Post by Davey Ortega on Aug 4, 2007 3:24:50 GMT -6
The scene opens in lavish Las Vegas. The city is of natural activity for it. Hookers abroad, gamblers aplenty, and sirens going off chasing soon to be ex convicts. In the midst of all this action, the camera manages to find where it needs to be. It gazes at a giant building, six stories up. The front is entitled simply as ''The Casino''. People are pushing and shoving there way inside trying to get what they came for..cold hard easy (Like Jessi, or so I'm told) cash. The scene soon fades out leaving people to wonder why the hell they just looked at a big casino. The scene soon fades back in. This time it is in a giant room. One wall is made of glass, peering down into the lower room, which is the gaming room. The glass is obviously a two way mirror. There is a couch centered in the room facing a Flat Screen Television. A billiards table on the right, and a dart board on the wall. There is a desk on the far corner, stacked with papers. It even has a quaint bottle of Brandy on it. The double doors swing open, and we see Davey Ortega walk in, followed by Mr. Preston.
Davey: I don't know man, what is this again?
Davey holds a small pill bottle
Mr. Preston: It is called ''ZeZana'' A new drug, but not yet sanctioned by the CDC.
Davey: Uh hu. Why not?
Mr. Preston: Well, it has some side effects. I mean, nothing THAT serious but...
Davey: Spit it out.
Mr. Preston: Well I just happen to have a list.
Mr. Preston reaches into his inside pocket on his jacket, pulling out a piece of folded paper. He unfolds it.
Davey: You keep a list of side effects this thing has at all times?
Mr. Preston: Shut up. Anyways..here is all the side effects.
Nausea
Head aches
Indigestion
Drooling
Temporary Memory Loss
Facial Paralysis
Loss of Hair
At this point Davey has raised eyebrows
Low Sperm Count
Suicidal Tendencies
And Anal Leakage.
Davey: ....And this is for...?
Mr. Preston: Depression
Davey: Oh it helps with depression. With the added side effect of suicidal tendencies?
Mr. Preston: Well there are a few kinks and knots...
Davey: A few? With drooling and facial paralysis...and anal leakage? I don't even know what the hell that is.
Mr. Preston: Well it's..umm..
Mr. Preston leans in and whispers into Davey's ear, Davey gets a combined look of disgust and fear.
Davey: Bahh!!
Davey chucks the bottle half way across the room.
Davey: And you wanted me to endorse that? Those..pills of indescribable torture?
Mr. Preston: We just needed a backer, someone who would put up the money for more research and working the bugs out.
Davey: Hell no. The only person that would even consider backing that..would be Dr. Kevorkian. And he's dead. Besides I have a few other pressing engagements to attend to. nCw has it's first card this Sunday. The Present and Future will be there to witness this and wrestle..and win.
Mr. Preston: Ah yes. Speaking of that you apparently are the favorite according to ''The Fox Report.''
Davey: The hells that?
Mr. Preston once again slides his hand into his inside pocket and pulls out yet another folded piece of paper, and he unfolds it.
Davey: Do you keep anything else in that pocket of yours?
Mr. Preston: Shut up. Anyways..here is what it said.
''The Genius Macrobian''.... ugh big words.... they hurt.... Dude sounds like he needs to layoff the geek pills for a couple of days. He needs a shot of coolness fast. Here I think I'll help, from now on he's Davey "The Dude" Ortega. With this new infusion of cool "The Dude" gets my vote for the win.
Prediction: "The Dude" wins with a drop toehold that goes horribly wrong.
Davey: The Dude? I don't care if she is the presidents daughter. Or if she picks me to win. I am not ''The Dude'' I am the Genius Macrobian. I can understand how she would get confused and have a head ache. Hell, give her that damn ZeZana for all I care. In any event, for future records and knowledge. Ms. Fox, Macrobian means ''Long Lived'' The Genius Macrobian or The Genius Long Lived. Which is exactly what I am and doing. When I overcome my opponent this Sunday, I will advance on in the tournament, and achieve the most talked about prize in this industry today. The nCw World Heavyweight Championship. My reign as champion will be long lived. My technical prowess and ambitions will also be...long lived. So do not insult me by trying to help me. Just stay with insulting yourself and taking daddy's money for your coke rush and alley ****.
Mr. Preston: Could we please, maybe not piss off management this time around? First WCF then XCW...
Davey: I will speak my mind and be heard, that is a guarantee. I will not censor myself for any reason, or any one.
Mr. Preston: Speaking of any one..what about your opponent. The man did call you a nobody.
Davey: Ah yes, whats his name. Ummm...Willis! No..no thats not it. Williams? No..god dammit..what is it. It's something something..it's right on the tip of my tongue. Preston help me out here.
Mr. Preston: Umm...Chris Wilkins?
Davey: Yeah..thats it. Chris Wilkins. Who the hell is Chris Wilkins? Not even that who the hell does he think he is? He talks down..to me? The Present and Future, The Genius Macrobian. First of all, lets asses Mr. Wilkins. He is a moron. Pure and simple. First of all I have no idea where he is getting his information from, because the words ''I am an NCW legend'' NEVER came out of my mouth. I've never even stepped foot in an nCw ring. I'm flattered you think so highly of me, almost like you already know you're beat. Very good assumption..because you are. The moment my name was beside yours, the decision was made. Ortega wins. That easily, the quickly. Do not think because I am not what you made me out to be that it is not a future presumption. I have held a world title before. I, in fact, was the last XCW Champion, still recognized to this day for that. I have owned the WCF, and served as it's General Manager. I have been around this business for some time now, and I am not afraid to get down and dirty. I was trained by some WCF legends. I am ready to take nCw by storm and cause some serious damage. You sit there and say you have everything to prove. That so much is riding on you defeating me. You choose the wrong opponent to even consider making a name for yourself on. The TNW legend. OK..? Congratulations? You want a cookie? Like you said I could give a damn what you did in past companies, because it's the past. If people begin to rely on what they DID...then they are living in the past, and no longer consider future success. I will not allow myself to do that, what I did was great, but what I am going to do will be legendary. You claim that you are going to do so much. You will make me tap, you break me in half. All I can say is..no..you won't. I mean how does one respond to your ramblings? First you say you want the World title. Then you say you don't give a damn about winning or losing. Then you say you have to beat me. Which is it?! Make up your incapable mind! How about I just end this now, and say what needs to be said? Sound good?
Victory means everything. A win is a win. A title is what I crave. Not just any title, THE title. The nCw Title. If I have to go through you, and the entire damn roster to get it you can bet your ass and your cute little girlfriends it will happen. I will mow through the competition like no other. I'm ready to grab the spotlight and become infamous. Just unfortunate a confused soul like yourself is my first victim.
The scene slowly fades out
Davey: I don't know man, what is this again?
Davey holds a small pill bottle
Mr. Preston: It is called ''ZeZana'' A new drug, but not yet sanctioned by the CDC.
Davey: Uh hu. Why not?
Mr. Preston: Well, it has some side effects. I mean, nothing THAT serious but...
Davey: Spit it out.
Mr. Preston: Well I just happen to have a list.
Mr. Preston reaches into his inside pocket on his jacket, pulling out a piece of folded paper. He unfolds it.
Davey: You keep a list of side effects this thing has at all times?
Mr. Preston: Shut up. Anyways..here is all the side effects.
Nausea
Head aches
Indigestion
Drooling
Temporary Memory Loss
Facial Paralysis
Loss of Hair
At this point Davey has raised eyebrows
Low Sperm Count
Suicidal Tendencies
And Anal Leakage.
Davey: ....And this is for...?
Mr. Preston: Depression
Davey: Oh it helps with depression. With the added side effect of suicidal tendencies?
Mr. Preston: Well there are a few kinks and knots...
Davey: A few? With drooling and facial paralysis...and anal leakage? I don't even know what the hell that is.
Mr. Preston: Well it's..umm..
Mr. Preston leans in and whispers into Davey's ear, Davey gets a combined look of disgust and fear.
Davey: Bahh!!
Davey chucks the bottle half way across the room.
Davey: And you wanted me to endorse that? Those..pills of indescribable torture?
Mr. Preston: We just needed a backer, someone who would put up the money for more research and working the bugs out.
Davey: Hell no. The only person that would even consider backing that..would be Dr. Kevorkian. And he's dead. Besides I have a few other pressing engagements to attend to. nCw has it's first card this Sunday. The Present and Future will be there to witness this and wrestle..and win.
Mr. Preston: Ah yes. Speaking of that you apparently are the favorite according to ''The Fox Report.''
Davey: The hells that?
Mr. Preston once again slides his hand into his inside pocket and pulls out yet another folded piece of paper, and he unfolds it.
Davey: Do you keep anything else in that pocket of yours?
Mr. Preston: Shut up. Anyways..here is what it said.
''The Genius Macrobian''.... ugh big words.... they hurt.... Dude sounds like he needs to layoff the geek pills for a couple of days. He needs a shot of coolness fast. Here I think I'll help, from now on he's Davey "The Dude" Ortega. With this new infusion of cool "The Dude" gets my vote for the win.
Prediction: "The Dude" wins with a drop toehold that goes horribly wrong.
Davey: The Dude? I don't care if she is the presidents daughter. Or if she picks me to win. I am not ''The Dude'' I am the Genius Macrobian. I can understand how she would get confused and have a head ache. Hell, give her that damn ZeZana for all I care. In any event, for future records and knowledge. Ms. Fox, Macrobian means ''Long Lived'' The Genius Macrobian or The Genius Long Lived. Which is exactly what I am and doing. When I overcome my opponent this Sunday, I will advance on in the tournament, and achieve the most talked about prize in this industry today. The nCw World Heavyweight Championship. My reign as champion will be long lived. My technical prowess and ambitions will also be...long lived. So do not insult me by trying to help me. Just stay with insulting yourself and taking daddy's money for your coke rush and alley ****.
Mr. Preston: Could we please, maybe not piss off management this time around? First WCF then XCW...
Davey: I will speak my mind and be heard, that is a guarantee. I will not censor myself for any reason, or any one.
Mr. Preston: Speaking of any one..what about your opponent. The man did call you a nobody.
Davey: Ah yes, whats his name. Ummm...Willis! No..no thats not it. Williams? No..god dammit..what is it. It's something something..it's right on the tip of my tongue. Preston help me out here.
Mr. Preston: Umm...Chris Wilkins?
Davey: Yeah..thats it. Chris Wilkins. Who the hell is Chris Wilkins? Not even that who the hell does he think he is? He talks down..to me? The Present and Future, The Genius Macrobian. First of all, lets asses Mr. Wilkins. He is a moron. Pure and simple. First of all I have no idea where he is getting his information from, because the words ''I am an NCW legend'' NEVER came out of my mouth. I've never even stepped foot in an nCw ring. I'm flattered you think so highly of me, almost like you already know you're beat. Very good assumption..because you are. The moment my name was beside yours, the decision was made. Ortega wins. That easily, the quickly. Do not think because I am not what you made me out to be that it is not a future presumption. I have held a world title before. I, in fact, was the last XCW Champion, still recognized to this day for that. I have owned the WCF, and served as it's General Manager. I have been around this business for some time now, and I am not afraid to get down and dirty. I was trained by some WCF legends. I am ready to take nCw by storm and cause some serious damage. You sit there and say you have everything to prove. That so much is riding on you defeating me. You choose the wrong opponent to even consider making a name for yourself on. The TNW legend. OK..? Congratulations? You want a cookie? Like you said I could give a damn what you did in past companies, because it's the past. If people begin to rely on what they DID...then they are living in the past, and no longer consider future success. I will not allow myself to do that, what I did was great, but what I am going to do will be legendary. You claim that you are going to do so much. You will make me tap, you break me in half. All I can say is..no..you won't. I mean how does one respond to your ramblings? First you say you want the World title. Then you say you don't give a damn about winning or losing. Then you say you have to beat me. Which is it?! Make up your incapable mind! How about I just end this now, and say what needs to be said? Sound good?
Victory means everything. A win is a win. A title is what I crave. Not just any title, THE title. The nCw Title. If I have to go through you, and the entire damn roster to get it you can bet your ass and your cute little girlfriends it will happen. I will mow through the competition like no other. I'm ready to grab the spotlight and become infamous. Just unfortunate a confused soul like yourself is my first victim.
The scene slowly fades out