Post by Robert Wolf on Jul 20, 2014 16:57:23 GMT -5
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Location: Trenton, New Jersey
Time: Several Days Ago
Off Camera
The scene opens on a interview room in Trent New Jersey Police Department, I'm sitting dressed in a pair of jeans, a pair of black military boots and a black Adidas Chicago Bulls Resonate Pullover Hoodie, I'm currently handcuffed to a table as I await one of the local detectives after getting picked up off of the street. After a few minutes of waiting two middle aged men walk in one quiet short with a pot belly and the other one slightly taller and thinner both dressed in cheap suits. I look at them and notice both have detective badges attached to their belts.
Detective 1: I'm Detective Hardy and This is Detective Laurel.
I have to fight to hold back from bursting out laughing.
Detective Laurel: Something funny?
Wolf: It's just normally Laurel is the skinny one and Hardy is the heavier set one...
Neither of them look amused.
Wolf: Tough Crowd... So why did you feel the need to pick me up off the street?
Laurel: We don't like your kind in town...
I look at them trying to act puzzled but I instantly know what this is about.
Hardy: We know who exactly you are... What you going by now Mr Wolf is it?... Actually it doesn't matter, what matters is that we know who you are and who you're affiliated with...
Laurel: We know you're hired muscle for Leon Kelly a made man in the Chicago Mob... We also know that the little princess you're running around with is his adopted daughter Jessica who goes under his wives maiden name Morrigan...
I smirk.
Wolf: I'm sure how all that is relevant to why I'm sitting here in handcuffs or why you picked me up off of the street in the fashion you did?
Detective Laurel slams his hands down on the desk.
Laurel: Cut the crap smart ass... We're the one asking the questions... We also know you're associated with Robert Michaels of The Saints of Anarchy and your uncle is Callen “Irish” McGarrett ...
I raise my finger and go to say something but I think better of it.
Laurel: We don't like your type around here so consider this your first and final warning we'll be keeping an eye on you and if you make one step we don't like then your ass is ours...
All of a sudden there's a knock at the door and before either of the detectives can react in walks a man with his hair slicked back and dressed in an expensive looking hand tailored suit.
Connors: I hope you're not trying to intimidate my client...
Detective Laurel looks at him with a strong look of disdain and anger...
Laurel: And who the hell would you be?
Connors doesn't flinch.
Connors: I'm his Attorney and you can call me Mister Connors for now and if you continue to harass my client you'll be calling me that bastard that got me suspended. You have nothing to hold my client on as there hasn't been any crime committed and there hasn't been any charges filled... So unless you want to be a traffic cop in an hour, get those cuffs off of my client and we'll be out of here!
All of a sudden another middle aged man wearing a slightly better quality suit than the detective walks in.
Man: You heard him, get those cuffs off of Mister Wolf there!
Detective Hardy walks over to me and starts to undo my cuffs while Detective Laurel looks towards who I'm guessing is his commanding officer or something with an annoyed look before storming out of the room. Connors looks at me and smiles.
Connors: And now if you don't mind we'll be on our way...
I stand up and I go to leave and as I walk past the Hardy and Laurel's boss he hands me my wallet, phone, earphones and keys. We make our way out of the police station and I breath a small sigh of relief as I see Morrigan standing by our rent-a-car, I thank Connors who smiles at me and nods his head towards Morrigan as he walks over to his waiting town car as the scene fades.
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Location: Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, New Jersey
Time: Today
On Camera
The scene opens inside the Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, New Jersey, I'm sitting getting my wrestling gear on, I already have on my combat/cargo trousers, my black sleeveless t-shirt/vest and I'm just lacing up my boots. I look up and see Morrigan standing there in a pair of black skinny jeans, a pair of black leather boots and a new “Lights Out and On To The Next One” woman's skinny tank top with the back ripped/torn.
Morrigan: So what you think of the new WCF merchandise?... Normally they're in black or white but I got them to do me one in hot pink as a special one off.
Wolf: Give use a spin then...
She does a little spin on the spot and I can't help but notice how fine her arse looks in those skinny jeans which brings a smile to my face, she turns back to face me and I quickly catch myself...
Wolf: ...Looks Good!
She smells at me and raises her Canon Legria HF G30 camcorder.
Morrigan: You ready to lay down a few words then?
I nod my head.
Wolf: Sure... Actually been looking forward to it... After what the idiot said I got a few chosen words for him!
Morrigan: I bet you do..
She lifts the camcorder and presses a few buttons before giving me the signal...
Wolf: Yes it's me Robert Wolf, here back on WCF television... Last week I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I beat Caliban pretty quick which I admit was a bit of a let down as I was looking to beat the crap out of him a bit... But that was last week and like I say Lights Out and On To The Next One which this week is Anthony Douglas I guy that is playing the cliché holier than thou nut job... That's fine by me I've dealt with people like him before not in WCF but I've had experience which his type. Now I know people will say that every nut job is unique but they haven't had to sit through a Anthony Douglas speech before, I swear it was enough to even drive the most stable and level head person batty... But you see it's probably good that I'm not the most stable and level headed person, don't get me wrong I'm not on Anthony Douglas clichéd weirdo level but I have my moments...
I can't but help but let a smirk appear on my face as I see a smile on Morrigan's face...
Wolf: I want to set Mister Cliché Weirdo straight on a few things, firstly as far as me working for Seth as far as most of us with common sense see it everyone in WCF works for Seth in some way as he's the owner of WCF and no matter our job title we're employees so we all work for Seth. But as far as Seth sending me to put you down Anthony... Seth might be the owner of WCF but he didn't send me to put you down and to be honest why would he, you're nothing but a cliché weirdo with an inflated ego. To be honest I doubt you even register on Seth's radar other than being one of the new competitors he signed, I'm probably the same but you see as big of an ego as I have I'm not a conspiracy nut like you, I don't think everyone is out to get me or that I'm important enough... Yet... I want to emphasis that I'm not important enough Yet to be on anyone's radar, but I'm working my way up the preverbial mountain! You see I may have stumbled with the Legion but last week I got things back on the right track when I beat Caliban and I'm going to look to continue that this week when I beat you. Now I know people will say I'm being over confident and anything can happen in the middle of that ring but you see I'm determined to go out there and beat you not for the good of WCF but because you were dumb enough to run your mouth about Morrigan. I heard what you said I the smarter part of me know you said what you said to get a raise out of me, to knock me off of my game but what you failed to realise is the more animalistic and prone to violence side of me heard what you said and it lit a fire under me this week to go out to the ring and cause you fucking harm... I don't care what you said about me I expect people to verbally throw shit but when you bad mouth Morrigan...
I look directly at the camera lens.
Wolf: I'm going out their with the intent to SERIOUS HURT YOU!
I feel the anger burning in my chest.
Wolf: You wanted to get a rise out of me... Congratulations arsehole you got one... By the end of the night you're going to be forced to realise you need to show women some damn respect otherwise people like me with seriously fuck your shit up!
I look at Morrigan who gives me the signal I need to take a breath which I subsequently do.
Wolf: Before I finish I also want to bring up the fact you brought up my ring attire and while to some it may seem that I'm as you put it a weekend warrior, the way I dress out to that ring is as an ode to how I got my first big break in WCF as part of The Legion. As much as I would like to move on from my Legion days, our past is part of who we are and to ignore it would be ignoring an important part of ourselves. So I wear this gear as a way to remind myself of my past and also as way to pay tribute to all the honourable men and woman of the armed services. And also I really don't do Lycra around my groin area in any form... Just no...
I smirk.
Wolf: You're going to learn Anthony that I'm one of the most ruthless sons of bitches on the planet... Any weakness I see in that ring, any moment of doubt you have in the ring you can bet your damn loud mouth arse that I'm going to make sure I do everything I can to capitalise on it...
I smirk as I look directly into the camera...
Wolf: Anthony I want you to know when we compete in the ring, all your bullshit conspiracies, all your deluded thoughts mean nothing to me cause unlike the classic fairytale, it doesn't matter whether you're the little piggy that hides in the house made of straw, the house made of sticks or the house made of bricks cause I'm that big bad wolf and not matter what you build your little world around when you step in the ring with me I'll bring the whole motherfucking thing down around your little piggy ears! And Anthony I want you to know in case it still hasn't sunk into the thick head of yours... I DON'T LIKE YOU, I DON'T RESPECT YOU, AND I SURE AS HELL DON'T FEAR YOU!
Morrigan clicks a button and lowers the camera.
Off Camera
Morrigan: And we're done! I just need a name for it...
Wolf: How about “The Wolf vs. The Cliché Weirdo ”...
She smiles at it...
Morrigan: I like it... I'll send it off to one of the WCF's media people and you can finish getting ready...
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Location: Trenton, New Jersey
Time: Several Days Ago
Off Camera
The scene opens on a interview room in Trent New Jersey Police Department, I'm sitting dressed in a pair of jeans, a pair of black military boots and a black Adidas Chicago Bulls Resonate Pullover Hoodie, I'm currently handcuffed to a table as I await one of the local detectives after getting picked up off of the street. After a few minutes of waiting two middle aged men walk in one quiet short with a pot belly and the other one slightly taller and thinner both dressed in cheap suits. I look at them and notice both have detective badges attached to their belts.
Detective 1: I'm Detective Hardy and This is Detective Laurel.
I have to fight to hold back from bursting out laughing.
Detective Laurel: Something funny?
Wolf: It's just normally Laurel is the skinny one and Hardy is the heavier set one...
Neither of them look amused.
Wolf: Tough Crowd... So why did you feel the need to pick me up off the street?
Laurel: We don't like your kind in town...
I look at them trying to act puzzled but I instantly know what this is about.
Hardy: We know who exactly you are... What you going by now Mr Wolf is it?... Actually it doesn't matter, what matters is that we know who you are and who you're affiliated with...
Laurel: We know you're hired muscle for Leon Kelly a made man in the Chicago Mob... We also know that the little princess you're running around with is his adopted daughter Jessica who goes under his wives maiden name Morrigan...
I smirk.
Wolf: I'm sure how all that is relevant to why I'm sitting here in handcuffs or why you picked me up off of the street in the fashion you did?
Detective Laurel slams his hands down on the desk.
Laurel: Cut the crap smart ass... We're the one asking the questions... We also know you're associated with Robert Michaels of The Saints of Anarchy and your uncle is Callen “Irish” McGarrett ...
I raise my finger and go to say something but I think better of it.
Laurel: We don't like your type around here so consider this your first and final warning we'll be keeping an eye on you and if you make one step we don't like then your ass is ours...
All of a sudden there's a knock at the door and before either of the detectives can react in walks a man with his hair slicked back and dressed in an expensive looking hand tailored suit.
Connors: I hope you're not trying to intimidate my client...
Detective Laurel looks at him with a strong look of disdain and anger...
Laurel: And who the hell would you be?
Connors doesn't flinch.
Connors: I'm his Attorney and you can call me Mister Connors for now and if you continue to harass my client you'll be calling me that bastard that got me suspended. You have nothing to hold my client on as there hasn't been any crime committed and there hasn't been any charges filled... So unless you want to be a traffic cop in an hour, get those cuffs off of my client and we'll be out of here!
All of a sudden another middle aged man wearing a slightly better quality suit than the detective walks in.
Man: You heard him, get those cuffs off of Mister Wolf there!
Detective Hardy walks over to me and starts to undo my cuffs while Detective Laurel looks towards who I'm guessing is his commanding officer or something with an annoyed look before storming out of the room. Connors looks at me and smiles.
Connors: And now if you don't mind we'll be on our way...
I stand up and I go to leave and as I walk past the Hardy and Laurel's boss he hands me my wallet, phone, earphones and keys. We make our way out of the police station and I breath a small sigh of relief as I see Morrigan standing by our rent-a-car, I thank Connors who smiles at me and nods his head towards Morrigan as he walks over to his waiting town car as the scene fades.
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----------{Scene Two }----------
Location: Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, New Jersey
Time: Today
On Camera
The scene opens inside the Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, New Jersey, I'm sitting getting my wrestling gear on, I already have on my combat/cargo trousers, my black sleeveless t-shirt/vest and I'm just lacing up my boots. I look up and see Morrigan standing there in a pair of black skinny jeans, a pair of black leather boots and a new “Lights Out and On To The Next One” woman's skinny tank top with the back ripped/torn.
Morrigan: So what you think of the new WCF merchandise?... Normally they're in black or white but I got them to do me one in hot pink as a special one off.
Wolf: Give use a spin then...
She does a little spin on the spot and I can't help but notice how fine her arse looks in those skinny jeans which brings a smile to my face, she turns back to face me and I quickly catch myself...
Wolf: ...Looks Good!
She smells at me and raises her Canon Legria HF G30 camcorder.
Morrigan: You ready to lay down a few words then?
I nod my head.
Wolf: Sure... Actually been looking forward to it... After what the idiot said I got a few chosen words for him!
Morrigan: I bet you do..
She lifts the camcorder and presses a few buttons before giving me the signal...
Wolf: Yes it's me Robert Wolf, here back on WCF television... Last week I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I beat Caliban pretty quick which I admit was a bit of a let down as I was looking to beat the crap out of him a bit... But that was last week and like I say Lights Out and On To The Next One which this week is Anthony Douglas I guy that is playing the cliché holier than thou nut job... That's fine by me I've dealt with people like him before not in WCF but I've had experience which his type. Now I know people will say that every nut job is unique but they haven't had to sit through a Anthony Douglas speech before, I swear it was enough to even drive the most stable and level head person batty... But you see it's probably good that I'm not the most stable and level headed person, don't get me wrong I'm not on Anthony Douglas clichéd weirdo level but I have my moments...
I can't but help but let a smirk appear on my face as I see a smile on Morrigan's face...
Wolf: I want to set Mister Cliché Weirdo straight on a few things, firstly as far as me working for Seth as far as most of us with common sense see it everyone in WCF works for Seth in some way as he's the owner of WCF and no matter our job title we're employees so we all work for Seth. But as far as Seth sending me to put you down Anthony... Seth might be the owner of WCF but he didn't send me to put you down and to be honest why would he, you're nothing but a cliché weirdo with an inflated ego. To be honest I doubt you even register on Seth's radar other than being one of the new competitors he signed, I'm probably the same but you see as big of an ego as I have I'm not a conspiracy nut like you, I don't think everyone is out to get me or that I'm important enough... Yet... I want to emphasis that I'm not important enough Yet to be on anyone's radar, but I'm working my way up the preverbial mountain! You see I may have stumbled with the Legion but last week I got things back on the right track when I beat Caliban and I'm going to look to continue that this week when I beat you. Now I know people will say I'm being over confident and anything can happen in the middle of that ring but you see I'm determined to go out there and beat you not for the good of WCF but because you were dumb enough to run your mouth about Morrigan. I heard what you said I the smarter part of me know you said what you said to get a raise out of me, to knock me off of my game but what you failed to realise is the more animalistic and prone to violence side of me heard what you said and it lit a fire under me this week to go out to the ring and cause you fucking harm... I don't care what you said about me I expect people to verbally throw shit but when you bad mouth Morrigan...
I look directly at the camera lens.
Wolf: I'm going out their with the intent to SERIOUS HURT YOU!
I feel the anger burning in my chest.
Wolf: You wanted to get a rise out of me... Congratulations arsehole you got one... By the end of the night you're going to be forced to realise you need to show women some damn respect otherwise people like me with seriously fuck your shit up!
I look at Morrigan who gives me the signal I need to take a breath which I subsequently do.
Wolf: Before I finish I also want to bring up the fact you brought up my ring attire and while to some it may seem that I'm as you put it a weekend warrior, the way I dress out to that ring is as an ode to how I got my first big break in WCF as part of The Legion. As much as I would like to move on from my Legion days, our past is part of who we are and to ignore it would be ignoring an important part of ourselves. So I wear this gear as a way to remind myself of my past and also as way to pay tribute to all the honourable men and woman of the armed services. And also I really don't do Lycra around my groin area in any form... Just no...
I smirk.
Wolf: You're going to learn Anthony that I'm one of the most ruthless sons of bitches on the planet... Any weakness I see in that ring, any moment of doubt you have in the ring you can bet your damn loud mouth arse that I'm going to make sure I do everything I can to capitalise on it...
I smirk as I look directly into the camera...
Wolf: Anthony I want you to know when we compete in the ring, all your bullshit conspiracies, all your deluded thoughts mean nothing to me cause unlike the classic fairytale, it doesn't matter whether you're the little piggy that hides in the house made of straw, the house made of sticks or the house made of bricks cause I'm that big bad wolf and not matter what you build your little world around when you step in the ring with me I'll bring the whole motherfucking thing down around your little piggy ears! And Anthony I want you to know in case it still hasn't sunk into the thick head of yours... I DON'T LIKE YOU, I DON'T RESPECT YOU, AND I SURE AS HELL DON'T FEAR YOU!
Morrigan clicks a button and lowers the camera.
Off Camera
Morrigan: And we're done! I just need a name for it...
Wolf: How about “The Wolf vs. The Cliché Weirdo ”...
She smiles at it...
Morrigan: I like it... I'll send it off to one of the WCF's media people and you can finish getting ready...
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