09-06-2014, 03:59 PM
*Several days ago. Sometime after Gator winning the TV title*
*Gator stands in Ozymandias' office, his TV title around his waist. Ozy's office, a well furnished room with a large window overlooking a beautiful view of the unnamed city. Ozymandias sits in his office chair behind a large dark wooden desk; his fingers pressed together looking at Gator, who is still looking away after walking past Ozy's hot assistant in a pencil dress, showing off her hourglass figure. Ozymandias looks at his hot assistant as she holds the door open for an awe stricken Gator*
OZYMANDIAS: "Thank you. That will be all."
*The hot assistant nods and turns around swaying her hips as she walks back to her desk. Ozy and Gator both watch her walk away*
"She single?"
*Gator turns back to Ozy after asking the question. Both men look at each other, still pleased from the image they saw*
OZYMANDIAS: "Perhaps. Would you like to take a seat Gator?"
“On her? Sure.”
*He laughs and opens his palm to a leather seat adjacent to his desk. Gator ignores Ozy's offering and walks to the large bookshelf against the right hand wall*
"Nah, I'm happy standing."
*Gator pulls at books at random, making them lean out of the bookshelf as he scans the spines, reading the titles*
"You got Frank Miller's Sin City collection?"
OZYMANDIAS: "No. Mostly real literature, no comic books."
"Sin City is a graphic novel man."
OZYMANDIAS: “It doesn’t matter. There’s a reason I wanted you to be he- What are you doing?”
*Gator is pulling at books all over the shelf, making them lean off the surface*
“Looking for a secret passage. Guys like you always have secret Scooby Doo shit.”
OZYMANDIAS: “And that’s why I asked you here.”
*Gator looks at Ozy, surprise under his mask*
”Excusez-moi?”
*Ozymandias gets up from his chair and walks slowly around the table, straightening his suit and tie*
OZYMANDIAS: “You’re good. Damn good in fact. But you lack the motivation and drive to go to the top. These jokes you make, your roguery and your general attitude towards your matches and opponents lacks a certain, something. I can help you with that.”
*Gator stands up straight looking down at Ozymandias who is quite shorter than Gator*
“Mr. Mandias. Are you trying to seduce me?”
*Ozy laughs and walks to the large window and looks out, Gator walks up next to him, taking in the same view*
OZYMANDIAS: “You’re funny. Tell me, what would you do to win?”
“Anything.”
OZYMANDIAS: “That’s a good answer. It’s the answer I was looking for anyway. You need someone in this business who will let you do anything to win. You’re match with Steve Davids, remember when Heyman tried to step in?”
“Yeah.”
OZYMANDIAS: “And The Brotherhood. You remember their interference?”
“Of course.”
OZYMANDIAS: “What if I told you, that will never happen again?”
“I’d call you a liar. You can’t stop Heyman from getting his chubby fingers around something.”
OZYMANDIAS: “I can.”
*Gator looks at Ozy. His brow shifted under his mask*
OZYMANDIAS: “I can make sure you will never be messed with ever again. Heyman or anyway else tries to interfere, I can get them out the way. You want riches beyond your wildest dreams? I can provide you that money. Anything you need, you ask me and I’ll see what I can do.”
“And what would I have to do for all this?”
*Ozymandias smiles and turns to Gator*
OZYMANDIAS: “Join my cause. So to speak.”
*Gator lets out a short breath of laughter and shakes his head before turning to Ozymandias*
“I’m not some fucking dog at your beckon call. You want a pet go ask Heyman to borrow one of his.”
*Gator begins to walk away but Ozy places an open hand on his shoulder. Gator looks at Ozy again and bats his hand away*
OZYMANDIAS: “You won’t be a dog, nor a lackey or a stooge. You will be my ... Partner in crime is the best way to put it. I’m an honourable man, but I need someone who is more willing to do the things I can’t. A man who is willing to do anything to win. All I ask is that you join me at my side and on occasion, you deal with some problems for me.”
“Ha. You can promise me this?”
OZYMANDIAS: “I guarantee it.”
*Gator looks out the window and ponders for a few seconds before turning back to Ozymandias*
“Alright. If you can make me one of the biggest names in this company, I accept.”
*Ozymandias stretches out his hand to Gator who accepts and the pair shake. Gator tightens his grip*
“But, if you ever tell me to shine your shoes or any other slave labour bullshit, I will fucking end you! We clear?”
OZYMANDIAS: “I agree Mr. Woods.”
*The pair releases their handshake. Ozy curls and releases his fingers before putting his arm back to his side*
OZYMANDIAS: “It’s a deal then. Anything you need, just ask. And hopefully you’ll show me the same respect I show you.”
“Yeah, it’s a deal.”
*The camera fades to black*
*The camera fades back to a bar, Gator sits resting his head in hands. His elbows pressed against the bar counter. Todd sits on the corner, the camera rests on the counter facing Gator.*
“What the fuck man?”
*Gator stays still, his voice muffled by his hands*
“What the hell is that guy?”
*Gator puts his arms on the counter and looks at Todd*
T: “Crimson Face?”
“Who else! You saw what he did right?”
T: “It must have been an illusion you know. Maybe he’s a magician or something.”
“Fucking good magician. It was so weird. I felt like I ... I felt like he was part of my family you know. Like how you just have that weird connection.”
T: “Gator. You’re tired, dehydrated and fucked in more ways than one. I saw what he did but, what!? He’s your son? And a God at the same time? It’s nothing. Just an XWF joke.”
“Maybe... Shit! I don’t even know anymore. These pills must have me hallucinating or something, I keep seeing that mask.”
T: “... Me too.”
“Listen, I can deal with this guy. I don’t want to, but I can. If you need a break or someone to talk too. Call Henry.”
T: “Doctor Hernandez?”
“Yeah, he helped me out and he hates me. I'm sure he'll be happier to help you and I’ll even pay for your sessions just ... Just go talk to him.”
*Gator takes a sip from the bottle of beer beside him.”
T: “Why are you so concerned about me all of a sudden?”
“Just because. Listen, I need to focus on this match on Monday, tonight with Swagmire. That doesn’t mean shit to me. Some asshole who lets a kid pin him for the second highest rated belt doesn’t deserve any respect from me. I need to focus on this fucking match. And once it’s over, I’ll help out with yours. Deal?”
T: “Deal.”
*Gator rubs his eyes and sips his beer again, letting out a satisfied breath tasting it*
T: “Loverboy was in J-Pro?”
“Yeah. Didn’t I mention that?”
T: “No! I just read the article on my iPad.”
“What article?”
T: “It’s basically the written version of his VH1 behi-“
“VH1 is still a thing!?”
T: “Yeah. So you’ve known him since J-Pro?”
“Kind of. Different circles, I was of one of the top guys, Vinnie was more on the lower rung. But, we said hi when we crossed the hallway. I think he was a big fan of mine actually, I remember him being at a lot of my matches, even when he wasn’t competing but that’s who Vinnie is, just a nice guy who likes to show his support.”
“And when I left for XWF, Vinnie follows behind a week or two later. I must have set an example over there or something. When he got here, we recognised each other, joked around and shot the shit, good times. I’m happy to see where he is; he didn’t go far in J-Pro but look at him now. Dude’s fucking proved that he’s better than most in this place. ”
T: “Did you check out LH Harrison’s promo?”
“Yup.”
T: “And?”
“It was funny. Walking on the thin line of plagiarism, but funny.”
T: “And Luca?”
“He needs to crack this murder mystery, he’s going to want a win because he’s sure as shit not getting one on Monday.”
T: “I wouldn’t take Luca so lightly.”
“I’m not. Everyone in this match is almost equal. Almost.”
T: "So what else?"
"Nothing else. I've been training like a mother fucker for this match, working out like a young Arnie, going on runs like a coked up Cheetah and reviewing my opponents matches like Siskel and Ebert. It's one of the big ones. Number one contender for match of the night and trust me, I'm going to make it the match of the fucking year."
*Gator finishes his beer and stands up*
"I've got something I need to take care off."
*Todd grabs his camera and shifts it before Gator speaks again*
"No. You call Henry. I'm going to talk to Face and I need to go do something on my own, okay?"
T: "Okay man."
"See you later Todd."
*Gator walks away from the camera and passed Todd. Todd sits till, the camera doesn't move*
*The footage cuts to black*
*Gator stands in Ozymandias' office, his TV title around his waist. Ozy's office, a well furnished room with a large window overlooking a beautiful view of the unnamed city. Ozymandias sits in his office chair behind a large dark wooden desk; his fingers pressed together looking at Gator, who is still looking away after walking past Ozy's hot assistant in a pencil dress, showing off her hourglass figure. Ozymandias looks at his hot assistant as she holds the door open for an awe stricken Gator*
OZYMANDIAS: "Thank you. That will be all."
*The hot assistant nods and turns around swaying her hips as she walks back to her desk. Ozy and Gator both watch her walk away*
"She single?"
*Gator turns back to Ozy after asking the question. Both men look at each other, still pleased from the image they saw*
OZYMANDIAS: "Perhaps. Would you like to take a seat Gator?"
“On her? Sure.”
*He laughs and opens his palm to a leather seat adjacent to his desk. Gator ignores Ozy's offering and walks to the large bookshelf against the right hand wall*
"Nah, I'm happy standing."
*Gator pulls at books at random, making them lean out of the bookshelf as he scans the spines, reading the titles*
"You got Frank Miller's Sin City collection?"
OZYMANDIAS: "No. Mostly real literature, no comic books."
"Sin City is a graphic novel man."
OZYMANDIAS: “It doesn’t matter. There’s a reason I wanted you to be he- What are you doing?”
*Gator is pulling at books all over the shelf, making them lean off the surface*
“Looking for a secret passage. Guys like you always have secret Scooby Doo shit.”
OZYMANDIAS: “And that’s why I asked you here.”
*Gator looks at Ozy, surprise under his mask*
”Excusez-moi?”
*Ozymandias gets up from his chair and walks slowly around the table, straightening his suit and tie*
OZYMANDIAS: “You’re good. Damn good in fact. But you lack the motivation and drive to go to the top. These jokes you make, your roguery and your general attitude towards your matches and opponents lacks a certain, something. I can help you with that.”
*Gator stands up straight looking down at Ozymandias who is quite shorter than Gator*
“Mr. Mandias. Are you trying to seduce me?”
*Ozy laughs and walks to the large window and looks out, Gator walks up next to him, taking in the same view*
OZYMANDIAS: “You’re funny. Tell me, what would you do to win?”
“Anything.”
OZYMANDIAS: “That’s a good answer. It’s the answer I was looking for anyway. You need someone in this business who will let you do anything to win. You’re match with Steve Davids, remember when Heyman tried to step in?”
“Yeah.”
OZYMANDIAS: “And The Brotherhood. You remember their interference?”
“Of course.”
OZYMANDIAS: “What if I told you, that will never happen again?”
“I’d call you a liar. You can’t stop Heyman from getting his chubby fingers around something.”
OZYMANDIAS: “I can.”
*Gator looks at Ozy. His brow shifted under his mask*
OZYMANDIAS: “I can make sure you will never be messed with ever again. Heyman or anyway else tries to interfere, I can get them out the way. You want riches beyond your wildest dreams? I can provide you that money. Anything you need, you ask me and I’ll see what I can do.”
“And what would I have to do for all this?”
*Ozymandias smiles and turns to Gator*
OZYMANDIAS: “Join my cause. So to speak.”
*Gator lets out a short breath of laughter and shakes his head before turning to Ozymandias*
“I’m not some fucking dog at your beckon call. You want a pet go ask Heyman to borrow one of his.”
*Gator begins to walk away but Ozy places an open hand on his shoulder. Gator looks at Ozy again and bats his hand away*
OZYMANDIAS: “You won’t be a dog, nor a lackey or a stooge. You will be my ... Partner in crime is the best way to put it. I’m an honourable man, but I need someone who is more willing to do the things I can’t. A man who is willing to do anything to win. All I ask is that you join me at my side and on occasion, you deal with some problems for me.”
“Ha. You can promise me this?”
OZYMANDIAS: “I guarantee it.”
*Gator looks out the window and ponders for a few seconds before turning back to Ozymandias*
“Alright. If you can make me one of the biggest names in this company, I accept.”
*Ozymandias stretches out his hand to Gator who accepts and the pair shake. Gator tightens his grip*
“But, if you ever tell me to shine your shoes or any other slave labour bullshit, I will fucking end you! We clear?”
OZYMANDIAS: “I agree Mr. Woods.”
*The pair releases their handshake. Ozy curls and releases his fingers before putting his arm back to his side*
OZYMANDIAS: “It’s a deal then. Anything you need, just ask. And hopefully you’ll show me the same respect I show you.”
“Yeah, it’s a deal.”
*The camera fades to black*
*The camera fades back to a bar, Gator sits resting his head in hands. His elbows pressed against the bar counter. Todd sits on the corner, the camera rests on the counter facing Gator.*
“What the fuck man?”
*Gator stays still, his voice muffled by his hands*
“What the hell is that guy?”
*Gator puts his arms on the counter and looks at Todd*
T: “Crimson Face?”
“Who else! You saw what he did right?”
T: “It must have been an illusion you know. Maybe he’s a magician or something.”
“Fucking good magician. It was so weird. I felt like I ... I felt like he was part of my family you know. Like how you just have that weird connection.”
T: “Gator. You’re tired, dehydrated and fucked in more ways than one. I saw what he did but, what!? He’s your son? And a God at the same time? It’s nothing. Just an XWF joke.”
“Maybe... Shit! I don’t even know anymore. These pills must have me hallucinating or something, I keep seeing that mask.”
T: “... Me too.”
“Listen, I can deal with this guy. I don’t want to, but I can. If you need a break or someone to talk too. Call Henry.”
T: “Doctor Hernandez?”
“Yeah, he helped me out and he hates me. I'm sure he'll be happier to help you and I’ll even pay for your sessions just ... Just go talk to him.”
*Gator takes a sip from the bottle of beer beside him.”
T: “Why are you so concerned about me all of a sudden?”
“Just because. Listen, I need to focus on this match on Monday, tonight with Swagmire. That doesn’t mean shit to me. Some asshole who lets a kid pin him for the second highest rated belt doesn’t deserve any respect from me. I need to focus on this fucking match. And once it’s over, I’ll help out with yours. Deal?”
T: “Deal.”
*Gator rubs his eyes and sips his beer again, letting out a satisfied breath tasting it*
T: “Loverboy was in J-Pro?”
“Yeah. Didn’t I mention that?”
T: “No! I just read the article on my iPad.”
“What article?”
T: “It’s basically the written version of his VH1 behi-“
“VH1 is still a thing!?”
T: “Yeah. So you’ve known him since J-Pro?”
“Kind of. Different circles, I was of one of the top guys, Vinnie was more on the lower rung. But, we said hi when we crossed the hallway. I think he was a big fan of mine actually, I remember him being at a lot of my matches, even when he wasn’t competing but that’s who Vinnie is, just a nice guy who likes to show his support.”
“And when I left for XWF, Vinnie follows behind a week or two later. I must have set an example over there or something. When he got here, we recognised each other, joked around and shot the shit, good times. I’m happy to see where he is; he didn’t go far in J-Pro but look at him now. Dude’s fucking proved that he’s better than most in this place. ”
T: “Did you check out LH Harrison’s promo?”
“Yup.”
T: “And?”
“It was funny. Walking on the thin line of plagiarism, but funny.”
T: “And Luca?”
“He needs to crack this murder mystery, he’s going to want a win because he’s sure as shit not getting one on Monday.”
T: “I wouldn’t take Luca so lightly.”
“I’m not. Everyone in this match is almost equal. Almost.”
T: "So what else?"
"Nothing else. I've been training like a mother fucker for this match, working out like a young Arnie, going on runs like a coked up Cheetah and reviewing my opponents matches like Siskel and Ebert. It's one of the big ones. Number one contender for match of the night and trust me, I'm going to make it the match of the fucking year."
*Gator finishes his beer and stands up*
"I've got something I need to take care off."
*Todd grabs his camera and shifts it before Gator speaks again*
"No. You call Henry. I'm going to talk to Face and I need to go do something on my own, okay?"
T: "Okay man."
"See you later Todd."
*Gator walks away from the camera and passed Todd. Todd sits till, the camera doesn't move*
*The footage cuts to black*