The_Messiah
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- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
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[[A star is born... Wait, hold up! I’m not going to get into a whole big story of how great, this superstar is. Or how the fact that the term “superstar” reflects his ability to entertain a crowd. To entertain the opponent with catlike quickness and brute powers, then BANG! Your Beat. But that isn’t the point, this guy is more then your everyday, hero. He’s more then your everyday, wrestler for that matter. This is a man that is far beyond that, this man is far beyond the game itself or so he thinks... and believe me he isn’t afraid to tell you. He is very confident in what he does and I assure you once you have spoken to him, you will find that out. But HEY... why am I even saying this? What am I even? Just a silly voice over that you people are listening to. So with out further adieu, let’s focus on this guy and allow him to introduce himself to you the viewer, you the fan, you the other boys in the back, and the GXW president as we go to the introduction... Quiet, ok I’ll give you a second to get a bag of chip, popcorn, or whatever... Got it? The Soda too? Good... Let’s begin...]]
[[The Scene Opens... as a car, Ford Taurus pulls into the parking lot of the executives office... The two men get out of the car. They both have a pair of jeans on, one of them is wearing a black shirt that has small writing on it, can’t make out what it says... The Other guy just has plain white shirt on...The taller of the two pulls off his sun glasses in the blazing sun and speaks...]]
“Big place, huh?”
[[Smiling as he says it, the other guy gives a sly shrug...]]
“Let’s go!”
[[The walk up to and into the building. Looks even bigger instead, the two of them walk up the women at the front desk... Leaning on the counter, he speaks...]]
“And your name is?”
[[The women looks up with a annoyed face...]]
Women: “Can I help you?”
“Hmm, depends... can you?”
Women: “Excuse Me?”
“You heard me.”
[[A smile on his face as he is obviously giving this lady a hard time...]]
Women: “Sir I’m going to call security...”
[[She is interrupted by the other man, the smaller guy of the two...]]
“Ma’am please don’t do that. You see my friend here is a little rude. We are hear to see Mr. Zieba.”
Women: “Uhm, do you have an appointment?”
“As a matter of fact.. We do.”
Women: “Ok, let me confirm it in my computer.”
[[She begins to type something up...]]
Women: “Your Names?”
“My name is Johnny Cade, and this man is named, Dallas Winston.”
[[She types it in...]]
Women: “Ok, it says here that you have appointment at 5:30...Take the Elevator up to the sixth floor, down the hall...third door on the left, the last door.”
[[Winston looks as they walk off...]]
Winston: “Bye!”
[[Johnny tells him to come on as they walk off and the women just looks at him, then begins to file her nails...She mumbles to herself...]]
Women: “Jerk!”
[[They both hop onto the Elevator... *DING*... They get off...]]
Winston: “Which way she say?”
Johnny: “Left, down the hallway.”
Winston: “Let’s roll.”
[[The walk down the hallway and come up to a door... The door reads... President Erik Zieba... Johnny knocks a couple of times as they walk in... Mr. Zieba is shown sitting in a luxurious black leather seat, behind his larger then life desk. He motions for the men to take a seat, he is finishing up a phone...]]
Zieba: “Well, I don’t care what he wants! You tell him, it is what I WANT!”
[[He puts his hand over the phone... as his face turns into a Ronald McDonald like face...]]
Zieba: “I’ll be with you men in a minute.”
[[Turning back into Satan...]]
Zieba: “Well, Tell him it’s my Final Offer and that’s it... BYE!”
[[Slams down the phone...]]
Zieba: “People theses days fellas... I tell you.”
[[Smiling as he gets up to shake the two guys hands...]]
Johnny: “So, Mr. Zieba.”
Zieba: “Call me, Erik... guys!”
Johnny: “Erik... I’m the manager Johnny Cade, and this is my client and the best damn wrestler out there. Dallas Winston!”
Zieba: “Oh yeah, I’ve heard things about you, son.”
[[Looking down.. at papers..]]
Zieba: “Looks to me that you have won every title you could win in, SCW. Nice, it also says you call yourself... The Messiah!”
[[Winston looks with a grin...]]
Winston: “That’s correct.”
Zieba: “Hmm, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Winston: “Not at all... Simple story I won a tournament of matches amongst a number of wrestlers. The Winner would be named “The Messiah of The Mat”... Since then I’ve been that, I have been a Messiahlike figure. I’ve been given the name I’m running with it. And it isn’t just a name, though. Your boys will find that out soon enough when they face me.”
Zieba: “Confident! I like that!”
Winston: “You haven’t even seen the confidence, yet!”
[[There is an awkward pause for a moment...]]
Johnny: “So, Erik when will we be seeing Winston in action?”
Zieba: “Well, I want to get this guy on as soon as I can. But we run a tight ship here. So I can’t make any promises right now. But I will contact the two of you within the next week or so.”
Johnny: “Ok, until then He’ll be training and be in tip top shape for his debut.”
[[Johnny shakes hands with Zieba... As Zieba points to where his personal restroom is...]]
Winston: “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you.”
Zieba: “Oh but the pleasure is all mine!”
Winston: “Well, I know that.”
[[Winston says with grin...and Zieba gives a small laugh...]]
Zieba: “I see a lot of talent in you kid, you can go places in this company... don’t screw up!”
Winston: “Oh I’m going places in this company, just like I have in every company. Simply put, Mr. Zieba... You don’t screw up.”
[[Johnny walks out of the bathroom...]]
Johnny: “Are you ready?”
Winston: “Let’s go.”
Johnny: “Once again thanks, Mr. Zieba.”
[[The two men exit the room as the scene closes out with Erik Zieba sitting his chair smiling...]]
[[The Scene Opens... as a car, Ford Taurus pulls into the parking lot of the executives office... The two men get out of the car. They both have a pair of jeans on, one of them is wearing a black shirt that has small writing on it, can’t make out what it says... The Other guy just has plain white shirt on...The taller of the two pulls off his sun glasses in the blazing sun and speaks...]]
“Big place, huh?”
[[Smiling as he says it, the other guy gives a sly shrug...]]
“Let’s go!”
[[The walk up to and into the building. Looks even bigger instead, the two of them walk up the women at the front desk... Leaning on the counter, he speaks...]]
“And your name is?”
[[The women looks up with a annoyed face...]]
Women: “Can I help you?”
“Hmm, depends... can you?”
Women: “Excuse Me?”
“You heard me.”
[[A smile on his face as he is obviously giving this lady a hard time...]]
Women: “Sir I’m going to call security...”
[[She is interrupted by the other man, the smaller guy of the two...]]
“Ma’am please don’t do that. You see my friend here is a little rude. We are hear to see Mr. Zieba.”
Women: “Uhm, do you have an appointment?”
“As a matter of fact.. We do.”
Women: “Ok, let me confirm it in my computer.”
[[She begins to type something up...]]
Women: “Your Names?”
“My name is Johnny Cade, and this man is named, Dallas Winston.”
[[She types it in...]]
Women: “Ok, it says here that you have appointment at 5:30...Take the Elevator up to the sixth floor, down the hall...third door on the left, the last door.”
[[Winston looks as they walk off...]]
Winston: “Bye!”
[[Johnny tells him to come on as they walk off and the women just looks at him, then begins to file her nails...She mumbles to herself...]]
Women: “Jerk!”
[[They both hop onto the Elevator... *DING*... They get off...]]
Winston: “Which way she say?”
Johnny: “Left, down the hallway.”
Winston: “Let’s roll.”
[[The walk down the hallway and come up to a door... The door reads... President Erik Zieba... Johnny knocks a couple of times as they walk in... Mr. Zieba is shown sitting in a luxurious black leather seat, behind his larger then life desk. He motions for the men to take a seat, he is finishing up a phone...]]
Zieba: “Well, I don’t care what he wants! You tell him, it is what I WANT!”
[[He puts his hand over the phone... as his face turns into a Ronald McDonald like face...]]
Zieba: “I’ll be with you men in a minute.”
[[Turning back into Satan...]]
Zieba: “Well, Tell him it’s my Final Offer and that’s it... BYE!”
[[Slams down the phone...]]
Zieba: “People theses days fellas... I tell you.”
[[Smiling as he gets up to shake the two guys hands...]]
Johnny: “So, Mr. Zieba.”
Zieba: “Call me, Erik... guys!”
Johnny: “Erik... I’m the manager Johnny Cade, and this is my client and the best damn wrestler out there. Dallas Winston!”
Zieba: “Oh yeah, I’ve heard things about you, son.”
[[Looking down.. at papers..]]
Zieba: “Looks to me that you have won every title you could win in, SCW. Nice, it also says you call yourself... The Messiah!”
[[Winston looks with a grin...]]
Winston: “That’s correct.”
Zieba: “Hmm, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Winston: “Not at all... Simple story I won a tournament of matches amongst a number of wrestlers. The Winner would be named “The Messiah of The Mat”... Since then I’ve been that, I have been a Messiahlike figure. I’ve been given the name I’m running with it. And it isn’t just a name, though. Your boys will find that out soon enough when they face me.”
Zieba: “Confident! I like that!”
Winston: “You haven’t even seen the confidence, yet!”
[[There is an awkward pause for a moment...]]
Johnny: “So, Erik when will we be seeing Winston in action?”
Zieba: “Well, I want to get this guy on as soon as I can. But we run a tight ship here. So I can’t make any promises right now. But I will contact the two of you within the next week or so.”
Johnny: “Ok, until then He’ll be training and be in tip top shape for his debut.”
[[Johnny shakes hands with Zieba... As Zieba points to where his personal restroom is...]]
Winston: “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you.”
Zieba: “Oh but the pleasure is all mine!”
Winston: “Well, I know that.”
[[Winston says with grin...and Zieba gives a small laugh...]]
Zieba: “I see a lot of talent in you kid, you can go places in this company... don’t screw up!”
Winston: “Oh I’m going places in this company, just like I have in every company. Simply put, Mr. Zieba... You don’t screw up.”
[[Johnny walks out of the bathroom...]]
Johnny: “Are you ready?”
Winston: “Let’s go.”
Johnny: “Once again thanks, Mr. Zieba.”
[[The two men exit the room as the scene closes out with Erik Zieba sitting his chair smiling...]]