Post by bigci on Aug 28, 2007 22:59:25 GMT -6
The scene opens with Big Ci sat on a coach in his locker room. He is sat on a bench in the locker rooms in the gym area of POW World Headquarters. He is in his street clothes and he has the Valor Championship across his lap. He has his cell phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder. He is talking into it whilst trying to fasten the laces on his shoes. His kit bag is next to him. He fastens his shoes and takes the championship off his lap and places on top of his kit inside his bag. He now takes the phone in his hand. He seems impatient.
Big Ci: Come on… come on…
He now stands and begins paces back and too, still on the phone.
Bloody hell… they tell you they want you for something and then leave you on hold… come on… ahh… Yes hello… Yeah it’s Ciarán. I got a voicemail before saying that the office wanted to speak to me.
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And what does he want a meeting for?
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But I thought that that was all sorted
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It was sorted. I spoke to Commissioner Pickles and I met with the Board.
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I know Pickles has been fired but I sorted things out before then. I was sent the papers to be signed.
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So I’ve got to come and see Rich?
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Oh I am sorry
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So when is Mr. Morrisonfree?
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What do you mean 5 minutes?
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Well I haven’t got any documentation on me. I haven’t had time to speak to my partner
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Well when else would I be able to see him?
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What do you mean “leave it”?
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Listen… I had a deal with the board. Everything was done and dusted.
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Right… to hell with it… tell him I’ll be up straight away… as if I didn’t have enough to deal with
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I’ll be there as soon as I can
Ci hangs up the phone. He puts it in his pocket and reaches for his kit bag. He unzips one of the side pockets. He pulls out his locker key and carries his bag over to his locker. He unlocks it and puts the bag inside it, putting away the key in his pocket after locking it up. Now he strides to the door and out into the corridor, breaking into a semi-jog. He exits the gym area and walks down some more corridors and to a lobby. He heads to the elevator and presses the button.
Come on… come on… get a move on
The lift is no quicker coming so Ci opts for the stairs. He heads up the stairwell at a run, the camera struggling to keep up. He scales several stories and finally reaches his floor. He walks down another corridor and comes to a set of double doors. He walks through them into a waiting room, different from that outside the board room. This is quieter and un-crowded. In the room is simply a few chairs in a row and a desk. Sat behind the desk is a secretary and on one of the chairs is POW Interviewer Greg Kilgreen. Ci proceeds to the desk.
Yeah I’m here to see Rich
The woman looks at him with a look of distain
Secretary: Mr Morrison Is in conference. Take a seat and he will be with you shortly.
Ci looks at her. He has just bolted down several corridors and up many flights of stairs to be told to take a seat.
… Right
He goes and sits down and composes himself on the seat next to Kilgreen. Kilgreen is looking decidedly nervous. Ci is disturbed by this. He enquires as to why Greg is like this.
You OK mate?
Eh?... Oh… erm… yeah, yeah. Just a little nervous is all. I got a call this morning saying that Morrison wanted to see me. Anyway I got here and I wasn’t the only one. Kevin Winger and Kip Anderson were here as well. Well both of them went in before me and they both came out smiling. What with Rich firing Pickles and everything I’m a little worried about my job. So how come you’re here?
Well I’m here on business for my uncle and me. I’d sorted everything out with Pickles and with the board, but now all of a sudden, the Chairman wants to look things over. Well what the hell can he look over? I said it to his secretary; I haven’t got any documentation and I haven’t had time to speak to my uncle. So anyway, I’ve had to come up here for a meeting regarding the deal. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate. I’ve got to deal with Mr Showtime this week.
I’m not going to say that I didn’t expect to be wrestling guys like him when I won my title. I always knew that I’d have to do some pretty hard fighting to keep my belt. Mr Showtime poses an interesting challenge. I mean he’s been away, supposedly opening a car garage. But you have to wonder why he took off if all he was doing was business. I have no idea what he may’ve been doing whilst he was away. He could have joined a monastery of Shaulin monks and learnt to kill a guy with two fingers. Basically I am going into this match blind.
Well… not quite. You see I heard Mr Showtime this week. I heard what he said about Shadow and if there is one man I know better than they know themselves… it’s Shadow. For Shadow, despite being the bitch that he is, to scream out like that and yell out… he must have been in serious pain. For Showtime to inflict that kind of pain, he must one bad dude. And now I have to wrestle him and he says that he is going to be in that frame of mind that he was in against Shadow. He says that he is going to do to me what he did to Shadow. Well doesn’t that sound great. Now, even if I do say so myself, I see myself as a different calibre to Shadow… a little bit above him. He needs to resort to kidnapping kids and stabbing people with swords in order to get by. Well I don’t feel the need to do that sort of thing.
But Mr Showtime can rest assured, that just like he wants to do to me what he did to Shadow… I will do to him what I did to Shadow, so many, many times… beat him. Not injure or maim… not shorten his career… but beat him… pin him or make him tap… and then I will walk out still the Valor champion. Mr Showtime is good no doubt… but I fought far too long for this title to lose it at the first hurdle. I will beat Mr Showtime… and I will beat whom ever I come up against. It was announced recently that POW North East’s championships would be unified with ours at Reckless Abandon… now I am presuming that that means that I will be facing the Mid-Atlantic champion… now whether that be Buddy Love, Mick Cormac, JR Zevon… Alf… Ron Simmons… it doesn’t matter. Because just like I dispatched Lance Erikson… just like I dispatched George Duke… just like the Four Horsemen withstood the Royal Flush… and just like I will stand tall against Mr Showtime… I will stand tall against the Mid Atlantic champion… and then I will walk out with one more title belt to hang above my fire place… Now Mr Showtime wants to look further ahead to when he finally gets his shot at the World Heavyweight Championship… well that is his business… right now I am quite contented with my place in this company… but one thing is for sure… slowly but surely… with me as Valor soon to be Mid-Atlantic Champion… and with Reck, Midwest, soon to be National, Champion… the Horsemen are doing what we said we would do… we are dominating the POW landscape… and it is only a small matter of time before one of us takes that World Championship from around the champions waist. Now whether it be Kailus Holmes, our old running buddy, or whether it be FDCM… or Shawn Stevens… or Josh Eagles… time will only tell but one thing is for certain… that World Title will once again be in the fold of the Horsemen. But right now Mr Showtime is first on my agenda.
The secretary pipes up
Excuse sir… Mr Morrison will see you know. Mr Kilgreen, if you could just wait a moment longer
Ci stands up
Hey I’ll see you later man… good luck
After saying this Ci walks towards the office door and knocks on it. We here the voice of Rich Morrison from inside
Come
Ci composes himself and walks inside. He closes the door behind him
The scene fades out
End of promo
Big Ci: Come on… come on…
He now stands and begins paces back and too, still on the phone.
Bloody hell… they tell you they want you for something and then leave you on hold… come on… ahh… Yes hello… Yeah it’s Ciarán. I got a voicemail before saying that the office wanted to speak to me.
…
And what does he want a meeting for?
…
But I thought that that was all sorted
…
It was sorted. I spoke to Commissioner Pickles and I met with the Board.
…
I know Pickles has been fired but I sorted things out before then. I was sent the papers to be signed.
…
So I’ve got to come and see Rich?
…
Oh I am sorry
…
So when is Mr. Morrisonfree?
…
What do you mean 5 minutes?
…
Well I haven’t got any documentation on me. I haven’t had time to speak to my partner
…
Well when else would I be able to see him?
…
What do you mean “leave it”?
…
Listen… I had a deal with the board. Everything was done and dusted.
…
Right… to hell with it… tell him I’ll be up straight away… as if I didn’t have enough to deal with
…
I’ll be there as soon as I can
Ci hangs up the phone. He puts it in his pocket and reaches for his kit bag. He unzips one of the side pockets. He pulls out his locker key and carries his bag over to his locker. He unlocks it and puts the bag inside it, putting away the key in his pocket after locking it up. Now he strides to the door and out into the corridor, breaking into a semi-jog. He exits the gym area and walks down some more corridors and to a lobby. He heads to the elevator and presses the button.
Come on… come on… get a move on
The lift is no quicker coming so Ci opts for the stairs. He heads up the stairwell at a run, the camera struggling to keep up. He scales several stories and finally reaches his floor. He walks down another corridor and comes to a set of double doors. He walks through them into a waiting room, different from that outside the board room. This is quieter and un-crowded. In the room is simply a few chairs in a row and a desk. Sat behind the desk is a secretary and on one of the chairs is POW Interviewer Greg Kilgreen. Ci proceeds to the desk.
Yeah I’m here to see Rich
The woman looks at him with a look of distain
Secretary: Mr Morrison Is in conference. Take a seat and he will be with you shortly.
Ci looks at her. He has just bolted down several corridors and up many flights of stairs to be told to take a seat.
… Right
He goes and sits down and composes himself on the seat next to Kilgreen. Kilgreen is looking decidedly nervous. Ci is disturbed by this. He enquires as to why Greg is like this.
You OK mate?
Eh?... Oh… erm… yeah, yeah. Just a little nervous is all. I got a call this morning saying that Morrison wanted to see me. Anyway I got here and I wasn’t the only one. Kevin Winger and Kip Anderson were here as well. Well both of them went in before me and they both came out smiling. What with Rich firing Pickles and everything I’m a little worried about my job. So how come you’re here?
Well I’m here on business for my uncle and me. I’d sorted everything out with Pickles and with the board, but now all of a sudden, the Chairman wants to look things over. Well what the hell can he look over? I said it to his secretary; I haven’t got any documentation and I haven’t had time to speak to my uncle. So anyway, I’ve had to come up here for a meeting regarding the deal. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate. I’ve got to deal with Mr Showtime this week.
I’m not going to say that I didn’t expect to be wrestling guys like him when I won my title. I always knew that I’d have to do some pretty hard fighting to keep my belt. Mr Showtime poses an interesting challenge. I mean he’s been away, supposedly opening a car garage. But you have to wonder why he took off if all he was doing was business. I have no idea what he may’ve been doing whilst he was away. He could have joined a monastery of Shaulin monks and learnt to kill a guy with two fingers. Basically I am going into this match blind.
Well… not quite. You see I heard Mr Showtime this week. I heard what he said about Shadow and if there is one man I know better than they know themselves… it’s Shadow. For Shadow, despite being the bitch that he is, to scream out like that and yell out… he must have been in serious pain. For Showtime to inflict that kind of pain, he must one bad dude. And now I have to wrestle him and he says that he is going to be in that frame of mind that he was in against Shadow. He says that he is going to do to me what he did to Shadow. Well doesn’t that sound great. Now, even if I do say so myself, I see myself as a different calibre to Shadow… a little bit above him. He needs to resort to kidnapping kids and stabbing people with swords in order to get by. Well I don’t feel the need to do that sort of thing.
But Mr Showtime can rest assured, that just like he wants to do to me what he did to Shadow… I will do to him what I did to Shadow, so many, many times… beat him. Not injure or maim… not shorten his career… but beat him… pin him or make him tap… and then I will walk out still the Valor champion. Mr Showtime is good no doubt… but I fought far too long for this title to lose it at the first hurdle. I will beat Mr Showtime… and I will beat whom ever I come up against. It was announced recently that POW North East’s championships would be unified with ours at Reckless Abandon… now I am presuming that that means that I will be facing the Mid-Atlantic champion… now whether that be Buddy Love, Mick Cormac, JR Zevon… Alf… Ron Simmons… it doesn’t matter. Because just like I dispatched Lance Erikson… just like I dispatched George Duke… just like the Four Horsemen withstood the Royal Flush… and just like I will stand tall against Mr Showtime… I will stand tall against the Mid Atlantic champion… and then I will walk out with one more title belt to hang above my fire place… Now Mr Showtime wants to look further ahead to when he finally gets his shot at the World Heavyweight Championship… well that is his business… right now I am quite contented with my place in this company… but one thing is for sure… slowly but surely… with me as Valor soon to be Mid-Atlantic Champion… and with Reck, Midwest, soon to be National, Champion… the Horsemen are doing what we said we would do… we are dominating the POW landscape… and it is only a small matter of time before one of us takes that World Championship from around the champions waist. Now whether it be Kailus Holmes, our old running buddy, or whether it be FDCM… or Shawn Stevens… or Josh Eagles… time will only tell but one thing is for certain… that World Title will once again be in the fold of the Horsemen. But right now Mr Showtime is first on my agenda.
The secretary pipes up
Excuse sir… Mr Morrison will see you know. Mr Kilgreen, if you could just wait a moment longer
Ci stands up
Hey I’ll see you later man… good luck
After saying this Ci walks towards the office door and knocks on it. We here the voice of Rich Morrison from inside
Come
Ci composes himself and walks inside. He closes the door behind him
The scene fades out
End of promo