Post by Charlie Velez on Mar 1, 2010 21:07:08 GMT -6
The scene opens with Charlie Velez behind his desk, which is completely covered with stacks of paper. He has his feet up, accompanying the only space not covered in paper. He’s reading a report in his hand, concentrating hard on what he’s reading. It very late outside, as the building lights behind Charlie give him enough light to read his report. After a few moments of silence, footsteps are heard, and a woman gets on screen holding more stacks of paper. Charlie doesn’t bother to look up.
“Just put them down on my desk.”
The woman, who we can assume is his secretary, looks around and finally finds a place to set the papers down. Charlie’s secretary stands next to the stack and stares at her boss, who’s not even batting her eye. She lets out a little cough, trying to get his attention. He ignores it. She coughs a little louder, but he still ignores it. She goes for it one more time, but is interrupted.
“You can go home Kristal…”
“Oh, thank you Mr. Velez!”
She begins skipping off screen until Charlie’s cell phone vibrates.
“Can you get that for me, I’m swamped here.”
“No problem sir.”
She picks it up and flips it open, and reads the message aloud.
“You have a match this Friday, on Suspense. Six way match.”
Charlie finally lifts his head, and eyes lighten as bright as the buildings behind him.
“Who am I facing?” Charlie says in child like excitement.
“Um hold on…Mister Colm…Jack Wilde…Daniel Miles…Xavier Williams…and Doctor Dream.”
Charlie’s smile widens from ear to ear, as he gets up and walks over to Kristal, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“Listen, what I need you to do is go to my brother, you know, Ryan, and I want you to go over and ask him for a DVD of all of these guys. I need them for Friday.”
Kristal doesn’t seem flattered.
“Well, you said I could go home…”
“I also pay you. So if you still want to get paid, you do what I say.”
“Yes, yes sir.” Kristal says, her heart beating a million beats per second. She speeds out of the office, as Charlie sits on his desk with a smile on his face. He rubs his chin, thinking in deep thought, before turning towards the camera.
“This is the part where I’m supposed to discuss my opponents, right? Lay down the dirt, and build myself to be better then all of these other guys, correct? Since you know the script, why should I? Think you’re going to hear things that you’ve never heard before? Well here’s the thing, you all might have heard it before and take it with a grain of salt. ‘Oh, we’ve heard this before!’ or ‘He’s just like that last guy who said something like that!’ And you’ve probably have. Watching nCw television, I see a lot of these types of guys, the generic bad guy or good guy who wants to prove their worth. Here’s the thing, when the words come out of my mouth, the generic responses that you hear from these guys, when they come out of my mouth, it’s the truth.”
Charlie rolls his neck and fixes the suit he’s wearing.
“These…wrestlers, if you want to call them, they can talk. They can come out here, and try to bring down my name using their insults. It’s alright. I can take it. I’m a big boy and can live with what they can say with me. Hell, I probably have the money to wipe the tears away, because I JUST know their insults will be like daggers into my heart. What the five other men will learn though, whether it is from what I say now, or what I do in the ring this Friday…their insults, their harsh…cruel words that they can say to me, it will be nothing compared to what I will do to them. Not from what I CAN do to them…what I WILL do. “
Charlie stands up, and starts pacing back and forth, the Chicago skyline creating this glow around his figure.
“Mister Colm, Jack Wilde, Daniel Miles, Xavier Williams, and Doctor Dream will be the first five in what will be a long list of my stepping stones. Five steps closer to my ultimate goal to the top of the nCw ranks, are all I see you five. Small steps, but steps, nonetheless. This wrestling thing that I do, this wrestling thing I’ve worked my whole life doing, what I’ve built my empire on, is something I’m very good at. Hell…you can say I’m the best at it. I’m the best at what I do, I’ve made an empire at it, and I’ve made more money out of it than any other wrestler could. These five men, I’ve probably made, and done more then all five of them combined. That’s just the type of guy I am, a perfectionist. If any of these five guys do something spectacular, I’ll do the same thing but make it ten times better. If somebody cuts a promo, I’ll say the same thing they’ve said and make it sound so much better. That’s who I am, that’s…what I do.”
Charlie stops in the center of the frame. The lights glow around him as if he was a God, he lowers his head, and slowly raises it (for dramatic effect, you know), and a grin comes to his face.
“This is what I do gentlemen, and this Friday you’ll all find out why I’m not the best…I’m money.”
Charlie slowly walks back, staring at the camera. He begins to walk behind his desk, getting back to work, his message being sent. The camera slowly fades to black.
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“Just put them down on my desk.”
The woman, who we can assume is his secretary, looks around and finally finds a place to set the papers down. Charlie’s secretary stands next to the stack and stares at her boss, who’s not even batting her eye. She lets out a little cough, trying to get his attention. He ignores it. She coughs a little louder, but he still ignores it. She goes for it one more time, but is interrupted.
“You can go home Kristal…”
“Oh, thank you Mr. Velez!”
She begins skipping off screen until Charlie’s cell phone vibrates.
“Can you get that for me, I’m swamped here.”
“No problem sir.”
She picks it up and flips it open, and reads the message aloud.
“You have a match this Friday, on Suspense. Six way match.”
Charlie finally lifts his head, and eyes lighten as bright as the buildings behind him.
“Who am I facing?” Charlie says in child like excitement.
“Um hold on…Mister Colm…Jack Wilde…Daniel Miles…Xavier Williams…and Doctor Dream.”
Charlie’s smile widens from ear to ear, as he gets up and walks over to Kristal, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“Listen, what I need you to do is go to my brother, you know, Ryan, and I want you to go over and ask him for a DVD of all of these guys. I need them for Friday.”
Kristal doesn’t seem flattered.
“Well, you said I could go home…”
“I also pay you. So if you still want to get paid, you do what I say.”
“Yes, yes sir.” Kristal says, her heart beating a million beats per second. She speeds out of the office, as Charlie sits on his desk with a smile on his face. He rubs his chin, thinking in deep thought, before turning towards the camera.
“This is the part where I’m supposed to discuss my opponents, right? Lay down the dirt, and build myself to be better then all of these other guys, correct? Since you know the script, why should I? Think you’re going to hear things that you’ve never heard before? Well here’s the thing, you all might have heard it before and take it with a grain of salt. ‘Oh, we’ve heard this before!’ or ‘He’s just like that last guy who said something like that!’ And you’ve probably have. Watching nCw television, I see a lot of these types of guys, the generic bad guy or good guy who wants to prove their worth. Here’s the thing, when the words come out of my mouth, the generic responses that you hear from these guys, when they come out of my mouth, it’s the truth.”
Charlie rolls his neck and fixes the suit he’s wearing.
“These…wrestlers, if you want to call them, they can talk. They can come out here, and try to bring down my name using their insults. It’s alright. I can take it. I’m a big boy and can live with what they can say with me. Hell, I probably have the money to wipe the tears away, because I JUST know their insults will be like daggers into my heart. What the five other men will learn though, whether it is from what I say now, or what I do in the ring this Friday…their insults, their harsh…cruel words that they can say to me, it will be nothing compared to what I will do to them. Not from what I CAN do to them…what I WILL do. “
Charlie stands up, and starts pacing back and forth, the Chicago skyline creating this glow around his figure.
“Mister Colm, Jack Wilde, Daniel Miles, Xavier Williams, and Doctor Dream will be the first five in what will be a long list of my stepping stones. Five steps closer to my ultimate goal to the top of the nCw ranks, are all I see you five. Small steps, but steps, nonetheless. This wrestling thing that I do, this wrestling thing I’ve worked my whole life doing, what I’ve built my empire on, is something I’m very good at. Hell…you can say I’m the best at it. I’m the best at what I do, I’ve made an empire at it, and I’ve made more money out of it than any other wrestler could. These five men, I’ve probably made, and done more then all five of them combined. That’s just the type of guy I am, a perfectionist. If any of these five guys do something spectacular, I’ll do the same thing but make it ten times better. If somebody cuts a promo, I’ll say the same thing they’ve said and make it sound so much better. That’s who I am, that’s…what I do.”
Charlie stops in the center of the frame. The lights glow around him as if he was a God, he lowers his head, and slowly raises it (for dramatic effect, you know), and a grin comes to his face.
“This is what I do gentlemen, and this Friday you’ll all find out why I’m not the best…I’m money.”
Charlie slowly walks back, staring at the camera. He begins to walk behind his desk, getting back to work, his message being sent. The camera slowly fades to black.
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