Post by Lord Dominicus on Jan 29, 2010 23:00:49 GMT -6
*The camera opens as Nelly Angel walks out of the elevator in his apartment complex only to be met by a newspaper being pushed into his gut by his manager/brother, Randy. Nelly looks down at the newspaper, then up at Randy.*
Nelly: Thank you?
Randy: Oh no, this isn’t anything good, walk and talk, bro.
*They begin to do so.*
Randy: See, it’s all over the newspapers Nell, there’s a very good chance that you’re gonna lose at the Pay Per View this Sunday.
Nelly: I hardly believe the papers are printing anything about that.
Randy: Well, they aren’t, but the funnies are really good today. Anyway we need to be prepared for the worst, we need to get you ready to become Lord Dominicus.
Nelly: Ok, so, um, I need to buy a costume?
*Randy pauses as he looks deep into the eyes of his brother, searching for some sign of joking. He doesn’t find it, and then laughs nervously.*
Randy: Oh no Nelly, the rabbit-hole goes way deeper than that.
*The two reach Nelly’s apartment and Randy opens the door. We switch camera angles to the far wall looking at the door as Nelly opens it. Nelly’s apartment is now lit by a black light and there’s a pentagram drawn onto the floor and couch. It’s glowing. Nelly is clearly shocked.*
Nelly: You…you turned my apartment into a sanctum of darkness?
Randy: Of course, I had to.
Nelly: ……Why?
Randy: Well, I was cruising some forums and I found out the only true way to summon the essence of Lord Dominicus- which you have to do by the stipulation- is to actually summon him.
Nelly: What?
Randy: Yeah, I saw some fan happened to have the details on summoning Lord Dominicus.
Nelly: You drew a pentagram on my couch!
Randy: Well, yeah, the couch is heavy and I didn’t have Mr. Happy to help me move it. But think of it this way, you can lay on the couch now during the ceremony.
Nelly: And what if I win on Sunday?
Randy: Well then we’ll put the regular lights back in.
Nelly: And what about the drawing on the couch?
Randy: Well it won’t be that permanent.
*Nelly face-palms and holds his hand there in frustration.*
Randy: Don’t you worry your little head about anything, I’ll take care of all of the remaining preparations. In fact, why don’t you go for a little walk? I need a drink anyway, and well, you know how I get when I drink.
Nelly: Yeah, ok, I’ll see you later then.
*Nelly walks out of the apartment as the camera fades.*
*We open back up a few blocks away as Nelly is walking around San Fran in the night, drinking a grape pop. He looks at the camera.*
Nelly: You know Rob; I didn’t used to be a wrestler. I used to be a fan. I’d watch wrestling whenever it was on, sometimes I’d watch tapes. I love this sport. Then, when I started working, what did I do? I started interviewing for a wrestling company, and I made a career of that. Now here I am about to get into the ring with you on Sunday in a cell for a gimmick that I’m pretty sure is just supposed to make you want to win. But here’s the thing Rob, I love this sport.
*He lightly chuckles.*
Nelly: But more than that, I know this sport. I don’t talk about it much because I don’t think I need to. I don’t play backstage politics because I don’t feel like it. I don’t threaten my opponents with it because I can do things that are more fun in my promos. But at the end of the day, Rob, I know this sport like a monkey knows how to fling poo. Does this make me safer in the cell on Sunday? Probably not. Does this mean I’ll win? Who knows? What this does do though is give me confidence.
*Nelly smiles as he takes a sip of grape pop.*
Nelly: See Rob, I’ve seen promos for most of my life. And I know something- when a guy starts to say things like “I’m gonna kill you in that ring.” It doesn’t mean he’s actually gonna kill him. I mean, sure, he might really be angry, and he might have the ability to do so. However, what it usually means is that the guy is backed into the corner because he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to say and he’s deathly afraid of losing. You don’t scare me Rob, you’re about the same size as me, we’ve got similar styles, and I’ve got enough heart to keep you from killing me.
*He shrugs.*
Nelly: And maybe I’m way off. But the way I see it is this. Rob, you don’t like me, clearly. Because somehow I can come into this company, do what you do, and people freakin’ love me for it. But when you do it, they hate you. Also, since I’ve come back, I’ve been winning matches, and you’ve been doing just “ok.” Now here we are in a match, and to be quite honest Rob, I really don’t have anything to lose on Sunday, only you do. If I lose the match, I get to play dress-up for a few months, big deal. I was probably gonna do a week as some goofy evil guy eventually anyway just for fun. But you Rob. This match means the world to you and your career.
*Nelly takes a delicious sip of that wondrous grape pop.*
Nelly: See, Rob, you’ve worked hard since your Dominicus days to become a real name here at NCW. And by making one wrong move on Sunday you could be thrown back a whole year into this costume you’ve been running away from. Think about it, a whole year down the tubes. But wait, there’s more! By becoming Lord Dominicus from losing a match, you’re also reliving just what it was like to be Lord Dominicus, meaning that your career hasn’t progressed one iota. Now that kind of thing doesn’t really get to me, but I’m sure it’d eat you up inside.
*He seems to be struggling with this next set of words as he slightly stumbles on them.*
Nelly: I gu- I- I guess what I’m trying to say is this; you can’t lose this match- well, in your mind anyway. And I think that’s why everyone thinks you’re gonna win. Because for you to lose it’d be monumental, for me it’d be nothing major. And so you’re in a panic, which is why you’re threatening my career, Randy is in a panic too, which is why he’s getting ready to summon a dark lord in the middle of my apartment. But me? Well, Rob, I know this sport. I also know that whatever is gonna have the bigger pay off is usually the way the night goes. If I win, it’s a monumental moment because I’ll have knocked you back to square one. If you win, nothing changes except I’ll be wearing a funny costume and cutting jokes through that. This tells me that luck will be on my side on Sunday. I’m gonna do my best, because when I’m flying through the air onto your out-of-breath body- it’s gonna be an awesome Kodak moment. And really, doesn’t that make it all worthwhile?
*Nelly cheers the camera and takes a nice drink as he winks and the camera fades.*
*BUT HOLY CRAP THERE’S BONUS FOOTAGE TODAY! We return to Nelly’s apartment, still a dark sanctum, to find Randy Angel passed out on the couch as the door flies open and one Mr. Happy walks through it.*
Happy: I’M HOME! Hey, Randy, did you redecorate?
*Randy murmurs a little in his extremely intoxicated state.*
Randy: Summoning spirits……Dominicus……don’t rea-
Happy: Hey, there’s a book here!
*Mr. Happy picks up a book that is lying on a nearby table.*
Randy: …..the book….
Happy: You want a bedtime story? Ok! Once upon a time audite meus lacuna atrum populi. Volo voco continuo a damno animus in somes ut lays pro vos…..
*Randy starts gurgling as the camera fades out for rizzle this time.*
Nelly: Thank you?
Randy: Oh no, this isn’t anything good, walk and talk, bro.
*They begin to do so.*
Randy: See, it’s all over the newspapers Nell, there’s a very good chance that you’re gonna lose at the Pay Per View this Sunday.
Nelly: I hardly believe the papers are printing anything about that.
Randy: Well, they aren’t, but the funnies are really good today. Anyway we need to be prepared for the worst, we need to get you ready to become Lord Dominicus.
Nelly: Ok, so, um, I need to buy a costume?
*Randy pauses as he looks deep into the eyes of his brother, searching for some sign of joking. He doesn’t find it, and then laughs nervously.*
Randy: Oh no Nelly, the rabbit-hole goes way deeper than that.
*The two reach Nelly’s apartment and Randy opens the door. We switch camera angles to the far wall looking at the door as Nelly opens it. Nelly’s apartment is now lit by a black light and there’s a pentagram drawn onto the floor and couch. It’s glowing. Nelly is clearly shocked.*
Nelly: You…you turned my apartment into a sanctum of darkness?
Randy: Of course, I had to.
Nelly: ……Why?
Randy: Well, I was cruising some forums and I found out the only true way to summon the essence of Lord Dominicus- which you have to do by the stipulation- is to actually summon him.
Nelly: What?
Randy: Yeah, I saw some fan happened to have the details on summoning Lord Dominicus.
Nelly: You drew a pentagram on my couch!
Randy: Well, yeah, the couch is heavy and I didn’t have Mr. Happy to help me move it. But think of it this way, you can lay on the couch now during the ceremony.
Nelly: And what if I win on Sunday?
Randy: Well then we’ll put the regular lights back in.
Nelly: And what about the drawing on the couch?
Randy: Well it won’t be that permanent.
*Nelly face-palms and holds his hand there in frustration.*
Randy: Don’t you worry your little head about anything, I’ll take care of all of the remaining preparations. In fact, why don’t you go for a little walk? I need a drink anyway, and well, you know how I get when I drink.
Nelly: Yeah, ok, I’ll see you later then.
*Nelly walks out of the apartment as the camera fades.*
*We open back up a few blocks away as Nelly is walking around San Fran in the night, drinking a grape pop. He looks at the camera.*
Nelly: You know Rob; I didn’t used to be a wrestler. I used to be a fan. I’d watch wrestling whenever it was on, sometimes I’d watch tapes. I love this sport. Then, when I started working, what did I do? I started interviewing for a wrestling company, and I made a career of that. Now here I am about to get into the ring with you on Sunday in a cell for a gimmick that I’m pretty sure is just supposed to make you want to win. But here’s the thing Rob, I love this sport.
*He lightly chuckles.*
Nelly: But more than that, I know this sport. I don’t talk about it much because I don’t think I need to. I don’t play backstage politics because I don’t feel like it. I don’t threaten my opponents with it because I can do things that are more fun in my promos. But at the end of the day, Rob, I know this sport like a monkey knows how to fling poo. Does this make me safer in the cell on Sunday? Probably not. Does this mean I’ll win? Who knows? What this does do though is give me confidence.
*Nelly smiles as he takes a sip of grape pop.*
Nelly: See Rob, I’ve seen promos for most of my life. And I know something- when a guy starts to say things like “I’m gonna kill you in that ring.” It doesn’t mean he’s actually gonna kill him. I mean, sure, he might really be angry, and he might have the ability to do so. However, what it usually means is that the guy is backed into the corner because he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to say and he’s deathly afraid of losing. You don’t scare me Rob, you’re about the same size as me, we’ve got similar styles, and I’ve got enough heart to keep you from killing me.
*He shrugs.*
Nelly: And maybe I’m way off. But the way I see it is this. Rob, you don’t like me, clearly. Because somehow I can come into this company, do what you do, and people freakin’ love me for it. But when you do it, they hate you. Also, since I’ve come back, I’ve been winning matches, and you’ve been doing just “ok.” Now here we are in a match, and to be quite honest Rob, I really don’t have anything to lose on Sunday, only you do. If I lose the match, I get to play dress-up for a few months, big deal. I was probably gonna do a week as some goofy evil guy eventually anyway just for fun. But you Rob. This match means the world to you and your career.
*Nelly takes a delicious sip of that wondrous grape pop.*
Nelly: See, Rob, you’ve worked hard since your Dominicus days to become a real name here at NCW. And by making one wrong move on Sunday you could be thrown back a whole year into this costume you’ve been running away from. Think about it, a whole year down the tubes. But wait, there’s more! By becoming Lord Dominicus from losing a match, you’re also reliving just what it was like to be Lord Dominicus, meaning that your career hasn’t progressed one iota. Now that kind of thing doesn’t really get to me, but I’m sure it’d eat you up inside.
*He seems to be struggling with this next set of words as he slightly stumbles on them.*
Nelly: I gu- I- I guess what I’m trying to say is this; you can’t lose this match- well, in your mind anyway. And I think that’s why everyone thinks you’re gonna win. Because for you to lose it’d be monumental, for me it’d be nothing major. And so you’re in a panic, which is why you’re threatening my career, Randy is in a panic too, which is why he’s getting ready to summon a dark lord in the middle of my apartment. But me? Well, Rob, I know this sport. I also know that whatever is gonna have the bigger pay off is usually the way the night goes. If I win, it’s a monumental moment because I’ll have knocked you back to square one. If you win, nothing changes except I’ll be wearing a funny costume and cutting jokes through that. This tells me that luck will be on my side on Sunday. I’m gonna do my best, because when I’m flying through the air onto your out-of-breath body- it’s gonna be an awesome Kodak moment. And really, doesn’t that make it all worthwhile?
*Nelly cheers the camera and takes a nice drink as he winks and the camera fades.*
*BUT HOLY CRAP THERE’S BONUS FOOTAGE TODAY! We return to Nelly’s apartment, still a dark sanctum, to find Randy Angel passed out on the couch as the door flies open and one Mr. Happy walks through it.*
Happy: I’M HOME! Hey, Randy, did you redecorate?
*Randy murmurs a little in his extremely intoxicated state.*
Randy: Summoning spirits……Dominicus……don’t rea-
Happy: Hey, there’s a book here!
*Mr. Happy picks up a book that is lying on a nearby table.*
Randy: …..the book….
Happy: You want a bedtime story? Ok! Once upon a time audite meus lacuna atrum populi. Volo voco continuo a damno animus in somes ut lays pro vos…..
*Randy starts gurgling as the camera fades out for rizzle this time.*