest prize of all in my hands, you will rue the day that you had ever doubted me, rue the day that you thought I was talking utter nonsense. nCw will never be the same again, this Saturday will just be another showcase of my superiority over the challengers that are placed before me and sooner or later, I will be given my first opportunity for gold and no matter how much you hate me, I will be a better champion than the men you roar for each and every week.
With that Roberto stands up once again, dropping the microphone to the floor before jumping off the stage and walking out of the exit, the audience beginning to chatter amongst themselves as the door slams shut. As Roberto makes his way down the empty corridor his mobile phone begins to ring. Reaching into his jacket pocket he places the handset to his ear.
Roberto Verona : Hello?
After a few moments Verona begins to smile, recognising the voice. Pausing for a moment he listens to the voice on the other end of the phone, waiting to reply.
Roberto Verona : You’ve thought about what I said then I take it?
Once again Roberto pauses, waiting for the recipient of his query to respond.
Roberto Verona : Well, in that case, meet me on Saturday. We have a lot to discuss.
Again Roberto pauses, allowing the unknown person to reply.
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry about Manson, he won’t be a problem. Just make sure you are there. Do not be late, you only get one chance before I blacklist your number. See you there.
Roberto removes the phone from the side of his head, pressing the touchscreen to end the call. Sliding the phone back into his jacket he grins to himself, straightening he jacket and tie as he does so.
Roberto Verona : Everything is falling into place….
Verona begins to walk away, exiting the corridor through a side door as the scene begins to fade to black as the sound the door slamming shut rings eerily through the empty corridor before the scene plunges into complete darkness.
: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the nCw Convention here in North Carolina…
The mention of the state raises a raucous cheer across the room.
: We have a few guests for you here tonight, feel free to ask anything you like but remember try not to be too rude to the superstars. I think that is just about everything, with that in mind let’s get this show on the road!
The man waddles slowly off stage, carefully stepping down from the platform before disappearing through a door at the side of the room, the crowd whisper to themselves before he returns, sandwich in one hand and mic in the other, and stands at the side of the room. Taking a quick bite, he turns his mic back on and raises it to his crumb sodden lips.
: If I may have your attention please ladies and gentleman, could you please welcome onto stage the former, and first, nCw Women’s Champion Zelda Knite and the lead commentator of nCw, Kelly Knite!
The crowd cheer, clapping and eliciting whistles, whilst “Call to Action” by Pillar blasts out of the speaker system. The lights begin to flash numerous different colour as the crowd anticipate the arrival of the two young women on stage, but they fail to appear straight away. As the crowd begins to get uneasy something emerges from the curtains at the right hand side of the stage. As people begin to focus on the stage the head of a blow-up doll can be seen, adorned with a brunette wig and a moustache. As the crowd begins to mutters between itself, slightly bemused at what is going on the head is withdrawn behind the curtain before a figure begins to emerge from behind the vale, clutching two blowup dolls beneath their arms, one dressed as Mario and the other Luigi, despite being clearly female, the other with a blonde wag draped over its head. The figure is wearing a dark navy suit with a hood over their hood and makes their way towards the table with both dolls before seating both of them at either side of the central chair, where they eventually sit themselves, their head bowed. The announcer looks confused, shuffling through his mind as he fails to find any words. Suddenly, the hidden figure begins to speak.
: Forgive the ladies for their silence, let me take this crap off…
The figure raises a hand and tears the hood off, revealing Roberto Verona as the hooded figure. Clutching the hood in his hand he looks around the room as a collection of boos and general chatter fills the air. Turning to his left Roberto carefully places the hood over the head of the doll who is mimicking Zelda Knite.
Roberto Verona : There we go Zelda, the hood suits you far better. Good evening what can be loosely described as “ladies” and well….”men”. I am pleased to join you all here this evening at the nCw Convention to answer some of your questions, although you must forgive my co-workers they seem to be a little quiet this evening, it is ok I am used to people being awe struck in my presence. Besides, Zelda likes to hide behind a hood these days anyway doesn’t she….
Roberto smirks to himself, turning to the announcer who is still dumbstruck and unable to utter any words.
Roberto Verona : Well? Aren’t you going to open the floor up or are you just as useless as the rest of the nCw staff? Jesus…..
Roberto shakes his head before getting up and approaching the terrified man, staring at him for a moment. Grinning Verona grabs the mic from the announcers hand before turning to return to the front of the room, this time sitting on the edge of the table between the two dolls. Lifting the mic to his lips he continues to speak.
Roberto Verona : You know nCw really ought to pay me more, I seem to be stuck conducting their own interviews for them. Now, where were we? Ah yes! Good evening everybody, I am Roberto Verona, the one man whose opinion is worth a damn here in nCw. Tonight, you are in for a treat as I open up the floor to your questions and give you a world exclusive from myself to Jack Manson, my talent-challenged opponent at Trauma this weekend. So, because the stench of virginity and acne-cream is starting to make me nauseous, let’s get this over with.
The crowd is still baffled, but from the murmurs a voice can be heard.
Fan : Why are you here? We didn’t pay to see a no mark like you!
The crowd laugh as Verona chuckles to himself.
Roberto Verona : Oh my, somebody is very brave with a mob behind him aren’t they? It’s ok I understand you wouldn’t want to say that to my face so I’ll let this one slide, I’ll let you post that one of your myspace. Now, is there anybody who isn’t a total coward willing to stand up and ask me something, otherwise we are in for a long boring evening.
A rather timid young woman stands up, hiding behind her hair and wearing a Charlie Velez t-shirt.
Roberto Verona : Come on now, don’t be shy, if the rest of the pond life in this room can grow a backbone with the crowd around them so can you young lady.
Young Woman : I was wondering, what were your thoughts on the nCw title match at Crossroads?
Roberto Verona : You see guys, it isn’t hard to ask a simple question is it? All I can say is what a way to end a main event huh? A complete and utter farce right to the end, the nCw World Championship passing hands in such a way is nothing short of a travesty and frankly anybody who pays attention to our new “Champion” is a Grade A idiot. Again, only in a joke of a company like nCw could somebody attain the greatest prize on offer in such a farcical manner. Luckily for everybody else concerned, you will soon have somebody who is worthy of that belt all over your television screens so no matter how long this untalented schmuck has the belt it won’t matter, and I’ll guarantee you one thing I won’t need a woman to win me the title that is for sure. Next?
Once again a voice simply emerges from the crowd.
Fan : What do you think about the arrival of Bukkake Man?
Roberto Verona : All I can say is, what the hell is Bukkake Man? I mean seriously nCw? Not only do we have Roxxxie taking up our porno quota we now have a man with a strange love for a porn fetish. It really does beggar belief. Let’s just move on from that question. Yes, you?
Another fan raises their hand amidst the crowd.
Fan : What are your intentions for Sovereign next month? Where is this “revolution” going?
Roberto Verona : I intend to show the world just how serious I am about taking this company by storm, I aren’t just another no mark who runs his mouth off about how great he is. I have a purpose; half of the idiots who share the arenas with me just turn up every week, kick each other’s heads in and then go home before coming back the next week to recreate their cerebral reshuffle. I showed everyone at Crossroads that I am built for stardom and I will show them again each and every week until we get to Sovereign and whatever nCw put in front of me that night I will triumph. My revolution will take me to the top of this company; it is as simple as that. nCw requires change, the old order have corrupted it and I am the man who will end the erosion of morality and the promotion of false idols and talentless frauds. With that in mind, let me say a little about my opponent on Saturday, Jack Manson…
Roberto shuffles a little, leaning back before laughing to himself. The audience begins muttering amongst themselves again, causing Roberto to stand up, towering above them, thrusting the mic to his mouth.
Roberto Verona : Shut up! Listening to me is for your own benefit, learn to open up your ears and respect what I say, because frankly you’ve been blindly following your idols for long enough. Now, let me tell you a little something about my opponent on Saturday at Trauma, Jack Manson…
Jack will no doubt tell you that I am an upstart, a no mark rookie with a penchant for running my mouth off and talking bigger than my station. He will no doubt be on his way to Trauma feeling confident about his chances; after all he just took a shot at Venom’s belt. He will no doubt be expecting to end my path to glory before it has even begun. But you know what, Jack would be wrong to assume that he is better than me. Jack will not be leaving on Saturday as a winner, but he will be leaving after being taught a very tough lesson. Don’t stand in my way. I will have no mercy, no compassion and no issue with kicking his ass. Just like with Demetrious and Scotty, I will not let my opponents get the better of me. Jack may well have some impressive credentials, but they mean nothing when he gets in the ring with me. I don’t care who he’s beaten, I don’t care what he has won; the past is gone and will soon be forgotten. What truly matters is this Saturday, Jack Manson may well swagger down to the ring full of confidence, but I will knock it right back out of him. I already know people will be expecting my run to come undone on Saturday and frankly I thrive off of it.
Roberto begins to sit back down, leaning forward to stare directly into the audience, a determined look in his eyes.
Roberto Verona : You all no doubt think that I am just an angry man who will soon get my comeuppance, but you think wrong. I am here to stay and like it or not, you will be seeing a lot more of me in the coming months. You can’t stop change and the whole of nCw needs a revolution, from the very top to the very bottom. They can keep putting these talentless hacks before me, keep me down the pecking order all they like but sooner or later I will get my chance and I will take it. One chance: that is all I need. Once I have that opportunity I will not be stopped.
No doubt there are people here today who pray that I fall flat on my face, it doesn’t surprise me. One thing I have learnt is that people do not like change, they do not like to open their eyes to the truth that has been slapping in them face for years. Mark my words, you will have to get over your fears and embrace the revolution. If you don’t, you will be washed away in its wake and when I climb that turnbuckle, the greatest prize of all in my hands, you will rue the day that you had ever doubted me, rue the day that you thought I was talking utter nonsense. nCw will never be the same again, this Saturday will just be another showcase of my superiority over the challengers that are placed before me and sooner or later, I will be given my first opportunity for gold and no matter how much you hate me, I will be a better champion than the men you roar for each and every week.
With that Roberto stands up once again, dropping the microphone to the floor before jumping off the stage and walking out of the exit, the audience beginning to chatter amongst themselves as the door slams shut. As Roberto makes his way down the empty corridor his mobile phone begins to ring. Reaching into his jacket pocket he places the handset to his ear.
Roberto Verona : Hello?
After a few moments Verona begins to smile, recognising the voice. Pausing for a moment he listens to the voice on the other end of the phone, waiting to reply.
Roberto Verona : You’ve thought about what I said then I take it?
Once again Roberto pauses, waiting for the recipient of his query to respond.
Roberto Verona : Well, in that case, meet me on Saturday. We have a lot to discuss.
Again Roberto pauses, allowing the unknown person to reply.
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry about Manson, he won’t be a problem. Just make sure you are there. Do not be late, you only get one chance before I blacklist your number. See you there.
Roberto removes the phone from the side of his head, pressing the touchscreen to end the call. Sliding the phone back into his jacket he grins to himself, straightening he jacket and tie as he does so.
Roberto Verona : Everything is falling into place….
Verona begins to walk away, exiting the corridor through a side door as the scene begins to fade to black as the sound the door slamming shut rings eerily through the empty corridor before the scene plunges into complete darkness.