Post by Jeremy Starling on Oct 7, 2016 22:45:34 GMT -5
The scene opens with Jeremy in a nice and expensive Armani on the phone.
”Your plans have failed, boy. She is still with your sister.”
”Relax, I know what I’m doing. A setback was gonna happen. The two are simply too attached to each other.”
“You don’t have any concept of who you’re dealing with.”
”Creepy guy who has so much time on his hands that he would rather bug me rather than focus on the task he supposedly has that has only a tertiary connection to my plans. I know exactly who you are, but you don’t seem to know a thing about me. You will very soon though.”
”Just don’t play a game you aren’t old enough for. You won’t be around long enough to drink legally if you keep this up.”
”If you’re gonna threaten someone, do it with class. At least then you can show something that they will never have.”
Jeremy hangs up the phone and turns around in the posh penthouse to see Giovanna Mancini with a glass of wine. She smiles at him as he turns to her and picks up a second glass, taking a seat next to her.
”Now then,” he clinks her glass with his. “Where were we?”
“Telling me how much I deserve to have that title around my waist and how much you want to be in its place.
”Sounds right. But you know, I’m going to be taking a title home with me after my little match. After I get rid of few posers and thots that think they’re ever gonna be anything in this business or in life.”
“That’s the kind of talk I like to hear.”
She wraps her arms around him and pulls him into a kiss.
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I am Jeremy Starling. Get used to hearing that name because when it’s not the one being announced as a winner, it will be the one your girl will be screaming, even if she’s some les-boring lover. There isn’t anyone in this company with a mind as sharp, a wit as quick and a body as fine as mine. So every person, if they can even qualify as that, in this battle royal that doesn’t want to be embarrassed should just back out now. No one could possibly think any less of any of you anyway so you aren’t missing out on anything. And everyone who shows up at that battle royal, well you’re going to be the very first to experience Living Greatness and the first to bow to the superior being. Because being born better means none of you compare to me. Ever.
”Your plans have failed, boy. She is still with your sister.”
”Relax, I know what I’m doing. A setback was gonna happen. The two are simply too attached to each other.”
“You don’t have any concept of who you’re dealing with.”
”Creepy guy who has so much time on his hands that he would rather bug me rather than focus on the task he supposedly has that has only a tertiary connection to my plans. I know exactly who you are, but you don’t seem to know a thing about me. You will very soon though.”
”Just don’t play a game you aren’t old enough for. You won’t be around long enough to drink legally if you keep this up.”
”If you’re gonna threaten someone, do it with class. At least then you can show something that they will never have.”
Jeremy hangs up the phone and turns around in the posh penthouse to see Giovanna Mancini with a glass of wine. She smiles at him as he turns to her and picks up a second glass, taking a seat next to her.
”Now then,” he clinks her glass with his. “Where were we?”
“Telling me how much I deserve to have that title around my waist and how much you want to be in its place.
”Sounds right. But you know, I’m going to be taking a title home with me after my little match. After I get rid of few posers and thots that think they’re ever gonna be anything in this business or in life.”
“That’s the kind of talk I like to hear.”
She wraps her arms around him and pulls him into a kiss.
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I am Jeremy Starling. Get used to hearing that name because when it’s not the one being announced as a winner, it will be the one your girl will be screaming, even if she’s some les-boring lover. There isn’t anyone in this company with a mind as sharp, a wit as quick and a body as fine as mine. So every person, if they can even qualify as that, in this battle royal that doesn’t want to be embarrassed should just back out now. No one could possibly think any less of any of you anyway so you aren’t missing out on anything. And everyone who shows up at that battle royal, well you’re going to be the very first to experience Living Greatness and the first to bow to the superior being. Because being born better means none of you compare to me. Ever.
