Post by Samuel Silas on Jan 19, 2012 17:34:05 GMT -5
Scene 1
The sound of a car engine is hear over lapping the cameras sense of hearing. Nothing can be heard but he rawr or the engine that has been heard before. The sight is the same as you would have expected. A nice Ferrari is sitting in the parking lot of a vey nice and complicated establishment. Random lights hit the car hiding its original color from the camera and everyone around it. The lights look familiar, by there seems to be a difference in setting. The cars engine stops as a mans foot seems to step out of the vehicle. A very nice brown dress shoe is the shoe that is on the foot of the man getting out of the car. The rest of the body is seen when it steps out and into the bright colored lights coming from he building. The man is none other than Samuel Silas, the #1 Contender for the UWA World Championship. The man shuts the elegant door with much class as he slowly and softly shuts the door before adjusting his suits blazer. He then slowly takes step after step ascending to the building. The lights are shining in him making him look multicolored at times and solid colored some at other times. He reaches the door of the establishment and reaches for the handle. He grasps he knob with all of his hand strength and slowly yet swiftly pulling he door open. He then walks past the door allowing it to shut behind him.
He then ascends to he center of the club. The sound of pop music seem to just blare a knot into his ear drums. He continues to walk through the giant and energetic crowd of teenagers and young adults. He gets all he way to the over side of the room and looks for a certain door. He finds it and reaches for the door knob. He finds it with his hands and twists in a clock motion. The door swings open and he walks into the new room of the unknown establishment.
He reaches the new room and there is another man in the room sitting in a big black leather chair. The room has a smokey feeling and smell to it. Samuel seems to just walk up to the man and give him a handshake. After the handshake, Samuel sits in he chair directly across from the other mans chair. The man seems to be a very obese man. The suit he is wearing looks like it could pop off at any moment of time. The men seem to speak to one another in a casual manner.
Don Greg: So Samuel, what brings you here?
Samuel Silas: Ohh nothing more than business. So I heard that you and the rest of the boys were looking to get a nice little game going. Are the rumors correct? Will there be a game with the usual boys?
Don Greg: Indeed they are Samuel. I am actually surprised you are interested in joining in on the fun. I personally didnt think that you would be interested at all in joining the game. Patrick, Neal, George, actually none of us thought that we would ever see you here anytime soon.
Samuel just smiles before replying.
Samuel Silas: Well you know how I like to have some good old fashioned fun. What did you guys have in mind? Well besides the part of laying on your asses and doing nothing while everyone makes money for you guys.
Don Greg: Woah, I think a button was just pushed. Samuel, we are club owners we dont give a shit about what goes on in and out of the club. All we care about is making money and for some reason you just cant see that right now, but you will when you become the business man that you always wanted to be. Ohh nothing too special, just the usual. Monopoly twist with our own properties as the board game. Real money and yadda yadda. It should be a good time.
Samuel Silas: That sounds rather intriguing but I think I am going to have to pass on he offer. I have more important things to do with my life than to play a little game with the cheapest men on the planet.
Don Greg: Samuel, why even come here if you are just going to insults us like so? I mean come on man have some respect for your old friend Don and the rest of us. We were the ones that practically pulled you into the business of owning the clubs. Don't forget that. You own us a shit load. You should be praising at our feet that we led you to such riches and wealth.
Samuel smiles again before replying. He seems to shake off the smirk before he continues on with his assaulting Don with his words.
Samuel Silas: Don, I am in a new line of work. I actually have to work my ass off besides making other people do it for me like your fat ass. I am working on my future career and you are doing nothing but just sitting and getting fat all day. You need to wise up and learn how to do stuff yourself. I am pretty sure other people are sick and tired of doing other stuff for your lazy ass.
Don Greg: Samuel, you are not a wrestler. You may be able to train You are a manager, ever since you joined the UWA you have been a pain in he ass to be able to talk too. I don't care who you have to beat, Manubu, Manaboob, whatever the he'll his name is.
Samuel Silas: It is Manabu. I am not fond of him either but at least give him some respect and call him by his real name you jackass. Don, I hate defending him, but you are the biggest ass hat I have seen in this entire business and don't think that I am going to stand here and listen to the bull shit that comes out of your mouth.
Don Greg: I really don't give a shit. You have lost it! You use to be a man that I thought I new but now you are just becoming someone that I didnt know was inside of you.
Samuel Silas: What a decent man that want to make his own money and not have others do the work and stuff for mr. Don, you are the one that needs to lose something and that is a few hundred pounds. I on the over hand have everything under control. How about you worry about your sad little fat ass and I will worry about my own.
Don Greg: Hey! No one talks to me like that. You better put your ass where you mouth is. Boys, get your asses in here!
Men in black blazers walk into the room. They grab Samuel by the shoulders tightly and start to throw him out, but he gets loose. The men dont chase him they just let him walk on his own with the men watching him exit the club.
Samuel Silas: Manabu, you have been a thorn in my side. I have claimed that championship as mine, and I will make that statement true tonight. You are nothing but a little Japanese piece if shit. Manabu, you discuss me on your actions with that championship. You are a mistake and a disgrace to your entire country and the UWA. Hell, we don't even know if your ass is legal in these United States. After the match I will make you go back to your country with nothing more by embarrassment to show for your time here in the United States. I dont know who you think you are but you will be nothing more than a bloody pulp when I am done with you. The era of Samuel Silas has begun, and you will feel the true wrath of the real Samuel Silas.
Manabu, I am tired if being told that I am just a manager and i can't do what my clients do in that ring. I am going to prove myself to the entire UWA. First it was Andy, and you were able to slip my grasp last week, by you wont be able to his week at iNew Years. I will come out of the Ironman match the new UWA Champion, and I will wear that belt proudly until I choose to give it up. You are nothing more than a pawn in my career as an UWA superstar. When this all over, remember this...it is nothing personal...it is just my destiny!
Scene 2
The sight of an unknown man holding up a World Championship of some sort is seen. The champion is a very beefy man, he is a man that could be considered a little over weight to some. He is wearing a one piece in which the theme colors of the attire are black and white. The sight of Samuel Silas standing to the side of the ring celebrating as well as the heavy man in the ring. Several shots of men holding up championships and Samuel is out of the ring celebrating as well. Speaking interrupts the different champions.
Mysterious voice: The men that has won many championships yet i have nothing to show for it. It is time for me to change that in the UWA. I will prove I have my own skills to be successful in the professional wrestling world. So as I say this I resign as the manager and talent relations president. I give my farewells.
The flashbacks end.
Darkness. Just plain darkness is all that can be seen. Nothing more and nothing less. He color black just is the center piece of the entire idea behind the scene. There is nothing more to describe besides how much darkness there is in the view. Slowly yet steadily a sound of a persons voice starts to come in. The sight of Samuel Silas standing in his usual attire if tuxedoed and sports jackets. There is just the sight if a fireplace behind him. A fire isn't lit yet, but the warmth is felt through the camera screen. He looks at the camera before speaking to it. As soon as he starts to talk he fire behind him let's off a small spark.
Samuel Silas: This the only thing that lays in my entire career here in my world of professional wrestling. Nothing, yet I have filled others resume with impressive information.
The fire place starts to flare up with a small fire.
Samuel Silas: Sure I have money to my name, but what else do I really have and have accomplished in lifes challenges? Manabu, you will be the example of who I am and what I am capable of doing to the human body. The cation of my true self has only been cracked open. At iNew Year I will let that creature inside if he cacoon be known to the entire United States. I will make this statement a reality very soon.
The Japanese Playboy will be my first victim of the creature inside of myself. The monster will be known by millions, around the world. My name will be chanted around the world about the man that completely changed professional wrestling. Now Manabu, I am helping you be in the record books. You will be the first ever man that will be attacked by the true man of Samuel Silas. I am tired of everyone underestimating me. When I am done with Manabu, the competitors will be scared for there lives when they enter that ring with me. You all will remember the name as Samuel Silas! It time for me to join my clients on championship row.
The scene ends as the flame in the fire place flares up almost like a forest fire. It immediately goes out as soon as the scene ends.
The sound of a car engine is hear over lapping the cameras sense of hearing. Nothing can be heard but he rawr or the engine that has been heard before. The sight is the same as you would have expected. A nice Ferrari is sitting in the parking lot of a vey nice and complicated establishment. Random lights hit the car hiding its original color from the camera and everyone around it. The lights look familiar, by there seems to be a difference in setting. The cars engine stops as a mans foot seems to step out of the vehicle. A very nice brown dress shoe is the shoe that is on the foot of the man getting out of the car. The rest of the body is seen when it steps out and into the bright colored lights coming from he building. The man is none other than Samuel Silas, the #1 Contender for the UWA World Championship. The man shuts the elegant door with much class as he slowly and softly shuts the door before adjusting his suits blazer. He then slowly takes step after step ascending to the building. The lights are shining in him making him look multicolored at times and solid colored some at other times. He reaches the door of the establishment and reaches for the handle. He grasps he knob with all of his hand strength and slowly yet swiftly pulling he door open. He then walks past the door allowing it to shut behind him.
He then ascends to he center of the club. The sound of pop music seem to just blare a knot into his ear drums. He continues to walk through the giant and energetic crowd of teenagers and young adults. He gets all he way to the over side of the room and looks for a certain door. He finds it and reaches for the door knob. He finds it with his hands and twists in a clock motion. The door swings open and he walks into the new room of the unknown establishment.
He reaches the new room and there is another man in the room sitting in a big black leather chair. The room has a smokey feeling and smell to it. Samuel seems to just walk up to the man and give him a handshake. After the handshake, Samuel sits in he chair directly across from the other mans chair. The man seems to be a very obese man. The suit he is wearing looks like it could pop off at any moment of time. The men seem to speak to one another in a casual manner.
Don Greg: So Samuel, what brings you here?
Samuel Silas: Ohh nothing more than business. So I heard that you and the rest of the boys were looking to get a nice little game going. Are the rumors correct? Will there be a game with the usual boys?
Don Greg: Indeed they are Samuel. I am actually surprised you are interested in joining in on the fun. I personally didnt think that you would be interested at all in joining the game. Patrick, Neal, George, actually none of us thought that we would ever see you here anytime soon.
Samuel just smiles before replying.
Samuel Silas: Well you know how I like to have some good old fashioned fun. What did you guys have in mind? Well besides the part of laying on your asses and doing nothing while everyone makes money for you guys.
Don Greg: Woah, I think a button was just pushed. Samuel, we are club owners we dont give a shit about what goes on in and out of the club. All we care about is making money and for some reason you just cant see that right now, but you will when you become the business man that you always wanted to be. Ohh nothing too special, just the usual. Monopoly twist with our own properties as the board game. Real money and yadda yadda. It should be a good time.
Samuel Silas: That sounds rather intriguing but I think I am going to have to pass on he offer. I have more important things to do with my life than to play a little game with the cheapest men on the planet.
Don Greg: Samuel, why even come here if you are just going to insults us like so? I mean come on man have some respect for your old friend Don and the rest of us. We were the ones that practically pulled you into the business of owning the clubs. Don't forget that. You own us a shit load. You should be praising at our feet that we led you to such riches and wealth.
Samuel smiles again before replying. He seems to shake off the smirk before he continues on with his assaulting Don with his words.
Samuel Silas: Don, I am in a new line of work. I actually have to work my ass off besides making other people do it for me like your fat ass. I am working on my future career and you are doing nothing but just sitting and getting fat all day. You need to wise up and learn how to do stuff yourself. I am pretty sure other people are sick and tired of doing other stuff for your lazy ass.
Don Greg: Samuel, you are not a wrestler. You may be able to train You are a manager, ever since you joined the UWA you have been a pain in he ass to be able to talk too. I don't care who you have to beat, Manubu, Manaboob, whatever the he'll his name is.
Samuel Silas: It is Manabu. I am not fond of him either but at least give him some respect and call him by his real name you jackass. Don, I hate defending him, but you are the biggest ass hat I have seen in this entire business and don't think that I am going to stand here and listen to the bull shit that comes out of your mouth.
Don Greg: I really don't give a shit. You have lost it! You use to be a man that I thought I new but now you are just becoming someone that I didnt know was inside of you.
Samuel Silas: What a decent man that want to make his own money and not have others do the work and stuff for mr. Don, you are the one that needs to lose something and that is a few hundred pounds. I on the over hand have everything under control. How about you worry about your sad little fat ass and I will worry about my own.
Don Greg: Hey! No one talks to me like that. You better put your ass where you mouth is. Boys, get your asses in here!
Men in black blazers walk into the room. They grab Samuel by the shoulders tightly and start to throw him out, but he gets loose. The men dont chase him they just let him walk on his own with the men watching him exit the club.
Samuel Silas: Manabu, you have been a thorn in my side. I have claimed that championship as mine, and I will make that statement true tonight. You are nothing but a little Japanese piece if shit. Manabu, you discuss me on your actions with that championship. You are a mistake and a disgrace to your entire country and the UWA. Hell, we don't even know if your ass is legal in these United States. After the match I will make you go back to your country with nothing more by embarrassment to show for your time here in the United States. I dont know who you think you are but you will be nothing more than a bloody pulp when I am done with you. The era of Samuel Silas has begun, and you will feel the true wrath of the real Samuel Silas.
Manabu, I am tired if being told that I am just a manager and i can't do what my clients do in that ring. I am going to prove myself to the entire UWA. First it was Andy, and you were able to slip my grasp last week, by you wont be able to his week at iNew Years. I will come out of the Ironman match the new UWA Champion, and I will wear that belt proudly until I choose to give it up. You are nothing more than a pawn in my career as an UWA superstar. When this all over, remember this...it is nothing personal...it is just my destiny!
Scene 2
The sight of an unknown man holding up a World Championship of some sort is seen. The champion is a very beefy man, he is a man that could be considered a little over weight to some. He is wearing a one piece in which the theme colors of the attire are black and white. The sight of Samuel Silas standing to the side of the ring celebrating as well as the heavy man in the ring. Several shots of men holding up championships and Samuel is out of the ring celebrating as well. Speaking interrupts the different champions.
Mysterious voice: The men that has won many championships yet i have nothing to show for it. It is time for me to change that in the UWA. I will prove I have my own skills to be successful in the professional wrestling world. So as I say this I resign as the manager and talent relations president. I give my farewells.
The flashbacks end.
Darkness. Just plain darkness is all that can be seen. Nothing more and nothing less. He color black just is the center piece of the entire idea behind the scene. There is nothing more to describe besides how much darkness there is in the view. Slowly yet steadily a sound of a persons voice starts to come in. The sight of Samuel Silas standing in his usual attire if tuxedoed and sports jackets. There is just the sight if a fireplace behind him. A fire isn't lit yet, but the warmth is felt through the camera screen. He looks at the camera before speaking to it. As soon as he starts to talk he fire behind him let's off a small spark.
Samuel Silas: This the only thing that lays in my entire career here in my world of professional wrestling. Nothing, yet I have filled others resume with impressive information.
The fire place starts to flare up with a small fire.
Samuel Silas: Sure I have money to my name, but what else do I really have and have accomplished in lifes challenges? Manabu, you will be the example of who I am and what I am capable of doing to the human body. The cation of my true self has only been cracked open. At iNew Year I will let that creature inside if he cacoon be known to the entire United States. I will make this statement a reality very soon.
The Japanese Playboy will be my first victim of the creature inside of myself. The monster will be known by millions, around the world. My name will be chanted around the world about the man that completely changed professional wrestling. Now Manabu, I am helping you be in the record books. You will be the first ever man that will be attacked by the true man of Samuel Silas. I am tired of everyone underestimating me. When I am done with Manabu, the competitors will be scared for there lives when they enter that ring with me. You all will remember the name as Samuel Silas! It time for me to join my clients on championship row.
The scene ends as the flame in the fire place flares up almost like a forest fire. It immediately goes out as soon as the scene ends.