Post by Bryten Bourne on Aug 2, 2009 23:24:42 GMT -6
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.a Bryten Bourne roleplay.
#1
.expanding my horizons.
The world is such a large place, but I can't help but laugh as I feel I have already seen it in it's entirety. I know this isn't true. There isn't enough minutes in a lifetime to explore all the regions of this planet. My very first statement is nothing more than an exaggeration that I can't help but express. I'm young and naive, but I will admit it. This...this makes me more of a threat than most people. I know I have character flaws and honestly, I don't plan on fixing them anytime soon. These flaws have carried me through life up to this point and have made me a pretty penny in the process. I have millions and millions of dollars in my bank account because of my pretty face. Ha. Did I mention I was cocky, too? Oh well, you'll catch on in due time whether you know that or not. As I was saying, I have been in several movies that have made me wealthier than most. I have it all right now...money...cars...hoes. Ha. If people knew the real me, they would be suprised. On the big screen I must always play the heart throb that helps everyone out, destroying himself in the process. The role I played in my first feature length film was just that. It was a "B" rate movie, but it is ultimaetly what led me to where I am now. I played a young teenage boy whose heart was torn between moving in with his mother or his father after a vicious divorce that left both parties bitter with one another. In an effort to please both of them, the character I played went and stepped out in front of a bus as he thought he was the common factor in both of his parent's sadness. I know, what a pile of ****.
I'm not a hero as everyone thinks I am. They seem to try to hold me in such a high regard. I am suprised I have kept up with these expectations, when honestly, I haven't tried to. I just take a movie role when I feel it will bring me a large sum of money. Fortunaetly for me, it has brought me more fame than money. I am a household name now. I have hundreds upon hundreds of endorsements that want me to go and sponsor their little products. I accepted them all, not because I love money, but because in due time, they will all mean nothing to me. The world has not seen me for a few months and their is a very valid reason behind this. I have conquered the big screen. What else is there for me to accomplish there? I was nominated for a damn emmy at the age of seventeen. I didn't win, but that isn't what matters. There is nothing that I feel I need to do with movies now as I feel, better yet I know, that I have done it all.
That is why I am taking a turn for the better. My eyes on on a new prize and this one will be harder for me to reach than an emmy ever will be. These past months I have been keeping to myself and busting my ass in the gym. Why, you ask? I'll answer your question with a question. What is the sport that would be the most difficult to dominate in this entire world? Basketball? Football? Futball? Nope. I am talking about a sport that requires you to be in top physical condtion. A sport that only the elite can compete in. I am, of course, speaking of professional wrestling. Yes, that's right. The hollywood heart throb known as Bryten Bourne is going to step into the squared circle and put everything on the line, night after night.
As we speak my agent is in intense contract negotionations with a premire federation known as New Championship Wrestling. It is just a matter of days before I go and sign on the dotted line and become the highest paid rookie in the history of the nCw. How do I know I will recieve a large amount of money like that? I am a well known movie star for christ's sake. Do you know what tha means? That means that whatever I choose to do with my life, I will have a large fan base that follows. It is estimated that once I sign with nCw their ratings will shoot through the roof! That is coming from a highly respected newspaper.
In all honesty, I do not care about the sum of money I recieve with my contract, but in my eyes it is all about respect. I want to know how much they think I am worth to their organization. If it is not up to par with what others are telling me, I will simply sign somewhere else. I know what value I carry to a federation and I will not accept anything but a top dollar offer.
I am going to bring the nCw a lot of things that it isn't used to. Look at me as your second wind. I plan on throwing the entire federation on my back and carrying you into the promise land. Many will drop off in the process, but they are the ones with very little worth. We may even lose a few big names in the process, but it will all be for a greater good.
I will be apart of the roster soon and I will be at the bottom of the barrel for the first time in my life. I will quickly climb out of that barrel and find the ladder of sucess. From there I will continue my upward climb where I will one day become your world champion. Ha. It's like something out of a movie...
#2
.welcome to my world.
{a flashback of sorts}
It is a cold November night. The rain seems to fall in slow motion, gliding through the air and gently kissing the ground with a soft pitter patter. I stand alone in my large coat and hat. I stare off into the distance thinking of what was, what should be, and then what the reality is. I look up trying to stare God in the face.
"Why did you take her from me? Wh...what did I do to deserve this?"
My cries fight against the rain to make their way up to the ears of God. I close my eyes and allow the rain to hit my face. Instantly, I feel calm. That's when I know...I slowly turn around to see the shadowed figure of the one I love so much. She stands there drentched in rain, but her heart seemingly unphased by the weather conditions. She slowly begins to step towards me, before breaking into a sprint. I catch her in a huge embrace, sweeping her off her feet. We hold each other tight, not a care in the world now as we both have what we truly desire. I pull back just enough to stare into her hazel eyes.
"But, I though...wh..how?"
Before I can put a complete thought together she kisses me deeply. Time seems to stand still as I am lost in her touch. How does she have this effect on me? I don't know, nor do I care. I keep her close as the fear of losing her once more begins to crawl up my spine and into my thoughts. I pull back and stare into her eyes again. A smile escapes my lips as I have never felt happier....
"CUT!"
The rain stops instantly. My feelings for the woman before me vanish just as quick. Everybody begins to clap at our performance as we have both finished up our final scene for the movie being filmed. We give a quick hug before exiting the set our separate ways. I turn back, as does she. She throws a smile my way. I can tell by how committed she was to the scene that her true feelings about me lie behind that smile. I throw one back her way not to be rude. I turn back around and continue off the set, once again leaving her wishing that she was more of an aggressor when she has a crush. I feel bad in a way as I walk away. She doesn't think that I know how much she cares about me. The funny thing is...I do....Another funny thing is that I could give two ****s about her feelings for me. If anything she will be just a late night snack for me on a night of weakness...I come to a standstill at the snack table behind all the cameras and whatnot. I grab a few grapes and slowly begin eating them. From my periphials, I see someone walk up to me.
"Great scene Bryten."
I turn and stare directly into the face of my current agent Steve Sanders. His upity attitude has never fallen on me quite well and after that statement the thought of firing him crossed my mind. I can't do that though. I have fired at least three agents in the past two weeks and pretty soon I'll have to start representing myself...but hey, whats that for one of the greatest actors currently alive?
"I've been comtemplating what you said about wanting me to check out the wrestling scene for you..."
I shoot Steve a scowl as I know he is about to once again try his hand at giving me career changing advice. He has learned that his ill attempts always fall on a set of deaf ears.
"And...."
I say, trying to get him to complete what seems to be half a thought to me. Sentence structure wise, I know it isn't but the way it sounded just irritated me. Steve gives me a smirk. I try not to grab him by his hair and smash his face on the table behind me.
"I've started contacting federations about the possibility of you signing with them."
His smirk turns into a full blown grin. I fight my urge once again.
"Did you tell them to keep the idea of the down low for now?"
His smile vanishes. My smile reveals itself.
"Your fired."
I say it in one fluid motion as I pop the last grape into my mouth. I begin to walk away and out in what seems to be the only real piece of land for miles for me. I walk out as the set slowly but surely turns into a beach. I don't recall this spot earlier in the week, but I know its because I just allowed all these places to run together into one very diverse city in my head. I follow the sound of the waves until I can see the water. I stop and places my hands in my pocket, watching the waves move at random times. My desire to enter the world of wrestling begins to take over my thoughts and I am once again the prey of my new dreams. For some reason, the squared circle seems to be calling to me...oddly, unlike anything else before it. I wish I could just reach out and achieve this dream as I have done with my acting career, but not everything goes my way. Before I can continue with my rambling thoughts, I feel someone hug me from behind. I look down at the hands and can tell instantly that they belong to the woman who has been playing my love interest for the past few months. She has changed her clothes since our previous scene as I can tell as I turn around and stare into her eyes.
"There is a rumor going around that you are going to give professional wrestling a try?"
My face turns stone cold. I should have known that it would have reached the set by now.
"Yeah. Why not try to conquor another medium, ya know?"
I reply, trying to hide my true desire to be a champion. Molly...Molly! Thats her name! Erm, well Molly gives me a shy smirk and slowly moves her arms up so they are resting on my shoulders. I place my hands on her waist as we share what seems to be a real romantic moment for a change.
"I think it's great, Bryten. Do what your heart desires."
I stare at her. I don't know how to react as she is the first person through all of this that has not tried to talk me out of it. She supports my decision?
"Thanks."
I finally manage to sputter the word from my lips. She stares into my eyes and I can almost read her feelings like a book. This movie romance has turned into something more for her...much more. I don't have the heart to break it to her that I don't feel the same. She is very beautiful, but it just seems like something is missing. In all honesty, I don't think its her...I think it's me.
"Would you like to go get something to eat? You know, to celebrate finishing the film?"
Thats a lie. She doesn't want to celebrate the film. She wants to have dinner with what she currently believes is the love of her life. Damn my luck.
"Yeah, sounds great. What are you in the mood for?"
Wrong way to word it. I notice her bite her own lip as dirty thoughts come to her mind. I should have known. More lust than love in her perception. She slowly runs one of her fingers down my chest.
"I know what I'm in the mood for."
She bites her lip again. damn it. How do I counter this? Her hands stop at my belt. She uses the leverage to pull me close into a deep kiss. There is something very different about this kiss. Yep, that's it. Her hand has made its way down my pants. I continue to kiss her. The camera cuts as we begin to make "lust" on the beach.
#3
.contract time.
White walls, a large brown table, and two chairs. I sit on one side of the table, on the other side sits the owner of the nCw. From what I can recall, he said is name was Leonard Fox. We have yet to reach an agreement on a contract, but we have agreed that I will either sign or not sign one today. He has a piece of paper and a pen sitting in front of him.
"We really need to get this damn deal done."
He says, as the wrinkles on his face move at their own seemingly endless pace. I nod my head in agreement.
"I would really like to be able to compete at the upcoming PPV."
I say as I fold my hands before me. He smirks as he can see the desire to comepte behind my eyes.
"Well then let's get this done. I have offered you a six figure contract for just two months. I don't think I will go any higher."
He lets the words fall from his mouth without confidence. He wants me to be a part of his roster bad. This is where I use my brain.
"You see the thing is you don't seem to realize what I would bring your company. I am a movie star whose name is known all over the world. I have a committed fan base that watches and buys everything I do or try to sell them. I could sponsor an item and it will sell millions."
I let my excellent points sit on the table before us. Fox cringes as he knows that I am right. He doesn't just need me and I don't just need him...we need each other.
"Damn it. What is your asking price?"
He says, finally giving in to my request. I tell him the exact amount I want and he is rather pleased. I make it so I am the highest paid rookie on the roster of nCw, a lot less than he thought I was going to ask for. He writes up the contract and I proceed to sign on the dotted line. He smirks and extends his hand for a firm shake. I reach forward and grasp his hand. The deal is done. I am now a member of the nCw roster.
"When will I have my first match?"
I ask, my desire to step into the ring growing with every breath I take. Fox looks up and shoots me another smirk.
"Our PPV Fallout is in a week. You will debut on the one year anniversarry of trauma...a great way to start off what should be a hollywood like career."
He laughs aloud as do I. We both have big plans in store for me but I must prove my in ring talent before we can even try to put any of it together.
"This is going to be a great first two months boss."
I say, trying to show the man a little respect. He nods, having the same expectations as I. I begin to make my way towards the exit. I stop and slowly turn back.
"Who exactly am I facing?"
Fox looks up from the contract.
"A man by the name of Fergus Callaghan."
I smile. The name of my first victim is now known.
#4
.i put shoes on my teeth so i can run my mouth.
I place the camera on a tripod just a few feet away from me. I stand in an empty room with nothing but white walls. I have never done something like this before so I plan on keeping it plain on simple...this time. I look through the small LCD screen to see if the camera is level and if the color is balanced well enough to air this on the nCw website. It will be a live stream, but it will also be record for the sake of those unable to make it. I walk over to the small laptop sitting on the floor next to the tripod. Several hundred people are anxiously awaiting the start of my first "video diary" as I would like to call it. I make sure everything is ready and then I hit record on the camera. I take a deep breath as I step back. It is time.......
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Bryten Bourne. For those of you who don't know I have starred in several movies in my young career. I have made millions upon millions upon millions...of dollars just, pretending to be someone else."
I pause. I think the audience is starting to catch on to my real personality and I like it.
"But finally...finally I get the chance to drop the bull**** and be who I really am. I'm not the hero as portrayed in most of my movies. I'm not a sucker for love as most of the tabloids try to make me out to be. I am one thing and one thing only, a competitor."
I allow my intensity to get the best of me. I quickly bring it donw a tone.
"I have allowed people to tell me how to act my entire life. I have never been able to play the role that I was born to play...myself. That has finally changed. I am eighteen years old now and that means that I am legally a man. I don't have to sit back and abide by anyone's rules anymore. Finally, I'm free from all of it."
I can only imagine their reactions. I reach up and rip my shirt off displaying my finely chisled body and a tattoo on each of my arms.
"You people saw me as the hero. If only you could have seen through the story of the movie and seen directly into my soul. I have done terrible things to people who didn't deserve it. These things...I do not regret them. They are what have propelled me to the current position I stand at. I signed a seven figure contract and people have no clue how I will perform! Hollywood has built me up so damn much that people believe I will excel at anything before I even try it. What's next? Do you people think I could go and win a NASCAR race or maybe even start at quarterback for the 49ers? This world percieves me higher than I actually sit. I am great and one cocky son of a bitch, but you people make me sick with your faith in me. Your ignorance is suprising to me. It's as if I, personally, could tell you all the world would end tomorrow and you would actually believe me"
I insult them. They deserve it. Since the beginning of my career they have bashed me on the internet and in the papers. It is time I show my true feelings.
"I stand here younger than most of you, yet I see the world so much clearer. There is a lot of good in this world, but none of it is in me. I could give two ****s about any of you watching this video right now. You all mean nothing to me. But I could sit here and insult you all night and you will still trip and stumble over every single syllabal I project. As I talk now, newspaper reporters and beginning their story about how Bryten Bourne is a good kid gone bad. For the record, I've been the bad guy for a long, long time...you all were just too naive to see it."
There we go. I got them squirming. I am practically daring them to exit the browser in which they are viewing me. I look down at the laptop only to realize that I have more viewers than when I started. I smirk.
"God...you people."
I look down at my perfect body. They didn't expect this. No one expected this.
"Anyways I am set to debut on the one year anniversarry show of Trauma, which from my recollection will air right before the PPV Fallout. My opponent is the drunk known as Fergus Callaghan."
Time to start my rant. This time the insults will be aimed at one individual.
"Fergus, you are nothing more than a small stepping stone for me. I will quickly defeat you and I will then proceed to climb to the top of the nCw ladder of sucess. You won your first few matches with this company but from what I have heard, you career has gone downhill from there. Hell, it is evident by the fact that you are in the opening match of the under card for the PPV. Ha. It seems that your drunk ways have been effecting your performance and you have failed to see that yet. You are a lost cause Fergus. You sit at the opposite end of the spectrum. I am seen as a shining star, a bright light as you are seen as the wash up, the no good hasbeen. You have not done a damn thing to solidify yourself as a stable part of this roster. Your decline has reached the front door of the nCw...where I stand. You are being fed to a very very hungy wolf Fergus and I think that you have yet to realize that. You can't hang with me. I'm faster, stronger, and more talented than you will ever be. I havebeen training with one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step into the ring and he has taught me everything he knows. You aren't going to be prepared enough...nCw is not going to be prepared enough. The ring is my new playground and it is about time that I show the entire world that I am committed to this wrestling gig. I want gold and I will soon enough have it. This will be our only meeting Fergus. I am starting an unseen upward climb while you are still in a downward spiral. You might be able to one day level out but by that time I will have already been crowned as the king of nCw. You are going to be the first to experience "The Hollwood Hybrid". I conquered movies and now it is time that I conquer nCw. This is only the beginning........."
.end rp.
.a Bryten Bourne roleplay.
#1
.expanding my horizons.
The world is such a large place, but I can't help but laugh as I feel I have already seen it in it's entirety. I know this isn't true. There isn't enough minutes in a lifetime to explore all the regions of this planet. My very first statement is nothing more than an exaggeration that I can't help but express. I'm young and naive, but I will admit it. This...this makes me more of a threat than most people. I know I have character flaws and honestly, I don't plan on fixing them anytime soon. These flaws have carried me through life up to this point and have made me a pretty penny in the process. I have millions and millions of dollars in my bank account because of my pretty face. Ha. Did I mention I was cocky, too? Oh well, you'll catch on in due time whether you know that or not. As I was saying, I have been in several movies that have made me wealthier than most. I have it all right now...money...cars...hoes. Ha. If people knew the real me, they would be suprised. On the big screen I must always play the heart throb that helps everyone out, destroying himself in the process. The role I played in my first feature length film was just that. It was a "B" rate movie, but it is ultimaetly what led me to where I am now. I played a young teenage boy whose heart was torn between moving in with his mother or his father after a vicious divorce that left both parties bitter with one another. In an effort to please both of them, the character I played went and stepped out in front of a bus as he thought he was the common factor in both of his parent's sadness. I know, what a pile of ****.
I'm not a hero as everyone thinks I am. They seem to try to hold me in such a high regard. I am suprised I have kept up with these expectations, when honestly, I haven't tried to. I just take a movie role when I feel it will bring me a large sum of money. Fortunaetly for me, it has brought me more fame than money. I am a household name now. I have hundreds upon hundreds of endorsements that want me to go and sponsor their little products. I accepted them all, not because I love money, but because in due time, they will all mean nothing to me. The world has not seen me for a few months and their is a very valid reason behind this. I have conquered the big screen. What else is there for me to accomplish there? I was nominated for a damn emmy at the age of seventeen. I didn't win, but that isn't what matters. There is nothing that I feel I need to do with movies now as I feel, better yet I know, that I have done it all.
That is why I am taking a turn for the better. My eyes on on a new prize and this one will be harder for me to reach than an emmy ever will be. These past months I have been keeping to myself and busting my ass in the gym. Why, you ask? I'll answer your question with a question. What is the sport that would be the most difficult to dominate in this entire world? Basketball? Football? Futball? Nope. I am talking about a sport that requires you to be in top physical condtion. A sport that only the elite can compete in. I am, of course, speaking of professional wrestling. Yes, that's right. The hollywood heart throb known as Bryten Bourne is going to step into the squared circle and put everything on the line, night after night.
As we speak my agent is in intense contract negotionations with a premire federation known as New Championship Wrestling. It is just a matter of days before I go and sign on the dotted line and become the highest paid rookie in the history of the nCw. How do I know I will recieve a large amount of money like that? I am a well known movie star for christ's sake. Do you know what tha means? That means that whatever I choose to do with my life, I will have a large fan base that follows. It is estimated that once I sign with nCw their ratings will shoot through the roof! That is coming from a highly respected newspaper.
In all honesty, I do not care about the sum of money I recieve with my contract, but in my eyes it is all about respect. I want to know how much they think I am worth to their organization. If it is not up to par with what others are telling me, I will simply sign somewhere else. I know what value I carry to a federation and I will not accept anything but a top dollar offer.
I am going to bring the nCw a lot of things that it isn't used to. Look at me as your second wind. I plan on throwing the entire federation on my back and carrying you into the promise land. Many will drop off in the process, but they are the ones with very little worth. We may even lose a few big names in the process, but it will all be for a greater good.
I will be apart of the roster soon and I will be at the bottom of the barrel for the first time in my life. I will quickly climb out of that barrel and find the ladder of sucess. From there I will continue my upward climb where I will one day become your world champion. Ha. It's like something out of a movie...
#2
.welcome to my world.
{a flashback of sorts}
It is a cold November night. The rain seems to fall in slow motion, gliding through the air and gently kissing the ground with a soft pitter patter. I stand alone in my large coat and hat. I stare off into the distance thinking of what was, what should be, and then what the reality is. I look up trying to stare God in the face.
"Why did you take her from me? Wh...what did I do to deserve this?"
My cries fight against the rain to make their way up to the ears of God. I close my eyes and allow the rain to hit my face. Instantly, I feel calm. That's when I know...I slowly turn around to see the shadowed figure of the one I love so much. She stands there drentched in rain, but her heart seemingly unphased by the weather conditions. She slowly begins to step towards me, before breaking into a sprint. I catch her in a huge embrace, sweeping her off her feet. We hold each other tight, not a care in the world now as we both have what we truly desire. I pull back just enough to stare into her hazel eyes.
"But, I though...wh..how?"
Before I can put a complete thought together she kisses me deeply. Time seems to stand still as I am lost in her touch. How does she have this effect on me? I don't know, nor do I care. I keep her close as the fear of losing her once more begins to crawl up my spine and into my thoughts. I pull back and stare into her eyes again. A smile escapes my lips as I have never felt happier....
"CUT!"
The rain stops instantly. My feelings for the woman before me vanish just as quick. Everybody begins to clap at our performance as we have both finished up our final scene for the movie being filmed. We give a quick hug before exiting the set our separate ways. I turn back, as does she. She throws a smile my way. I can tell by how committed she was to the scene that her true feelings about me lie behind that smile. I throw one back her way not to be rude. I turn back around and continue off the set, once again leaving her wishing that she was more of an aggressor when she has a crush. I feel bad in a way as I walk away. She doesn't think that I know how much she cares about me. The funny thing is...I do....Another funny thing is that I could give two ****s about her feelings for me. If anything she will be just a late night snack for me on a night of weakness...I come to a standstill at the snack table behind all the cameras and whatnot. I grab a few grapes and slowly begin eating them. From my periphials, I see someone walk up to me.
"Great scene Bryten."
I turn and stare directly into the face of my current agent Steve Sanders. His upity attitude has never fallen on me quite well and after that statement the thought of firing him crossed my mind. I can't do that though. I have fired at least three agents in the past two weeks and pretty soon I'll have to start representing myself...but hey, whats that for one of the greatest actors currently alive?
"I've been comtemplating what you said about wanting me to check out the wrestling scene for you..."
I shoot Steve a scowl as I know he is about to once again try his hand at giving me career changing advice. He has learned that his ill attempts always fall on a set of deaf ears.
"And...."
I say, trying to get him to complete what seems to be half a thought to me. Sentence structure wise, I know it isn't but the way it sounded just irritated me. Steve gives me a smirk. I try not to grab him by his hair and smash his face on the table behind me.
"I've started contacting federations about the possibility of you signing with them."
His smirk turns into a full blown grin. I fight my urge once again.
"Did you tell them to keep the idea of the down low for now?"
His smile vanishes. My smile reveals itself.
"Your fired."
I say it in one fluid motion as I pop the last grape into my mouth. I begin to walk away and out in what seems to be the only real piece of land for miles for me. I walk out as the set slowly but surely turns into a beach. I don't recall this spot earlier in the week, but I know its because I just allowed all these places to run together into one very diverse city in my head. I follow the sound of the waves until I can see the water. I stop and places my hands in my pocket, watching the waves move at random times. My desire to enter the world of wrestling begins to take over my thoughts and I am once again the prey of my new dreams. For some reason, the squared circle seems to be calling to me...oddly, unlike anything else before it. I wish I could just reach out and achieve this dream as I have done with my acting career, but not everything goes my way. Before I can continue with my rambling thoughts, I feel someone hug me from behind. I look down at the hands and can tell instantly that they belong to the woman who has been playing my love interest for the past few months. She has changed her clothes since our previous scene as I can tell as I turn around and stare into her eyes.
"There is a rumor going around that you are going to give professional wrestling a try?"
My face turns stone cold. I should have known that it would have reached the set by now.
"Yeah. Why not try to conquor another medium, ya know?"
I reply, trying to hide my true desire to be a champion. Molly...Molly! Thats her name! Erm, well Molly gives me a shy smirk and slowly moves her arms up so they are resting on my shoulders. I place my hands on her waist as we share what seems to be a real romantic moment for a change.
"I think it's great, Bryten. Do what your heart desires."
I stare at her. I don't know how to react as she is the first person through all of this that has not tried to talk me out of it. She supports my decision?
"Thanks."
I finally manage to sputter the word from my lips. She stares into my eyes and I can almost read her feelings like a book. This movie romance has turned into something more for her...much more. I don't have the heart to break it to her that I don't feel the same. She is very beautiful, but it just seems like something is missing. In all honesty, I don't think its her...I think it's me.
"Would you like to go get something to eat? You know, to celebrate finishing the film?"
Thats a lie. She doesn't want to celebrate the film. She wants to have dinner with what she currently believes is the love of her life. Damn my luck.
"Yeah, sounds great. What are you in the mood for?"
Wrong way to word it. I notice her bite her own lip as dirty thoughts come to her mind. I should have known. More lust than love in her perception. She slowly runs one of her fingers down my chest.
"I know what I'm in the mood for."
She bites her lip again. damn it. How do I counter this? Her hands stop at my belt. She uses the leverage to pull me close into a deep kiss. There is something very different about this kiss. Yep, that's it. Her hand has made its way down my pants. I continue to kiss her. The camera cuts as we begin to make "lust" on the beach.
#3
.contract time.
White walls, a large brown table, and two chairs. I sit on one side of the table, on the other side sits the owner of the nCw. From what I can recall, he said is name was Leonard Fox. We have yet to reach an agreement on a contract, but we have agreed that I will either sign or not sign one today. He has a piece of paper and a pen sitting in front of him.
"We really need to get this damn deal done."
He says, as the wrinkles on his face move at their own seemingly endless pace. I nod my head in agreement.
"I would really like to be able to compete at the upcoming PPV."
I say as I fold my hands before me. He smirks as he can see the desire to comepte behind my eyes.
"Well then let's get this done. I have offered you a six figure contract for just two months. I don't think I will go any higher."
He lets the words fall from his mouth without confidence. He wants me to be a part of his roster bad. This is where I use my brain.
"You see the thing is you don't seem to realize what I would bring your company. I am a movie star whose name is known all over the world. I have a committed fan base that watches and buys everything I do or try to sell them. I could sponsor an item and it will sell millions."
I let my excellent points sit on the table before us. Fox cringes as he knows that I am right. He doesn't just need me and I don't just need him...we need each other.
"Damn it. What is your asking price?"
He says, finally giving in to my request. I tell him the exact amount I want and he is rather pleased. I make it so I am the highest paid rookie on the roster of nCw, a lot less than he thought I was going to ask for. He writes up the contract and I proceed to sign on the dotted line. He smirks and extends his hand for a firm shake. I reach forward and grasp his hand. The deal is done. I am now a member of the nCw roster.
"When will I have my first match?"
I ask, my desire to step into the ring growing with every breath I take. Fox looks up and shoots me another smirk.
"Our PPV Fallout is in a week. You will debut on the one year anniversarry of trauma...a great way to start off what should be a hollywood like career."
He laughs aloud as do I. We both have big plans in store for me but I must prove my in ring talent before we can even try to put any of it together.
"This is going to be a great first two months boss."
I say, trying to show the man a little respect. He nods, having the same expectations as I. I begin to make my way towards the exit. I stop and slowly turn back.
"Who exactly am I facing?"
Fox looks up from the contract.
"A man by the name of Fergus Callaghan."
I smile. The name of my first victim is now known.
#4
.i put shoes on my teeth so i can run my mouth.
I place the camera on a tripod just a few feet away from me. I stand in an empty room with nothing but white walls. I have never done something like this before so I plan on keeping it plain on simple...this time. I look through the small LCD screen to see if the camera is level and if the color is balanced well enough to air this on the nCw website. It will be a live stream, but it will also be record for the sake of those unable to make it. I walk over to the small laptop sitting on the floor next to the tripod. Several hundred people are anxiously awaiting the start of my first "video diary" as I would like to call it. I make sure everything is ready and then I hit record on the camera. I take a deep breath as I step back. It is time.......
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Bryten Bourne. For those of you who don't know I have starred in several movies in my young career. I have made millions upon millions upon millions...of dollars just, pretending to be someone else."
I pause. I think the audience is starting to catch on to my real personality and I like it.
"But finally...finally I get the chance to drop the bull**** and be who I really am. I'm not the hero as portrayed in most of my movies. I'm not a sucker for love as most of the tabloids try to make me out to be. I am one thing and one thing only, a competitor."
I allow my intensity to get the best of me. I quickly bring it donw a tone.
"I have allowed people to tell me how to act my entire life. I have never been able to play the role that I was born to play...myself. That has finally changed. I am eighteen years old now and that means that I am legally a man. I don't have to sit back and abide by anyone's rules anymore. Finally, I'm free from all of it."
I can only imagine their reactions. I reach up and rip my shirt off displaying my finely chisled body and a tattoo on each of my arms.
"You people saw me as the hero. If only you could have seen through the story of the movie and seen directly into my soul. I have done terrible things to people who didn't deserve it. These things...I do not regret them. They are what have propelled me to the current position I stand at. I signed a seven figure contract and people have no clue how I will perform! Hollywood has built me up so damn much that people believe I will excel at anything before I even try it. What's next? Do you people think I could go and win a NASCAR race or maybe even start at quarterback for the 49ers? This world percieves me higher than I actually sit. I am great and one cocky son of a bitch, but you people make me sick with your faith in me. Your ignorance is suprising to me. It's as if I, personally, could tell you all the world would end tomorrow and you would actually believe me"
I insult them. They deserve it. Since the beginning of my career they have bashed me on the internet and in the papers. It is time I show my true feelings.
"I stand here younger than most of you, yet I see the world so much clearer. There is a lot of good in this world, but none of it is in me. I could give two ****s about any of you watching this video right now. You all mean nothing to me. But I could sit here and insult you all night and you will still trip and stumble over every single syllabal I project. As I talk now, newspaper reporters and beginning their story about how Bryten Bourne is a good kid gone bad. For the record, I've been the bad guy for a long, long time...you all were just too naive to see it."
There we go. I got them squirming. I am practically daring them to exit the browser in which they are viewing me. I look down at the laptop only to realize that I have more viewers than when I started. I smirk.
"God...you people."
I look down at my perfect body. They didn't expect this. No one expected this.
"Anyways I am set to debut on the one year anniversarry show of Trauma, which from my recollection will air right before the PPV Fallout. My opponent is the drunk known as Fergus Callaghan."
Time to start my rant. This time the insults will be aimed at one individual.
"Fergus, you are nothing more than a small stepping stone for me. I will quickly defeat you and I will then proceed to climb to the top of the nCw ladder of sucess. You won your first few matches with this company but from what I have heard, you career has gone downhill from there. Hell, it is evident by the fact that you are in the opening match of the under card for the PPV. Ha. It seems that your drunk ways have been effecting your performance and you have failed to see that yet. You are a lost cause Fergus. You sit at the opposite end of the spectrum. I am seen as a shining star, a bright light as you are seen as the wash up, the no good hasbeen. You have not done a damn thing to solidify yourself as a stable part of this roster. Your decline has reached the front door of the nCw...where I stand. You are being fed to a very very hungy wolf Fergus and I think that you have yet to realize that. You can't hang with me. I'm faster, stronger, and more talented than you will ever be. I havebeen training with one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step into the ring and he has taught me everything he knows. You aren't going to be prepared enough...nCw is not going to be prepared enough. The ring is my new playground and it is about time that I show the entire world that I am committed to this wrestling gig. I want gold and I will soon enough have it. This will be our only meeting Fergus. I am starting an unseen upward climb while you are still in a downward spiral. You might be able to one day level out but by that time I will have already been crowned as the king of nCw. You are going to be the first to experience "The Hollwood Hybrid". I conquered movies and now it is time that I conquer nCw. This is only the beginning........."
.end rp.