Post by Davey Ortega on Jul 22, 2007 8:42:31 GMT -5
*The scene opens on a bright sunny day in Sin City, The City of Lights, Lavish Las Vegas, Nevada. Davey Ortega is seen walking down the streets. He is dressed in his Sunday best. An all white suit, like what The Good Michael Jackson wore. He is walking down the street looking like a man on a mission. He arrives to a corner, where his Limo is waiting, and a man steps out of it. The man is from his previous promo.*
Man: About time.
Davey: I don't need your shit right now, Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: Look, you're like an hour late. We have to do this interview and get it over with. I'm not wasting my valuable time waiting for you.
Davey: Who do you work for? Me. Who do you report to? Me. Who is your grand master? Me. Who owns you.....
Mr. Preston: You.
Davey: Exactly. So if I decree it, you will go perform puppet shows at a god damn orphanage. Understand?
Mr. Preston: Yes, sir.
*Around this time Hank Brown, of all people..you know he just shows up unexpectedly all the damn time, is seen running up to the two men.*
Hank: Davey...do you have a few.
Mr. Preston: Actually he has an agenda to take care of. He does not have time to talk to a two bit reporter such as yourself. He has got to go on to the show, Here and Now.
Hank: I've never heard of that.
Davey: No, you wouldn't. It is a Nevada based television program. I just purchased it.
Hank: Wow..you sure are rich.
Davey: I know. I hope to make Here and Now globally renowned.
Hank: So you will be hosting it?
Davey: No. I have to many things to do already. I'm going to make the purchase public, and then the host will ask me a series of questions. So, why don't you watch channel twelve, and I'm sure you will get the answers you sought.
Hank: OK.
Mr. Preston: Shall we?
*Davey and Mr. Preston get into the limo, and drive off.*
Davey: I can't believe I bought a television show.
Mr. Preston: I didn't even know it was possible.
Davey: Everything is possible and everyone has a price. You did.
Mr. Preston: Don't remind me.
Davey: You were the one that wanted that fat..
Mr. Preston: SHHH...please. Mr. Ortega, have a heart.
Davey: Ahh, don't ant your secret out eh, perv.
Mr. Preston: Erm...it's just...
Davey: I know, I know. How long till we get there?
Mr. Preston: Soon.
*After fifteen minutes, the limo drives up to a single building, on the outskirts of Las Vegas. The men get out and Ortega looks at it.*
Davey: Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?
Mr. Preston: Calm down. This will be great. Ortega, Inc. First acquisition of an Empire.
Davey: What about the Casino?
Mr. Preston: Thought Leo owned it.
Davey: True. Though for all intents and purposes I run the damn thing.
Mr. Preston: Enlightening.
*The two men begin to walk up to the building, and enter it. Everybody sees them, and slowly makes a path for them. They walk up the receptionist desk.*
Mr. Preston: Hello, were is the studio for Here and Now?
Receptionist: Down the hall, three doors to your left.
Davey: Thanks.
*The two men walk down to where they are supposed to go. They open the door and, amazingly, the receptionist is right. The set is there, and the audience is just now taking there seats. They walk toward the set as a man with a headset approaches them.*
Man: Closed set, get out.
Mr. Preston: Do you know who you are talking to? Do you have any inkling?
Man: Don't care.
Davey: I OWN this show. I recently bought it, the name is Davey Ortega. The Genius Macrobian. I am here to make it public, so if you want to keep your job I highly suggest you remove yourself from my path.
Man: Sorry sir, it's just...well..with the purchase and all a lot of us are afraid of losing our jobs. So we are going balls to the wall.
Mr. Preston: That's not an ex...
Davey: Preston, please. It's alright. I'm going to take my seat now.
Man: What about make up?
Davey: David Allen Ortega NEVER...puts on make up. Understand?
Man: Yes, sir.
*Davey takes his seat on the stage, awaiting for this shin dig to start. After awhile the lights shine on the stage, nearly blinding Davey. The theme music hits, and the Host makes his way to the stage. With cheers and all that. He gets to the stage and takes his seat in his chair.*
Host: Welcome to Here and Now. Las Vegas's Number twenty three local show!
*More cheers.*
Host: As always I am your host, Philip Regis. And it is a special day here at Here and Now. We, well we have a new owner and operator. Ladies and Gentleman, the man sitting right beside me you may all well know. He operates the Casino in down town Las Vegas, he works for the WCF...he is Davey ''The Genius Macrobian'' Ortega.
*Crowd has mixed reactions.*
Davey: I expected as much. Though it's OK, if I based what I did on you people, I wouldn't be as successful as I am today. So boo all you want, I'm still better than you.
*Now the crowd boos like hell*
Davey: Yes, yes. Voice your opinions. Anyways, thank you Philip. I do have a big decision to make right now, and it will impact the ratings on this begotten show.
Philip Regis: What is it?
Davey: You're fired.
*The crowd is stunned, as is the shocked Regis.*
Philip Regis: I'm...what? But, sir...I have been here since we...
Davey: I am aware, but look at this. Number twenty three? No, no. I can not have that. I need this to be number one in Nevada, then the world. I can not do it with you. So go, leave. Get the hell off my set.
*Philip, stunned, slowly gets up and leaves the set.*
Davey: Out with the old in with the new. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW host of Here and Now. Mr. Luther Preston!
*Mr. Preston comes out from the side, and smiles and waves. The crowd boos more. He sits down beside Davey, who greets him with a firm handshake.*
Mr. Preston: Thank you, thank you. I am your new host at Here and Now. Talking with our great leader, Mr. Davey Ortega. Mr. Ortega, could you tell all these people out in TV land why you decided to buy this third rate show and make me the new host?
Davey: Of course. This show, much like myself, has great potential. Potential that can change the world, once again like myself. We can take this show and revolutionize it, make it a measuring stick. I believe in potential, much like myself. Under my guidance this place will grow and flourish. I can not wait to earn the top spot in the Nevada TV slots. You, my friend, are the new host because you are cutting edge. I mean you have long time been my publicist. My agent, and my friend. I could not think of anyone better with a sharp mind and sharper tongue to take over hosting duties and creative control. Thats right, you have complete creative control over this show. I want you to make it better than grand, I want this to be worthy to bear the name ''An Ortega, Inc. Production.'' Lead my Empire, Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: I think I'm going to cry. Thank you for this great opportunity. You know, that word has come up a lot. Great. Like, Greatness. Davey, as we are all aware you have a match this Sunday, against three other contenders. TXO, Jason Anderson, and Lance Ryan. We have heard so much from TXO, but so very little from you. Why is that?
Davey: I have been very busy as of late. I mean, the acquisition of this, The Casino, and all around planning my conquest. Though, I have not abandoned my WCF tenure, no, no. So very far from it. TXO, The Xtreme One, Rich Macchio.
Mr. Preston: Marciano
Davey: Whatever. I really don't care what his name is, in fact, show me a person who does...
Mr. Preston: Well...Davey Boone, Jess, TVO, the WCF fans.
Davey: Wow..yeah..thank you for that list of names that spring out as competent authorities on the subject. Anyways, I heard his rants and what not. He keeps bringing everything up to throw in my face. He will keep saying he has beaten me, well..no one can truly deny that. Yes, yes..he's beaten me. So, let me bring up a few things.
Mr. Preston: Please do.
Davey: I was once the glorious General Manager of Slam. Under my authority Slam grew. I introduced Trent Hunter, The Elite, and the Elite title. After that, I had a stint in XCW, where I was an undefeated XCW Champion. Then I came back to WCF, and took over the whole damn company. Then I joined up with Outcast in Team NCW. Which brings us to now, where in a weeks time we will fight the Red River Mafia for the WCF Tag Team Championships. You see, X. You can rant about how you beat me and so forth, though that doesn't, can't, and won't negate the simple fact that at Aftermath the....
*Davey stops himself.*
Mr. Preston: Davey?
Davey: I will get back to Aftermath. That is not my concern right now, my concern is Slam. TXO, you have only beaten me when I was in a tag team. In fact, have you ever actually pinned ME? No, sir, you have not. You may have pinned my partners, but never me. This Sunday, you will get your chance to prove yourself to me, and everyone else. There is no Red River Mafia, or nCw to help you this time around. The only wild cards are, of course, Anderson and Ryan. Though they are not to be worried about. You're main concern is me, isn't it? Yes, I agree with you, though TXO. I may be a little rusty in singles, but it's nothing that I can not over come. Especially seeing who my opponents are.
You see, we have cut a lot of promos these past few weeks I agree with you on that, but there is always more to say. TXO I am not worried about the fatal four way, it's just another notch on my belt. That match is not yours, but mine. I have a few surprises left in me, make no mistake about it.
Mr. Preston: Like what?
Davey: Oh, wait till Slam.
Mr. Preston: Any words on Aftermath?
Davey: Aftermath, where the WCF Tag Titles will be defended. Though, against who? Team NCW. It has come to my attention, that Outcast has been seen with a lot of WCF superstars. Hell, he was seen having lunch with JJ Biggs! Talking to Tort, and most notably at Thirteen cheering on CD. I have not heard anything from him, so at Slam he will come clean, and tell me what is going on. Though I digress, for I have things I must do and papers to sign. So, Mr. Preston. Thank you for having me on this show.
Mr. Preston: No, Davey...thank you.
Davey: All hail.
Mr. Preston: They will.
*The theme for the show hits and the camera fades out.*
Man: About time.
Davey: I don't need your shit right now, Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: Look, you're like an hour late. We have to do this interview and get it over with. I'm not wasting my valuable time waiting for you.
Davey: Who do you work for? Me. Who do you report to? Me. Who is your grand master? Me. Who owns you.....
Mr. Preston: You.
Davey: Exactly. So if I decree it, you will go perform puppet shows at a god damn orphanage. Understand?
Mr. Preston: Yes, sir.
*Around this time Hank Brown, of all people..you know he just shows up unexpectedly all the damn time, is seen running up to the two men.*
Hank: Davey...do you have a few.
Mr. Preston: Actually he has an agenda to take care of. He does not have time to talk to a two bit reporter such as yourself. He has got to go on to the show, Here and Now.
Hank: I've never heard of that.
Davey: No, you wouldn't. It is a Nevada based television program. I just purchased it.
Hank: Wow..you sure are rich.
Davey: I know. I hope to make Here and Now globally renowned.
Hank: So you will be hosting it?
Davey: No. I have to many things to do already. I'm going to make the purchase public, and then the host will ask me a series of questions. So, why don't you watch channel twelve, and I'm sure you will get the answers you sought.
Hank: OK.
Mr. Preston: Shall we?
*Davey and Mr. Preston get into the limo, and drive off.*
Davey: I can't believe I bought a television show.
Mr. Preston: I didn't even know it was possible.
Davey: Everything is possible and everyone has a price. You did.
Mr. Preston: Don't remind me.
Davey: You were the one that wanted that fat..
Mr. Preston: SHHH...please. Mr. Ortega, have a heart.
Davey: Ahh, don't ant your secret out eh, perv.
Mr. Preston: Erm...it's just...
Davey: I know, I know. How long till we get there?
Mr. Preston: Soon.
*After fifteen minutes, the limo drives up to a single building, on the outskirts of Las Vegas. The men get out and Ortega looks at it.*
Davey: Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?
Mr. Preston: Calm down. This will be great. Ortega, Inc. First acquisition of an Empire.
Davey: What about the Casino?
Mr. Preston: Thought Leo owned it.
Davey: True. Though for all intents and purposes I run the damn thing.
Mr. Preston: Enlightening.
*The two men begin to walk up to the building, and enter it. Everybody sees them, and slowly makes a path for them. They walk up the receptionist desk.*
Mr. Preston: Hello, were is the studio for Here and Now?
Receptionist: Down the hall, three doors to your left.
Davey: Thanks.
*The two men walk down to where they are supposed to go. They open the door and, amazingly, the receptionist is right. The set is there, and the audience is just now taking there seats. They walk toward the set as a man with a headset approaches them.*
Man: Closed set, get out.
Mr. Preston: Do you know who you are talking to? Do you have any inkling?
Man: Don't care.
Davey: I OWN this show. I recently bought it, the name is Davey Ortega. The Genius Macrobian. I am here to make it public, so if you want to keep your job I highly suggest you remove yourself from my path.
Man: Sorry sir, it's just...well..with the purchase and all a lot of us are afraid of losing our jobs. So we are going balls to the wall.
Mr. Preston: That's not an ex...
Davey: Preston, please. It's alright. I'm going to take my seat now.
Man: What about make up?
Davey: David Allen Ortega NEVER...puts on make up. Understand?
Man: Yes, sir.
*Davey takes his seat on the stage, awaiting for this shin dig to start. After awhile the lights shine on the stage, nearly blinding Davey. The theme music hits, and the Host makes his way to the stage. With cheers and all that. He gets to the stage and takes his seat in his chair.*
Host: Welcome to Here and Now. Las Vegas's Number twenty three local show!
*More cheers.*
Host: As always I am your host, Philip Regis. And it is a special day here at Here and Now. We, well we have a new owner and operator. Ladies and Gentleman, the man sitting right beside me you may all well know. He operates the Casino in down town Las Vegas, he works for the WCF...he is Davey ''The Genius Macrobian'' Ortega.
*Crowd has mixed reactions.*
Davey: I expected as much. Though it's OK, if I based what I did on you people, I wouldn't be as successful as I am today. So boo all you want, I'm still better than you.
*Now the crowd boos like hell*
Davey: Yes, yes. Voice your opinions. Anyways, thank you Philip. I do have a big decision to make right now, and it will impact the ratings on this begotten show.
Philip Regis: What is it?
Davey: You're fired.
*The crowd is stunned, as is the shocked Regis.*
Philip Regis: I'm...what? But, sir...I have been here since we...
Davey: I am aware, but look at this. Number twenty three? No, no. I can not have that. I need this to be number one in Nevada, then the world. I can not do it with you. So go, leave. Get the hell off my set.
*Philip, stunned, slowly gets up and leaves the set.*
Davey: Out with the old in with the new. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW host of Here and Now. Mr. Luther Preston!
*Mr. Preston comes out from the side, and smiles and waves. The crowd boos more. He sits down beside Davey, who greets him with a firm handshake.*
Mr. Preston: Thank you, thank you. I am your new host at Here and Now. Talking with our great leader, Mr. Davey Ortega. Mr. Ortega, could you tell all these people out in TV land why you decided to buy this third rate show and make me the new host?
Davey: Of course. This show, much like myself, has great potential. Potential that can change the world, once again like myself. We can take this show and revolutionize it, make it a measuring stick. I believe in potential, much like myself. Under my guidance this place will grow and flourish. I can not wait to earn the top spot in the Nevada TV slots. You, my friend, are the new host because you are cutting edge. I mean you have long time been my publicist. My agent, and my friend. I could not think of anyone better with a sharp mind and sharper tongue to take over hosting duties and creative control. Thats right, you have complete creative control over this show. I want you to make it better than grand, I want this to be worthy to bear the name ''An Ortega, Inc. Production.'' Lead my Empire, Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: I think I'm going to cry. Thank you for this great opportunity. You know, that word has come up a lot. Great. Like, Greatness. Davey, as we are all aware you have a match this Sunday, against three other contenders. TXO, Jason Anderson, and Lance Ryan. We have heard so much from TXO, but so very little from you. Why is that?
Davey: I have been very busy as of late. I mean, the acquisition of this, The Casino, and all around planning my conquest. Though, I have not abandoned my WCF tenure, no, no. So very far from it. TXO, The Xtreme One, Rich Macchio.
Mr. Preston: Marciano
Davey: Whatever. I really don't care what his name is, in fact, show me a person who does...
Mr. Preston: Well...Davey Boone, Jess, TVO, the WCF fans.
Davey: Wow..yeah..thank you for that list of names that spring out as competent authorities on the subject. Anyways, I heard his rants and what not. He keeps bringing everything up to throw in my face. He will keep saying he has beaten me, well..no one can truly deny that. Yes, yes..he's beaten me. So, let me bring up a few things.
Mr. Preston: Please do.
Davey: I was once the glorious General Manager of Slam. Under my authority Slam grew. I introduced Trent Hunter, The Elite, and the Elite title. After that, I had a stint in XCW, where I was an undefeated XCW Champion. Then I came back to WCF, and took over the whole damn company. Then I joined up with Outcast in Team NCW. Which brings us to now, where in a weeks time we will fight the Red River Mafia for the WCF Tag Team Championships. You see, X. You can rant about how you beat me and so forth, though that doesn't, can't, and won't negate the simple fact that at Aftermath the....
*Davey stops himself.*
Mr. Preston: Davey?
Davey: I will get back to Aftermath. That is not my concern right now, my concern is Slam. TXO, you have only beaten me when I was in a tag team. In fact, have you ever actually pinned ME? No, sir, you have not. You may have pinned my partners, but never me. This Sunday, you will get your chance to prove yourself to me, and everyone else. There is no Red River Mafia, or nCw to help you this time around. The only wild cards are, of course, Anderson and Ryan. Though they are not to be worried about. You're main concern is me, isn't it? Yes, I agree with you, though TXO. I may be a little rusty in singles, but it's nothing that I can not over come. Especially seeing who my opponents are.
You see, we have cut a lot of promos these past few weeks I agree with you on that, but there is always more to say. TXO I am not worried about the fatal four way, it's just another notch on my belt. That match is not yours, but mine. I have a few surprises left in me, make no mistake about it.
Mr. Preston: Like what?
Davey: Oh, wait till Slam.
Mr. Preston: Any words on Aftermath?
Davey: Aftermath, where the WCF Tag Titles will be defended. Though, against who? Team NCW. It has come to my attention, that Outcast has been seen with a lot of WCF superstars. Hell, he was seen having lunch with JJ Biggs! Talking to Tort, and most notably at Thirteen cheering on CD. I have not heard anything from him, so at Slam he will come clean, and tell me what is going on. Though I digress, for I have things I must do and papers to sign. So, Mr. Preston. Thank you for having me on this show.
Mr. Preston: No, Davey...thank you.
Davey: All hail.
Mr. Preston: They will.
*The theme for the show hits and the camera fades out.*
