Post by Samuel Silas on Dec 15, 2011 0:23:12 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps move into the audio. Nothing is seen just the suspicious sound of footsteps take over. It sounds like it is on a tile floor or a weird type of surface. The echoing from the shoes to the surface just ring in the ears of the audio. The sight slowly yet steadily starts to come into place where the sound of feet hitting the unknown floor. The sight pictures the view of a man starding in front of a multi-colored building. The lights flash on his back as in a weird such manner. Also in the view is the sight of a red rope constricting a line of people very formally dressed. One person in the front of the line starts to complain to the big bruiser of a man standing in front of them.
Man in Line: Why the hell can't we come in? We are just as important as the last couple of bunch of people that went in and you are just surrounding us with this piece of red shit of a rope.
Bouncer: Sir, please calm down. I don't have to be the one to throw you out of here, I can call the police, I could call my manager, or I could even call the owner of this fine establishment and allow him to do it. With all of those options, if you don't start to shut your mouth I would enjoy throwing you out myself. So if you want to get in then put a cap in it!
The man in the line immediately shuts his mouth, not sure if it is from intimidation or from embarrassment. It seems as if he can't decide upon the two options of his reasoning to be so mute. The scene remains the same for several seconds, with the people silently standing within the two red ropes and the bouncer standing above them. Suddenly a shadow of a different character covers some of the breams from the neon lights on the buildings. He walks up to the man, without looking at the long line of people in front of him. He doesn't even give them a single glance. The man is wearing very formal attire, not so formal for a wedding or funeral, but a nice dress shirt and tie combo with black dress pants and such. He walks straight up to the bouncer and the bouncer immediately moves out of the way allowing the man to safely enter the night club.
In the night club the man walks through a dark hallway leading to the shining of multicolored lights in a unorganized manner. He walks slowly foot by foot hitting the floor of the establishment, he finally reaches the end of the hallway and the main room of the establishment. He looks on to see a house full of men standing and sitting on table eating food like on other. People are dancing and some are just sitting and relaxing to the sounds of the high based music. There are multiple black leather chairs, and wooden tables in the room. In the far corner there is a wooden bar attached to the floor. There are about ten black stools estimated on the bar. About five of them are occupied by customers. After studying the establishment moment of business the man makes his way into the main occurrence of business, the dance floor.
Step after step on the dance floor sounds like the exact same sound as the beginning sounds of the outside of the establishment. He continues to move through the people on the dance floor, with random colored beams hitting him in the body from the waist up. A cute blonde stops in front of him and begins to talk to him.
Blonde: Well hello, what have we here?
Samuel Silas: Hello miss. Are you enjoying yourself this fine night?
Blonde: Not as much as I would be with you around me.
Samuel Silas: Well, how about I make you a deal. I am on business right now to talk to the owner of this club. How about you write your number on this piece of paper, and maybe we can get together some time. What do you say?
Blonde: Ahh, I guess that will have to work.
The blonde grabs Samuels hand as well as pulls out a black sharpie marker. Samuel puts his other hand on her's. He looks at her as well as her look at him.
Samuel Silas: Miss, I believe I said piece of paper. It would not look very professional with black marker on my hand now would it?
Samuel moves her hand away from his. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a piece of blank paper that just happened to be there like he was expecting to retrieve someone's phone number. He hands it to the blonde as she writes her number on the paper. He retrieves it from her and says his goodbyes.
Samuel Silas: Thank you, I cant wait till that time, but before then this is all I can give you.
He grabs her hand and kisses the top of her hand, making her blush as he walks away leaving the blonde all red and googly eyed in the face. He then looks at that paper for a brief second before heading towards one of the black trash cans around the club and throws the paper away. He just smirks as he leaves her waiting for a call when she gets home as he goes on with his business in the night club. He reaches the bar, and picks a certain stool between two men that have had a little but too much to drink given that they are almost falling out of the black stools. He looks at the man on his left before interacting with the drunken man.
Samuel Silas: So, sir. You seem to be having a good time. Am I correct on my assumption?
Drunk Man #1: Man, why the fuck are you bothering me? You want to be in a fight? I think you are looking for someone to fight.
Samuel merely chuckles at the man before responding.
Samuel Silas: Sir, I believe that you have had a little too much to drink considering your breath completely reeks of alcohol. I am hoping that you don't plan on driving home, that would be rather foolish.
Drunken Man #1: Did you just call me a fool?
Samuel Silas: Sir, I believe you are misunderstanding me. You can barely stand and...
The drunken man interrupts him in the middle of his statement. The drunk stands up wobbling trying to intimidate Samuel.
Drunken Man #1: I will ask you again, did you...or did you not. Just call me a fool? If so I am going to have to kick your ass.
Samuel just laughs and responds to the man standing in front of everyone.
Samuel Silas: Sir, I am the owner of this fine establishment. Now, I recommend that you sit your drunk ass down and talk to me or walk your useless ass out of my club, because I am not going to stand you talking to me like that. So I suggest you better get moving.
The drunk man starts to walk away but turns and throws a punch at Samuel. He catches it with his quick reflexes, and turns his hand twisting the drunk man's. The man cowers in pain as Samuel lets go. He then immediately runs out of the club, through the black dark hallway, and outside near the parking lot. Samuel then just turns the stool to find the man on the right of him cower with fear from Samuel.
Samuel Silas: Where you going?
Drunken Man #2: I am getting out of here!
The second man that was sitting on Samuel's side follows the path of the man running before him. Samuel gets up from the stool and nods at the bartender who then hits a button under the liquor display. Samuel walks to a dark wall in the deepest part of the club. A little black bump is on the wall about finger length. It is almost invisible to the untrained eye. Samuel turns the little button and the wall swings in like it was a door. Samuel goes into the room where the mystery door leads leaving the life of the party at the dance floor.
In the small room is a set of stars in which he slowly ascends up and onto the top of them. Once he reaches the top there is a room with tinted windows overlooking the entire club. In the mysterious deck is a black leather chair with a side table besides the chair. Also in the room is a wooden desk on the other side of the room with a laptop located square in the middle of the desk. Samuel sits down in the black chair as he reaches over towards the tall side table. He reaches for the only drawer in the table. In the drawer there seems to be a collection of fancy cigars. Samuel grabs one and pops it in his mouth. He then reaches deeper in the drawer to find a pitch black lighter, and lights the cigar. Taking the cigar out of his mouth he blows out a smoke from the cigar and begins to speak.
Samuel Silas: I have a life that people would kill to have. I went to law school, I took control of many successful night clubs as well as casinos in Chicago. I am a multimillionaire, but it seems as if even though all of these things just are enough to fill myself. I have another thing to check off of my bucket list. I have managed wrestlers from all over the world, but yet I have never once got into the ring with another man before last week when I was cleverly beaten out of my win last week against the veteran Neptune. Although I was still beaten in that match I made a hell of an impact in the UWA world. I showed that I had the potential, and boy am I ready for it to show. I have been training men my whole life to reach their true potential many became championship holders in many different federations. Even though with my lack of success I decided to go into the business myself and to earn my name into some record books along with some greats.
Although my resume is quite impressive nothing that is written on the sheet of paper matters in the world of wrestling. So I started with a clean plate like the rest of them. The lost last week was a big punch in the gut to me. I mean losing your first match is always a hard thing to swallow, but I am going to turn my new career around. I have got time to turn that losing streak into a winning streak for the ages in no time. It is time for me to prove myself to the UWA roster and Ryan Blake that I have what it takes and that is exactly what I plan on doing this week against a man that calls himself Joel Hall.
Samuel once again removes the cigar from his mouth and releases a puff of smoke into the air before continuing on.
Samuel Silas: Joel, you declare that you already know my kind. You call me a playboy such character, but I am much more than that Joel. I am a man with the strength, mental, and physicality skills to become the most respected man in the world. I am the Donald Trump of the generation, I am the man with the money that everyone hates just because I actually earned my way into life. As I was living my dream as a layer in Chicago, Illinois, the rest of you were just sitting on the couch hoping that success would come straight to you. You were hoping that success would come knocking at your door. Joel, you were much like that man I just kicked out of my establishment, a drunk that is waiting for reality to smack him in the face. Although this week for you, I will be doing much, much more to you than just smacking you around the ring.
Joel, you complain that you are the only hardcore wrestler on the roster. You say that I am a normal Technical Dirty type of wrestler in the ring. Joel, if you keep thinking that then you will be horribly mistaken big time. I am much more than you think I am. When I am done with you this week you will have nightmares of me in your dreams. You will keep playing the match over and over in your head how you were kicked around like a little rag doll in that ring with me. Joel, I don't know who you think you are but, I sure ass hell know who you really are. Does the name El Mideo Extremo ring a bell to you Mr. Hall? What it does? Well lets talk about the true you shall we?
Joel, I can do my research. If you were trying to hide this from the rest of the roster than I have something to tell you...you didn't do a very good job at hiding it from us. Joel, I know all about your former self. You were a luchador in the wrestling federation known as WCF. Of course, I have never heard of a place of that name but I think I can give you a summary of your career there as your old luchador self. You competed in one of there patent matches known as War X. A yearly royal rumble that has made and braked Hall of Famers such as Brad Kane, Logan, and Slickie T. After you lost in that match you just magically disappeared with no one to be looking for you. So you join the UWA claiming to be a new person and hide your past from the world of wrestling. Well Joel I have something to tell you if that is the case. Anything and everything you do in that ring is permanently recorded somewhere in the world. It is just the matter of finding that somewhere to unravel the secrets of your past.
Joel I seem to know a lot about you, yet you don't know a lot about me. Well that will all change this week in the ring when I win leaving you lying on that mat helpless. I will make a name for myself in the UWA and you will never forget me. You better be ready for what comes next in that ring, because it will change a man forever. In that ring I will get the win, I will humiliate you in front of the whole UWA universe and the whole UWA roster. I will teach you to do your homework on the man you are facing more than the whole roster, but when we are in the ring, you must remember this. Anything that happens in that ring isn't personal, its just business.
The scene fades away into darkness.
Man in Line: Why the hell can't we come in? We are just as important as the last couple of bunch of people that went in and you are just surrounding us with this piece of red shit of a rope.
Bouncer: Sir, please calm down. I don't have to be the one to throw you out of here, I can call the police, I could call my manager, or I could even call the owner of this fine establishment and allow him to do it. With all of those options, if you don't start to shut your mouth I would enjoy throwing you out myself. So if you want to get in then put a cap in it!
The man in the line immediately shuts his mouth, not sure if it is from intimidation or from embarrassment. It seems as if he can't decide upon the two options of his reasoning to be so mute. The scene remains the same for several seconds, with the people silently standing within the two red ropes and the bouncer standing above them. Suddenly a shadow of a different character covers some of the breams from the neon lights on the buildings. He walks up to the man, without looking at the long line of people in front of him. He doesn't even give them a single glance. The man is wearing very formal attire, not so formal for a wedding or funeral, but a nice dress shirt and tie combo with black dress pants and such. He walks straight up to the bouncer and the bouncer immediately moves out of the way allowing the man to safely enter the night club.
In the night club the man walks through a dark hallway leading to the shining of multicolored lights in a unorganized manner. He walks slowly foot by foot hitting the floor of the establishment, he finally reaches the end of the hallway and the main room of the establishment. He looks on to see a house full of men standing and sitting on table eating food like on other. People are dancing and some are just sitting and relaxing to the sounds of the high based music. There are multiple black leather chairs, and wooden tables in the room. In the far corner there is a wooden bar attached to the floor. There are about ten black stools estimated on the bar. About five of them are occupied by customers. After studying the establishment moment of business the man makes his way into the main occurrence of business, the dance floor.
Step after step on the dance floor sounds like the exact same sound as the beginning sounds of the outside of the establishment. He continues to move through the people on the dance floor, with random colored beams hitting him in the body from the waist up. A cute blonde stops in front of him and begins to talk to him.
Blonde: Well hello, what have we here?
Samuel Silas: Hello miss. Are you enjoying yourself this fine night?
Blonde: Not as much as I would be with you around me.
Samuel Silas: Well, how about I make you a deal. I am on business right now to talk to the owner of this club. How about you write your number on this piece of paper, and maybe we can get together some time. What do you say?
Blonde: Ahh, I guess that will have to work.
The blonde grabs Samuels hand as well as pulls out a black sharpie marker. Samuel puts his other hand on her's. He looks at her as well as her look at him.
Samuel Silas: Miss, I believe I said piece of paper. It would not look very professional with black marker on my hand now would it?
Samuel moves her hand away from his. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a piece of blank paper that just happened to be there like he was expecting to retrieve someone's phone number. He hands it to the blonde as she writes her number on the paper. He retrieves it from her and says his goodbyes.
Samuel Silas: Thank you, I cant wait till that time, but before then this is all I can give you.
He grabs her hand and kisses the top of her hand, making her blush as he walks away leaving the blonde all red and googly eyed in the face. He then looks at that paper for a brief second before heading towards one of the black trash cans around the club and throws the paper away. He just smirks as he leaves her waiting for a call when she gets home as he goes on with his business in the night club. He reaches the bar, and picks a certain stool between two men that have had a little but too much to drink given that they are almost falling out of the black stools. He looks at the man on his left before interacting with the drunken man.
Samuel Silas: So, sir. You seem to be having a good time. Am I correct on my assumption?
Drunk Man #1: Man, why the fuck are you bothering me? You want to be in a fight? I think you are looking for someone to fight.
Samuel merely chuckles at the man before responding.
Samuel Silas: Sir, I believe that you have had a little too much to drink considering your breath completely reeks of alcohol. I am hoping that you don't plan on driving home, that would be rather foolish.
Drunken Man #1: Did you just call me a fool?
Samuel Silas: Sir, I believe you are misunderstanding me. You can barely stand and...
The drunken man interrupts him in the middle of his statement. The drunk stands up wobbling trying to intimidate Samuel.
Drunken Man #1: I will ask you again, did you...or did you not. Just call me a fool? If so I am going to have to kick your ass.
Samuel just laughs and responds to the man standing in front of everyone.
Samuel Silas: Sir, I am the owner of this fine establishment. Now, I recommend that you sit your drunk ass down and talk to me or walk your useless ass out of my club, because I am not going to stand you talking to me like that. So I suggest you better get moving.
The drunk man starts to walk away but turns and throws a punch at Samuel. He catches it with his quick reflexes, and turns his hand twisting the drunk man's. The man cowers in pain as Samuel lets go. He then immediately runs out of the club, through the black dark hallway, and outside near the parking lot. Samuel then just turns the stool to find the man on the right of him cower with fear from Samuel.
Samuel Silas: Where you going?
Drunken Man #2: I am getting out of here!
The second man that was sitting on Samuel's side follows the path of the man running before him. Samuel gets up from the stool and nods at the bartender who then hits a button under the liquor display. Samuel walks to a dark wall in the deepest part of the club. A little black bump is on the wall about finger length. It is almost invisible to the untrained eye. Samuel turns the little button and the wall swings in like it was a door. Samuel goes into the room where the mystery door leads leaving the life of the party at the dance floor.
In the small room is a set of stars in which he slowly ascends up and onto the top of them. Once he reaches the top there is a room with tinted windows overlooking the entire club. In the mysterious deck is a black leather chair with a side table besides the chair. Also in the room is a wooden desk on the other side of the room with a laptop located square in the middle of the desk. Samuel sits down in the black chair as he reaches over towards the tall side table. He reaches for the only drawer in the table. In the drawer there seems to be a collection of fancy cigars. Samuel grabs one and pops it in his mouth. He then reaches deeper in the drawer to find a pitch black lighter, and lights the cigar. Taking the cigar out of his mouth he blows out a smoke from the cigar and begins to speak.
Samuel Silas: I have a life that people would kill to have. I went to law school, I took control of many successful night clubs as well as casinos in Chicago. I am a multimillionaire, but it seems as if even though all of these things just are enough to fill myself. I have another thing to check off of my bucket list. I have managed wrestlers from all over the world, but yet I have never once got into the ring with another man before last week when I was cleverly beaten out of my win last week against the veteran Neptune. Although I was still beaten in that match I made a hell of an impact in the UWA world. I showed that I had the potential, and boy am I ready for it to show. I have been training men my whole life to reach their true potential many became championship holders in many different federations. Even though with my lack of success I decided to go into the business myself and to earn my name into some record books along with some greats.
Although my resume is quite impressive nothing that is written on the sheet of paper matters in the world of wrestling. So I started with a clean plate like the rest of them. The lost last week was a big punch in the gut to me. I mean losing your first match is always a hard thing to swallow, but I am going to turn my new career around. I have got time to turn that losing streak into a winning streak for the ages in no time. It is time for me to prove myself to the UWA roster and Ryan Blake that I have what it takes and that is exactly what I plan on doing this week against a man that calls himself Joel Hall.
Samuel once again removes the cigar from his mouth and releases a puff of smoke into the air before continuing on.
Samuel Silas: Joel, you declare that you already know my kind. You call me a playboy such character, but I am much more than that Joel. I am a man with the strength, mental, and physicality skills to become the most respected man in the world. I am the Donald Trump of the generation, I am the man with the money that everyone hates just because I actually earned my way into life. As I was living my dream as a layer in Chicago, Illinois, the rest of you were just sitting on the couch hoping that success would come straight to you. You were hoping that success would come knocking at your door. Joel, you were much like that man I just kicked out of my establishment, a drunk that is waiting for reality to smack him in the face. Although this week for you, I will be doing much, much more to you than just smacking you around the ring.
Joel, you complain that you are the only hardcore wrestler on the roster. You say that I am a normal Technical Dirty type of wrestler in the ring. Joel, if you keep thinking that then you will be horribly mistaken big time. I am much more than you think I am. When I am done with you this week you will have nightmares of me in your dreams. You will keep playing the match over and over in your head how you were kicked around like a little rag doll in that ring with me. Joel, I don't know who you think you are but, I sure ass hell know who you really are. Does the name El Mideo Extremo ring a bell to you Mr. Hall? What it does? Well lets talk about the true you shall we?
Joel, I can do my research. If you were trying to hide this from the rest of the roster than I have something to tell you...you didn't do a very good job at hiding it from us. Joel, I know all about your former self. You were a luchador in the wrestling federation known as WCF. Of course, I have never heard of a place of that name but I think I can give you a summary of your career there as your old luchador self. You competed in one of there patent matches known as War X. A yearly royal rumble that has made and braked Hall of Famers such as Brad Kane, Logan, and Slickie T. After you lost in that match you just magically disappeared with no one to be looking for you. So you join the UWA claiming to be a new person and hide your past from the world of wrestling. Well Joel I have something to tell you if that is the case. Anything and everything you do in that ring is permanently recorded somewhere in the world. It is just the matter of finding that somewhere to unravel the secrets of your past.
Joel I seem to know a lot about you, yet you don't know a lot about me. Well that will all change this week in the ring when I win leaving you lying on that mat helpless. I will make a name for myself in the UWA and you will never forget me. You better be ready for what comes next in that ring, because it will change a man forever. In that ring I will get the win, I will humiliate you in front of the whole UWA universe and the whole UWA roster. I will teach you to do your homework on the man you are facing more than the whole roster, but when we are in the ring, you must remember this. Anything that happens in that ring isn't personal, its just business.
The scene fades away into darkness.