Post by sonstuds on Nov 10, 2006 16:37:44 GMT -5
{We’re in a room. There is a window in the far back. White blinds cover it, but from what we can gather, it’s sometime in the night. From where we can see, there are two wooden crates, each holding two separate lamps, black with a white lamp shade. They’re both dimly lit. Along with the dark red painted walls, this creates a relaxed atmosphere. On the wall are various pictures, more specifically, sports memorabilia and paraphernalia. The most recognizable one happens to be a framed Wayne Gretzky jersey, number 99, from his St. Louis Blues days. The dark green carpet is freshly vacuumed. In fact, the entire room is clean. In the middle of the two wooden crates is a leather couch. Diagonal from the crate on the left is another leather couch. Both are black. As we look around, we see an entertainment system behind us. Most notable is the 50’ Inch Sony Wega wide-screen TV, mounted to the wall. To the left of that is a large wooden shelf, composed of a DVD player, a VCR, a TiVo, and a stereo. They’re all jet black. The TV is on, but the sound isn’t audible. It’s only an infomercial anyways. The “Skull & Bones” CD by Cypress Hill is playing. Specifically, it’s on “Rap Superstar”. On the two couches are EBR and Calvin Lee. EBR only takes up about 1/3 of the couch, sitting straight on the edge. Calvin on the other hand, occupies the other couch entirely; his feet are up. Both look calm and to some extents, bored. Calvin simply stares at the TV, watching whatever product is currently being shelled while EBR picks at his left index finger’s nail. This scene progresses for several seconds until EBR looks up and begins to speak.}
EBR: So, Calvin, we need to talk.
Calvin Lee: Heh, is this the part where you tell me you have feelings for me?
{EBR stares blankly.}
EBR:…Why was that the first thing you assumed?
Calvin Lee: It was a joke…
EBR: It’s also a representation of you as a person.
Calvin Lee: Man, I was just kidding…
EBR: For that to be the first conclusion you jump to from a very simple statement is concerning. It possibly speaks volumes about your personal life and wherever it is you stand with it. You should probably have a long hard look about it. Otherwise you could just be oppressing it.
{Calvin rolls his eyes. Considering the placement of the couches, EBR can’t see it.}
Calvin Lee: Yeah, I’ll do that. So, what’d you want?
EBR: Well, I figure with Alex’s sudden departure we’re kind of lost. Well, you’re lost. I’m perfectly contempt with where I stand in the WFWF. But you, you have nothing now. I mean, the two of us trying to bring stability to the WFWF? With three people it worked, now it’s just plain silly.
Calvin Lee: Plus it’d inevitably lead to a face-off between us over the World Title.
EBR: Probably, but that’d be a good six, seven months down the road.
Calvin Lee: Touché.
{At this point, the “Rap Superstar” ends and “Cuban Necktie” begins.}
EBR: Look we don’t need an identity. The Anointed? It was stupid. I’ve been involved in the WFWF for three years; Alex had about four different Anointeds. I’d know; I was in two of them. I mean, respect to Alex for trying to help the WFWF, but what’s the point now? New owners, new identity. How do we know they won’t improve the WFWF themselves? {Calvin nods and mouths the words “that’s true”} And even if they don’t, say we revolutionize the WFWF. It’ll just get ruined whenever the ownership is turned over. It’s pointless. Let the WFWF sort itself out. But, we can still have a purpose. If there’s one thing I got out of the WFWF, it’s the financial benefits. Look around man, with the right financial decisions I should be set for life.
{He slowly begins to nod his head as Calvin, for the first time, turns around to face EBR.}
EBR: Money’s nice. But more money is nicer. Money buys power, man.
Calvin Lee: Have you been watching Scarface again?
EBR: That’s completely irrelevant, {Off-track} yes I have, what I’m saying is that money is more beneficial. Ask me what my greatest memory of the WFWF was.
Calvin Lee: That time you pulled out an upset and won the Television Title in the first Superbrawl?
EBR: Man, I don’t even remember that! See my point? You might think that right now winning every match and winning every title is significant, but it’s not. In five years you won’t remember who Pain, Scotty Kage, or Chains were, even though I was involved with all three for about a month. The only thing to this day that benefited me was the money.
Calvin Lee: So, what?
EBR: Look; we both have money. A fairly comfortable amount. But we could both have more. I have plans; they’re great plans. They’ll set you for life. But it just really depends. How interested are you? I know this isn’t for everyone. If you want to walk then go ahead, it’s cool. But right now, this is your life. Right now, I can make things good. Very good. So, are you in?
{“What U Want From Me” plays as Calvin stares at EBR. After a few seconds he nods his head.}
Calvin Lee: Yeah, I’m in. What do you have planned?
EBR: Well, and this is just a rough draft, but I have a match coming up with Kurt Burton-
Calvin Lee: Wait, wait, wait. You’re not leading to us both leaving the WFWF?
EBR: We’re gonna need initial money to begin with. I thought that was pretty obvious, Cal. Anyways, upcoming match with Kurt Burton. I figure we start off easy, you know? Work our way into the long, drawn-out money making schemes.
Calvin Lee: {Joking} Let me guess; we’re gonna go to Vegas and bet on the match?
{Silence.}
EBR:…It’s a perfectly logical decision!
{EBR collects himself as Calvin angrily shakes his head in doubt.}
EBR: I mean, we just have to be smart about it. I say we go with $20,000, $10,000 each. I’ll bet on Kurt Burton-
Calvin Lee: So you’re gonna throw the match?
EBR: No.
Calvin Lee: So you think he’s gonna beat you?
EBR: Could probably go either way.
{“Stank Ass Hoe” plays.}
Calvin Lee:…Look, man, I don’t want to tell you how to do your plan or anything-
EBR: Don’t worry, I have this covered. I bet $10,000 on Kurt, you bet $10,000 on me. It’s genius, man.
Calvin Lee: Se…seriously? This is it? This is what you’re doing? Like, is there more to this plan? You think this will make you rich? Seriously? I mean, its basic math, E…
EBR: You don’t get gambling. I’m the odds on favorite. If Kurt wins, we make more money.
Calvin Lee: Which works, but only if you throw the match.
EBR: But I’m not going to.
Calvin Lee: Then we won’t make a profit!
EBR: Yeah we will, because you’re betting on me. It doesn’t matter who wins, we’ll still get money.
Calvin Lee: If we’re both betting on two different outcomes the win will cancel the loss out…man, since you’re the odds on favorite we could lose money.
EBR: Look, you just have to trust me. I won’t let you down; we will make money. Are we gonna make millions this week? No. Could we lose thousands this week? Sure. But you can’t become a Pro-Bowl quarterback without throwing a couple interceptions first.
{He looks deadly serious. He moves his eyes around, scanning the room. Calvin catches this, and does the same. “Highlife” begins to play.}
EBR: Look at that couch you’re sitting on. Pure leather. Made from the skin of a cow. Look at that TV. LCD. Flat screen. Mounted on a
ing wall. That’s class. Every stand is made out of wood. I don’t care if they’re demolishing rain forests; it looks nice. Do you honestly think I’d be willing to give all this up? Do you honestly think I can’t improve this? I mean, my house is nice, but it could be bigger. I could have more wood furniture; it could be mahogany. It doesn’t end here; this is only the start. You just have to learn you don’t advance if you don’t take gambles. But trust me. When this is all over you’ll thank me.
{He looks up, smiling.}
EBR: This is the beginning of something good…we’re gonna being rich…
{Calvin picks up the remote and gradually turns down the volume of the stereo. He changes the channel on the TV and once again puts his feet back up on the couch. EBR goes back to picking at his nail.}
You're in the game called life, son - how you living it?
Street corner kids growing up, blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights…
EBR: So, Calvin, we need to talk.
Calvin Lee: Heh, is this the part where you tell me you have feelings for me?
{EBR stares blankly.}
EBR:…Why was that the first thing you assumed?
Calvin Lee: It was a joke…
EBR: It’s also a representation of you as a person.
Calvin Lee: Man, I was just kidding…
EBR: For that to be the first conclusion you jump to from a very simple statement is concerning. It possibly speaks volumes about your personal life and wherever it is you stand with it. You should probably have a long hard look about it. Otherwise you could just be oppressing it.
{Calvin rolls his eyes. Considering the placement of the couches, EBR can’t see it.}
Calvin Lee: Yeah, I’ll do that. So, what’d you want?
EBR: Well, I figure with Alex’s sudden departure we’re kind of lost. Well, you’re lost. I’m perfectly contempt with where I stand in the WFWF. But you, you have nothing now. I mean, the two of us trying to bring stability to the WFWF? With three people it worked, now it’s just plain silly.
Calvin Lee: Plus it’d inevitably lead to a face-off between us over the World Title.
EBR: Probably, but that’d be a good six, seven months down the road.
Calvin Lee: Touché.
{At this point, the “Rap Superstar” ends and “Cuban Necktie” begins.}
EBR: Look we don’t need an identity. The Anointed? It was stupid. I’ve been involved in the WFWF for three years; Alex had about four different Anointeds. I’d know; I was in two of them. I mean, respect to Alex for trying to help the WFWF, but what’s the point now? New owners, new identity. How do we know they won’t improve the WFWF themselves? {Calvin nods and mouths the words “that’s true”} And even if they don’t, say we revolutionize the WFWF. It’ll just get ruined whenever the ownership is turned over. It’s pointless. Let the WFWF sort itself out. But, we can still have a purpose. If there’s one thing I got out of the WFWF, it’s the financial benefits. Look around man, with the right financial decisions I should be set for life.
{He slowly begins to nod his head as Calvin, for the first time, turns around to face EBR.}
EBR: Money’s nice. But more money is nicer. Money buys power, man.
Calvin Lee: Have you been watching Scarface again?
EBR: That’s completely irrelevant, {Off-track} yes I have, what I’m saying is that money is more beneficial. Ask me what my greatest memory of the WFWF was.
Calvin Lee: That time you pulled out an upset and won the Television Title in the first Superbrawl?
EBR: Man, I don’t even remember that! See my point? You might think that right now winning every match and winning every title is significant, but it’s not. In five years you won’t remember who Pain, Scotty Kage, or Chains were, even though I was involved with all three for about a month. The only thing to this day that benefited me was the money.
Calvin Lee: So, what?
EBR: Look; we both have money. A fairly comfortable amount. But we could both have more. I have plans; they’re great plans. They’ll set you for life. But it just really depends. How interested are you? I know this isn’t for everyone. If you want to walk then go ahead, it’s cool. But right now, this is your life. Right now, I can make things good. Very good. So, are you in?
{“What U Want From Me” plays as Calvin stares at EBR. After a few seconds he nods his head.}
Calvin Lee: Yeah, I’m in. What do you have planned?
EBR: Well, and this is just a rough draft, but I have a match coming up with Kurt Burton-
Calvin Lee: Wait, wait, wait. You’re not leading to us both leaving the WFWF?
EBR: We’re gonna need initial money to begin with. I thought that was pretty obvious, Cal. Anyways, upcoming match with Kurt Burton. I figure we start off easy, you know? Work our way into the long, drawn-out money making schemes.
Calvin Lee: {Joking} Let me guess; we’re gonna go to Vegas and bet on the match?
{Silence.}
EBR:…It’s a perfectly logical decision!
{EBR collects himself as Calvin angrily shakes his head in doubt.}
EBR: I mean, we just have to be smart about it. I say we go with $20,000, $10,000 each. I’ll bet on Kurt Burton-
Calvin Lee: So you’re gonna throw the match?
EBR: No.
Calvin Lee: So you think he’s gonna beat you?
EBR: Could probably go either way.
{“Stank Ass Hoe” plays.}
Calvin Lee:…Look, man, I don’t want to tell you how to do your plan or anything-
EBR: Don’t worry, I have this covered. I bet $10,000 on Kurt, you bet $10,000 on me. It’s genius, man.
Calvin Lee: Se…seriously? This is it? This is what you’re doing? Like, is there more to this plan? You think this will make you rich? Seriously? I mean, its basic math, E…
EBR: You don’t get gambling. I’m the odds on favorite. If Kurt wins, we make more money.
Calvin Lee: Which works, but only if you throw the match.
EBR: But I’m not going to.
Calvin Lee: Then we won’t make a profit!
EBR: Yeah we will, because you’re betting on me. It doesn’t matter who wins, we’ll still get money.
Calvin Lee: If we’re both betting on two different outcomes the win will cancel the loss out…man, since you’re the odds on favorite we could lose money.
EBR: Look, you just have to trust me. I won’t let you down; we will make money. Are we gonna make millions this week? No. Could we lose thousands this week? Sure. But you can’t become a Pro-Bowl quarterback without throwing a couple interceptions first.
{He looks deadly serious. He moves his eyes around, scanning the room. Calvin catches this, and does the same. “Highlife” begins to play.}
EBR: Look at that couch you’re sitting on. Pure leather. Made from the skin of a cow. Look at that TV. LCD. Flat screen. Mounted on a
ing wall. That’s class. Every stand is made out of wood. I don’t care if they’re demolishing rain forests; it looks nice. Do you honestly think I’d be willing to give all this up? Do you honestly think I can’t improve this? I mean, my house is nice, but it could be bigger. I could have more wood furniture; it could be mahogany. It doesn’t end here; this is only the start. You just have to learn you don’t advance if you don’t take gambles. But trust me. When this is all over you’ll thank me.{He looks up, smiling.}
EBR: This is the beginning of something good…we’re gonna be
ing rich…{Calvin picks up the remote and gradually turns down the volume of the stereo. He changes the channel on the TV and once again puts his feet back up on the couch. EBR goes back to picking at his nail.}
You're in the game called life, son - how you living it?
Street corner kids growing up, blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights…
