PAY ATTENTION FOLKS... It’s time that the most talented faction in this company got the RESPECT it deserves...
Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2021 6:53 pm
***The scene opens on the veranda of a spacious and pristine Southern California suite. The camera pans over the sun-crested skyline of palm trees and expensive architecture and settles on the glistening waters of the suite’s luxurious swimming pool, complete with a swim-up bar and a rock-studded waterfall. As the camera settles, a ridiculously handsome olive-skinned man in a suit and sunglasses walks casually into frame. He flashes a megawatt smile and removes his sunglasses to reveal... former iNCW and PWA creative (whether they are willing to admit it or not!)... Cory Carnes. The PROFESSIONAL SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT WRITER winks at the camera and tries to smoothly slide his sunglasses into the breast pocket of his suit... only to miss and shoot them straight into the deep end of the swimming pool. He doesn’t notice.***
CARNES: “Well well well... I guess the old saying is true. The cream always rises. Just when you think you’ve seen the last of your unsung hero, he shows back up again to save the day. And not a moment too soon.”
***Carnes adjusts a gaudy diamond encrusted gold watch around his thin and supple wrist.***
CARNES: “The last time you saw your hero, I was having my hand raised in the iNCW Arena, having bested all odds and won the prestigious NWC World Title from that blue-blooded brown-eye Brawler Beckett. I had overcome incredible odds to ascend to the tippy top of the SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT mountain. But alas... it was not to be. Damion Black couldn’t handle the idea of a true creative genius like me being handed the keys to his kingdom... so he used his boardroom stroke to expunge my win from the record book. In his own words... “It never happened.”
***Carnes frowns and shakes his head as an intense look of anger crosses his face... but then he takes a deep breath and he smooths his luscious hair. He flashes an extremely fake smile and continues.***
CARNES: “But it’s fine... it’s fine, it’s fine it’s fine. Every time a door closes in your face a window somewhere else opens. And as it turns out, showing up on iNCW got me some badly needed face time with a group of Grade-A SUPERSTARS who just so happened to appreciate the skills and abilities that I brought to the table. SO... while KB Kronic and Damion Black couldn’t see past their queen-sized egos to give me a job... one group of individuals with their heads screwed on straight DID. And let me tell you something ladies and gentlemen... now that the hottest creative free agent in SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT is in PWA... your little wrasslin’ promotion will never, ever be the same.”
***Carnes smiles and rubs his hands together.***
CARNES: “But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m not here on the behest of PWA. I’m not here for any of those wannabes in the locker room or the loser fans in the PWA Armada. I’ve been hired for one reason and one reason only. I’m here to ensure that my under-appreciated but highly deserving CLIENTS get the representation that they are due.”
***Carnes straightens his tie and clears his throat.***
CARNES: “Alright, time to get this show on the road. Ladies and gentlemen... and I use that term extremely loosely... my name, is Cory Carnes. I am a PROFESSIONAL WRITER with decades of experience working with the best of the best of the best in this industry. So you can believe me when I tell you that you... are in the presence of greatness in PWA. And no, I’m not talking about myself. I am but a humble vessel. An advocate. A spokesperson... for the greatest collective of in-ring competitors in this or any other company. Greatness KNOWS greatness... and my services have been acquired THE four most magnetic, athletic, charismatic, and accomplished individuals in PWA. From this day forward... have the honor... the privilege... the stoic responsibility of being the the bard that relays to you, the unwashed masses, the heroic tale of greatness that is... the ballad of A... M... X!”
***The camera pans back, and Johnny Ecks, Mj1, and The Samoan Storm stride into frame, flanking Carnes. Ecks crosses his arms and flashes a brilliant smile. Mj1 mock-polishes his PWA Light Heavyweight Championship. Tama and Tolofa bump fists and glare at the camera.***
CARNES: “Ladies and gentlemen... feast your eyes on the glory that is before you. These men. These WARRIORS... are the past, present and FUTURE of this industry. Their resumes speak for themselves. The Heartthrob Kid, Johnathon Eckstrom... a 20 year decorated veteran of the sport and the ONCE AND FUTURE NWC Champion. The Mysterious Jai-1. The high-flying master of the stratosphere. The originator of the deadliest three letters in SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT... and YOUR Light Heavyweight Champion. Tama and Tolofa Storm... the most savage, vicious, bone-breaking, widow-making tag team this or any other organization has ever seen.”
***Carnes steps back and holds his arms wide, admiring the majesty of the gathered force before him.***
CARNES: “Ladies and gentlemen... you don’t need me to tell you that these four ATHLETES are in a class by themselves. Their resume proves that ten times over. I’m simply here to give these immeasurable talents the platform that they have been so cruelly denied here in PWA for far too long. AMX has been, is, and will continue to be THE faction to beat in PWA. Whether that means singles success, tag team championships, or six-man glory... get used to hearing the names of these men. These GODS of the squares circle. And get used to seeing MY smiling face singing their praises. Because they deserve NOTHING LESS than your complete and utter attention. Why? Because they are AMX... the only three letters in PWA that matter.”
***Ecks steps forward and puts a hand on Carnes’ shoulder.***
ECKS: “And don’t you forget it B. Whether you all wanna admit it or not... we’re the ones in PWA who are in charge. We make the rules, and we set the standards. Ain’t NOBODY in that locker room that can tell us otherwise. My man Cory here knows what’s up... and it’s high time you all got onboard this train.”
Mj1: “All aboard yo!”
***Carnes slaps Mj1’s belt and grins.***
CARNES: “And if ya didn’t know, ya do now. PWA, AMX is coming for you!”
***The members of AMX mug for the camera as Cory Carnes bends down to fish his sunglasses out of the swimming pool. The scene fades to black.***
CARNES: “Well well well... I guess the old saying is true. The cream always rises. Just when you think you’ve seen the last of your unsung hero, he shows back up again to save the day. And not a moment too soon.”
***Carnes adjusts a gaudy diamond encrusted gold watch around his thin and supple wrist.***
CARNES: “The last time you saw your hero, I was having my hand raised in the iNCW Arena, having bested all odds and won the prestigious NWC World Title from that blue-blooded brown-eye Brawler Beckett. I had overcome incredible odds to ascend to the tippy top of the SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT mountain. But alas... it was not to be. Damion Black couldn’t handle the idea of a true creative genius like me being handed the keys to his kingdom... so he used his boardroom stroke to expunge my win from the record book. In his own words... “It never happened.”
***Carnes frowns and shakes his head as an intense look of anger crosses his face... but then he takes a deep breath and he smooths his luscious hair. He flashes an extremely fake smile and continues.***
CARNES: “But it’s fine... it’s fine, it’s fine it’s fine. Every time a door closes in your face a window somewhere else opens. And as it turns out, showing up on iNCW got me some badly needed face time with a group of Grade-A SUPERSTARS who just so happened to appreciate the skills and abilities that I brought to the table. SO... while KB Kronic and Damion Black couldn’t see past their queen-sized egos to give me a job... one group of individuals with their heads screwed on straight DID. And let me tell you something ladies and gentlemen... now that the hottest creative free agent in SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT is in PWA... your little wrasslin’ promotion will never, ever be the same.”
***Carnes smiles and rubs his hands together.***
CARNES: “But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m not here on the behest of PWA. I’m not here for any of those wannabes in the locker room or the loser fans in the PWA Armada. I’ve been hired for one reason and one reason only. I’m here to ensure that my under-appreciated but highly deserving CLIENTS get the representation that they are due.”
***Carnes straightens his tie and clears his throat.***
CARNES: “Alright, time to get this show on the road. Ladies and gentlemen... and I use that term extremely loosely... my name, is Cory Carnes. I am a PROFESSIONAL WRITER with decades of experience working with the best of the best of the best in this industry. So you can believe me when I tell you that you... are in the presence of greatness in PWA. And no, I’m not talking about myself. I am but a humble vessel. An advocate. A spokesperson... for the greatest collective of in-ring competitors in this or any other company. Greatness KNOWS greatness... and my services have been acquired THE four most magnetic, athletic, charismatic, and accomplished individuals in PWA. From this day forward... have the honor... the privilege... the stoic responsibility of being the the bard that relays to you, the unwashed masses, the heroic tale of greatness that is... the ballad of A... M... X!”
***The camera pans back, and Johnny Ecks, Mj1, and The Samoan Storm stride into frame, flanking Carnes. Ecks crosses his arms and flashes a brilliant smile. Mj1 mock-polishes his PWA Light Heavyweight Championship. Tama and Tolofa bump fists and glare at the camera.***
CARNES: “Ladies and gentlemen... feast your eyes on the glory that is before you. These men. These WARRIORS... are the past, present and FUTURE of this industry. Their resumes speak for themselves. The Heartthrob Kid, Johnathon Eckstrom... a 20 year decorated veteran of the sport and the ONCE AND FUTURE NWC Champion. The Mysterious Jai-1. The high-flying master of the stratosphere. The originator of the deadliest three letters in SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT... and YOUR Light Heavyweight Champion. Tama and Tolofa Storm... the most savage, vicious, bone-breaking, widow-making tag team this or any other organization has ever seen.”
***Carnes steps back and holds his arms wide, admiring the majesty of the gathered force before him.***
CARNES: “Ladies and gentlemen... you don’t need me to tell you that these four ATHLETES are in a class by themselves. Their resume proves that ten times over. I’m simply here to give these immeasurable talents the platform that they have been so cruelly denied here in PWA for far too long. AMX has been, is, and will continue to be THE faction to beat in PWA. Whether that means singles success, tag team championships, or six-man glory... get used to hearing the names of these men. These GODS of the squares circle. And get used to seeing MY smiling face singing their praises. Because they deserve NOTHING LESS than your complete and utter attention. Why? Because they are AMX... the only three letters in PWA that matter.”
***Ecks steps forward and puts a hand on Carnes’ shoulder.***
ECKS: “And don’t you forget it B. Whether you all wanna admit it or not... we’re the ones in PWA who are in charge. We make the rules, and we set the standards. Ain’t NOBODY in that locker room that can tell us otherwise. My man Cory here knows what’s up... and it’s high time you all got onboard this train.”
Mj1: “All aboard yo!”
***Carnes slaps Mj1’s belt and grins.***
CARNES: “And if ya didn’t know, ya do now. PWA, AMX is coming for you!”
***The members of AMX mug for the camera as Cory Carnes bends down to fish his sunglasses out of the swimming pool. The scene fades to black.***