Post by Steve on Jun 14, 2006 14:00:25 GMT -5
As the scene begins, the camera is focused in on a pair of feet. Feet clad in a pair of casual, yet still extravagantly expensive pair of loafers. The camera begins to pan ever so slowly upward, connecting the feet to a pair of legs covered by the high-quality denim of a pair of designer jeans. Next, the exquisite cotton-poly blend of a McPro t-shirt; specifically, a shirt depicting the Tag Team Champions of McPro, the Upper Class Connection. You've probably guessed who this is by now, but any possible doubt is erased as this shot reaches it's apex, and the face of Jason Wesley comes into view. Nothing is unusual. Every hair is in place, and the sunglasses that cost more than most people's monthly mortgage payment rest across the bridge of his nose. One of the McPro Tag Team Championship Belts itself glimmers from his shoulder, and the self-confidence oozes out from him.
[Jason]: Orochi Geese.... what can I say about him?
Jason shrugs slightly, to physically illustrate his question.
[Jason]: He's a very powerful man. He's the head of a mega business conglomerate, with multi-million dollar cereal franchises and wrestling promotions under his corporate umbrella. He's a larger than life prescence... both in action and word. He's big... he's bad.... he's yellow. So it boggles the mind that a man with so much power, and so much influence... could have a brain the size of a grain of salt, and be as dense as a forty-foot-thick concrete wall!
Jason shakes his head, partly in confusion, partly in disgust. He then looks directly into the camera, and removes his shades.
[Jason]: So, Geese, look at me... and I'll try to explain this verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry sloooooooooooooooooooooooooowly so that you can understand... OK?
Jason takes a deep breath, and begins.
[Jason]: You're not in Southtown anymore, Toto. Maybe in your Orochi-O's corporate tower you're the "Ruler of Chaos"... and maybe the drones you have on your payroll actually buy into your garbage. But here in the real world, you're just some big goof, wrestling in an over-sized Halloween costume! And maybe stuff like that's commonplace in McPro, usually... But we're not usual, and we're the furthest thing from common you've ever seen. I mean, do you know who you're screwing around with? I mean, honestly.... do you?! You must not.... 'cause what you did... you've gotta be ignorant. Nobody is stupid enough to pull a stunt like you did.... I refuse to believe that I share genetic makeup with something that dumb. So let me clue you in.
Jason pauses for a mere moment, before continuing on.
[Jason]: The man's name is Chapel Hillcrest. And make no mistake, he is the man. He's a good man.... and he's a humble man. S'why he ain't here... he sees no need in telling you what he's gonna do, when he could save his breath, and just do it. But he can be a very bad man, too... and when you lay your hands on a man's family, and when you disrespect a man's faith.... then that flesh tends to rise up inside a man, and that dark part of him that he tries to keep under subjection, that black part of his soul that he fights everyday... it comes out. And God have mercy on the poor soul that woke it up.
Jason points towards the camera as if to remind Geese that it was him.
[Jason]: As for me, I try to be tolerant. I try to understand when people who're ignorant bash my faith. I try to look the other way when somebody goes after one of my best friends and his family. I try to stay peaceful, and I try to stay calm. But then.... you went, and spat on our giant cheque, you sonufa-
Jason stops himself, and takes a deep breath, trying to
ntain his cool.
[Jason]: Right now, we've sent the cheque off for extensive de-contamination. Lord only knows what's been in your mouth... and the cheque doesn't deserve to be drenched in that bile. But come June 20th, one week from today... the Upper Class Connection does a little de-contaminating of our own, when we send you packing from McPro. You want chaos?
Jason puts his shades back on, and smirks, as the camera zooms in for a close-up.
[Jason]: ...you're gonna get it... fatboy.
Fade to black.
[Jason]: Orochi Geese.... what can I say about him?
Jason shrugs slightly, to physically illustrate his question.
[Jason]: He's a very powerful man. He's the head of a mega business conglomerate, with multi-million dollar cereal franchises and wrestling promotions under his corporate umbrella. He's a larger than life prescence... both in action and word. He's big... he's bad.... he's yellow. So it boggles the mind that a man with so much power, and so much influence... could have a brain the size of a grain of salt, and be as dense as a forty-foot-thick concrete wall!
Jason shakes his head, partly in confusion, partly in disgust. He then looks directly into the camera, and removes his shades.
[Jason]: So, Geese, look at me... and I'll try to explain this verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry sloooooooooooooooooooooooooowly so that you can understand... OK?
Jason takes a deep breath, and begins.
[Jason]: You're not in Southtown anymore, Toto. Maybe in your Orochi-O's corporate tower you're the "Ruler of Chaos"... and maybe the drones you have on your payroll actually buy into your garbage. But here in the real world, you're just some big goof, wrestling in an over-sized Halloween costume! And maybe stuff like that's commonplace in McPro, usually... But we're not usual, and we're the furthest thing from common you've ever seen. I mean, do you know who you're screwing around with? I mean, honestly.... do you?! You must not.... 'cause what you did... you've gotta be ignorant. Nobody is stupid enough to pull a stunt like you did.... I refuse to believe that I share genetic makeup with something that dumb. So let me clue you in.
Jason pauses for a mere moment, before continuing on.
[Jason]: The man's name is Chapel Hillcrest. And make no mistake, he is the man. He's a good man.... and he's a humble man. S'why he ain't here... he sees no need in telling you what he's gonna do, when he could save his breath, and just do it. But he can be a very bad man, too... and when you lay your hands on a man's family, and when you disrespect a man's faith.... then that flesh tends to rise up inside a man, and that dark part of him that he tries to keep under subjection, that black part of his soul that he fights everyday... it comes out. And God have mercy on the poor soul that woke it up.
Jason points towards the camera as if to remind Geese that it was him.
[Jason]: As for me, I try to be tolerant. I try to understand when people who're ignorant bash my faith. I try to look the other way when somebody goes after one of my best friends and his family. I try to stay peaceful, and I try to stay calm. But then.... you went, and spat on our giant cheque, you sonufa-
Jason stops himself, and takes a deep breath, trying to
ntain his cool.[Jason]: Right now, we've sent the cheque off for extensive de-contamination. Lord only knows what's been in your mouth... and the cheque doesn't deserve to be drenched in that bile. But come June 20th, one week from today... the Upper Class Connection does a little de-contaminating of our own, when we send you packing from McPro. You want chaos?
Jason puts his shades back on, and smirks, as the camera zooms in for a close-up.
[Jason]: ...you're gonna get it... fatboy.
Fade to black.
