Post by alexbankmanship on Jan 22, 2012 8:08:56 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a shadowed figure walking in the background. He then dissappears out of sight, and within a mere second, the lights are on. We're now inside of a deluxe building with huge glass doors at the entrance. Inside, are hundreds of cubicles for the mindless workers slaving away at their job. To the right of them are three secretaries fast typing at their computers. One is a young lady, around the age of 21. It looks like this might be her first job. She has her hair done and a low cut dress on. The other is an elderly lady who looks to always have an angry look on her face. She continues to pound her fist into her desk out of frustration. She flings the stapler behind her head and almost hits the young lady who barely avoids the contact. She goes to stand up but a tall figure stands before her.
Older Secretary: How may I help you?
Tall Man: Yes, I would like to talk with Mr. Bankmanship.
Older Secretary: Do you have an appointment?
Tall Man: No, he said that I do not need...
Older Secretary: EVERYBODY NEEDS AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE MR. BANKMANSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!
The tall man is startled at the temper of the older secretary. He turns and starts to walk away but before he's able to leave, the young secretary stands up much to the chagrin of her superior.
Young Secretary: Mister?
He turns around
Tall Man: Yes?
Young Secretary: Would you happen to be Calvin Johnson?
Tall Man: Yes I am.
Older Secretary: WHO? I've never heard of a Calvin Johnson and he wouldn't ever have an appointment with Mr. Bankmanship, I can tell you that right now.
Young Secretary: I'll go ask if he's expecting you.
Older Secretary: You will do no such thing. Mr. Calvin Johnson can take a seat right over there and if Mr. Bankmanship is expecting you, he will be out here when he's ready to see you. You understand?
Calvin Johnson: Yes ma'am.
The older secretary gives Calvin Johnson a stern look as he takes a seat near the young secretary as she gives him a smile and she blushes. The scene then shifts location and takes us to the back of the building passing numerous doors and almost making a waiter drops one of her trays. The camera then slowly enters the office of Mr. Bankmanship. Once we enter, it is pure silent. It's a huge room with plenty of posters hanging from the walls most of them are sport athletes. At the end of the room sits Mr. Bankmanship at his desk. He's reclined back on his chair as he turns around and he's seen talking on the phone to an unknown client.
Alex Bankmanship: He's going to be happy with whatever contract that I sign for him. You got that?
There is talk on the other end of the line but nobody besides Mr. Bankmanship can hear from him from our location. Alex then responds again.
Alex Bankmanship: Tell him that if he's ever going to play for the Seattle Seahawks again, he must perform at an extraordinary level or I am unable to give him the contract that he wants. End of discussion.
Alex hangs up the phone as he sees the camera staring directly at him.
Alex Bankman: Oh sorry, I didn't see you there. That was a very important phone call and hopefully everybody will make the right decision. Forgive me for being rude, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alex Bankmanship. I'm kind of a big shot here in the great state of Washington. That figures why most of you have no idea who I am. That's not your fault, that's not anybody's fault. I just haven't been exposed to the world yet. I've been waiting for the right time to supercede what everybody thought I would evantually become.
No need to go into details. Just let me tell you that none of you would like that Alex Bankmanship, I can guarantee you that. I live in the present day. I don't care what happened a day ago, a week ago, a month ago, even a year ago. Today is the moment that we live for. Today is the time to shine. Washington is the state that I grew up in and spent most of my time. I've been sheltered throughout these years because I didn't want to expand. I didn't want my business to go into an empire that I would start to despise because everything I would do in the future wouldn't be good anymore.
The sliding glass door swings open and the young secretary slowly walks into the room. Her long luscious legs going up to her firm supple breasts with the low cut top on. She waves her hair around making herself look sexier as Mr. Bankmanship falls back into his seat but quickly regains his composure and sits back into the chair.
Young Secretary: Mr. Bankmanship, Mr. Bankmanship?
Alex Bankmanship: Yes?
Young Secretary: There's a tall young man out here and he goes by the name Calvin Johnson. He said he had an appointment. Patti said he didn't but I believe him.
Alex Bankmanship: You mean Megatron is coming into my building and asking for me?
Young Secretary: I believe so.
Alex Bankmanship: What are you waiting for? Send him in right away.
The young secretary hurries back to her desk where she motions for Calvin to walk this way. He passes an eerie eyeballing Patti, who doesn't take her eyes off of the man they call Megatron. He gives a hasty wave to her as they pass through the doors and slam them shut. As soon as Calvin turns into the room, there is Mr. Bankmanship to greets him with a firm handshake and Calvin accepts it.
Alex Bankmanship: MEGATRON!!! What brings you to these neck of the woods?
Calvin Johnson: I'm not sure if you know but the Detroit Lions made the playoffs this year? You know, just three years ago we went 0-16 but with the combined forces of Matthew Stafford and myself, we exceeded expectations. The entire team is already looking forward to next year.
Alex Bankmanship: I'm glad the Detroit Lions are finally coming out of their long losing streak. I like that franchise. I don't represent them though. Here in Washington, we're all about the Seattle Seahawks.
Calvin Johnson: And that's why I'm here.
Alex Bankmanship:
Calvin Johnson: I would like to endorse one of the finest NFL Wide Recievers to ever play this game. Back in Detroit, we're not drafting a reciever because well, they've got me and well they've got me. If I was ever a free agent, I would sign with the Seahawks but that That stays between you and myself, agreed?
Alex Bankmanship: Agreed!
Calvin Johnson: GET JUSTIN BLACKMON!!!!!!!
Alex Bankmanship: We're in no position to do that!
Calvin Johnson: You want to take the next step in this league, you will draft Justin Blackmon.
Alex Bankmanship: I'm afraid we're unable to do that.
Calvin Johnson: You'll regret it.
Calvin just shakes his head and leaves the door and now Alex Bankmanship has a bewildered look on his face. What the hell was that about?
Alex Bankmanship: Who sent Calvin Johnson to my building and tell me to draft Justin Blackmon? Was that even Calvin Johnson to begin with? That sure looked like him but looks can be deceiving.
Alex Bankmanship stratches his head
Alex Bankmanship: I know that Calvin Johnson knows just who in the hell I am, I'm sure everybody else is gonna get that same picture in due time. You look around me and I don't see anybody worthy of my time. I spent a second in that locker room and I stood there in disgust. Do any of them even deserve to step inside of a wrestling ring week in and week out and even get a paycheck for it?
Alex Bankmanship chuckles to himself.
Alex Bankmanship: Take a look at one of their champions. His name is Jonny Fly. JONNY FLY!!! First time I've ever heard somebody had the last name Fly and hopefully, let's pray to the lord, that nobody else will even dream of having that name. He seems to have the same depressing story that everybody else seem to have. Is this why professional wrestling is considered a sideshow compared to the other sports? Why can't one man just come along and be treated like royalty? Why can't one man come into this profession and be a stable leader for all of the followers? Oh that's right, SOMEBODY FINALLY DID AND HIS NAME IS ALEX BANKMANSHIP!!!!!!!!!
I sit here in my huge office and I always reflect back on my life. Do I wish that it could have been better? No. Do I wish that anything could have been different? Hell no. My life is near perfect but there's one thing that's missing and that's the championship belt that is wrapped around Jonny Fly's waist? Do you like being called a champion? Is it the first time in your life that you've been a respected individual?
Don't get used to it because I could easily beat you down to a bloody pulp. That does not make me a violent person. Far from it because the violence that happens in our every day off is uncalled for. We don't need fist fights in bars but every now and then, a beligerent drunk will start a fight for no apparent reason. Is it because he wants to show that he's tougher? He'll even threaten to break the body over the next man's skull and for what? Because the other man is rooting for the New York Giants to lose in the playoffs? I condone my actions because I know I am a violent, barbaric individual who wants to brawl just because I can. I take pride in my appearance and seeing me stand over a fallen victim while other drunks applaud, give me a thumbs up and then chug another bottle of Coors Light is not my ideal idea of a perfect situation.
While others make part in violent acts just because they can, I only do it if I must. I only do it if I am backed in a corner and the opposition isn't going to back down and let me leave in peace. Inside the squared circle, that is the perfect example of an athletic competition. That is what I trained for years to perfect. I became a student of the game by becoming one of the best in the world at technical wrestling. I wish I could have trained in Stu Hart's dungeon. I wish I could have been a part of the Hart family. They defined professional wrestling and that's what I'm going to bring back. I'm going to show the world that a technical wrestler will out wrestle a brawler, a highflyer, anybody that steps foot in the ring against me that I'm just plain better. If you choose to fight me in a dark alley, that's your choose. I don't want to participate in an unconventional way of solving your differences. Will one knockout punch solve your problems? You're still going to become a loser that bar hops week in and week out just looking for your next fight. That will be your means of keeping yourself satisfied. That's a pity because you could always look to the stars and know there is a better solution somewhere in the world. I'm not going to tell you the answer but you should get the hint.
I hate it. I just absoutely hate it when I see 14, 15, 16 year old men or woman who are told to do something because they decided to join a gang. Is that disgusting or what? They are part of a clique, they finally have a family that will protect them. They think that they belong in this world. Their true calling means that they must kill and maim others that they do not particulary like. Is it because that man wear the wrong colors? Is it because that man lives on the wrong side of the city? You can't tell me that any of you think that it is kosher to shoot a man because he wears all red?
The crimes are going to continue and I thought there was nothing I could do about it. In recent times however, I have lent my hand to the less fortunate. We grab them a wrestling singlet or a football helment and I know they're leading a path that is going to bring them to true happiness. A huge house, a nice car and the sexiest wife that you can even imagine. Take a look for yourself.
Sexy music starts playing and Eliza Dushku comes walking and gives Alex Bankmanship a peck on the cheek.
Alex Bankmanship: Do you want this to happen? I know everybody does. I know you do too Jonny Fly. We'll see if you can prop up to the occasion and wither away into the wind. Come Slam, we're going to see who the better man is. And my recent poll shows that the better man will be the NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION MR. ALEX BANKMANSHIP!
Alex Bankmanship sits there and ponders the thought "Should the Seattle Seahawks draft Justin Blackmon? Let's take a look at his backstory. Mr. Bankmanship plops his laptop as the scene fades to black with a picture of maybe the next Seattle Seahawk.
Older Secretary: How may I help you?
Tall Man: Yes, I would like to talk with Mr. Bankmanship.
Older Secretary: Do you have an appointment?
Tall Man: No, he said that I do not need...
Older Secretary: EVERYBODY NEEDS AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE MR. BANKMANSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!
The tall man is startled at the temper of the older secretary. He turns and starts to walk away but before he's able to leave, the young secretary stands up much to the chagrin of her superior.
Young Secretary: Mister?
He turns around
Tall Man: Yes?
Young Secretary: Would you happen to be Calvin Johnson?
Tall Man: Yes I am.
Older Secretary: WHO? I've never heard of a Calvin Johnson and he wouldn't ever have an appointment with Mr. Bankmanship, I can tell you that right now.
Young Secretary: I'll go ask if he's expecting you.
Older Secretary: You will do no such thing. Mr. Calvin Johnson can take a seat right over there and if Mr. Bankmanship is expecting you, he will be out here when he's ready to see you. You understand?
Calvin Johnson: Yes ma'am.
The older secretary gives Calvin Johnson a stern look as he takes a seat near the young secretary as she gives him a smile and she blushes. The scene then shifts location and takes us to the back of the building passing numerous doors and almost making a waiter drops one of her trays. The camera then slowly enters the office of Mr. Bankmanship. Once we enter, it is pure silent. It's a huge room with plenty of posters hanging from the walls most of them are sport athletes. At the end of the room sits Mr. Bankmanship at his desk. He's reclined back on his chair as he turns around and he's seen talking on the phone to an unknown client.
Alex Bankmanship: He's going to be happy with whatever contract that I sign for him. You got that?
There is talk on the other end of the line but nobody besides Mr. Bankmanship can hear from him from our location. Alex then responds again.
Alex Bankmanship: Tell him that if he's ever going to play for the Seattle Seahawks again, he must perform at an extraordinary level or I am unable to give him the contract that he wants. End of discussion.
Alex hangs up the phone as he sees the camera staring directly at him.
Alex Bankman: Oh sorry, I didn't see you there. That was a very important phone call and hopefully everybody will make the right decision. Forgive me for being rude, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alex Bankmanship. I'm kind of a big shot here in the great state of Washington. That figures why most of you have no idea who I am. That's not your fault, that's not anybody's fault. I just haven't been exposed to the world yet. I've been waiting for the right time to supercede what everybody thought I would evantually become.
No need to go into details. Just let me tell you that none of you would like that Alex Bankmanship, I can guarantee you that. I live in the present day. I don't care what happened a day ago, a week ago, a month ago, even a year ago. Today is the moment that we live for. Today is the time to shine. Washington is the state that I grew up in and spent most of my time. I've been sheltered throughout these years because I didn't want to expand. I didn't want my business to go into an empire that I would start to despise because everything I would do in the future wouldn't be good anymore.
The sliding glass door swings open and the young secretary slowly walks into the room. Her long luscious legs going up to her firm supple breasts with the low cut top on. She waves her hair around making herself look sexier as Mr. Bankmanship falls back into his seat but quickly regains his composure and sits back into the chair.
Young Secretary: Mr. Bankmanship, Mr. Bankmanship?
Alex Bankmanship: Yes?
Young Secretary: There's a tall young man out here and he goes by the name Calvin Johnson. He said he had an appointment. Patti said he didn't but I believe him.
Alex Bankmanship: You mean Megatron is coming into my building and asking for me?
Young Secretary: I believe so.
Alex Bankmanship: What are you waiting for? Send him in right away.
The young secretary hurries back to her desk where she motions for Calvin to walk this way. He passes an eerie eyeballing Patti, who doesn't take her eyes off of the man they call Megatron. He gives a hasty wave to her as they pass through the doors and slam them shut. As soon as Calvin turns into the room, there is Mr. Bankmanship to greets him with a firm handshake and Calvin accepts it.
Alex Bankmanship: MEGATRON!!! What brings you to these neck of the woods?
Calvin Johnson: I'm not sure if you know but the Detroit Lions made the playoffs this year? You know, just three years ago we went 0-16 but with the combined forces of Matthew Stafford and myself, we exceeded expectations. The entire team is already looking forward to next year.
Alex Bankmanship: I'm glad the Detroit Lions are finally coming out of their long losing streak. I like that franchise. I don't represent them though. Here in Washington, we're all about the Seattle Seahawks.
Calvin Johnson: And that's why I'm here.
Alex Bankmanship:
Calvin Johnson: I would like to endorse one of the finest NFL Wide Recievers to ever play this game. Back in Detroit, we're not drafting a reciever because well, they've got me and well they've got me. If I was ever a free agent, I would sign with the Seahawks but that That stays between you and myself, agreed?
Alex Bankmanship: Agreed!
Calvin Johnson: GET JUSTIN BLACKMON!!!!!!!
Alex Bankmanship: We're in no position to do that!
Calvin Johnson: You want to take the next step in this league, you will draft Justin Blackmon.
Alex Bankmanship: I'm afraid we're unable to do that.
Calvin Johnson: You'll regret it.
Calvin just shakes his head and leaves the door and now Alex Bankmanship has a bewildered look on his face. What the hell was that about?
Alex Bankmanship: Who sent Calvin Johnson to my building and tell me to draft Justin Blackmon? Was that even Calvin Johnson to begin with? That sure looked like him but looks can be deceiving.
Alex Bankmanship stratches his head
Alex Bankmanship: I know that Calvin Johnson knows just who in the hell I am, I'm sure everybody else is gonna get that same picture in due time. You look around me and I don't see anybody worthy of my time. I spent a second in that locker room and I stood there in disgust. Do any of them even deserve to step inside of a wrestling ring week in and week out and even get a paycheck for it?
Alex Bankmanship chuckles to himself.
Alex Bankmanship: Take a look at one of their champions. His name is Jonny Fly. JONNY FLY!!! First time I've ever heard somebody had the last name Fly and hopefully, let's pray to the lord, that nobody else will even dream of having that name. He seems to have the same depressing story that everybody else seem to have. Is this why professional wrestling is considered a sideshow compared to the other sports? Why can't one man just come along and be treated like royalty? Why can't one man come into this profession and be a stable leader for all of the followers? Oh that's right, SOMEBODY FINALLY DID AND HIS NAME IS ALEX BANKMANSHIP!!!!!!!!!
I sit here in my huge office and I always reflect back on my life. Do I wish that it could have been better? No. Do I wish that anything could have been different? Hell no. My life is near perfect but there's one thing that's missing and that's the championship belt that is wrapped around Jonny Fly's waist? Do you like being called a champion? Is it the first time in your life that you've been a respected individual?
Don't get used to it because I could easily beat you down to a bloody pulp. That does not make me a violent person. Far from it because the violence that happens in our every day off is uncalled for. We don't need fist fights in bars but every now and then, a beligerent drunk will start a fight for no apparent reason. Is it because he wants to show that he's tougher? He'll even threaten to break the body over the next man's skull and for what? Because the other man is rooting for the New York Giants to lose in the playoffs? I condone my actions because I know I am a violent, barbaric individual who wants to brawl just because I can. I take pride in my appearance and seeing me stand over a fallen victim while other drunks applaud, give me a thumbs up and then chug another bottle of Coors Light is not my ideal idea of a perfect situation.
While others make part in violent acts just because they can, I only do it if I must. I only do it if I am backed in a corner and the opposition isn't going to back down and let me leave in peace. Inside the squared circle, that is the perfect example of an athletic competition. That is what I trained for years to perfect. I became a student of the game by becoming one of the best in the world at technical wrestling. I wish I could have trained in Stu Hart's dungeon. I wish I could have been a part of the Hart family. They defined professional wrestling and that's what I'm going to bring back. I'm going to show the world that a technical wrestler will out wrestle a brawler, a highflyer, anybody that steps foot in the ring against me that I'm just plain better. If you choose to fight me in a dark alley, that's your choose. I don't want to participate in an unconventional way of solving your differences. Will one knockout punch solve your problems? You're still going to become a loser that bar hops week in and week out just looking for your next fight. That will be your means of keeping yourself satisfied. That's a pity because you could always look to the stars and know there is a better solution somewhere in the world. I'm not going to tell you the answer but you should get the hint.
I hate it. I just absoutely hate it when I see 14, 15, 16 year old men or woman who are told to do something because they decided to join a gang. Is that disgusting or what? They are part of a clique, they finally have a family that will protect them. They think that they belong in this world. Their true calling means that they must kill and maim others that they do not particulary like. Is it because that man wear the wrong colors? Is it because that man lives on the wrong side of the city? You can't tell me that any of you think that it is kosher to shoot a man because he wears all red?
The crimes are going to continue and I thought there was nothing I could do about it. In recent times however, I have lent my hand to the less fortunate. We grab them a wrestling singlet or a football helment and I know they're leading a path that is going to bring them to true happiness. A huge house, a nice car and the sexiest wife that you can even imagine. Take a look for yourself.
Sexy music starts playing and Eliza Dushku comes walking and gives Alex Bankmanship a peck on the cheek.
Alex Bankmanship: Do you want this to happen? I know everybody does. I know you do too Jonny Fly. We'll see if you can prop up to the occasion and wither away into the wind. Come Slam, we're going to see who the better man is. And my recent poll shows that the better man will be the NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION MR. ALEX BANKMANSHIP!
Alex Bankmanship sits there and ponders the thought "Should the Seattle Seahawks draft Justin Blackmon? Let's take a look at his backstory. Mr. Bankmanship plops his laptop as the scene fades to black with a picture of maybe the next Seattle Seahawk.
