| The Masters of the Universe (Part II of "To Weep, Or Not To Weep?"); Colossus/Phenetic/ChainReaction 4/5/2009 | |
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| Phenetic | May 22 2010, 12:47 AM Post #1 |
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Killed BQ
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Fade in to BQWA's main corporate boardroom, home to hotshots, shot-callers, ballers, power-lunchers, and an assorted medley of Important Men. Well, they at least think they're Important Men, and isn't that what counts in this workaday world? They've got a special guest, whom they've "invited" to have a sit-down, heart-to-heart talk about his current situation with the company. This should be fun. Victor Demps, Chief Financial Officer of the BQWA: "ALLLLLLLEXXXX, great to see you, buddy! Sit down, sit down! Marsha, get this great kid a drink--crack open my good whiskey, hun!" Perhaps not the best of times to break out the "excitable douchebag" routine. Colossus: "I'm not thirsty. Don't waste your booze." An uncomfortable pause, as Colossus has spoken calmly, bluntly, and without betraying a hint of any emotion other than steely focus. VD: "Well, maybe later. Let's talk, big guy." VD: "We, uhhhh, I should say Mark, Kevin, Bradley and I...had heard about your, uhhhh...your words. After Meltdown. And we just wanted to call you in to CONGRATULATE you on a blockbuster promo! That was top-notch stuff. Has the Internet community buzzing. Colossus merchandise spiked 19% the day after the announcement, and unique visitors to our various websites went up about 26%." Colossus: "It wasn't a promo, you vapid shit." Oh dear. A bit more uncomfortableness. Several pauses. Mark, Kevin, and Bradley--Board members all--share sideways glances and shift in their seats nervously. Victor tries to recover, powersuit a bit more sweaty than it was before. VD: "Well, uhhhh, well then we should definitely talk more." Colossus: "Let's do that. Me first." Victor shifts in his seat, and adjusts his expensive tie so that it's a touch looser. Colossus: "Victor, you need to realize one very, very important thing that towers above all others tonight. I hold you, Mark, Kevin, Bradley, and the rest of the Board that couldn't be bothered from their VACAYS at Martha's Vineyard to come join this little soiree...I hold you sons of bitches personally responsible for what happened to Tara Shannon this week." VD: "Now, Alex, you know as well as I do that that was unforeseeable, and we're looking IMMEDIATELY into switching out the management situation on Meltdown. Johnny didn't do as good a job as we would have liked, I tell you that much. Got more power than he should have, but...but...what those guys did to Ms. Shannon was NOT our fault." Colossus: "Cut the crap, Vic. THOSE PEOPLE have names, and you're too scared to say them because it might be bad for BUSINESS. You need controversy on Meltdown because controversy sells, controversy keeps you in your yachts, and controversy puts a down payment on your summer home in Palm Beach." "THOSE PEOPLE might have crippled one of my best friends in this world, and THOSE PEOPLE are running apeshit on YOUR wrestling show, because you haven't the slightest clue how to do anything other than calculate financial stats and count up money! I hold you all personally responsible for what happened to Tara, and so help me God, you will regret being so damned incompetent at your jobs that you couldn't keep a decent General Manager employed for more than two seconds at a time." Now it's quiet. A long pause, and then Kevin speaks up in the background, for the first time tonight. Kevin Barton: "You can't...just...quit, Alex. You wouldn't be able to wrestle for half a year, you know that. It's been in your contract since you signed here... Same language, same legal boilerplate." Now Bradley speaks up. Bradley Kennesaw: "But what we can do--since you've been through so much the past few months--is retool your deal, Alex. You've performed admirably since you've been here, you've boosted ratings, you've increased PPV sales, you've surged merchandise sales through the roof for the past 18 months, and you've established yourself as Our...Guy. We'll make it worth your while not to consider what you're considering. Well worth it." And now Mark. The last of the 4 Stooges. Mark Perez: "How does 5 years, 18.5 million sound? With 3.5 million guaranteed up front? Plus, 35% of all your merchandise sales, and 5% off ALL gate profits? Over the life of the deal, especially if we factor in possible movie tie-ins, you could stand to make $50 million, Alex. 50. Million." Pause. Pause. Pause. Colossus: "Holy shit." "You actually...you actually think that this is a negotiation ploy. You're actually that dumb." "Tara Shannon's in a hospital bed right now, and you think I flew out here on my day off, put on a suit, combed my hair, and showered so that I could pity-talk you into a new contract. Sweet baby Jesus in the manger..." VD: "Alex. Don't throw away everything you've had with this company because of one admittedly tragic incident. Don't do this to yourself, and don't do this to your wife." Oh my. Not the best of things to say at this moment. Colossus: "Victor, if you ever patronizingly mention my wife like that again, I will throw you through a goddamn wall, and you won't have enough security to stop what I do after that." Silence. Victor stops speaking, because he has a Master's degree from Yale, a MBA from Wharton, and a functioning brain. Mark senses that Victor's time talking is long, long done, and takes over. Mark Perez: "Alex, what Victor tripped over saying was that...we value you. And we value everything you've done for this company. And we value you as a PERSON, son. Don't act rashly in all of this." Colossus: "Mark, when's the last time you acknowledged a wrestler's birthday? When's the last time you called anyone, excluding me and Johnny Karisma, on the roster? You value me as a cash cow, and you value me because I produce fucking RESULTS on the BOTTOM LINE. You offer me a new contract because you're scared that I train and prepare for the 6 months you have me trapped for and then score a MONSTER deal somewhere else. You know where else. You fear my impact on your bottom line, and THAT'S why you love. Don't pretend it's anything else, you arrogant prick." "You fired how many janitorial staff in the past 2 months, and you care about PEOPLE all of a sudden? How many janitorial staff you fire, Mark? Or was it Victor who pulled the trigger on that one because his Beamer needed a fresh coat of paint and better shocks?" Another pause. "I asked a fucking question, Mark, and I know you're not a mute. HOW MANY...janitorial staff...did you fire? In the past two months?" Mark Perez: "I...I don't know the ex..the exacttt number, but..." Colossus: "BULL-FUCKING-SHIT, YOU SIGNED THEIR PINK SLIPS. HOW. MANY?" "The correct answer, you sniveling troll of a man, is 28. 28 men making a decent wage that you and Victor and the rest of you miserable pissants canned because you don't know their names, you don't know their kids, and you don't bother to learn a damned thing about anyone outside of your golfing foursome. You know why I know the number 28? Because Chain and I talked about it over a beer one night after a show, after I had checked my bank account to see if the direct deposit went through. These are men who don't get signing bonuses, Mark. They don't get cuts of merchandising sales, and they don't share the gate. Do they?" Another pause, as Mark takes a deep breath while smoothing out his suit as he stands up to leave. Noticeably upset at the way he's been verbally manhandled, he looks to exit the room. Mark: "Because, Alex...janitors don't make this company money." Colossus: "And there we have it. The gold standard. What have you done for me lately? I hope you treat Tara Shannon the same way, boys. Send her a nice fruit basket or something for all her stellar service to the company. Did you get some good closeups of her as the show faded out? Did you zoom in on the blood, on the pain in her unconscious face? Do you plan on adding her destruction to a soon-to-be released 'MOST EPIC BEATDOWNS!!!' DVD for sale on BQWA.com? Might not you make some more profit from that carnage? Perhaps some 'Sex and Violence: The Irish Rose's Thorn' t-shirts are in order? Buy 3, get the shipping free. Buy 4, and the fifth one's on us. They'd make GREAT Christmas gifts, guys." Mark: "I don't have time for this bullshit, and I don't have to take it from some 24 year old kid on a soapbox. I've got reservations at Danilo's." Mark storms out, as Colossus shouts at him on the man's way to the door. Colossus: "Make sure not to wear your seatbelt, Mark." "Gentlemen, and I use that term quite loosely, we've talked enough. You lack honor in any sense. You lack the most fundamental tenets of human dignity. You're scourges on this company, and you have no idea what it means to be a wrestler, the friend of a wrestler, or even what it is to participate in a wrestling company. Your connection is abstract. BQWA, to you all, is something from which to extract profit, like ore from a mine. You leech surgically, sucking a bit here and there, but never so much as to arouse suspicion. You have no appreciation for our craft, and it embarrasses me every day when I realize that you're making incredibly important decisions that affect my daily life. You sat back when The Featured Attraction ran roughshod over the company; you did nothing when the EWA metastasized into every cell of our business; and you sat back and smiled when The Family poisoned the body of the BQWA." "And why? Because you could, and because, deep down, you weren't losing enough money to care. On the contrary, you were still making money, sometimes handsome amounts. And like a wise man once said, 'Everybody's got a price.' You sure do. It's not about money with me, guys, because I've got enough of it now to keep Lucy reasonably comfortable for the rest of our natural lives. It's about whether or not I can look myself in the mirror every morning." Colossus stands up and walks over to where Mark Perez once sat. He grabs the contract Mark was discussing earlier, neatly printed and copied in triplicate. "And when I think about the combination of Tara Shannon in a hospital bed and the quality of men running the day-to-day workings of this company...I can no longer meet the stare of that guy in the looking glass." Swiftly, he rips up the simple pieces of paper that would have put him in an Italian villa by age 35. "If you'll excuse me, I have someone I need to go and visit now. I'll be late, unfortunately, because of this utterly worthless meeting." "You can expect my resignation papers on your desks within a few days." "Go fuck yourselves, and do this company a favor by dying in a fire." Colossus walks to the doorway's threshold, as a stony silence envelops the room. Pausing one last time, Col turns back around. "See, I can say things like that to you because you know I still make you money, and until I stop doing that, and because you have not one scrap of dignity or class left in your pathetic bodies, you fear my impact on your bottom line. You fear it more than any insult, true or not, hurled at you, and you fear it more than any affront to your consciences or hearts." "You're cowards." |
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| Phenetic | May 22 2010, 12:47 AM Post #2 |
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Killed BQ
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Now you see the reality Colossus… What did I tell you? You are nothing more than a dollar sign to these corporate conglomerates that view you as a cheap marketing tool. At the end of the day, when you stop making money, when you continue to be shoved down the fans throats, it all turns sour. They will now soon begin to despise you, then the merchandise stops to sell, suddenly your being booked against people like Brendan Black in a C4 strapped on a fist match… You are making them happy now, but what happens when Sex and Violence are allowed to continue to run rampid around like now? What happens when Halo is able to run over and assault authority figures with no repercussions? And what do these ignorant assholes do as they sit and watch from their safe, secure, air conditioned offices? They throw meat in the middle of the arena and make us all squirm and fight for their scraps… It’s fucking pitiful… Why fight for people like this? Why fight for a company that will turn it’s back on you the second hope is lost in you? If you don’t believe, then take a look at your whore friend who is lying in a coma at the hospital. Granted she knew not to get involved in a man’s business, she knew that she stood no chance getting into the ring, but bless her heart because she has some spirit. Yet did the board step in and stop her from making a career threatening mistake? No… They don’t give a shit about anyone but their corporate greed, they wanted to bleed you dry in Fusion. You were the hot shot rookie, the next big thing, and they wanted to manipulate and take advantage of you with that. See you finally able to get your hands on at least one person of the family is something marks are creaming about, not because of how much it sells pay-per-view buys, but because of how much hatred and emotions you guys have amongst each other, because of your history and past… But the corporate demons couldn’t give a shit, it’s all about buys for them… See on one side, you are probably the most over, most popular and successful up and comer to rapidly rise up the ranks. You’re good looking, you’re athletic, and you stand up for the “common man” and working class; much like Andy and Chain. But see with you guys, it’s all flashy combos and big fancy moves, no depth, no insight. Where is the substance in being stuck in that predicament? So go on Colossus, sell another t-shirt. Take another picture. Sign another autograph that ends right up on ebay… Is this how you want to be remembered, is this the kind of legacy you want? See the powers that be want you too fit in the with abused culture that has contaminated our society. They want you perceived as the take no names, knock you the fuck out, bad ass. It’s the pathetic MMA trend that has flooded our youth, and teaches them that the only way to be cool is to be a mindless meat head who can only focus on himself as he flexes in the mirror… The company’s arrogance is astounding at times, it holds a glass ceiling over those with actual talent and who deserve to be in the main event. The ones walking on top tip toe over the cracks in fear of shattering it and falling down back to the bottom. I’m offering my hand out to you, to aid you, to show you the reality of what happens when you get involved with this corporate bullshit… The fans cannot and will not aid you, once they see you in your moment of weaken, they will cast you out and leave you shunned away. There has been years of bad blood boiling between you and Gogz, add in the simple fact you two have never even been in a match, and you have more than enough reason to put you two against each other… But since you keep complaining like a pussy, you are ignoring the fact your losing your chance at redemption to a god damn wigger. You think that if you quit that any other company will treat you differently? You think Vince McMahon and Triple H will let you parade around in WWE? You think Jeff Jarret and Dixie Carter will bow at your feet in TNA? If you ask me, you’re the pathetic one… Quit bitching about how the company keeps fucking you over, quit bitching about how they are mistreating the low life employees who pick up our filth for a living. It’s life, get the hell over it. People are dicks, corporations fuck you over, it’s how America functions… So quit crying about how much “injustice” Tara received from her beat down, face it, the fucking cunt got what she deserved… And quit whining like a fucking bitch and finally act like a man… And not a corporate goody boy mascot… |
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| Phenetic | May 22 2010, 12:48 AM Post #3 |
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Killed BQ
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Nah, Nah, Nah. Say it isn’t so. Colossus, there are rumors spreading around about a certain meeting with the board. Tell me they aren’t true, for if they are I will be crushed. I had a soft spot for Miss Shannon, I always will. My debut match was against her and at no time did she treat me with disrespect. She could have gone the route that most would have, look me up and down, figure I am green and think they already have the match won. But no, she turned to me and said “let’s go out there and put on a show”. What would you know, we went out there and I have yet to look back. It crushed me what Sex N Violence did to her. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about the pain they caused her. Yourself and Miss Shannon are the only two… That’s right. The only two people I can turn to on this roster to look for advice. It was only two weeks ago that I threatened the same actions. But let me ask you one question Colossus, who was it that was there to reason with me? Who was it who put everything into perspective for me? Who was it who threw my god damn whiskey flask out the cab window and said… “You will feed Phens ego” And you know what, it took me a couple of days to realise it. But you were right. So what now? Are you going to give the advice but not take it yourself? Aren’t Sex N Violence’s egos already big enough? Nah, nah, nah. I can already here the cries now, “We got rid of Colossus”. I know you are right about how the talent is treated by the board of directors. They don’t give a shit about you unless you are making their pockets green. It’s damn true and I have learned this from the bottom up. 8 months ago they wouldn't have even spoken a word to me, now I think they may actually know my name. But what ever happened to good? You talked with me about regret, well let me ask you this. Are you going to regret walking away and letting Gogz, Murdoch and Halo win? Let them to continue on their way and injure any talent they like. I’ll take it one step further, are you going to regret not standing up to decisions made by the board of directors? Or are you happy to let the devastation they cause continue? Was not only a few nights ago we talked about how many people have been deemed worthless by the board and then fired. And last, but by no means least. Are you going to regret leaving the fans without Colossus? Every single one of them, you know the guys. Your music hits and a roar can be heard from behind the curtain. You stroll down to the ring soaking in their admiration. You climb up onto the turnbuckle to a roar of approval. Those people. The people that come to see good prevail. When that figure stares back at you from the mirror. Will you regret abandoning them? The fans made us. Don’t they atleast get to see good prevail. So I have a better idea. We gather up the good and we go to town on the evil. For Miss Shannon (Chain chuckles a bit.) It will be... A Colossal Reaction. |
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