Post by leoncorella on Mar 21, 2010 6:21:31 GMT -7
[The scene opens in a rather spacious and well furnished office overlooking the Providence Harbor. We find Leon Corella seated behind a large, polished red oak wood desk and decked to the nine in his best Armani business suit. Beside him, stands an older gentleman in a basic gray suit and black tie and before him in an ill fitted black suit and tie is none other than Big Mike Foyer with a scowl on his face. You could see in their stitched and pockmarked faces that both men had gone through hell not more than 24 hours ago.]
Corella- I think you know why I asked you here, Mike.
[BMF Snarls at Corella.]
BMF- To throw you out of the window of your favorite high rise?
[Leon smirks at his hated foe.]
Corella- I certainly wouldn't do that if I were you. In a wrestling ring all bets are off, but out here in the mundane world?
[He shakes his head with a chuckle.]
Corella- No, as tough as you are, I don't think you want to do Prison time for murder, or should I say attempted murder.
[That smug grin on his face takes a decidedly dangerous edge to it.]
BMF- Enough dick measuring, I know why I'm here I just didn't think you'd be this f*cking quick about it.
[Corella rose from his seat, and walked straight towards the window, both hands clasped behind his back. There was a slight limp to his walk, further indications of just how much hell his body had gone through at Cornerstone Revolution 5.]
Corella- Good. Mr. Rowley, would you please hand Mr. Foyer his new DCWL contract?
Corella- If you'll give it a quick read, you'll notice I didn't change very much as far as your pay, benefits, and medical coverage are concerned.
BMF- What gives Leo? You said if I lost I was out. Now you're handing me a goddamned contract? What the f*ck man?
[Leon smirks as he watches boats drift lazily across the water towards their port of choice.]
Corella- It's simple, Mike. I want you to see everything your vengeance has cost you.
[He pivots on one foot, turning to face Big Mike, his hands still behind his back.]
Corella- I want you to watch as I attain everything you sought out to achieve once I was gone. You see on page four of your revised contract there is a stipulation.
[That wolf-like smile slips across Leon's face as he crosses the room and slips around his desk. Leaning over, he flips the contract to the appropriate page, and points directly at it, then looks Big Mike directly in the eye.]
Corella- You will be allowed to have singles matches, but you will never again be allowed to gain a singles championship of any kind, not even the Siren's belt if you feel inclined to wear a dress.
[Leon chuckles as Big Mike scowls at him.]
Corella- There is one way out of this, however, and I felt it rather fitting considering your lack of interest in team competition.
[The former DCWL Grand Champion plops down in his chair, propping one leg over his knee and his elbows upon the arm rests, his fingers steeped before his face. The grin on his face grows wider as Big Mike's eyes widen, reading over the page.]
BMF- I can't compete for a singles belt until I win the motherf*cking Trio's Championship? Are you shitting me Leon? Nobody's been able to take those titles away from Unique Element ever since they got 'em!
[Corella lets out a dark chuckle.]
Corella- No, they sure haven't Big Mike. You'd have to become more than just your everyday wrecking ball if you want a hope in hell of becoming a singles competitor again.
[BMF growls and rises from his chair.]
BMF- and if I refuse to sign this?
[With a soft sigh, Leon shakes his head and looks up at his old "friend".]
Corella- Then not only will you be terminated from employment in the DCWL, but you will not be allowed to compete with any affiliate company which includes Spirit of Wrestling and Shootfire Pro Wrestling, or any of their associated companies.
[He taps those steeped fingers together lightly.]
Corella- So what'll it be, Micheal? Do you want a slim chance at redeeming yourself, and actually making your mark, or do you want to sit back and watch me on TV every single night thinking of what might have been?
[BMF's fists tighten to white knuckle intensity as he glares holes through that smug grin on Leon's face. He then dips forward and signs his name to the contract.]
Corella- Good. Glad to see you've got some balls, Mike. Now just so you know, that contract is iron clad, meaning there is no backing out of it now that it has been signed.
[Then Big Mike suddenly lurches forward, his palms on Leon's desk and his face right in the former champ's. Leon's grin quickly vanishes.]
BMF- Leo, so help me god, I'm going to beat those Unique Element kids into ground paste and after that, I'm coming to take that DCWL Grand Championship off of the Canadian Care Bear. Then....
BMF- ...I'm going to beat you to death with that f*cking belt.
[On that note, the BMF turns and steps out of the room, leaving Corella sitting there rather smug and content. His associate looks to him.]
Rowley- Mr. Corella, far be it for me to second guess my employer but...
[Corella looks to the man, his grin never fading.]
Corella- ...You're wondering why I would give one of my most hated enemies another potential shot at me?
[He chuckles softly.]
Rowley- Yes sir.
Corella- I know, it's confusing as hell considering a little less than a month ago, I wanted to see him lying motionless in a coffin, but I had an epiphany, oddly enough, while he and I were beating each other half to death at Cornerstone Revolution 5 last night.
[Leon interlocks his fingers and leans back in that chair, a thoughtful expression creasing his brow.]
Corella- Simply firing him wasn't good enough. I want him to know my pain, to know what it's like to be excluded from ever moving beyond a bit player in a wrestling promotion. I know for a fact that Unique Element is too good a team for him, no matter who he brings to the table.
[Reaching out, he gathers up that contract and stares down at Big Mike's signature.]
Corella- They will never lose that championship, and he will never realize his dreams and aspirations.
[Rowley nodded.]
Rowley- Yes sir, do you need me for anything else?
[Leon shook his head.]
Corella- No, that will be all.
[He dismisses the smaller man with a wave of his hand, his gaze now cast towards those massive windows. The scene fades out with Leon staring down at the water front...]
Corella- I think you know why I asked you here, Mike.
[BMF Snarls at Corella.]
BMF- To throw you out of the window of your favorite high rise?
[Leon smirks at his hated foe.]
Corella- I certainly wouldn't do that if I were you. In a wrestling ring all bets are off, but out here in the mundane world?
[He shakes his head with a chuckle.]
Corella- No, as tough as you are, I don't think you want to do Prison time for murder, or should I say attempted murder.
[That smug grin on his face takes a decidedly dangerous edge to it.]
BMF- Enough dick measuring, I know why I'm here I just didn't think you'd be this f*cking quick about it.
[Corella rose from his seat, and walked straight towards the window, both hands clasped behind his back. There was a slight limp to his walk, further indications of just how much hell his body had gone through at Cornerstone Revolution 5.]
Corella- Good. Mr. Rowley, would you please hand Mr. Foyer his new DCWL contract?
Corella- If you'll give it a quick read, you'll notice I didn't change very much as far as your pay, benefits, and medical coverage are concerned.
BMF- What gives Leo? You said if I lost I was out. Now you're handing me a goddamned contract? What the f*ck man?
[Leon smirks as he watches boats drift lazily across the water towards their port of choice.]
Corella- It's simple, Mike. I want you to see everything your vengeance has cost you.
[He pivots on one foot, turning to face Big Mike, his hands still behind his back.]
Corella- I want you to watch as I attain everything you sought out to achieve once I was gone. You see on page four of your revised contract there is a stipulation.
[That wolf-like smile slips across Leon's face as he crosses the room and slips around his desk. Leaning over, he flips the contract to the appropriate page, and points directly at it, then looks Big Mike directly in the eye.]
Corella- You will be allowed to have singles matches, but you will never again be allowed to gain a singles championship of any kind, not even the Siren's belt if you feel inclined to wear a dress.
[Leon chuckles as Big Mike scowls at him.]
Corella- There is one way out of this, however, and I felt it rather fitting considering your lack of interest in team competition.
[The former DCWL Grand Champion plops down in his chair, propping one leg over his knee and his elbows upon the arm rests, his fingers steeped before his face. The grin on his face grows wider as Big Mike's eyes widen, reading over the page.]
BMF- I can't compete for a singles belt until I win the motherf*cking Trio's Championship? Are you shitting me Leon? Nobody's been able to take those titles away from Unique Element ever since they got 'em!
[Corella lets out a dark chuckle.]
Corella- No, they sure haven't Big Mike. You'd have to become more than just your everyday wrecking ball if you want a hope in hell of becoming a singles competitor again.
[BMF growls and rises from his chair.]
BMF- and if I refuse to sign this?
[With a soft sigh, Leon shakes his head and looks up at his old "friend".]
Corella- Then not only will you be terminated from employment in the DCWL, but you will not be allowed to compete with any affiliate company which includes Spirit of Wrestling and Shootfire Pro Wrestling, or any of their associated companies.
[He taps those steeped fingers together lightly.]
Corella- So what'll it be, Micheal? Do you want a slim chance at redeeming yourself, and actually making your mark, or do you want to sit back and watch me on TV every single night thinking of what might have been?
[BMF's fists tighten to white knuckle intensity as he glares holes through that smug grin on Leon's face. He then dips forward and signs his name to the contract.]
Corella- Good. Glad to see you've got some balls, Mike. Now just so you know, that contract is iron clad, meaning there is no backing out of it now that it has been signed.
[Then Big Mike suddenly lurches forward, his palms on Leon's desk and his face right in the former champ's. Leon's grin quickly vanishes.]
BMF- Leo, so help me god, I'm going to beat those Unique Element kids into ground paste and after that, I'm coming to take that DCWL Grand Championship off of the Canadian Care Bear. Then....
BMF- ...I'm going to beat you to death with that f*cking belt.
[On that note, the BMF turns and steps out of the room, leaving Corella sitting there rather smug and content. His associate looks to him.]
Rowley- Mr. Corella, far be it for me to second guess my employer but...
[Corella looks to the man, his grin never fading.]
Corella- ...You're wondering why I would give one of my most hated enemies another potential shot at me?
[He chuckles softly.]
Rowley- Yes sir.
Corella- I know, it's confusing as hell considering a little less than a month ago, I wanted to see him lying motionless in a coffin, but I had an epiphany, oddly enough, while he and I were beating each other half to death at Cornerstone Revolution 5 last night.
[Leon interlocks his fingers and leans back in that chair, a thoughtful expression creasing his brow.]
Corella- Simply firing him wasn't good enough. I want him to know my pain, to know what it's like to be excluded from ever moving beyond a bit player in a wrestling promotion. I know for a fact that Unique Element is too good a team for him, no matter who he brings to the table.
[Reaching out, he gathers up that contract and stares down at Big Mike's signature.]
Corella- They will never lose that championship, and he will never realize his dreams and aspirations.
[Rowley nodded.]
Rowley- Yes sir, do you need me for anything else?
[Leon shook his head.]
Corella- No, that will be all.
[He dismisses the smaller man with a wave of his hand, his gaze now cast towards those massive windows. The scene fades out with Leon staring down at the water front...]
