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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Sept 21, 2014 21:56:19 GMT
Singles Match: Ricky Valero vs Equinox
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Post by valero on Oct 3, 2014 1:25:54 GMT
BIDING TIME
(off camera)
WOMAN: So what was it like to get that first match under your belt again?
[Ricky Valero can be seen walking into view as our scene fades in. A lovely woman with long brown hair and deep blue eyes is sitting on the front porch of an impeccable home located somewhere in the heart of Kentucky. Her toned, tan legs are crossed with a cup of coffee clutched in both hands and resting in her lap. Her right foot, with fresh-painted toes in pink, shakes as she rocks her legs back and forth.
Ricky smiles as he removes his sunglasses and his eyes meet hers. He is sporting a black Nike t-shirt with the words “BEAST MODE” emblazoned across the front in a vibrant yellow and green pattern, grey shorts and a pair of black Nike Air Max sneakers. He plops down next to the woman and puts his arm around her, planting a loving kiss on her forehead.]
RICKY: Did you happen to catch the show on Hulu?
[She shakes her head.]
WOMAN: Little Richie had some friends over, so I still have to sit down and finally watch it.
RICKY: Oh yea, I forgot about that, Rochelle. How’d that go?
ROCHELLE: Really good! He’s making so many friends now in school. I was worried he’d be attached to that iPad forever.
RICKY: I told you not to let him play on that thing so much. Any hint of technology is like crack to these kids anymore.
[Rochelle laughs.]
ROCHELLE: You’re a dork.
RICKY: I’m just saying! These kids these days lack an attention span. They can’t go one minute without staring at some kind of flashing lights on a screen. It’s sad.
ROCHELLE: Oh my God. Do you hear yourself, old man?! “These kids these days??”
[She bursts out laughing.]
RICKY: You should talk, Little Miss Book Club!
ROCHELLE: UGH! I like to read, thank you!
[The two just look at each other for a moment, silent. There’s some evident tension of some sort between the two, but something is just always in the way.]
RICKY: So…..is he all ready to go?
ROCHELLE: Yep...you want me to go get him?
[Ricky doesn’t answer for a moment, mulling over some thought he’s having. He decides against it, however.]
RICKY: Yea, the game starts at 4, so I guess we better get going…
[Rochelle nods her head, handing Ricky her coffee as she gets to her feet and starts to head inside.
Ricky watches as she goes, clearly admiring her backside as she enters the house. He sighs.
As he turns and looks away, she looks back at him and smiles before slamming the door shut behind her.]
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(rec)
SPENCER NOVAK: To the powers that be here in 2CW and the fans who were devastated by the embarrassing display of…
[He makes airquotes with both hands.]
SPENCER NOVAK: …“officiating” at Road to Reckoning, I’m afraid I have some bad news to deliver to all of you tonight. Though I’m certain if you have eyes, you all saw the travesty and injustice Ricky Valero suffered at the hands of an official who is supposed to be a professional and respectful individual within the confides of the squared circle. Sadly, my associate was screwed out of an opportunity to claim victory in his 2CW debut and we will not stand for this injustice!
RICKY: Why don’t we just roll the film, Spencer?
SPENCER NOVAK: Roll the film!
[We see footage from Ricky’s debut match against Troy Stone in the final moments.
After a failed pinfall attempt, Valero pounds the mat. He gets in the face of the referee complaining as the referee threatens to disqualify him. He shakes his head and walks over to Stone. He bends to pick Stone up but Stone catches him with a small package! The referee drops down to the mat…]
[ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!]
SPENCER NOVAK: Did you see it?!
[The scene fades back to Ricky and co. standing beside the TV monitor analyzing the picture in front of them.]
SPENCER NOVAK: Right there…
[He points at the screen as they rewind the video and play again…
[ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!]
SPENCER NOVAK: RIGHT THERE!! He sped up his count! Mr. Referee doesn’t like that Ricky Valero got in his face, so what does he do? He does a quick count to hand Mr. Valero the loss. Embarrassing! An absolute abomination and we will not stand idly by and allow for this to happen! 2CW, you have a wrestling icon on your hands, someone who literally puts butts in the seats and we demand that Ricky Valero be treated as such! This...this despicable act of injury...it is completely unacceptable and we demand that the situation be remedied immediately!
RICKY: Immediately!
SPENCER NOVAK: IMMEDIATELY!
[The rage and anger can be seen more evidently in Spencer’s eyes, as he is clearly disheveled by what he perceives to be an unprofessional screwjob at the hands of an unfit official.
Ricky, meanwhile, doesn’t really seem all that bothered by the loss. He’s seen shaking his head and chuckling at his manager, as he spews madness with fiery contempt.]
SPENCER NOVAK: As a matter of fact, a talent as exquisite as Troy Stone should be disappointed in the way that match ended. How could a former World Champion stake claim as the victor in spite of such a national tragedy in the most beautiful sport in the world?! I’m appalled by everyone involved outside of my associate and friend, Ricky Valero! He, as always, has handled himself like a champion, which he will be very soon in this company should they get their act together and provide Mr. Valero with the respect and honor he has earned for all he has given to the sport of professional wrestling!
[Ricky finally interjects.]
RICKY: Which brings me to my opponent at Seventh Circle...Equinox.
[He smirks,
RICKY: Admittedly, there isn’t much I know about you, Equinox. What I do now, however, is undeniably impressive. You are a highly accomplished with a spectacular repertoire of aerial moves in your arsenal. You, like me, love to put on a show, and whether the fans love you or hate you, they can’t deny they love to watch you do your thing inside the squared circle. And who can blame them, you flying around the ring, risking your neck at every move because you’re ill-equipped to actually square off with someone in a test of wrestling skill. No biggie, we all have our thing I guess. But you should know that I absolutely despise flying. We were meant to do business with our feet firmly on the ground, so please, don’t be offended when I snatch you out of mid-air and bury you headfirst through the mat.
[He scoffs.]
RICKY: I know that’s exactly what you said you would not allow to happen to you ever again. To be shoved to the ground from the politics and board of directors bullshit that apparently tarnished some past experiences for you. But this is no bullshit, Equinox, and this certainly isn’t about politics. My goal at Seventh Circle is to go to war and leave an unforgettable mark upon the city of Chicago. It won’t be for the fans as you are doing, however. I learned a long time ago that the biggest mistake you could make is to devote your career to a bunch of bandwagoning hackjobs who will turn against you at the slightest hint of weakness or injury.
I do this for myself. I do this because I love to beat people like you senseless inside that ring on any given night. I do this for the glitz and the glamour. I do this for the gold. I do this because for nearly two decades I’ve reigned among the best in the world no matter where it was I was wrestling or who I was wrestling against. I’ve put on legendary, unforgettable matches throughout the world. Six continents. Dozens of countries. My blood, guts and sweat have been wiped off many a ring and dammit if I didn’t leave my opponent’s lifeless carcass right there too on most nights. Make no mistake about it, I fully intend on adding you to that long list at Seventh Circle, Equinox!
[Ricky chuckles as he sways from side to side and rubs his hands together.]
RICKY: I almost feel bad for you, Equinox, because after the debacle at Road to Reckoning in which a 2CW official robbed me of a victory against Troy Stone, I can’t afford to do anything less than beat you to a bloody pulp gasping for air. I can’t afford to leave my fate in the hands of a reckless, unprofessional official who may try to sway the results in my opponent’s favor once again. I didn’t come here to get screwed out of matches and I’m not going to let that happen ever again. Because you see, Equinox, you are just the tip of the iceberg of what I have in mind for 2CW. You are only the beginning of the wreckage I intend to leave behind me on my way to the top.
Because as much as we have some talented athletes in the back, I’m merely surrounded by neophytes who pale in comparison to my greatness inside the ring. Neophytes who could only dream of being as deadly on the microphone as I am. Who’ll spend their time focusing on trying to insult the fact that I wear face paint or some other prepubescent area of focus while ignoring the fact that I can run circles around them once we step toe to toe when it matters most. I am a lethal weapon in this promotion with the all-around ability to turn this place on its ear. I came here with the intent of having that 2CW Heavyweight Championship strapped firmly around my waist and I will not rest until I’ve made it happen.
Equinox, it’s you and me at Seventh Circle...are you ready?
[Ricky flashes his trademark smirk as he beckons the questions.]
IT’S GAME TIME BABY!
RICKY: Make sure you bring your A-game.
[With a wink for the camera and an evil chuckle from Spencer Novak, the trio steps out of the picture and we fade to black...]
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