Post by epitomeofcool on Dec 4, 2011 17:48:57 GMT -5
Part I
The scene opens with a shot of the inside of a crowded nightclub somewhere in Central Pennsylvania. As the cameraman moves through the sea of people, he comes across a small gathering of rather attractive females standing in a circle, each with their attention drawn to the individual standing in the center. The cameraman moves in closer and "The Epitome Of Cool" is revealed to be said person that is drawing the attention. Miles is dressed in an all black suit and dark sunglasses, and is currently standing and sipping on a Captain and Coke as the girls seem transfixed on his every movement. Standing off to the side of the circle, looking rather intimidating as always, is Lil Jon, a beer in hand as he keeps an eye on Miles. Miles finishes off his drink and then hands off the empty glass to one of the girls, who gladly takes it and walks over to the bar to get another.
Aaron Miles: Now then ladies...
The girls collectively sigh, almost as if in a dream like state, as Miles can't help but grin as each of these girls hang on his every word.
Aaron Miles: As much as I would like to say that each of you can accompany me to Reading this week for Slam and for the after party, I'm afraid that I can only take two of you.
The girls all take looks to the left and right, scowls on their faces as they each want the opportunity.
Aaron Miles: So the question becomes, who wants it more?
Again the girls each take a look to their left and right before turning their loving gaze back to Miles.
Aaron Miles: Tell you what, I think I have the perfect way to make this decision. Why don't you ladies come with me.
The ladies gladly follow Miles as he leads them through the club and toward the exit, with Lil Jon bringing up the rear. Miles leads them out into the parking lot and to the waiting limousine, where Lil Jon opens the door and holds it as Aaron and the ladies enter. Lil Jon then takes his place in the passenger seat up front with the driver and the limousine pulls off as the scene fades out.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in a short while later in the hallway of a hotel as the cameraman films through the open doorway. Miles is standing in the center of the room on top of a mattress with all of the girls from the club surrounding him, now dressed in only their bras and panties.
Aaron Miles: So ladies, after painstakingly trying to come up with the perfect way to decide which of you two lovely individuals deserves the opportunity to travel with me this week, I've come up with what I believe is the most fair way. We're going to have ourselves a little competition which I'm going to call "Ultimate Pillow Fighting". It's quite simple really. Two girls will stand on this mattress, each with a pillow, and the first one to get knocked off is eliminated. Last two girls remaining are the winners. Fair enough?
The girls all nod their heads at once.
Aaron Miles: Excellent. Now then, first up will be you and you.
Lil Jon hands both ladies a pillow and they step up onto the mattress. Miles then looks toward the open doorway and remembers the cameraman is still filming.
Aaron Miles: Hold on for just a second.
Miles walks over to the doorway.
Aaron Miles: Sorry folks, but this is where the free show ends.
Miles shoots the camera a wink as he slams the door shut.
Aaron Miles: All right girls, remember what's on the line. And...GO!
The sounds of giggling and pillow meeting skin are heard as the scene fades out.
Part II
The scene opens with a shot of a hotel room bed as Aaron Miles is sound asleep, an arm wrapped around the waists of the beauties lying beside him. Even as he sleeps his dark sunglasses remain on and his hair keeps that gorgeous spiked up look. Suddenly, from the nightstand beside the bed, his cell phone rings, filling the room with the sounds of Downstait's "Beat Down". A groggy Miles lifts his head, looks toward the phone and then at the alarm clock, which reads 5:57, and lets out a sigh as his head falls back onto the pillow. The phone quits ringing and then beeps to signal a new voice-mail as Miles falls back asleep. A few minutes later the phone begins to ring again as Miles lets out a louder sigh and then sits up, sending both girls rolling off to the side and onto the floor. Ignoring them, Miles grabs the phone, hits the answer button and then lays back down.
Aaron Miles: Somebody better be laying dead in a ditch. Otherwise there's about to be one.
Miles pauses as he listens to the person on the other end of the line.
Aaron Miles: Brown...seriously why in the hell did you think it was necessary to call me at 6 in the morning just to ask if I needed directions? We've been wrestling in the same fucking arena for the last two months that I've been in WCF. I'm pretty damn sure I know where the hell I'm going.
Miles hangs up the phone and tosses it to the floor, hitting the blonde that's lying sound asleep in the head. She groggily raises her head, looks around at her surroundings and then goes back to sleep. The other girl, a short hispanic girl, crawls back up onto the bed and begins running her fingers over Miles' chest.
Woman: Mmm, papi last night was amazing.
Aaron Miles: I know, I always am. You however need some practice.
And with that, Miles promptly rolls onto his side and falls back asleep as the scene fades to black.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as Aaron Miles is exiting the bathroom of his hotel room, clad in only a towel as beads of water drip off of him. The sounds of running water and giggling drift from the bathroom as Miles walks over to his duffel bag and digs through it before pulling out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. His cell phone begins ringing again and as he reaches down to answer it, his towel falls to the floor. The cameraman quickly pans the shot up to avoid an FCC fine for the WCF Network as Miles answers the phone.
Aaron Miles: Lil Jon, what's going on my man?...Yeah, I just hopped out of the shower and was about to get dressed...I'm thinking like twenty maybe minutes. The girls are still in the shower and you know how long these hoes take to get ready...All right, I'll just text you when we're on our way down.
Miles hangs up the phone just as the water in the shower is shut off. As Miles begins to get dressed, both girls walk out of the bathroom, towels wrapped around their midsections.
Aaron Miles: Get yourselves dressed and ready. We got shit we need to do before the show tonight.
Both girls nod and drop their towels as they walk toward their bags. The cameraman, unfortunately for the viewers, turns the camera away just before anything is seen. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Miles checks his watch and sees it hasn't been anywhere near twenty minutes yet.
Aaron Miles: Who is it?
Voice: It's Hank Brown. I was hoping to catch a few words before tonight.
Aaron Miles: Not the best time Brown, we're actually on our way out.
Hank Brown: It'll only take a few minutes, I promise.
Miles checks his watch again and then walks over to the door. He pulls it open and lets Hank in. Hank starts to say something but stops in his tracks when he sees the girls half naked on the other side of the room.
Hank Brown: Umm..err..am I interrupting something?
Miles follows Hank's gaze and then laughs.
Aaron Miles: Don't mind the girls Hank, just get on with the questions.
Hank's gaze remains on the girls as they dress, so Miles snaps his fingers in his face to bring him back to reality.
Hank Brown: Oh, sorry. First things first, I suppose congratulations are in order. Last week at Aftermath you won your first title here in WCF.
Aaron Miles: Speaking of which...girls have you seen that belt?
Blonde Woman: You mean the one you had us posing with last night? I think it's around here somewhere.
Aaron Miles: Well hurry and up and find it, we have to get out of here.
The blonde scurries off in search of the TV Title belt.
Aaron Miles: Now then Hank, you say congratulations are in order? I say what's in order is an apology for the way that you've been questioning me as of late.
Hank seems a little taken aback by that allegation.
Aaron Miles: Don't give me that look, I've heard all about it from the guys in the back. You're no better than anyone else that has questioned what I'm capable of since day one. Now, you and all those people can suck a dick, because I'm holding gold.
Hank Brown: Well..I...uhh..well...
Aaron Miles: Quit stuttering like a damn retard and spit it out already Brown.
Hank Brown: Fine I admit it. I was a doubter. But last week I was impressed with what I saw.
Aaron Miles: That's the first intelligent thing I've ever heard you say Brown. Now let's see if you can keep it going.
Hank Brown: Well let's talk about tonight. You're going to be defending the Television Title for the first time against a former holder of the title, Kaylyn Evans. I know you like your chances tonight, as do I, but there is still a number of people who are favoring Evans to reclaim the belt she adores. What do you have to say to those people?
Aaron Miles: I say fuck them. I know the people you're talking about Hank. They're the idiots who can't think straight the second a pair of tits walk by them. They're the virgins who stutter when they see a girl bend over to pick up something off the ground. They're...well they're people just like you were a few minutes ago when you walked into the room. Simplistic morons blinded by a cheap tramp frolicking about like a street walker. To them, a girl like Kaylyn Evans is the greatest thing to ever step between the ropes. Shit, if you took a poll today every one of them would be ready to put her in the Hall Of Fame tomorrow. And it's females like her, the bright eyed, busty, talentless hacks that are just adding to the decay of this profession.
Hank Brown: Talentless? We are talking about a former two time Television Champion.
Aaron Miles: Yeah, and that second title reign came after she beat Ryan Blake. And if you call that an accomplishment, then I'll call you a dumbass. Look, I don't care if Evans is a 12 time former Television Champion, because that was all in the past. As in, before I arrived. She was a champion when the bar was here...
Miles holds his hand down close to the ground.
Aaron Miles: And now that I'm holding the belt, I've raise it all the way up to here.
Miles holds his hand up above his head.
Aaron Miles: I've raised the bar to a point where people like Kaylyn Evans can never reach. I've raised the bar to a point where the Television Title can now be looked at as being on par with the United States Title in regards to prestige, rather than the POS it was months ago. Facts are facts Hank, the Television Title is wrapped around the waist of the most worthy person in WCF and it's not going anywhere unless I decide it is.
At that moment the blonde appears with the Television Title in her hands. Miles takes it from her and then throws it over his shoulder.
Aaron Miles: You see this nameplate here Hank? It reads Aaron Miles. And it's going to keep reading Aaron Miles for weeks to come. Tonight is just going to be the first of many defenses I have to make, and just like all of the ones to come, I'm going to walk out of that ring and up that ramp with this belt still wrapped around my waist. And why? Because there isn't a single person on this roster that can measure up to me. I'm on a whole other level and everyone else is going to have to try and catch up.
Hank Brown: One last question for you. We've seen as of late that Kaylyn doesn't roll alone. Do you feel like her manager or possibly even Roy Speede could serve as a distraction tonight?
Aaron Miles: Roy who?
Hank Brown: Roy Speede.
Aaron Miles: Never heard of him. Now if you'll excuse me Hank, I really do need to be going.
And with that Miles pulls his t-shirt and sneakers on and grabs his bag. He exits the room followed by the girls, leaving Hank Brown and the cameraman alone. Hank turns to leave when he notices a pair of discarded pink thong underwear sticking out from under the bed. He looks toward the door and then back at the underwear before scurrying to snatch them up and stuff them into his pockets. He then remembers the cameraman.
Hank Brown: Uhh, you stopped recording already. Right?
Cameraman: Of course Hank.
The cameraman then stops recording, ending the scene.
The scene opens with a shot of the inside of a crowded nightclub somewhere in Central Pennsylvania. As the cameraman moves through the sea of people, he comes across a small gathering of rather attractive females standing in a circle, each with their attention drawn to the individual standing in the center. The cameraman moves in closer and "The Epitome Of Cool" is revealed to be said person that is drawing the attention. Miles is dressed in an all black suit and dark sunglasses, and is currently standing and sipping on a Captain and Coke as the girls seem transfixed on his every movement. Standing off to the side of the circle, looking rather intimidating as always, is Lil Jon, a beer in hand as he keeps an eye on Miles. Miles finishes off his drink and then hands off the empty glass to one of the girls, who gladly takes it and walks over to the bar to get another.
Aaron Miles: Now then ladies...
The girls collectively sigh, almost as if in a dream like state, as Miles can't help but grin as each of these girls hang on his every word.
Aaron Miles: As much as I would like to say that each of you can accompany me to Reading this week for Slam and for the after party, I'm afraid that I can only take two of you.
The girls all take looks to the left and right, scowls on their faces as they each want the opportunity.
Aaron Miles: So the question becomes, who wants it more?
Again the girls each take a look to their left and right before turning their loving gaze back to Miles.
Aaron Miles: Tell you what, I think I have the perfect way to make this decision. Why don't you ladies come with me.
The ladies gladly follow Miles as he leads them through the club and toward the exit, with Lil Jon bringing up the rear. Miles leads them out into the parking lot and to the waiting limousine, where Lil Jon opens the door and holds it as Aaron and the ladies enter. Lil Jon then takes his place in the passenger seat up front with the driver and the limousine pulls off as the scene fades out.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in a short while later in the hallway of a hotel as the cameraman films through the open doorway. Miles is standing in the center of the room on top of a mattress with all of the girls from the club surrounding him, now dressed in only their bras and panties.
Aaron Miles: So ladies, after painstakingly trying to come up with the perfect way to decide which of you two lovely individuals deserves the opportunity to travel with me this week, I've come up with what I believe is the most fair way. We're going to have ourselves a little competition which I'm going to call "Ultimate Pillow Fighting". It's quite simple really. Two girls will stand on this mattress, each with a pillow, and the first one to get knocked off is eliminated. Last two girls remaining are the winners. Fair enough?
The girls all nod their heads at once.
Aaron Miles: Excellent. Now then, first up will be you and you.
Lil Jon hands both ladies a pillow and they step up onto the mattress. Miles then looks toward the open doorway and remembers the cameraman is still filming.
Aaron Miles: Hold on for just a second.
Miles walks over to the doorway.
Aaron Miles: Sorry folks, but this is where the free show ends.
Miles shoots the camera a wink as he slams the door shut.
Aaron Miles: All right girls, remember what's on the line. And...GO!
The sounds of giggling and pillow meeting skin are heard as the scene fades out.
Part II
The scene opens with a shot of a hotel room bed as Aaron Miles is sound asleep, an arm wrapped around the waists of the beauties lying beside him. Even as he sleeps his dark sunglasses remain on and his hair keeps that gorgeous spiked up look. Suddenly, from the nightstand beside the bed, his cell phone rings, filling the room with the sounds of Downstait's "Beat Down". A groggy Miles lifts his head, looks toward the phone and then at the alarm clock, which reads 5:57, and lets out a sigh as his head falls back onto the pillow. The phone quits ringing and then beeps to signal a new voice-mail as Miles falls back asleep. A few minutes later the phone begins to ring again as Miles lets out a louder sigh and then sits up, sending both girls rolling off to the side and onto the floor. Ignoring them, Miles grabs the phone, hits the answer button and then lays back down.
Aaron Miles: Somebody better be laying dead in a ditch. Otherwise there's about to be one.
Miles pauses as he listens to the person on the other end of the line.
Aaron Miles: Brown...seriously why in the hell did you think it was necessary to call me at 6 in the morning just to ask if I needed directions? We've been wrestling in the same fucking arena for the last two months that I've been in WCF. I'm pretty damn sure I know where the hell I'm going.
Miles hangs up the phone and tosses it to the floor, hitting the blonde that's lying sound asleep in the head. She groggily raises her head, looks around at her surroundings and then goes back to sleep. The other girl, a short hispanic girl, crawls back up onto the bed and begins running her fingers over Miles' chest.
Woman: Mmm, papi last night was amazing.
Aaron Miles: I know, I always am. You however need some practice.
And with that, Miles promptly rolls onto his side and falls back asleep as the scene fades to black.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as Aaron Miles is exiting the bathroom of his hotel room, clad in only a towel as beads of water drip off of him. The sounds of running water and giggling drift from the bathroom as Miles walks over to his duffel bag and digs through it before pulling out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. His cell phone begins ringing again and as he reaches down to answer it, his towel falls to the floor. The cameraman quickly pans the shot up to avoid an FCC fine for the WCF Network as Miles answers the phone.
Aaron Miles: Lil Jon, what's going on my man?...Yeah, I just hopped out of the shower and was about to get dressed...I'm thinking like twenty maybe minutes. The girls are still in the shower and you know how long these hoes take to get ready...All right, I'll just text you when we're on our way down.
Miles hangs up the phone just as the water in the shower is shut off. As Miles begins to get dressed, both girls walk out of the bathroom, towels wrapped around their midsections.
Aaron Miles: Get yourselves dressed and ready. We got shit we need to do before the show tonight.
Both girls nod and drop their towels as they walk toward their bags. The cameraman, unfortunately for the viewers, turns the camera away just before anything is seen. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Miles checks his watch and sees it hasn't been anywhere near twenty minutes yet.
Aaron Miles: Who is it?
Voice: It's Hank Brown. I was hoping to catch a few words before tonight.
Aaron Miles: Not the best time Brown, we're actually on our way out.
Hank Brown: It'll only take a few minutes, I promise.
Miles checks his watch again and then walks over to the door. He pulls it open and lets Hank in. Hank starts to say something but stops in his tracks when he sees the girls half naked on the other side of the room.
Hank Brown: Umm..err..am I interrupting something?
Miles follows Hank's gaze and then laughs.
Aaron Miles: Don't mind the girls Hank, just get on with the questions.
Hank's gaze remains on the girls as they dress, so Miles snaps his fingers in his face to bring him back to reality.
Hank Brown: Oh, sorry. First things first, I suppose congratulations are in order. Last week at Aftermath you won your first title here in WCF.
Aaron Miles: Speaking of which...girls have you seen that belt?
Blonde Woman: You mean the one you had us posing with last night? I think it's around here somewhere.
Aaron Miles: Well hurry and up and find it, we have to get out of here.
The blonde scurries off in search of the TV Title belt.
Aaron Miles: Now then Hank, you say congratulations are in order? I say what's in order is an apology for the way that you've been questioning me as of late.
Hank seems a little taken aback by that allegation.
Aaron Miles: Don't give me that look, I've heard all about it from the guys in the back. You're no better than anyone else that has questioned what I'm capable of since day one. Now, you and all those people can suck a dick, because I'm holding gold.
Hank Brown: Well..I...uhh..well...
Aaron Miles: Quit stuttering like a damn retard and spit it out already Brown.
Hank Brown: Fine I admit it. I was a doubter. But last week I was impressed with what I saw.
Aaron Miles: That's the first intelligent thing I've ever heard you say Brown. Now let's see if you can keep it going.
Hank Brown: Well let's talk about tonight. You're going to be defending the Television Title for the first time against a former holder of the title, Kaylyn Evans. I know you like your chances tonight, as do I, but there is still a number of people who are favoring Evans to reclaim the belt she adores. What do you have to say to those people?
Aaron Miles: I say fuck them. I know the people you're talking about Hank. They're the idiots who can't think straight the second a pair of tits walk by them. They're the virgins who stutter when they see a girl bend over to pick up something off the ground. They're...well they're people just like you were a few minutes ago when you walked into the room. Simplistic morons blinded by a cheap tramp frolicking about like a street walker. To them, a girl like Kaylyn Evans is the greatest thing to ever step between the ropes. Shit, if you took a poll today every one of them would be ready to put her in the Hall Of Fame tomorrow. And it's females like her, the bright eyed, busty, talentless hacks that are just adding to the decay of this profession.
Hank Brown: Talentless? We are talking about a former two time Television Champion.
Aaron Miles: Yeah, and that second title reign came after she beat Ryan Blake. And if you call that an accomplishment, then I'll call you a dumbass. Look, I don't care if Evans is a 12 time former Television Champion, because that was all in the past. As in, before I arrived. She was a champion when the bar was here...
Miles holds his hand down close to the ground.
Aaron Miles: And now that I'm holding the belt, I've raise it all the way up to here.
Miles holds his hand up above his head.
Aaron Miles: I've raised the bar to a point where people like Kaylyn Evans can never reach. I've raised the bar to a point where the Television Title can now be looked at as being on par with the United States Title in regards to prestige, rather than the POS it was months ago. Facts are facts Hank, the Television Title is wrapped around the waist of the most worthy person in WCF and it's not going anywhere unless I decide it is.
At that moment the blonde appears with the Television Title in her hands. Miles takes it from her and then throws it over his shoulder.
Aaron Miles: You see this nameplate here Hank? It reads Aaron Miles. And it's going to keep reading Aaron Miles for weeks to come. Tonight is just going to be the first of many defenses I have to make, and just like all of the ones to come, I'm going to walk out of that ring and up that ramp with this belt still wrapped around my waist. And why? Because there isn't a single person on this roster that can measure up to me. I'm on a whole other level and everyone else is going to have to try and catch up.
Hank Brown: One last question for you. We've seen as of late that Kaylyn doesn't roll alone. Do you feel like her manager or possibly even Roy Speede could serve as a distraction tonight?
Aaron Miles: Roy who?
Hank Brown: Roy Speede.
Aaron Miles: Never heard of him. Now if you'll excuse me Hank, I really do need to be going.
And with that Miles pulls his t-shirt and sneakers on and grabs his bag. He exits the room followed by the girls, leaving Hank Brown and the cameraman alone. Hank turns to leave when he notices a pair of discarded pink thong underwear sticking out from under the bed. He looks toward the door and then back at the underwear before scurrying to snatch them up and stuff them into his pockets. He then remembers the cameraman.
Hank Brown: Uhh, you stopped recording already. Right?
Cameraman: Of course Hank.
The cameraman then stops recording, ending the scene.
