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Post by theminstrel on Nov 26, 2005 18:54:10 GMT -5
[The lovely leather chair is a deep red with what looks to be either gold or fake gold trim around the outside and down the legs. It sits at a desk where the papers yearn to be released from underneath a date book, but yet cannot escape the weight that’s put upon it. It yearns to be free of its burden, yet it cannot simply shrug them off]
[On the desk sits a phone with a cord attached to a rather exceptional keypad that looks as though it has a button for just about everything. There is a large chalice that holds pens, letter openers, and scissors. Underneath the chalice sits a bunch Polaroid pictures that are done in black and white]
[Along both sides of the room is a fairly large library
with volumes of books of each kind, there are three more chairs in the room, slightly less exorbinant then the one behind the desk, seated around a small black coffee table. On the table lies two containers, the one on the left slightly larger then the other and a lighter in the middle]
[The large doors in the front of the room open, but before they slowly reveal the man entering we notice a small saying above the door, “I’ve been dead one already, it’s very liberating”, while pondering this message we see a man walk in with a cell-phone]
Are you hearing me right now? I don’t care what he says, I want my money.
[The man has fairly long dark hair that he has slicked back, he wears a black suit jacket and slacks with very nice black shoes. His shirt underneath is purple as his tie. His voice speaks clearly and confidentally. He looks to be about twenty-five years of age as a guess]
Listen to me, there are no excuses in this business especially for a man of Mr. Natoli’s stature. You know what needs to be done, we both know what I’m asking of you… Now do it.
[He promptly clicks the phone shut and runs his hand through his hair. After a moment of what appears to be frustration, a grin comes to his face]
But Mr. Trapier, blah blah blah blah blah blah…
[Fart noise as he laughs to himself and turns towards the coffee table, picking up the larger container from off the table]
I swear the only reason this is called organized is because its absolute chaos all the time… And that’s because of me.
[Once again a slight giggle to himself as he produces a cigar from the container and puts it in his mouth. He also produces a lighter from the jacket as he moves towards us on his way to his desk]
[As he takes a puff on the cigar he starts to unbutton his jacket on his way past us, which is off and over the red leather chair by the time he reaches it. He shuts the glass door, which was blowing the curtain]
I swear this game of life is so easy… And yet so many
people feel the need to fail.
[He says chuckling once again as he places his cigar into an ash tray for a moment, he stretches his arms and walks o the other side of the desk reaching for the photographs from before and pair of scissors]
Fortunately for them, they’ve got me a savior… A savior that will send them away with a grin and a handshake!
[He cuts right down the middle of one of the picture after shuffling through two or three]
Oh Naptoli, it’s a shame we can’t do business but I can’t afford to do business with a man who has two faces.
[He holds out the two pieces of the picture a drops them to the floor, with a smile]
It’s a shame, a damn shame…
[He shakes his head with a chuckle]
What a waste of film.
[He wipes his hands clean and grabs a hold of his cigar from off the table. He grabs a seat at the desk and tosses his feet up onto the desk]
Ah well, onto other things and beyond the nonsense that is the business... The business of construction.
[Coughs heavily]
I was talking to a friend of mine the other day, you know he's in your guys' business, he's new and just got added to this battle royale thing.
[He jumps up theatrically]
COMPLETE MADNESS!
[He chuckles and sits back down]
Well, let me tell you something about my friend... The Jokeman... He strives off the idea of madness, of chaos, of the unexpected. Thats the kind of stuff that man lives for, trust me I would know.
[He takes a puff out of the cigar and blows smoke towards the camera]
He was saying how there were a bunch of chumps in this event, guys with names like Khaos, Technique, Nightmare, The Moose...
[He chuckles again]
Guys who are so infinitely intimidating that they have to name themselves something that strikes fear into the heart of a human being... Well besides the Moose, I don't think anyone's ever been terrified by the mentioning of a moose. But basically, with your theatrics and overdramatics what do you boys feel like you're accomplishing? The Jokeman practically had a visit from Death himself when watching some of this crap.
[He smirks]
And I don't mean the wrestler if thats what you though I was implying...
I mean I feel bad for a guy Rex Caliber, who is a complete goofball, that probably won't be able to get out of his own way. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if he eliminated himself, the moron.
Seriously, and I know this...
[He leans forward close the camera]
The Jokeman as much as he loves acting a damn fool, means business, I've seen him at work and I'll be damned to a world of concrete shoes if I couldn't proclaim this guy to be an absolute maniac in that ring. Some of the (bleep) he does will turn you white...
And he'll laugh while doing it, the madman.
[Boom! His fist comes down on the table]
And I love that! He's got that madness that you need to truly love what you do and to win an event like this... Boys be ready, my friends the Minstrel is open for business and this business is a dangerous game.
[He stares grinning at the camera as it fades to black]
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