Post by Cliff Clinton on May 13, 2012 0:42:40 GMT -6
“Oh Steven, you never really were that bright were
you?”
Fade in to Brent Sampson alone in his giant study. Giant bookshelves filled with giant books, pieces of art created by artists with names common people could never pronounce. The room was filled with things that seemed to convey intelligence, and directly in the center of it all sat Brent Sampson. He sat upon a leather chair and his cold, emotionless stare fixated itself into the camera lens.
“I mean your clever…but you were never the smartest person in the world. And this…..this act of bravado even when your imminent demise is nearing, only seals the deal.”
A small errie smile shows up on the head of talent relations face.
“Your ignorance will be your undoing…..”
He puts his finger tips together like an evil villain.
“You don’t think that I have something up my sleeve? A plan so devious I dare not speak of it here and now? I’m a sixty year old man, Steven, and as much as I would love to tear you apart for every crude comment, every immature action, and every delusional act of grandeur that you’ve ever committed here in New Championship Wrestling……I wouldn’t be able to. Thirty years ago, I would have eliminated you myself…..but now it’s a little too late.”
His eyes narrow from behind his spectacles.
“But I know somebody who will…..”
He nods his head.
“Somebody that will help me usher in a new era of zero tolerance. Somebody that will help me eradicate from this company all the insubordinate, raunchy, filthy cretins that like to call themselves entertainers. People that my colleague, and I use that term very loosely, Gib, refuses to do anything about. In fact, it seems like Gib has fallen into the path of inappropriate activity with his Team America shenanigans…..I may make him my next target. But first you Steven……
Brent digs his fingernails into the arm of the chair.
“……you think your above the law around here. You think you can just do what you want, come and go as you please. All I ever wanted to do was enforced the rules of the contract that YOU signed. I didn’t want to pay you for nothing. And you fought me every step of the way. I don’t want to be a bad guy in all this, I just want my rules enforced. I tried to be professional about this. But you just kept poking and prodding me…..so now Steven…..now I make an example out of you this Sunday. Now I put the rest of this roster and the world on notice! After this Sunday at A night to Remember in Las Vegas, Nevada……the whole world will remember this simple phrase…..
He slowly leans forward in his chair.
“….I have Zero Tolerance for anyone that stands in my way…….
We open up on Sampson reading a newspaper at his breakfast table when suddenly his cell phone rings. He hit’s the speaker phone button and continues to skim the news.
“Hello?”
He says before the voice on the other end responds.
“Hey Brent, It’s Keybo.”
Brent quickly scoops the phone up.
“Keybo, hello, hows it going?”
“Business as usual, just wanted to say, enjoyed your promo. But I have to know….what’s the plan?”
Brents eyes shift back and forth.
“Uhhhh……I was hoping you could help me with that one.”
“What do you mean? Tell me you have a plan.”
“Ummm…….”
“Oh for the love of….why did you even challenge the man to a match if you didn’t have a plan?”
Brent’s shoulders slump.
“I got caught up in the moment Keybo. Steve got me so angry that I just said anything.”
‘but your promo made it seem like….”
“I know…..I didn’t want him to know.”
There was a small silence from the other end.
“So….you just booked yourself into a match against arguably the best wrestler in this company, without a back up plan, instead of….I don’t know….booking Falcon in a match.”
“ooh is he available?”
Brent silently preyed.
“He wouldn’t help you anyways…….I think your basically screwed, Brent.”
Brent flinched at the word.
“I thought you might say that…..do you think it’s going to hurt really bad?”
Another moment of silence from the phone.
“….let’s just say….you’ll heal eventually. Good luck Sampson.”
Keybo hangs up.
‘yeah….thanks a lot….”
Brent sighs and picks up the newspaper. All of a sudden a small business card drops out of it and flutters to the ground.
“What the….”
Fade out on Sampson reaching for it.
you?”
Fade in to Brent Sampson alone in his giant study. Giant bookshelves filled with giant books, pieces of art created by artists with names common people could never pronounce. The room was filled with things that seemed to convey intelligence, and directly in the center of it all sat Brent Sampson. He sat upon a leather chair and his cold, emotionless stare fixated itself into the camera lens.
“I mean your clever…but you were never the smartest person in the world. And this…..this act of bravado even when your imminent demise is nearing, only seals the deal.”
A small errie smile shows up on the head of talent relations face.
“Your ignorance will be your undoing…..”
He puts his finger tips together like an evil villain.
“You don’t think that I have something up my sleeve? A plan so devious I dare not speak of it here and now? I’m a sixty year old man, Steven, and as much as I would love to tear you apart for every crude comment, every immature action, and every delusional act of grandeur that you’ve ever committed here in New Championship Wrestling……I wouldn’t be able to. Thirty years ago, I would have eliminated you myself…..but now it’s a little too late.”
His eyes narrow from behind his spectacles.
“But I know somebody who will…..”
He nods his head.
“Somebody that will help me usher in a new era of zero tolerance. Somebody that will help me eradicate from this company all the insubordinate, raunchy, filthy cretins that like to call themselves entertainers. People that my colleague, and I use that term very loosely, Gib, refuses to do anything about. In fact, it seems like Gib has fallen into the path of inappropriate activity with his Team America shenanigans…..I may make him my next target. But first you Steven……
Brent digs his fingernails into the arm of the chair.
“……you think your above the law around here. You think you can just do what you want, come and go as you please. All I ever wanted to do was enforced the rules of the contract that YOU signed. I didn’t want to pay you for nothing. And you fought me every step of the way. I don’t want to be a bad guy in all this, I just want my rules enforced. I tried to be professional about this. But you just kept poking and prodding me…..so now Steven…..now I make an example out of you this Sunday. Now I put the rest of this roster and the world on notice! After this Sunday at A night to Remember in Las Vegas, Nevada……the whole world will remember this simple phrase…..
He slowly leans forward in his chair.
“….I have Zero Tolerance for anyone that stands in my way…….
We open up on Sampson reading a newspaper at his breakfast table when suddenly his cell phone rings. He hit’s the speaker phone button and continues to skim the news.
“Hello?”
He says before the voice on the other end responds.
“Hey Brent, It’s Keybo.”
Brent quickly scoops the phone up.
“Keybo, hello, hows it going?”
“Business as usual, just wanted to say, enjoyed your promo. But I have to know….what’s the plan?”
Brents eyes shift back and forth.
“Uhhhh……I was hoping you could help me with that one.”
“What do you mean? Tell me you have a plan.”
“Ummm…….”
“Oh for the love of….why did you even challenge the man to a match if you didn’t have a plan?”
Brent’s shoulders slump.
“I got caught up in the moment Keybo. Steve got me so angry that I just said anything.”
‘but your promo made it seem like….”
“I know…..I didn’t want him to know.”
There was a small silence from the other end.
“So….you just booked yourself into a match against arguably the best wrestler in this company, without a back up plan, instead of….I don’t know….booking Falcon in a match.”
“ooh is he available?”
Brent silently preyed.
“He wouldn’t help you anyways…….I think your basically screwed, Brent.”
Brent flinched at the word.
“I thought you might say that…..do you think it’s going to hurt really bad?”
Another moment of silence from the phone.
“….let’s just say….you’ll heal eventually. Good luck Sampson.”
Keybo hangs up.
‘yeah….thanks a lot….”
Brent sighs and picks up the newspaper. All of a sudden a small business card drops out of it and flutters to the ground.
“What the….”
Fade out on Sampson reaching for it.
