Existing As Nonpareil - Ep 004
Oct 20, 2019 13:36:48 GMT -5
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Post by Union Jack on Oct 20, 2019 13:36:48 GMT -5
The View, Atlanta, GA. David Sinclair's Office High above the main arena in the upper section of ‘The View’ David Sinclair is sat at his desk. The general manager of GCW is all smiles in a grey suit and light blue shirt. Glancing downward as the small stack of papers slides back across his desk. “Now just to sign these and make this official…” Pen in hand, Sinclair freezes as a familiar voice slides in the opening door. “Sorry to interupt, but when I saw the name scheduled for the meeting, I just had to come by. You know, given the history and all I thought we should use a more personal touch.” Sinclair’s eyes threaten to roll from their sockets as Chris Parsons struts into the room. “Don’t worry Davey, I’ll handle it from here.” CUT The View, Atlanta, GA. Outside David Sinclair's Office David Sinclair steps out of his office, leans back against the closed door and lets out a deep, sigh of relief while gently shaking his head. A sudden booming “Ha!” makes Sinclair freeze. Slowly David lowers his head and looks out across the office of his personal assistant. There, stood across the room from him is Terry Diamond, former GCW CEO and David’s future father in law. “You really let that Jackass kick you out your own office, boy?” Sinclair shakes his head. “No, it’s not like that. Chris… he has a history with her. Good for business. He’ll get us a better price you know how these things work.” “Sure I do.” Terry grins. “And I know he just kicked you out your office.” “Terry, what the hell are you doing here?” “Me? I’m a shareholder. Remember your Pa’s will? I’m part of the furniture boy.” Terry crosses the office shaking his head. “Besides, Katies worried. Says between Parsons and this C.W guy, you’re on the verge of losing this company and David… Aint no broke ass loser marrying my daughter.” CUT The View, Atlanta, GA. Backstage The camera pans over GCW posters covering the Gate City View Arena's interior walls. Stylized faces pop out all across the hallways - Derren Archer, Frank Windsor, Mark Mitchell... The camera stops panning. Further down the hallway, a large man decked out in full anachronistic cowboy attire is strolling down the hallway, posters in hand. "Putting up some promos?" the cameraman shouts to the cowboy. The cowboy man huffs air past his handlebar mustache before reaching up to the posters... and tearing them down. "H-hey!" the cameraman shouts. "W-what are you doing?!" The cowboy gives the camera a glare, half-bemused, half-annoyed. "Taking these bounties before anyone else can." The cowboy utters, sterile confidence oozing from his gravelly voice. "Ain't it clear? Or is yer head too rusty to think right?" The cowboy reaches up to a pair of posters and pulls them down. "... what kinda name is Euthanasia?" CUT The View, Atlanta, GA. C.W's Office A ticking clock keeps acts as a metronome as The GCW Financier, the silver-maned C.W. sits staring daggers into the one functional eye of a man who had been making the day to day dealings of GCW ‘troublesome’ at best, Chris Parsons. A decanter containing a richly coloured liquid sits between them. A bucket of ice sits next sits upon a silver tray, condensation causing an occasional bead of water to run down the side of the bucket. A set of four low rimmed glasses encircled the decanter. Neither man dared look away from the other. It was a sign of weakness. Eventually tiring of the waiting, Parsons practically growls. “You wanted me here. I’m here, now talk old man.” The disgust in Parsons’ voice contains zero effort at masking it’s presence. Exhaling sharply, the grey haired ‘wiser’ man tries the path of reason, “Look Chris, I get it. If anyone ever will understand what’s going through your head, it’s me. I used to be impatient like you. When I was young.” “You just don’t get it Chris! This is bigger than your ego!” Pounding his fist upon the surface of the desk, it was clear C.W. was frustrated. Something about Parsons seemed to get to him. “Is that a fact?” Reaching across, Parsons uses the rings to place a few ice cubes in a low rim glass. Without hesitating or even asking, he pushes the first across the table and pours a second scotch from the decanter. Taking a sip, Parsons nods approvingly, “That’s pretty good.” Leaning back, Parsons clearly doesn’t feel the need to mince words. “Perhaps YOU don’t get it jinglenuts, or should I say grey bush? Nothing is bigger than my…” Coughing to add to his implied meaning, he finishes. “…ummmm…ego.” Clearly not amused, C.W.’s voice takes on a gravelly tone as he attempts to scold ‘The Nightmare’, “God damn it Chris! This is serious! You could destroy everything just because you want to be an asshole!” “Not exactly…” Pausing, he deposits the glass down upon the once pristine surface of C.W.’s desk. “…you old ass hypocrite. It’s more like; I could destroy everything because I want to be THE asshole.” Getting up, Parsons doesn’t leave any room for debates or rebuttal, he simply walks out of the office slamming the door behind him. CUT Earlier This Week The View, Atlanta, GA.GCW House Show The light's dim as the soft sound of Matt Mayor singing "Because He Lives" can be heard as spotlights shine down on the stage of The View revealing two men in white robes. The taller man steps forward dropping his robe revealing his identity as he begins to speak. Rev. Thomas Reece – My brother and sister's it would appear that the Lord has answered your prayers, as he has seen fit to allow Global Championship Wrestling to be saved! I have arrived yes, my brothers and sisters "The Savior" has arrived, but the Lord is not done with you my brother's and sisters, as he has put in motion his plan to save your souls and give you the ultimate prize of everlasting life. The Reverend motions to the other guy standing behind him to step forward next to him, he proudly steps forward. Rev. Thomas Reece – GCW, my brothers and sisters, you see my brother in Christ next to me, he has also been called to help me bring lost souls to the Lord and place them on the path to righteousness. My brother, show the GCW roster, and fans and the world who you are and your love for the Lord. The man drops his robe revealing who he is, it's none other than the protege of the good Reverends, "The Disciple" Elijah Sampson. Elijah Sampson can be heard shouting as he stands next to the good Reverend. Elijah Sampson – STEP FORWARD AND TESTIFY!!! Rev. Thomas Reece – You see, my brother, this man has a great heart and a good moral compass, but he knew he still needed the Lord and the Lord needed him. Yes, the Lord needed him to help bring lost souls to him. So allow me to introduce you to the GCW's answer to the evil that binds it "THE HANDS OF GOD"!!! The fans can be heard cheering as the good Reverend begins to go on into an impromptu sermon as "The Disciple" begins to walk down the ramp passing out small personal sized Bibles to the members of the audience. CUT Nikolais Roof, Atlanta, GA. Sparse candlelight casts shadow all about the white linens and dances an orange cascade across crystal champagne flutes giving them the appearance of being crafted from the flames themselves. A classic black tuxedo does it’s very best to give the one eyed GCW President of Corpratude the look of a classic Bond villain. “Ah, much better.” Pouring a glass of champagne, Parsons hands it through the shadows, the delicate hand of a female reaching from the darkness to take hold of the drink. “Like I was saying earlier. I think based on your history, you deserve a more personal touch. I hope everything is to your liking.” Leaning into the light, none other than former RSW Senior Referee, Shawna Savante comes into view. She’s a vision in a silver gown, but seems a little nervous. “Honestly, it’s a little quiet, but mostly I’m just…I’m surprised you’re going through all this trouble just for me. Especially since my audition match at Onslaught didn’t actually happen.” Nodding, Parsons chuckles; “You’re a very good referee Shawna, besides…” Clapping twice, a violinist hidden somewhere among the darkness begins to play. “…I enjoy spending C.W.’s money. That fucker certainly has enough.” His bitterness since Festival of Fights had manifested itself in many ways… First his alliance with Rob Riot, then his purchase of RSW, now this. “Before the food arrives, let’s get the easy stuff done.” Producing a briefcase, Parsons stands and places it before Shawna. “The contract you see there is exactly the same as the one Sinclair offered you except twenty percent more money and you report to me directly. What do you say Shawna?” Sipping ‘a little bit of the bubbly’ Shawna smiles as she lifts the contract to find a generous signing bonus, in cash. “I don’t know what you’re up to Parsons, but my morale's aren’t for sale.” Grinning ear to ear, Parsons responds with a touch of bass in his voice, I wouldn’t have it any other way…” CUT 656 Sports Bar & Grille Atlanta, GA. We cut in on a classic sports bar. David Sinclair and Terry Diamond as sat facing one another on bar stools, each holding a drink. David looks desperately uncomfortable, while Terry has an arrogant grin plastered across his face. David turns slightly, realizes the camera is on him and shakes his head. “Christ.” Sinclair moans. “Really Joey? Now?!” “Sure man!” Chirps Joey’s happy voice. “Why not?! Let’s make this thing official!” “Is this for your little thing?” Terry chuckles pointing at the camera. “Your web thing?” “EAN - Existing As Nonpareil.” Answers Joey “Sure is man! Wave to the fan’s!” “Well…” Laughing Terry nods to David. “You gonna tell ‘em or am I?” “For fuck sake” Sinclair shakes his head. “Do we really have to do this?” Terry quickly turns toward the camera, suddenly all ‘business’ “You heard it here first Siblings, Terry Diamond is on his way HOME to the GCW Siblings!” “WOOOO!” Joey turns the camera on his own smiling face. “The Eternal One is BACK BABY” Joey turns the camera back as Terry is grinning and Sinclair is slowly shaking his head. “Yo man! You should come with us next week!” Sinclair whips his head around on LaDude, eyes wide… Diamond turns looking intrigued. “Next week?” “Yeah man! Before the Pay Per View, we’re heading to Vegas for Davy boys bachelor party BAYBEE!!” “Oh, really?” Diamond looks slowly back to Sinclair. “Really?” CUT |