Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 1:02:53 GMT -5
His tears can cure cancer..... too bad he never cries
He can kill two stones with one bird
If opportunity knocks, and he's not at home, opportunity waits
Two countries went to war to dispute HIS nationality
He is...
(The scene begins bearing witness to a sunrise over Downtown Los Angeles..Playing behind this amalgamation of nature and progress is Rossinis "Morning Song" complete with chirping birds..The new construction happening near the Staples Center dots a part of the skyline with Cranes and skeletons of great buildings yet to be built..as the shot pants out, the reflection of the newly rising sun glistens off the glass veneer of the Trans America Building, creating sharp fractals of condensed light..Removing the shadows of the long evening, the sun slowly but surely will remove this urban cloak to reveal a city being reborn..Panning out even further, it is revealed that we are witnessing this particular dawn from the balcony of one Adrian Archer, The Magnificent Bastard..The grill on the right, stylish patio furniture on the left..An overall peaceful scene...Then, the immaculate silence is broken, as is the spell from the song and the scene..)
*THWACK*
(Behold...the Bastard..In all his Magnificent Glory..Well..Not quite..His usually quaffed hair is slightly askew..He wears a Magnificent silk robe, black in color, of course, his Aviator shades protect his eyes from any glare, and a cigarette hangs half from his mouth as he addresses a golf ball..Despite his lack of usual "Magnificence", he still strikes a rugged handsomeness proving that Magnificence is truly more than a wardrobe..Behind him, a large bucket of new balls slightly reflects the scant sunlight..Clutching a 9 iron, Adrian addresses the ball on his green turf mat..Slow and steady back swing and follow through straight out of a handbook sends the ball into the morning sky..Just after that, we see Charles, wearing his usual uniform of a burgandy blazer and a clip on tie and a starched white dress shirt, carrying a tray out to the patio..Adrian notices him walking onto the immense balcony, and notices the quizzical look on his friends face.. Adrian turns to greet him..)
Adrian: CHARLES MY GOOD MAN! I trust you bring the Omlette I ordered?
Charles: Yes sir..Egg Whites, Spinach and Feta Cheese..Sir...May I ask what in the blue hell you are doing?
(Charles could get away with such insolence..In his short time at his residence, Adrian has come to rely on Charles, perhaps even trust him..Maybe..)
Adrian: (Pointing over the balcony) BEHOLD! An urban island green!
(As we peer over the gentlemen's shoulders, we zoom in to see Rodney, another service member of this apartment complex, standing on the fifteenth floor of the building across from the balcony..He holds a standard sized golf pin, and is surrounded by well placed shots within 8 feet..)
Charles: MAN! HEY RODNEY WHATCHU DOING DOING OVER THERE MAN! SHIIIT NIG..
Adrian: Relax my good man! Shawn is at the front desk covering, I talked to the boss..
Charles: I'm THE BOSS ADRIAN!
Adrian: Nonsense! I'm the boss..I'm a tenant, I was in need of assistance, Rodney was more than happy to help, and I left him and you a sizable tip.. ..All is well my good fellow sit down! Enjoy this Magnificent Morning with me!
(Charles reluctantly sits down on one of the deck chairs, setting the tray down and raising his arms above his head, realizing resistance is futile...Adrian lines up another ball, dropping his cigarette into an ash tray, after lighting another fresh one..He speaks through smoke, addressing the ball..)
Adrian: My dear sir, nothing better than celebrating another successful week with the WCF..
Charles: But didn't you lose?
*THWACK*
(Archers follow thru on this shot was not as pristine as the ones before it..and the balls path trailed to the right in a wicked hook...Archer cringes slightly as the sound of glass, a car alarm, and a screeching cat can be heard in the still early morning over the din of some commuters..)
Adrian:(Ever composed, grabs a walkie talkie from his robe pocket) Rodney! Thank you for your assistance! Please gather my balls and my pin and make haste back to the building..
(Adrian goes to sit down, instead of eating he addresses Charles)
Adrian: Did..did you say lose...Charles?
Charles: Yeah..I saw it..1-2-3..Battle pinned you down after hitting his finisher..Kinda made me...
Adrian:..Wonder? Is that it Charles? Wonder, if maybe I am not as Magnificent as I let on? My friend, let me give you a LESSON ON MAGNIFICENCE!
(Charles rolls his eyes, but he is not working and on the clock, which is good..)
Adrian: Sir, what do you define as "losing"? Losing is more of a state of mind than an actual action. Take my partner..The Despicable Damian Kaine..A man who has a losers mentality..Charles, I tried..and I mean TRIED to work this..this.. LOSER mentality out of the man so that he could one day aspire to greater heights..But the stench of defeat is a cologne that is hard to wash off..Damian has never been Magnificent..Damian has never felt the sheer elation and pure joy of realizing his greatest potential..I cannot do that for him..It is a journey where I can show him the path to greatness, but he has to March those Miles and earn those callouses to achieve the type of Nirvana that I have achieved in life..
Charles: Yeah yeah, but whats this got to do with your tag match?
Adrian: Great question! The idea of Magnificence can sometimes be misconstrued. Look at Kobe Bryant..Who played many wonderful years over yonder at the Staples Center..He was a phenomenal player..But was he Magnificent? As I see it..no. Magnificence requires a cerebral approach..Kobe took the whole team on his shoulders, which led to disappointments, failures, and an overall poor opinion of the man. I, on the other hand, realize the gravity of this encounter, and realize to beat two seasoned talents such as Mikey and Henry..That it will take a concerted effort from myself and Damian..A team approach. Magnificence overrules any and all squabble for the greater good. A great example is The Allied powers in the 2nd World War..Stalin was the worst dictator imaginable, deplorable..Churchill was an ass, and FDR was infirmed. But together, these 3 powerful and faulted men realized they had to come together if the world was to be saved from sheer destruction. At the moment of truth, Magnificence finds a way to bring even the unlikeliest of allies together for common good. Damian and I have teamed before..There, my friend, we have the advantage. I am willing to put aside differences for this match. Sure, after we win, I may give him a sound thrashing for mocking me at the last event, but while we are united in battle, I give my word, he will be my brother in arms..
Charles: (Looking confused, slightly annoyed) Do you ever talk about your opponents? It always seems you keep talking about mess that has nothing to do with the actual match..Are you even concerned about Mikey and Henry?
Adrian: (Chuckling) My good man! Do not mistake my charming demeanor and sometimes overly orative nature for LACK OF PREPAREDNESS! No,m quite the opposite!
Let me tell you about mikey eXtreme..The Self proclaimed "King" of eXtreme..A man with whom I shared glass panels during the King of the Deathmatch tourney..A man who faced Corey Black in the final...Someone to be aware of for sure. His type loves to take things to The Extreme! He probably orders extra hot sauce on his burritos, uses a 4 foot step ladder to hang Christmas Lights on his roof..eXtreme! Haha..I've never been a fan of these "extreme!" types..Always starving for attention..Always wanting people to look at them..Whereas, when you are Magnificent like me..Peoples heads turn like I've got a magnet in my ass and they've got steel plates in their head..Whether I intend for them to..or not..Bottom line, I command attention by my mere PRESENCE! Mikey..By the way, what grown man calls himself "Mikey"...really? Makes me want to tussle tussle tussle his brown hair, smack him in the arm and say "Go run along you little scamp!" Haha..Okay..Okay...Hrmmm...Mikey...The Bastard pities him...putting his body and well being in "EXTREME" danger just to please the sycophants in our audience..And yet they still cheer his partner..Henry Spearman..
Henry Spearman..Neofarian...Neopolitan...Beekeeper Jones..A man that goes by many names..But whatever he calls himself, he falls short when it comes to one area..Well, according to his wife, thats two areas...But I will not mention the other because I am a Bastard and a Gentleman...The one area I will discuss is his lack of Charisma..My God..Man..He is talented but he is about as charismatic as a dead cat! His idea of working a crowd is hitting a member of the audience with a Spear! And really..Spearman..Spear...MY GOD...Is there a creative side of his brain! Did Nurse Ratchet visit him at some point? He is walking Nytol until he gets into the ring..Now, the Bastard appreciates his abilities, and will account for them with my own..Perhaps by being in the ring with me, some charisma will fly off of my glistening body onto him and he will actually..BLINK!
(Charles is laughing his ass off as is Adrian)
Adrian: So Charles, them as a team? Its like having a scoop of Tutti Frutti ice cream with thumb tacks in it next to a scoop of non sugar Vanilla..A pretty crappy Sundae..And imagine..these two hate each other! At least in our corner, the Bastard, in all of his Magnificence, will make sure, that for our greater good..we will come out on top..For being a Magnificent Bastard means having a plan for all angles and all situations..So come Sunday at Slam, I hope these two can actually find a way to coexist..That way, I can put my magnificence on full display! If they do not coexist my dear man, then unfortunately, it may be an early night for The Bastard...In Kentucky of all places..But I digress! Mr. Kaine and I clearly have the advantage in this match against a poor boy named Mikey looking for the love he never received as a child...And Spearman...A man so boring, Billy Mays died from watching his matches..It will be a Magnificent Evening for the entire WCF TO...BEHOLD THE BASTARD!!!!!
(Fade To Black on a panoramic view of the lovely city of Los Angeles)
He can kill two stones with one bird
If opportunity knocks, and he's not at home, opportunity waits
Two countries went to war to dispute HIS nationality
He is...
(The scene begins bearing witness to a sunrise over Downtown Los Angeles..Playing behind this amalgamation of nature and progress is Rossinis "Morning Song" complete with chirping birds..The new construction happening near the Staples Center dots a part of the skyline with Cranes and skeletons of great buildings yet to be built..as the shot pants out, the reflection of the newly rising sun glistens off the glass veneer of the Trans America Building, creating sharp fractals of condensed light..Removing the shadows of the long evening, the sun slowly but surely will remove this urban cloak to reveal a city being reborn..Panning out even further, it is revealed that we are witnessing this particular dawn from the balcony of one Adrian Archer, The Magnificent Bastard..The grill on the right, stylish patio furniture on the left..An overall peaceful scene...Then, the immaculate silence is broken, as is the spell from the song and the scene..)
*THWACK*
(Behold...the Bastard..In all his Magnificent Glory..Well..Not quite..His usually quaffed hair is slightly askew..He wears a Magnificent silk robe, black in color, of course, his Aviator shades protect his eyes from any glare, and a cigarette hangs half from his mouth as he addresses a golf ball..Despite his lack of usual "Magnificence", he still strikes a rugged handsomeness proving that Magnificence is truly more than a wardrobe..Behind him, a large bucket of new balls slightly reflects the scant sunlight..Clutching a 9 iron, Adrian addresses the ball on his green turf mat..Slow and steady back swing and follow through straight out of a handbook sends the ball into the morning sky..Just after that, we see Charles, wearing his usual uniform of a burgandy blazer and a clip on tie and a starched white dress shirt, carrying a tray out to the patio..Adrian notices him walking onto the immense balcony, and notices the quizzical look on his friends face.. Adrian turns to greet him..)
Adrian: CHARLES MY GOOD MAN! I trust you bring the Omlette I ordered?
Charles: Yes sir..Egg Whites, Spinach and Feta Cheese..Sir...May I ask what in the blue hell you are doing?
(Charles could get away with such insolence..In his short time at his residence, Adrian has come to rely on Charles, perhaps even trust him..Maybe..)
Adrian: (Pointing over the balcony) BEHOLD! An urban island green!
(As we peer over the gentlemen's shoulders, we zoom in to see Rodney, another service member of this apartment complex, standing on the fifteenth floor of the building across from the balcony..He holds a standard sized golf pin, and is surrounded by well placed shots within 8 feet..)
Charles: MAN! HEY RODNEY WHATCHU DOING DOING OVER THERE MAN! SHIIIT NIG..
Adrian: Relax my good man! Shawn is at the front desk covering, I talked to the boss..
Charles: I'm THE BOSS ADRIAN!
Adrian: Nonsense! I'm the boss..I'm a tenant, I was in need of assistance, Rodney was more than happy to help, and I left him and you a sizable tip.. ..All is well my good fellow sit down! Enjoy this Magnificent Morning with me!
(Charles reluctantly sits down on one of the deck chairs, setting the tray down and raising his arms above his head, realizing resistance is futile...Adrian lines up another ball, dropping his cigarette into an ash tray, after lighting another fresh one..He speaks through smoke, addressing the ball..)
Adrian: My dear sir, nothing better than celebrating another successful week with the WCF..
Charles: But didn't you lose?
*THWACK*
(Archers follow thru on this shot was not as pristine as the ones before it..and the balls path trailed to the right in a wicked hook...Archer cringes slightly as the sound of glass, a car alarm, and a screeching cat can be heard in the still early morning over the din of some commuters..)
Adrian:(Ever composed, grabs a walkie talkie from his robe pocket) Rodney! Thank you for your assistance! Please gather my balls and my pin and make haste back to the building..
(Adrian goes to sit down, instead of eating he addresses Charles)
Adrian: Did..did you say lose...Charles?
Charles: Yeah..I saw it..1-2-3..Battle pinned you down after hitting his finisher..Kinda made me...
Adrian:..Wonder? Is that it Charles? Wonder, if maybe I am not as Magnificent as I let on? My friend, let me give you a LESSON ON MAGNIFICENCE!
(Charles rolls his eyes, but he is not working and on the clock, which is good..)
Adrian: Sir, what do you define as "losing"? Losing is more of a state of mind than an actual action. Take my partner..The Despicable Damian Kaine..A man who has a losers mentality..Charles, I tried..and I mean TRIED to work this..this.. LOSER mentality out of the man so that he could one day aspire to greater heights..But the stench of defeat is a cologne that is hard to wash off..Damian has never been Magnificent..Damian has never felt the sheer elation and pure joy of realizing his greatest potential..I cannot do that for him..It is a journey where I can show him the path to greatness, but he has to March those Miles and earn those callouses to achieve the type of Nirvana that I have achieved in life..
Charles: Yeah yeah, but whats this got to do with your tag match?
Adrian: Great question! The idea of Magnificence can sometimes be misconstrued. Look at Kobe Bryant..Who played many wonderful years over yonder at the Staples Center..He was a phenomenal player..But was he Magnificent? As I see it..no. Magnificence requires a cerebral approach..Kobe took the whole team on his shoulders, which led to disappointments, failures, and an overall poor opinion of the man. I, on the other hand, realize the gravity of this encounter, and realize to beat two seasoned talents such as Mikey and Henry..That it will take a concerted effort from myself and Damian..A team approach. Magnificence overrules any and all squabble for the greater good. A great example is The Allied powers in the 2nd World War..Stalin was the worst dictator imaginable, deplorable..Churchill was an ass, and FDR was infirmed. But together, these 3 powerful and faulted men realized they had to come together if the world was to be saved from sheer destruction. At the moment of truth, Magnificence finds a way to bring even the unlikeliest of allies together for common good. Damian and I have teamed before..There, my friend, we have the advantage. I am willing to put aside differences for this match. Sure, after we win, I may give him a sound thrashing for mocking me at the last event, but while we are united in battle, I give my word, he will be my brother in arms..
Charles: (Looking confused, slightly annoyed) Do you ever talk about your opponents? It always seems you keep talking about mess that has nothing to do with the actual match..Are you even concerned about Mikey and Henry?
Adrian: (Chuckling) My good man! Do not mistake my charming demeanor and sometimes overly orative nature for LACK OF PREPAREDNESS! No,m quite the opposite!
Let me tell you about mikey eXtreme..The Self proclaimed "King" of eXtreme..A man with whom I shared glass panels during the King of the Deathmatch tourney..A man who faced Corey Black in the final...Someone to be aware of for sure. His type loves to take things to The Extreme! He probably orders extra hot sauce on his burritos, uses a 4 foot step ladder to hang Christmas Lights on his roof..eXtreme! Haha..I've never been a fan of these "extreme!" types..Always starving for attention..Always wanting people to look at them..Whereas, when you are Magnificent like me..Peoples heads turn like I've got a magnet in my ass and they've got steel plates in their head..Whether I intend for them to..or not..Bottom line, I command attention by my mere PRESENCE! Mikey..By the way, what grown man calls himself "Mikey"...really? Makes me want to tussle tussle tussle his brown hair, smack him in the arm and say "Go run along you little scamp!" Haha..Okay..Okay...Hrmmm...Mikey...The Bastard pities him...putting his body and well being in "EXTREME" danger just to please the sycophants in our audience..And yet they still cheer his partner..Henry Spearman..
Henry Spearman..Neofarian...Neopolitan...Beekeeper Jones..A man that goes by many names..But whatever he calls himself, he falls short when it comes to one area..Well, according to his wife, thats two areas...But I will not mention the other because I am a Bastard and a Gentleman...The one area I will discuss is his lack of Charisma..My God..Man..He is talented but he is about as charismatic as a dead cat! His idea of working a crowd is hitting a member of the audience with a Spear! And really..Spearman..Spear...MY GOD...Is there a creative side of his brain! Did Nurse Ratchet visit him at some point? He is walking Nytol until he gets into the ring..Now, the Bastard appreciates his abilities, and will account for them with my own..Perhaps by being in the ring with me, some charisma will fly off of my glistening body onto him and he will actually..BLINK!
(Charles is laughing his ass off as is Adrian)
Adrian: So Charles, them as a team? Its like having a scoop of Tutti Frutti ice cream with thumb tacks in it next to a scoop of non sugar Vanilla..A pretty crappy Sundae..And imagine..these two hate each other! At least in our corner, the Bastard, in all of his Magnificence, will make sure, that for our greater good..we will come out on top..For being a Magnificent Bastard means having a plan for all angles and all situations..So come Sunday at Slam, I hope these two can actually find a way to coexist..That way, I can put my magnificence on full display! If they do not coexist my dear man, then unfortunately, it may be an early night for The Bastard...In Kentucky of all places..But I digress! Mr. Kaine and I clearly have the advantage in this match against a poor boy named Mikey looking for the love he never received as a child...And Spearman...A man so boring, Billy Mays died from watching his matches..It will be a Magnificent Evening for the entire WCF TO...BEHOLD THE BASTARD!!!!!
(Fade To Black on a panoramic view of the lovely city of Los Angeles)
