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| Tweet Topic Started: May 24 2007, 09:28 PM (67 Views) | |
| Rodnie Steel | May 24 2007, 09:28 PM Post #1 |
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The Human Hybrid
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We open to the office of Damien Clark who is hard at work on his computer. He sips some coffee out of his Powers of Wrestling mug and clicks with the mouse using his other hand. With the door behind him, he concentrates on the screen maybe trying to secure a deal with another wrestling superstar. He scratches his chin, all the while ignoring the knock at the door. A red light to his left begins blinking and he turns his attention to it. He presses it. Damien Clark: Yes Doris? Doris: Ah…there is a man hear to see you Mr. Clark. Damien Clark: Take a message; I’m not seeing anyone today. Doris: Uh…sir.. I don’t think he’s going to be happy with that. Damien Clark: What? I said take a message Doris!! With that Clark releases the button and turns back to his computer. A scream comes out from the lobby and Clark turns to the button, he quickly presses it. Damien Clark: Doris? Was that you?! Voice: Open the damn door Clark. Clark recognizes the voice and presses the door open button to the right of the red button. The door clicks and swings open, with Rodnie Steel coming through it. Clark stands up instantly and points to the door. Damien Clark: You know you’re not supposed to be here! Get out of here! Rodnie tosses a stake of papers at Clark, who catches them. Steel walks up to the desk and stares him down. Rodnie Steel: Save it! Clark looks down and reads the top piece of paper. He flips it over, looking shocked at its contents. Damien Clark: What the hell….a lawsuit?! Unsafe working environment!?!?!!? Rodnie Steel: Yea that’s right. Damien Clark: What in the hell are you talking about? I banned you from POW events for the safety of others! Rodnie Steel: Here look at these... Steel reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out three photos. He tosses them on Clark’s desk. They show the damage to his vehicle at the hands of Bryan Bishop at the weeks past house show. Clark looks at the photos and back at Steel. Damien Clark: And this is my fault? Rodnie Steel: Indeed. Because it was you that decided to send Bryan Bishop off as your personal bitch to keep me away from getting into Brod or Vision’s business till Access Denied! Don’t you deny it! You booked us in a match on Chronicles. You knew it would come to this. So they way I see it Clark, your responsible. I’m not stupid. If I attacked him that would be assault, and would be all you needed to throw me out of the match that I will rightfully take part of. I know your games Clark. Clark flips through the document and reaches the part where Steel makes his demands. Clark freezes for a few seconds as if he stopped breathing. He looks up at Steel with a “are you serious” grin on his face. Rodnie Steel: you’ve put this on yourself. If you would have stayed out of it, everything would have been perfectly fine. But no, you had to get into my business. You think you’re the hot shot around here? Like you do any work at all around here? Steel points over Clark’s shoulder to a game of solitaire on his screen. Clark turns around frantically trying to click off the window and return to his desktop. Rodnie Steel: So what’s it going to be Clark? Will I see you in court? Clark drops the document and puts his hands on his head. He opens up his desk drawer, and takes out his check book. Grabbing a pen he writes something down. He then rips the check out of the book and hands it to Steel. Steel looks at the check and puts it in his pocket. Rodnie Steel: Well isn’t that interesting. Look who goes for his checkbook any time he screws up. Damien Clark: This is the last time Steel. I’m sick and tired of it. Rodnie Steel: sick and tired of what? Me outsmarting you? You make me laugh. This isn’t the last of anything. It’s only the beginning. This week on chronicles will just be a tune-up. Access Denied will be your worst nightmare. It might be a three-way dance, but I’ve got control of all the cards, and when it’s all said and done Clark, I will be the World Heavyweight Champion. I will be the best there is. Nothing you can do will stop me. It’s FATE don’t you see? Just think about it, Rodnie Steel…POW World Heavyweight Champion. Clark cringes slightly as he looks back at Steel. Steel smiles. Rodnie Steel: You look scared Clark. Scared of me becoming World Heavyweight Champion. Get used to it. Because The World title only adds more to an already amazing hybrid. Steel turns around and starts to head for the door. He turns and waves the check at Clark. Rodnie Steel: Thanks for clearing this up, I… appreciate it. Steel looks at the door and slams it behind him. The lock function of the door snaps in half as Steel takes the door through the frame and off into the hallway. Rodnie Steel: By the way, you’ll want to get that fixed. The scene fades out with Clark leaning down with his hand on his forehead. |
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