Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2011 10:50:36 GMT -6
He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.
- Douglas Adams
- Douglas Adams
The scene opens outside a large renovated cabin in an unspecified location; the sky is dark and the stars burn brightly in the gaps between the clouds which swirl across the night’s sky. The forest surrounding the cabin is eerily silent, save for a few crickets, wrapping itself menacingly around the property except for the front of the house where a car rests in the shadows making it hard to distinguish any particular brand or model. As the camera advances on the structure the camera fades out, fading back in much closer to the door before panning along the porch to a window where a soft light glows from the darkness. The camera reveals a large room with a burning fire at the rear, partially blocked by a large leather chair as the glow from a television set flashes intermittently. As the camera fades out again it fades back in inside the room itself, advancing on a dark figure sat in the same chair…
Preston Marshall : Anyways Fans, I regret to inform you, that nCw management has not heard from Jack Manson since his lost to Venom six days ago at Crossroads.
Jaymie Boone : I guess some people can't take losing?
Preston Marshall : It was a great match, and we hope to see the nCw original and former National and Tag Team Champion back as soon as possible, however his match against Roberto Verona has been altered...taking his place will be Tommy The Cat.
The camera swings around as the sound of the television begins to grow louder, as the screen flickers between light and dark the figure in the chair is slowly revealed to be Roberto Verona who is sat deep in thought, studying the images on the monitor. As the footage rolls on he begins to scowl, a built up irritancy visible in his eyes as he recollects his most recent match up with Tommy the Cat. The scene begins to fade as the camera rotates to reveal a similar expression on Verona’s face as he walked up the ramp on the television itself. The scene re-opens in the same room, only this time the sun billows through the thin white curtains which float to and fro in the gentle breeze, the songs of birds wafting through the air. The camera begins to turn slowly before advancing out onto a large balcony overlooking a steep drop into a valley, a small river winding its ways along its length. Roberto can be seen leaning over the balcony and staring into the vast scenery, lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly he lifts his head and begins to speak, a mobile phone Bluetooth device visibly attached to his ear.
Roberto Verona : Todd Williams? Ok, there is no need to shout it…
Turning Roberto makes his way back inside, walking towards a desk which is neatly adorned with the usual office attire, a computer monitor to the far left. Sitting down the camera begins to settle in front of the desk, framing Roberto sat at his desk sipping a coffee, the smoke billowing skywards from the cup. Placing the beverage down Verona rolls the chair forwards before leaning back and turning to face the camera. Smiling he begins to speak once more.
Roberto Verona : Listen, I will speak to you later, I have some important business to attend to. Yeah….ok, good bye.
Verona reaches to the side of his head and removes the Bluetooth device, placing it on the side of his desk before leaning forward, placing his elbows on the desk also.
Roberto Verona : Welcome to my humble abode nCw, I hope you appreciate how privileged you are to join me here, it isn’t often I left just anybody in here you realise. However, I always appreciate how important it is to get an exclusive from the only person who matters in this company. There is also the little matter of Todd Williams to address, but I will get onto him later.
Clearing his throat, Roberto takes another sip of coffee before continuing.
Roberto Verona : Once again the nCw witnessed another extraordinary event, but more on my match with Tommy the Cat in a few moments. No, I am of course talking about the formation of EMF, the beginning of what is described as Every Man’s Fantasy. Apart from the blatant errors with this description it is perhaps the attention these two have been receiving that is more concerning, but then this is nCw. Zelda Knite once again is hogging the limelight despite displaying absolutely no discernably positive characteristics, this is a woman who stabbed a friend in the back, is in the process of emotionally bribing another half of the Young Guns and completely ignored my challenge to a session of Call of Duty. That being said, it is just another example of nCw promoting somebody who is completely unworthy of such a large amount of air time, for another week running whilst completely neglecting the single most important man on the roster. Not only did they ignore him, they systematically attempted to undermine his credibility.
Verona’s face begins to don a serious expression as he pauses for a moment before continuing to speak.
Roberto Verona : Last Saturday, on Trauma, nCw attempted to humiliate me. Jack Manson predictably lacked the spine to attend our bout and instead of providing me with a suitable replacement they decided to send in the single biggest embarrassment in this company, asides from DDK or Joe Everyman, to face me. They sent me Tommy the freaking Cat, the feline wonder whose complete inadequacy is only matched by Scotty Havok. My victory was, of course, inevitable but nCw clearly had a gameplan to undermine my credibility, to make me out to be a complete joke and to stamp out the flames of my revolution quickly before it engulfs the company. I will only make this clear once, so I hope everybody is listening. Beating Tommy the Cat didn’t embarrass me, it just made me angry. Before I was just determined to keep putting down whoever they threw in my way, to keep knocking them out of the park but nCw decided to throw me a no ball. Last week, however, wasn’t a waste as it made one thing clear to me, nCw is scared of me and what I stand for and I don’t blame them. They can keep letting me swill around with untalented nobodies for as long as they want, but for every Tommy the Cat they send down the ramp they just ramp up the ramifications. I will take things in to my own hands sooner or later to make my point, but I suppose the only thing that matters this weekend is defeating my scheduled opponent, if he doesn’t follow Jack Manson’s example at any rate, Todd “The Dreamer” Williams.
Laughing to himself, Roberto begins to smirk before grinning into the camera.
Roberto Verona : Todd, I watched your recent outburst and I must say bravo sir, bravo. Bravo for being the first man in this company for having the balls to call me out properly, I’d say the first man to possess a back bone but considering your current situation perhaps that would be a false statement. Any man who let’s women control his life possesses anything but a spine and let us just be brutally honest here Todd, you are the most pussy whipped excuse for a wrestler in this company. Not only are you well and truly under the thumb of your wife, you went running to your sister for advice on our upcoming match? What kind of man are you Todd? Completely ignoring your utter lack of geographical knowledge let me truly ask you one very important thing. Is there any woman who doesn’t have you in her back pocket? Your company is controlled by your sister and your life is controlled by your wife.
When are you going to stand up for yourself Todd? Oh sure you talk a big game when it comes to your opponents, you’re quite brash when it comes to talking smack to other men but when are you going to start putting your wife into place? You see Todd, what makes you a joke isn’t what you do in the ring, because you are more than competent in that respect. No, what makes you a joke is that you can’t even stand up to the woman you love, hell for weeks you couldn’t even tell her you loved her. No matter what she does to you just let her walk all over you, then you come out and talk trash to your opponents, but nobody can take you seriously. You will never be able to back up your claims if you keep letting women play you like the fool you are. Maybe if you spent less time on your X-Box and more time playing with your wife’s XXX-Box she may be easier to control, but then I should lay off that subject because it upsets you and you know what, I don’t even need to say it. You know it already, deep down, that what I am saying is true.
Clearing his throat Roberto reaches for a small pile of papers, running his eyes across its length before nodding.
Roberto Verona : You sure had a lot to say Todd and don’t worry, I hung on every single word. Am I jealous of you? Don’t make me laugh Todd, you’re a man who needs to have his ego rubbed daily by the multitude of women in your life and who can’t feel good about himself unless he screams his own name. What is there to be jealous of? That you signs cheques with capital letters? That you spend more time screaming your own name than taking the time to make your wife scream it? No Todd, I am not jealous of you. Sure, you have it all. A wife, a kid, a multi-million dollar company but when I look at you Todd all you really have is this longing to be recognised as somebody who is worth a damn. Somebody who isn’t just a running joke amongst his co-workers. I have absolutely nothing to be jealous of Todd, I may well be unmarried but then I aren’t under anybody’s thumb either. I am not the head of a multi-million dollar company this is true, but then I aren’t the head of a corrupt organisation that continues to glorify utter inadequacy. No, I don’t dance around like I am on ecstasy for no discernable reason either, but then why would I be jealous of a man who has more in common with a court jester than an empowering, magnificent and uplifting human being? No Todd, I am not jealous of you and have absolutely no reason to be, when you stop being a joke I may respect you but even that is a long shot.
I would love to tell you that you have gotten under my skin Todd, that you have really riled me up but then I’d simply be lying to your face. I really couldn’t care less if you do whatever you like because every time I see you all I see is a man who likes to tell everybody he will do what he likes, but comes running like a little puppy the moment his wife clicks her fingers. I really don’t care if I have failed to impress you Todd, because I am not about impressing anybody. I don’t live off other peoples praise or their love; I couldn’t give a **** whether people love me or whether they are impressed by me. You see Todd, I do not need other people’s admiration, I do not need people to tell me I am worth a damn and I do not need to hear that my opponents are impressed by me. You are right, I have only managed to pin Tommy the Cat and Demetrious Young but maybe you should think before you speak because you sure seem to be quite proud of pinning Demetrious yourself, didn’t you describe that as a huge victory? If Demetrious Young counts as a huge victory to you Todd then I really pity you, I dismantled Demetrious and another man at the same time and hardly broke a sweat. The only notable highlight in your career of recent weeks is your victory over Paul Star and a narrow victory at that.
You are right on one thing though Todd, you simply cannot afford to lose to me. Your ego relies on your little victories each week in nCw because they make you feel like a man, a feeling you just don’t have whenever you go home. You cannot afford for me to shatter your illusions and snap you out of your dreams, because then you will have nothing. However, I hate to break this to you Todd but you will lose this Saturday at Trauma. You may well be the number one contender for the nCw X-Championship but that doesn’t mean a damn thing until you go on and take that belt for yourself, all you are now is next in line for a shot at it which is no guarantee that you will win it. This is the difference between you and me Todd, you are proud that you are a number one contender, but I wouldn’t be wasting my time talking about it I’d be making damn sure Rob Diamond’s life was a living hell before kicking his ass and taking his belt. I wouldn’t be wasting my time running my mouth off about how great I am being the number one contender because it means nothing; it is just a free shot at a belt and that doesn’t mean anything if you fail.
Roberto takes another sip of his coffee, placing the cup to one side before staring intently into the camera.
Roberto Verona : Last, but by no means least, we have your little….what was it, “free style”? Todd, all you did was prove you’re just a retard with a poetic outlet. You claim you are the “solution to the revolution”? That you’re going to shut me up “for the millions” because you are “TODD WILLIAMS”? Because your dreams will become a reality? Well let me tell you one thing Todd, the funny thing about dreams is that they can turn to nightmares within the blink of an eye. This Saturday at Trauma you will just be another bump on my road to fame, you are anything but the “solution” to my revolution. If you truly are this company’s only hope at stopping my revolution then may god have mercy on its soul, because I will not. You can try and kick my ass for the millions of mindless drones in the audience all you want Todd but that is what separates you from me, I will kick your ass for only one person, myself. You care far too much about what everyone thinks of you Todd, and whilst you concentrate on the pond life in the crowd and showing off to them I will concentrate on shoving your words right back down your throat.
Dreams can come true Todd, but this Saturday your dreams will come to an end and the cold hard reality of your total inadequacy is all you will be left with. Dreams are nothing until you make them a reality Todd and let me be brutally clear; you will not be fulfilling them any time soon. To put it in a language you may understand Todd, I am the red ring of death to your X-Box, the Sonic to your Eggman and the Solid Snake to your Liquid. Don’t worry so much about where I come from Todd, just worry about where I am going because I will be going straight through you to get there.
With that the scene begins to fade to black as Roberto pushes the chair back and stands up, heading out of shot as the nCw Trauma artwork begins to fade into view.