Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 6:07:49 GMT -5
Eric Price defeated Kale Windsor in his fifth Television Title defense at Slam. This week, WCF takes a break but Mr. Eric Price does not as he has signed to compete in GEW’s Shoot To Thrill event where he will be defending his Television Title in a triple threat match. Admittedly, he is none to thrilled about that prospect but will be heading down there to defend what he refers to as his deserved title. With War looming and the war of words on Twitter escalating with Jonny Fly, nothing is certain in WCF.
Eric Price yearns to prove he is the best and he is the top man in WCF although in his own mind, he already is. However, he will continue to prove he is the best by getting into the ring and facing all comers. This week however, he also will pay tribute to Jeff Purse’s career. Definitely a busy week for Eric Price as he also has to deal with the situation caused by an unknown blackmailer who may have Price’s number. Price forced to cater to this person’s demands as he cannot determine who it is as of yet but as this story unfolds, he hopes to find out and bring this person to justice to see if they actually know anything or are just making it up as they go along.
Day I: Wednesday 9/12 – 11 AM – Eric Price’s Office Building in Los Angeles, CA
Scene I: Tracing The Courier
*Eric Price is shown sitting in a conference room in his building at the head of the table with a black suit, red tie and shirt on. In front of him are two members of his legal team, two detectives, as well as his assistant Damian to report on the recent incidents Eric has been dealing with. Doors and curtains to this room are shut and the door is locked so as to not be disturbed.*
Eric: Okay, I have gathered you all here to deal with a recent personal matter that has come to affect me. Some of you might be thinking I am wasting company time with this but you have to realize a few things. First, this is MY company, secondly, I pay you to work here at MY company, third, you all answer to ME and without ME this company will cease to exist as it does today. With that in mind, we need to nip this in the bud. Damian I’m sure has brought you up to speed with what I requested of him. We have a blackmailer on our hands who is trying to make it seem as if I legitimately hurt the young woman with whom I recently had the self-defense incident. Despite the fact that I paid for the funeral and generated decent PR after such a horrible tragedy, he claims to have evidence to indicate that everything I did that night was premeditated.
Obviously, this is not true but it could be damning to my reputation if this were allowed to get out and I need to keep a tight lid on this. The main reason I have brought you all here is to see if you have any information on this person. Now, I’m expecting him to call me any minute here and that’s why the two detectives you see are here. They have some tracing equipment attached to my cell phone. As soon as he calls, we will begin tracing. Now, the two detectives here, Tim and Vince have told me a certain amount of time the call has to last for us to figure out where he’s calling from. Gentlemen.
Vince: The call has to last at least 45 seconds for us to have a solid trace otherwise we will have nothing. As a note, everyone except Mr. Price must be absolutely silent during this, as we do not want to spook the caller and cause him to hang up prematurely.
Eric: Very good gentlemen. Now, what are the legal *ring* *ring*. Quiet quiet!
Eric (on cell phone): Hello.
Caller (on cell phone): Good morning Mr. Price, how are you this morning?
Eric (on cell phone): What do you want?
Caller (on cell phone): Why so hostile Mr. Price? Are we not friends? You’re starting to hurt my feelings you know. And when my feelings are hurt, I can make some rash decisions.
*The detectives are signaling to Eric to keep his tone calm and keep the caller calm*
Eric (on cell phone): I apologize. I haven’t had my coffee so my day is just starting. I am doing well. How are you good sir?
Caller (on cell phone): I’m doing well too, thank you. Now, are you ready for your first task Mr. Price?
Eric (on cell phone): What would you like to me to do?
Caller (on cell phone): You will receive a note from your receptionist in about 45 seconds. Follow the instructions on it and we will go from there.
Eric (on cell phone): How many tasks *click*
Eric: Did we get it?
Vince: Sorry sir, call was only 40 seconds, he hung up unexpectedly and we couldn’t trace him.
Eric: Bastard!
Tim: Although I must say the number that came in is interesting.
Eric: What do you mean?
Tim: That’s the number to one of your payphones in your building’s lobby.
Eric: What?! Call Security immediately and tell them to pull up footage of the lobby for the last 15 minutes as I want to see who came in and out of the building.
Tim: Understand Mr. Price that although it may have said that number, that doesn’t mean he was actually here, he could have been spoofing it.
Eric: Well *buzz* Yes?!
Receptionist: Mr. Price?
Eric: I said no interruptions.
Receptionist: Yes sir but a note just arrived for you. It’s in a fancy envelope addressed directly to you and says it’s from “A Benefactor”.
Eric: What?! I’ll come down there and get it myself. Gentlemen, I’ll be back in 5 minutes, I’m going down to the lobby to get this note. Get this footage and let’s see if we can track this bastard.
*The scene fades to black as Eric makes his way toward the door to exit the conference room.*
Scene II: Tracking Untraceable Deliveries
*Eric Price is shown arriving in the lobby at the receptionist’s desk*
Eric: Excuse me, you said you had a letter for me.
Receptionist: Yes sir, here it is.
Eric: Quick question, may I ask you who delivered this?
Receptionist: It all came with the general mail for the day.
Eric: So it wasn’t a special delivery of some kind?
Receptionist: No sir.
Eric: Thank you.
*Eric grabs the letter and sprints toward the door where he sees the mailman packing up and getting ready to leave.*
Eric: HEY!
*The mailman is in his car and already beginning to drive away as Eric races outside and chases after the car. He runs and grabs onto the back of the car and starts knocking feverishly on it.*
Eric: HEY! STOP THE CAR!
*The mailman hears the screams and immediately stops the car and gets out to see what the ruckus is all about.*
Mailman: Can I help you?
Eric: Yes.
*Eric is still catching his breath*
Eric: This letter … you delivered this letter to my building, right?
Mailman: Yes.
Eric: It’s addressed to me but I noticed that the return address on it is fake.
Mailman: That’s true.
Eric: Then why did you process it?
Mailman: Because I noticed it in my box today and noticed it was going to your building, which is on my route. I figured I may as well deliver it due to common courtesy.
Eric: Was this letter specifically given to you by someone?
Mailman: Not that I can recall. It was in my pile of letters as all the mail is.
Eric: But look at it, no postal seal, nothing, just a letter with no markings except for the return address.
Mailman: Guess it’s possible someone could have dumped it into my box while I wasn’t looking.
Eric: But who?
Mailman: I wouldn’t know sir. I apologize.
Eric: Fine fine, thank you.
*Eric walks away defeated back to his office building. He has the letter in hand and is walking into the lobby. As he walks past, he notices one of the public phones starts ringing in the lobby. He approaches the phone and answers it.*
Eric (on the phone): Hello?
Caller (on the phone): Mr. Price, why are you making this more difficult than it needs to be?
Eric (on the phone): Who the hell … are you watching me?
Caller (on the phone): You could say that although admittedly, your every move is quite predictable. Don’t worry, the mail carrier knows nothing as that letter was slipped in without his knowledge.
Eric (on the phone): What is it that you want from me?
Caller (on the phone): I told you, follow the tasks I require of you Mr. Price and we can end this amicably. Or I suppose I could call the media and let them deal with this as they see fit.
Eric (on the phone): No no, I will … wait, what assures me you’re not just bluffing? After all, you’re a mystery caller on a payphone, who’s to say you’re not just pranking me?
Caller (on the phone): I assure you I do not kid Mr. Price. The envelope, open it in a private area by yourself where no one is looking. I suggest you do it on a computer that is off the grid. You will find out everything you need to know there.
Eric (on the phone): You no good piece of *click*.
*Eric hangs up the phone looking ever so pissed at the situation. He quickly stuffs the envelope in his jacket pocket and makes his way to the elevator as the scene fades to black.*
Scene III: Dividing by Zero
*Eric Price is shown back in the conference room with the locked door. He is sitting down again at the head of the table.*
Eric: I picked up the envelope but all it contained was a letter saying await further instructions.
Vince: Anything else?
Eric: Unfortunately no. Did you guys gather any information from the security tapes?
Vince: We started reviewing them but everything looks normal, nothing was given to the receptionist except the mail.
Eric: And I already spoke with the mailman but he knew nothing. Any suspicious characters?
Vince: No, nothing odd unfortunately.
Eric: In that case, let’s declare meeting adjourned for now. If I get any other clues, I’ll let you know. Soon as I find out what my task is, I will let you know and we can follow up. If you’ll excuse me, I’m headed back up to my office now.
*Eric quickly makes his way out of the conference room as the scene fades to black*
Scene IV: It’s In The Tape
*Eric Price is shown arriving in his office. He shuts the door and locks it. He then proceeds to close all the curtains in his office and disconnects his computer from the network. He then takes a seat in his large executive chair and looks at his desk and his laptop.*
Eric: Ok, I can do this. Let’s take a look at what we’re dealing with here.
*Eric takes out the envelope he had earlier stuffed in his jacket pocket and proceeds to open it. He notices a letter and he begins to read it. The letter is typed up on plain paper, nothing seemingly distinctive about it.*
Letter:
Mr. Price,
Enclosed you will find a memory card. If you want proof that I know your little secret, view the contents on it and you will see that I am telling you the truth. Now for your first task. This task is very simple and doesn’t require a trip anywhere. All you have to do is donate $10000 to a charity that helps inner city youths. I will check to ensure you complete this by the end of the week.
Sincerely yours,
A Friend
*Eric crumples up the letter in anger*
Eric: Son of a bitch. Donate for inner city youths, don’t they know they’re doomed anyway. Well, let’s see what this memory card holds to see if I have to do this.
*Eric takes out the memory card and inserts it into his laptop. He turns on the video on the laptop. It shows a security feed of the area around the strip club where the incident took place. It shows the black van arriving and throwing the young Firenze Habargnic out the van by force and Eric Price coming out after along with his two security guards. It also shows Eric handing Firenze the gun. Eric immediately turns off the footage and yanks out the memory card. He then turns around with the back of his head facing the camera.*
Eric: Piece of shit! He wasn’t bluffing. With this evidence, they could put me away and throw away the key. Hmm…I’d better go along with this for now until I can find out who this is. As much as it pains me to have to donate money to inner city trash who don’t deserve the money. Although, this doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. No no, my public image could use some enhancing. I suppose I could use this as an opportunity for some good PR, yes. A crutch is a crutch only if you let it become one and I refuse to allow this; I will donate this money but set up a press conference for next week to publicize the deal. That will show the common folk I care. If people think I’m an elitist, then next week they’re in for a rude awakening.
You thought you had didn’t you you bastard? You think you’re smart? My name is Mr. Eric Price and I will always outsmart you no matter the circumstance.
*Eric takes the memory card and throws it in a shredder bin as the scene fades to black and the memory chip is ground up into little useless pieces.*
Day II: Friday 9/14 – 5 PM – Bourbon Street in New Orleans, LA
Scene: Dealing with the locals and locale
*Eric Price is shown wearing a cream-colored suit with a blue shirt and cream-colored pants on, no tie. Sunglasses on as he walks down Bourbon Street observing the locals and also the scenery.*
Eric: So this is New Orleans. You know, I’d never actually been here but being here makes me realize what hell on earth looks like. I thought New York City was dirty and disgusting but compared to this, NYC is a model of cleanliness. God, this place stinks. And to think I actually have to wrestle near this area. Why did I agree to come to this squalid shithole, how am I going to concentrate in a place full of barbiturates and parasitic ethnic variety; it’s sickening. Nevertheless, I must compete and defend my WCF Television Championship.
Now I look around me and see that the common folk, especially ethnic folk around here are extremely poor and live in really terrible conditions, which I suppose accounts for the smell. But what this also tells me was that wrestling for GEW was a poor business decision and I may have to rethink doing this in the future because honestly, it doesn’t seem all that lucrative for me while requiring me to put forth so much effort in having to come down here to Hicksville in the Bayou.
*Eric is shown looking at the people with a certain amount of contempt as he examines the area and does not like what he sees. He notices a bench and takes a seat while he tries to absorb the locale in.*
This brings me to my opponents this week, Tommy Kain and Kale Windsor. Now Mr. Windsor, you and I have been in that ring before and I’ve already beaten and humiliated you. This week will be the end of your 15 minutes of glory because you will not be victorious at Shoot To Thrill. But you should be thankful for the experience Mr. Windsor, after all, how often is it that a nobody like you will get to step into the ring with THE main event in yours truly Mr. Eric Price? After tonight, chances are never. See, you are the personification of someone who has the silver spoon in his mouth all his life. You don’t understand how society works and you certainly do not see the value in people helping themselves. I bet you vote for liberal hippies in office because you agree with them in the Welfare State. No one deserves a hand out in my view, everyone should have to pull their weight. Let me get back to you in a second Mr. Windsor because you’ve inspired a moment.
My second opponent this week in the triple threat match is Tommy Kain. Now TK, haven’t I already beaten one of your cohorts in the Misfits? Why yes, I beat the hell out of that filthy skank Ophelia Pain. You should ask Pheely how she’s feeling since I humiliated her in that ring and showed her that she does not deserve to be in THE main event with such a talented man like myself. You are another one of those hippie liberals who believes in being a man of the people. In giving people a chance and because they work so hard to maintain a substandard way of living, they are somehow successful. What you are breeding Mr. Kain, what you are promoting TK is settling for mediocrity. Considering your status in WCF, this is not surprising as it’s what you’ve had to settle for thus far as you have not been able to stand out nor have you been able to make a real name for yourself. Sure, you’re part of the Misfits but that’s like saying you’re a welfare recipient in New Orleans, it doesn’t really mean anything.
I’m not going to sit here and contradict you on saying that Mr. Windsor always had the silver spoon in his mouth because he did. I will correct however this misconception that you think I somehow always had it. I’ve worked for my money as has been well documented and I have worked very hard to have what I have today. I didn’t get a free ride to anything and have earned my fortune and therefore, I not only value it but I also protect it at all costs, hence why I don’t believe in giving handouts. You seem to throw your weight around very nicely TK calling me a coward, a punk, and pulling my … what was it that you called it, my “bitch” card. If anyone here is a bitch, it’s you TK. The fact that you associate yourself with pieces of trash like Johnny Stylez, Ryan Pugh, Pheely Pain, ugh, absolutely disgusting. You also take the time to tell us the last time you participated in a GEW event, you fought against Kid Phantasm or should I say, the Polar Phantasm also known as the PP; you fought him and you gave it everything you had, the blood, the sweat, the tears, and it was worth it because you’d worked so hard to get there and the emotion was great because it reminded you why you got into this business and blah blah blah and no one cares about your God damned life story. You want to tell a sob story, go tell someone who actually cares because I don’t. Fact of the matter is PP much like you is a drug addicted hippie who needs some help. You both should visit rehab because honestly, it sickens me to see druggies like you out in public be so accepted by society as simply scamps who are kind of charming. I do not understand where society is going when a great and virtuous man like myself is unappreciated for his greatness yet defective and constantly erroneous pieces of filth like you and PP are beloved by the masses. It sickens me.
Before I proceed, let me get back to Mr. Windsor for a second although I suppose this applies to you as well TK, you both seem to support the idea of a Welfare State. This reminds me of a song from a great TV Show, see if you can catch it.
♪Boy the way Glenn Miller played
Songs that made the hit parade.
Guys like me we had it made,
Those were the days. ♪
♪And you knew who you were then,
Girls were girls and men were men,
Mister we could use a man
Like Ronald Reagan again. ♪
♪Didn't need no welfare state,
Everybody pulled his weight.
Gee our old LaSalle ran great.
Those were the days. ♪
Reminds me of the old days, God how I miss them when people actually had to work to make it, nowadays, you’re a druggie and the state is ready to give you all kinds of aid when in reality, they should simply shoot you and leave you to die. If you don’t want to help yourself, then you don’t deserve anything, that’s my philosophy! This may seem harsh but the fact is we could weed out so many undesirables in society this way; people like you TK who shouldn’t be even allowed to compete with me because you’re such scum that you believe you can talk to a goat. Really? You are truly and completely delusional! And TK, to draw a comparison between Mr. Windsor and myself is impossible. Despite the fact that he and I both have money albeit I have a lot more of it, he and I are nothing alike because I am a self made millionaire and he is a hereditary millionaire therefore I understand the value of hard work and my money. What I detect from people like you, like PP, like Pheely is absolute jealousy of my wealth, my standing in society, my power, my intelligence, my charisma, the fact that I am not only THE main event but the reason people come to WCF events. Last time you had an easy ride fighting a junkie loser like PP; that was a cakewalk.
At Shoot To Thrill however, TK, you will not be in the ring with PP. You will be in the ring with Kale Windsor but more importantly, you will be in the ring with yours truly, Mr. Eric Price, the WCF Television Champion! Unlike PP who likes to have compassion for people and is a man of the people who is just like his people, lewd, crude, drug addicted, poor, dependent; unfortunately for you, I am not. I have no compassion, I am rich, I am civil and virtuous, I am completely drug free as I’ve never done drugs in my life; some would say I have no heart and I’m not human because to not do drugs is inhuman. I find that ideology stupid but I digress, some would indeed say I am heartless because I say things like this. I wouldn’t go that far but by the same token, understand that I take no mercy on anyone in that ring and I will do what is necessary to retain my title. I don’t care what it takes, I will do what is necessary regardless what anyone thinks of it. You see TK, when you face someone like me, you need to be prepared for any eventuality because unlike you, I am capable of doing things you cannot imagine to ensure my victory.
*Eric looks down for a second while sitting at the bench. He then slowly looks back up, his eyes looking up while his face is still facing down a bit with an evil look.*
You have no idea what a man is capable of after taking something valued from another. Once you’ve removed that shred of humanity from yourself that actually cares, that feels any bit of remorse, you experience a freedom the likes of which a weakling like you will never know. You think you know hatred, you think you know a fight, you think you know sadism, when you get in the ring at Slam with me, you will find out single handedly as Mr. Windsor has and will experience once again this week that I am totally out of your league. Enjoy your night in THE main event TK because once your 15 minutes of glory are up, you will never, ever get them again. You can tell people about the memory of facing Mr. Eric Price if you survive but neither you nor Mr. Windsor will be victorious and I will once again walk out as the WCF Television Champion! See you at Shoot To Thrill gentlemen!
*The scene fades to black as Eric Price grins at the camera*
Eric Price yearns to prove he is the best and he is the top man in WCF although in his own mind, he already is. However, he will continue to prove he is the best by getting into the ring and facing all comers. This week however, he also will pay tribute to Jeff Purse’s career. Definitely a busy week for Eric Price as he also has to deal with the situation caused by an unknown blackmailer who may have Price’s number. Price forced to cater to this person’s demands as he cannot determine who it is as of yet but as this story unfolds, he hopes to find out and bring this person to justice to see if they actually know anything or are just making it up as they go along.
Day I: Wednesday 9/12 – 11 AM – Eric Price’s Office Building in Los Angeles, CA
Scene I: Tracing The Courier
*Eric Price is shown sitting in a conference room in his building at the head of the table with a black suit, red tie and shirt on. In front of him are two members of his legal team, two detectives, as well as his assistant Damian to report on the recent incidents Eric has been dealing with. Doors and curtains to this room are shut and the door is locked so as to not be disturbed.*
Eric: Okay, I have gathered you all here to deal with a recent personal matter that has come to affect me. Some of you might be thinking I am wasting company time with this but you have to realize a few things. First, this is MY company, secondly, I pay you to work here at MY company, third, you all answer to ME and without ME this company will cease to exist as it does today. With that in mind, we need to nip this in the bud. Damian I’m sure has brought you up to speed with what I requested of him. We have a blackmailer on our hands who is trying to make it seem as if I legitimately hurt the young woman with whom I recently had the self-defense incident. Despite the fact that I paid for the funeral and generated decent PR after such a horrible tragedy, he claims to have evidence to indicate that everything I did that night was premeditated.
Obviously, this is not true but it could be damning to my reputation if this were allowed to get out and I need to keep a tight lid on this. The main reason I have brought you all here is to see if you have any information on this person. Now, I’m expecting him to call me any minute here and that’s why the two detectives you see are here. They have some tracing equipment attached to my cell phone. As soon as he calls, we will begin tracing. Now, the two detectives here, Tim and Vince have told me a certain amount of time the call has to last for us to figure out where he’s calling from. Gentlemen.
Vince: The call has to last at least 45 seconds for us to have a solid trace otherwise we will have nothing. As a note, everyone except Mr. Price must be absolutely silent during this, as we do not want to spook the caller and cause him to hang up prematurely.
Eric: Very good gentlemen. Now, what are the legal *ring* *ring*. Quiet quiet!
Eric (on cell phone): Hello.
Caller (on cell phone): Good morning Mr. Price, how are you this morning?
Eric (on cell phone): What do you want?
Caller (on cell phone): Why so hostile Mr. Price? Are we not friends? You’re starting to hurt my feelings you know. And when my feelings are hurt, I can make some rash decisions.
*The detectives are signaling to Eric to keep his tone calm and keep the caller calm*
Eric (on cell phone): I apologize. I haven’t had my coffee so my day is just starting. I am doing well. How are you good sir?
Caller (on cell phone): I’m doing well too, thank you. Now, are you ready for your first task Mr. Price?
Eric (on cell phone): What would you like to me to do?
Caller (on cell phone): You will receive a note from your receptionist in about 45 seconds. Follow the instructions on it and we will go from there.
Eric (on cell phone): How many tasks *click*
Eric: Did we get it?
Vince: Sorry sir, call was only 40 seconds, he hung up unexpectedly and we couldn’t trace him.
Eric: Bastard!
Tim: Although I must say the number that came in is interesting.
Eric: What do you mean?
Tim: That’s the number to one of your payphones in your building’s lobby.
Eric: What?! Call Security immediately and tell them to pull up footage of the lobby for the last 15 minutes as I want to see who came in and out of the building.
Tim: Understand Mr. Price that although it may have said that number, that doesn’t mean he was actually here, he could have been spoofing it.
Eric: Well *buzz* Yes?!
Receptionist: Mr. Price?
Eric: I said no interruptions.
Receptionist: Yes sir but a note just arrived for you. It’s in a fancy envelope addressed directly to you and says it’s from “A Benefactor”.
Eric: What?! I’ll come down there and get it myself. Gentlemen, I’ll be back in 5 minutes, I’m going down to the lobby to get this note. Get this footage and let’s see if we can track this bastard.
*The scene fades to black as Eric makes his way toward the door to exit the conference room.*
Scene II: Tracking Untraceable Deliveries
*Eric Price is shown arriving in the lobby at the receptionist’s desk*
Eric: Excuse me, you said you had a letter for me.
Receptionist: Yes sir, here it is.
Eric: Quick question, may I ask you who delivered this?
Receptionist: It all came with the general mail for the day.
Eric: So it wasn’t a special delivery of some kind?
Receptionist: No sir.
Eric: Thank you.
*Eric grabs the letter and sprints toward the door where he sees the mailman packing up and getting ready to leave.*
Eric: HEY!
*The mailman is in his car and already beginning to drive away as Eric races outside and chases after the car. He runs and grabs onto the back of the car and starts knocking feverishly on it.*
Eric: HEY! STOP THE CAR!
*The mailman hears the screams and immediately stops the car and gets out to see what the ruckus is all about.*
Mailman: Can I help you?
Eric: Yes.
*Eric is still catching his breath*
Eric: This letter … you delivered this letter to my building, right?
Mailman: Yes.
Eric: It’s addressed to me but I noticed that the return address on it is fake.
Mailman: That’s true.
Eric: Then why did you process it?
Mailman: Because I noticed it in my box today and noticed it was going to your building, which is on my route. I figured I may as well deliver it due to common courtesy.
Eric: Was this letter specifically given to you by someone?
Mailman: Not that I can recall. It was in my pile of letters as all the mail is.
Eric: But look at it, no postal seal, nothing, just a letter with no markings except for the return address.
Mailman: Guess it’s possible someone could have dumped it into my box while I wasn’t looking.
Eric: But who?
Mailman: I wouldn’t know sir. I apologize.
Eric: Fine fine, thank you.
*Eric walks away defeated back to his office building. He has the letter in hand and is walking into the lobby. As he walks past, he notices one of the public phones starts ringing in the lobby. He approaches the phone and answers it.*
Eric (on the phone): Hello?
Caller (on the phone): Mr. Price, why are you making this more difficult than it needs to be?
Eric (on the phone): Who the hell … are you watching me?
Caller (on the phone): You could say that although admittedly, your every move is quite predictable. Don’t worry, the mail carrier knows nothing as that letter was slipped in without his knowledge.
Eric (on the phone): What is it that you want from me?
Caller (on the phone): I told you, follow the tasks I require of you Mr. Price and we can end this amicably. Or I suppose I could call the media and let them deal with this as they see fit.
Eric (on the phone): No no, I will … wait, what assures me you’re not just bluffing? After all, you’re a mystery caller on a payphone, who’s to say you’re not just pranking me?
Caller (on the phone): I assure you I do not kid Mr. Price. The envelope, open it in a private area by yourself where no one is looking. I suggest you do it on a computer that is off the grid. You will find out everything you need to know there.
Eric (on the phone): You no good piece of *click*.
*Eric hangs up the phone looking ever so pissed at the situation. He quickly stuffs the envelope in his jacket pocket and makes his way to the elevator as the scene fades to black.*
Scene III: Dividing by Zero
*Eric Price is shown back in the conference room with the locked door. He is sitting down again at the head of the table.*
Eric: I picked up the envelope but all it contained was a letter saying await further instructions.
Vince: Anything else?
Eric: Unfortunately no. Did you guys gather any information from the security tapes?
Vince: We started reviewing them but everything looks normal, nothing was given to the receptionist except the mail.
Eric: And I already spoke with the mailman but he knew nothing. Any suspicious characters?
Vince: No, nothing odd unfortunately.
Eric: In that case, let’s declare meeting adjourned for now. If I get any other clues, I’ll let you know. Soon as I find out what my task is, I will let you know and we can follow up. If you’ll excuse me, I’m headed back up to my office now.
*Eric quickly makes his way out of the conference room as the scene fades to black*
Scene IV: It’s In The Tape
*Eric Price is shown arriving in his office. He shuts the door and locks it. He then proceeds to close all the curtains in his office and disconnects his computer from the network. He then takes a seat in his large executive chair and looks at his desk and his laptop.*
Eric: Ok, I can do this. Let’s take a look at what we’re dealing with here.
*Eric takes out the envelope he had earlier stuffed in his jacket pocket and proceeds to open it. He notices a letter and he begins to read it. The letter is typed up on plain paper, nothing seemingly distinctive about it.*
Letter:
Mr. Price,
Enclosed you will find a memory card. If you want proof that I know your little secret, view the contents on it and you will see that I am telling you the truth. Now for your first task. This task is very simple and doesn’t require a trip anywhere. All you have to do is donate $10000 to a charity that helps inner city youths. I will check to ensure you complete this by the end of the week.
Sincerely yours,
A Friend
*Eric crumples up the letter in anger*
Eric: Son of a bitch. Donate for inner city youths, don’t they know they’re doomed anyway. Well, let’s see what this memory card holds to see if I have to do this.
*Eric takes out the memory card and inserts it into his laptop. He turns on the video on the laptop. It shows a security feed of the area around the strip club where the incident took place. It shows the black van arriving and throwing the young Firenze Habargnic out the van by force and Eric Price coming out after along with his two security guards. It also shows Eric handing Firenze the gun. Eric immediately turns off the footage and yanks out the memory card. He then turns around with the back of his head facing the camera.*
Eric: Piece of shit! He wasn’t bluffing. With this evidence, they could put me away and throw away the key. Hmm…I’d better go along with this for now until I can find out who this is. As much as it pains me to have to donate money to inner city trash who don’t deserve the money. Although, this doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. No no, my public image could use some enhancing. I suppose I could use this as an opportunity for some good PR, yes. A crutch is a crutch only if you let it become one and I refuse to allow this; I will donate this money but set up a press conference for next week to publicize the deal. That will show the common folk I care. If people think I’m an elitist, then next week they’re in for a rude awakening.
You thought you had didn’t you you bastard? You think you’re smart? My name is Mr. Eric Price and I will always outsmart you no matter the circumstance.
*Eric takes the memory card and throws it in a shredder bin as the scene fades to black and the memory chip is ground up into little useless pieces.*
Day II: Friday 9/14 – 5 PM – Bourbon Street in New Orleans, LA
Scene: Dealing with the locals and locale
*Eric Price is shown wearing a cream-colored suit with a blue shirt and cream-colored pants on, no tie. Sunglasses on as he walks down Bourbon Street observing the locals and also the scenery.*
Eric: So this is New Orleans. You know, I’d never actually been here but being here makes me realize what hell on earth looks like. I thought New York City was dirty and disgusting but compared to this, NYC is a model of cleanliness. God, this place stinks. And to think I actually have to wrestle near this area. Why did I agree to come to this squalid shithole, how am I going to concentrate in a place full of barbiturates and parasitic ethnic variety; it’s sickening. Nevertheless, I must compete and defend my WCF Television Championship.
Now I look around me and see that the common folk, especially ethnic folk around here are extremely poor and live in really terrible conditions, which I suppose accounts for the smell. But what this also tells me was that wrestling for GEW was a poor business decision and I may have to rethink doing this in the future because honestly, it doesn’t seem all that lucrative for me while requiring me to put forth so much effort in having to come down here to Hicksville in the Bayou.
*Eric is shown looking at the people with a certain amount of contempt as he examines the area and does not like what he sees. He notices a bench and takes a seat while he tries to absorb the locale in.*
This brings me to my opponents this week, Tommy Kain and Kale Windsor. Now Mr. Windsor, you and I have been in that ring before and I’ve already beaten and humiliated you. This week will be the end of your 15 minutes of glory because you will not be victorious at Shoot To Thrill. But you should be thankful for the experience Mr. Windsor, after all, how often is it that a nobody like you will get to step into the ring with THE main event in yours truly Mr. Eric Price? After tonight, chances are never. See, you are the personification of someone who has the silver spoon in his mouth all his life. You don’t understand how society works and you certainly do not see the value in people helping themselves. I bet you vote for liberal hippies in office because you agree with them in the Welfare State. No one deserves a hand out in my view, everyone should have to pull their weight. Let me get back to you in a second Mr. Windsor because you’ve inspired a moment.
My second opponent this week in the triple threat match is Tommy Kain. Now TK, haven’t I already beaten one of your cohorts in the Misfits? Why yes, I beat the hell out of that filthy skank Ophelia Pain. You should ask Pheely how she’s feeling since I humiliated her in that ring and showed her that she does not deserve to be in THE main event with such a talented man like myself. You are another one of those hippie liberals who believes in being a man of the people. In giving people a chance and because they work so hard to maintain a substandard way of living, they are somehow successful. What you are breeding Mr. Kain, what you are promoting TK is settling for mediocrity. Considering your status in WCF, this is not surprising as it’s what you’ve had to settle for thus far as you have not been able to stand out nor have you been able to make a real name for yourself. Sure, you’re part of the Misfits but that’s like saying you’re a welfare recipient in New Orleans, it doesn’t really mean anything.
I’m not going to sit here and contradict you on saying that Mr. Windsor always had the silver spoon in his mouth because he did. I will correct however this misconception that you think I somehow always had it. I’ve worked for my money as has been well documented and I have worked very hard to have what I have today. I didn’t get a free ride to anything and have earned my fortune and therefore, I not only value it but I also protect it at all costs, hence why I don’t believe in giving handouts. You seem to throw your weight around very nicely TK calling me a coward, a punk, and pulling my … what was it that you called it, my “bitch” card. If anyone here is a bitch, it’s you TK. The fact that you associate yourself with pieces of trash like Johnny Stylez, Ryan Pugh, Pheely Pain, ugh, absolutely disgusting. You also take the time to tell us the last time you participated in a GEW event, you fought against Kid Phantasm or should I say, the Polar Phantasm also known as the PP; you fought him and you gave it everything you had, the blood, the sweat, the tears, and it was worth it because you’d worked so hard to get there and the emotion was great because it reminded you why you got into this business and blah blah blah and no one cares about your God damned life story. You want to tell a sob story, go tell someone who actually cares because I don’t. Fact of the matter is PP much like you is a drug addicted hippie who needs some help. You both should visit rehab because honestly, it sickens me to see druggies like you out in public be so accepted by society as simply scamps who are kind of charming. I do not understand where society is going when a great and virtuous man like myself is unappreciated for his greatness yet defective and constantly erroneous pieces of filth like you and PP are beloved by the masses. It sickens me.
Before I proceed, let me get back to Mr. Windsor for a second although I suppose this applies to you as well TK, you both seem to support the idea of a Welfare State. This reminds me of a song from a great TV Show, see if you can catch it.
♪Boy the way Glenn Miller played
Songs that made the hit parade.
Guys like me we had it made,
Those were the days. ♪
♪And you knew who you were then,
Girls were girls and men were men,
Mister we could use a man
Like Ronald Reagan again. ♪
♪Didn't need no welfare state,
Everybody pulled his weight.
Gee our old LaSalle ran great.
Those were the days. ♪
Reminds me of the old days, God how I miss them when people actually had to work to make it, nowadays, you’re a druggie and the state is ready to give you all kinds of aid when in reality, they should simply shoot you and leave you to die. If you don’t want to help yourself, then you don’t deserve anything, that’s my philosophy! This may seem harsh but the fact is we could weed out so many undesirables in society this way; people like you TK who shouldn’t be even allowed to compete with me because you’re such scum that you believe you can talk to a goat. Really? You are truly and completely delusional! And TK, to draw a comparison between Mr. Windsor and myself is impossible. Despite the fact that he and I both have money albeit I have a lot more of it, he and I are nothing alike because I am a self made millionaire and he is a hereditary millionaire therefore I understand the value of hard work and my money. What I detect from people like you, like PP, like Pheely is absolute jealousy of my wealth, my standing in society, my power, my intelligence, my charisma, the fact that I am not only THE main event but the reason people come to WCF events. Last time you had an easy ride fighting a junkie loser like PP; that was a cakewalk.
At Shoot To Thrill however, TK, you will not be in the ring with PP. You will be in the ring with Kale Windsor but more importantly, you will be in the ring with yours truly, Mr. Eric Price, the WCF Television Champion! Unlike PP who likes to have compassion for people and is a man of the people who is just like his people, lewd, crude, drug addicted, poor, dependent; unfortunately for you, I am not. I have no compassion, I am rich, I am civil and virtuous, I am completely drug free as I’ve never done drugs in my life; some would say I have no heart and I’m not human because to not do drugs is inhuman. I find that ideology stupid but I digress, some would indeed say I am heartless because I say things like this. I wouldn’t go that far but by the same token, understand that I take no mercy on anyone in that ring and I will do what is necessary to retain my title. I don’t care what it takes, I will do what is necessary regardless what anyone thinks of it. You see TK, when you face someone like me, you need to be prepared for any eventuality because unlike you, I am capable of doing things you cannot imagine to ensure my victory.
*Eric looks down for a second while sitting at the bench. He then slowly looks back up, his eyes looking up while his face is still facing down a bit with an evil look.*
You have no idea what a man is capable of after taking something valued from another. Once you’ve removed that shred of humanity from yourself that actually cares, that feels any bit of remorse, you experience a freedom the likes of which a weakling like you will never know. You think you know hatred, you think you know a fight, you think you know sadism, when you get in the ring at Slam with me, you will find out single handedly as Mr. Windsor has and will experience once again this week that I am totally out of your league. Enjoy your night in THE main event TK because once your 15 minutes of glory are up, you will never, ever get them again. You can tell people about the memory of facing Mr. Eric Price if you survive but neither you nor Mr. Windsor will be victorious and I will once again walk out as the WCF Television Champion! See you at Shoot To Thrill gentlemen!
*The scene fades to black as Eric Price grins at the camera*
