Post by C.J. Lorson on Oct 14, 2017 20:35:35 GMT -5
FADE IN
INT. MOSCONE CENTER – DAY
DATE: THURSDAY, OCTOBER 12
The Moscone Center is abuzz with a throng of people moving in all directions, eager to meet their favorite WCG stars. Amid said crowd, CJ Lorson makes his way toward the booth where he’s meant to do his meet and greet for the day. He surveys the crowd and waves at a few people who happen to spot him, all the while a smile on his face.
“This is what this business is all about…”
CJ motions with his hands to all the people swarming the area.
“These people right here. This is why every single one of us–whether some of us want to admit it or not; this is why we got into this business. This is why I got into this business.”
CJ shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, for them and for my family like I’ve said a few times before. Like my family is for me, these people are the lifeblood of our sport. If not for them, we wouldn’t be here.”
He holds a hand up and gives a bit of a shrug.
“If not for these fans coming to events like this; like the Squared Circle Con, none of us would be here, none of us would be in that ring working to entertain each and every one of them. But you know…”
Suddenly, a dejected look starts to form on CJ’s face. His shoulders drop slightly and he lets out a sigh. He stops walking and moves out of the way of the traffic for other people to walk by undisturbed.
“…I can’t help but to feel like I haven’t been holding up my end of the bargain. Not for my family…and not for my fans. The fans come to these events expecting a spectacle, expecting great matches. And while I am capable of giving them that, at the end of the day it doesn’t mean much when you come out on the losing end.”
CJ gives a sideways nod and raises an eyebrow.
“And you know, Izzy, maybe you’re right. This match could very well be ‘make-or-break’ for me. As you said, a win against you could mean big things for me. A loss for me would likely just continue the downward spiral I’ve seemingly been on. A loss for you would just be chalked up to inexperience. Granted, the same could be said for me, but with the four other losses on my win-loss, I’m sure there are some naysayers out there who will point and show how it was inevitable.”
He winces at that thought; the realization of that clearly stinging knowing it’s actually true.
“Izzy, I’m not going to stand here and say you got lucky last time you beat me. You’ve got me all wrong there. That’s a bit presumptuous on your part, wouldn’t you say?”
CJ holds his arms out and gives a bit of a shrug and a tilt of the head.
“No, I’m not going to stand here and say you don’t deserve the success you’ve gotten or that you’re not capable of continuing that trend of success. You’re more than capable, more than deserving. Just like every last one of us in WCG, you’ve worked your ass off to get where you are and while it may not be where you want to be, just give it time.”
Another shrug from CJ, this time seemingly conceding to something.
“You might be asking, ‘shouldn’t you be following your own advice, CJ?’ Maybe. Maybe I’m just as capable of getting things done for myself and making a name for myself in the business. Maybe I am capable of getting to the top of the heap and getting the South Bay Championship at some point in time. Maybe…”
His voice trails off and he gets a faraway look in his eyes as he looks away from the camera. He shakes off the thought and turns his attention back to us.
“All I know is right now I have a major challenge ahead of me against Izzy Roxx. Like you said; this is my match to lose. This is my opportunity to let slip out of my grasp. You don’t have quite as much to lose as I do. That’s completely true.”
He wags an index finger toward the camera, now a somewhat determined look appearing on his face.
“But you know what, I welcome the challenge. I welcome those odds. You see, growing up I was always taught batting 1,000 isn’t impossible. Is it difficult? Hell yes, it is. Is it going to take a lot of work? Absolutely. Like you said, Izzy; the pressure’s on. It’s all square on my shoulders. You wanna know what my excuse is gonna be if I lose?”
CJ furrows his lip and shakes his head.
“There won’t be one. The fact is, if I do lose this match, that’s just the way it was meant to be. If you win this match, hey, congrats. I won’t have a single excuse because I wasn’t raised that way. In my family we never made excuses for anything. My parents were some of the hardest workers I’ve ever known and if I didn’t show the same? I might as well not even consider myself a part of the family. We fought and worked our asses off for everything we ever had and I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop doing that now.”
CJ glances around the room at all the fans in attendance at #C2Con and scans the area for the booth where he’s meant to do his meet and greet. He spots it and points toward it with a nod before returning his attention to the camera.
“So, Izzy, best of luck to you. I mean that. Not for any pretentious, pseudo-macho reason, but genuinely; good luck. You might not have as much as I do riding on this, but regardless, this is going to be a big challenge for the both of us. I’d expect nothing less than for you to bring all you’ve got just like you did last time. And you know I’m going to do the same. So, I’ll see you out there, eh?”
He gives a nod and a salute toward the camera before turning his attention back to the booth where there are a few fans waiting in line to meet him. He cups his hands around his mouth and gives a “What’s up, everybody!” and the few people who are there cheer as loud as they can. He makes his way behind the table and motions for the first in line to step up for an autograph and anything else as we…
FADE OUT
INT. MOSCONE CENTER – DAY
DATE: THURSDAY, OCTOBER 12
The Moscone Center is abuzz with a throng of people moving in all directions, eager to meet their favorite WCG stars. Amid said crowd, CJ Lorson makes his way toward the booth where he’s meant to do his meet and greet for the day. He surveys the crowd and waves at a few people who happen to spot him, all the while a smile on his face.
“This is what this business is all about…”
CJ motions with his hands to all the people swarming the area.
“These people right here. This is why every single one of us–whether some of us want to admit it or not; this is why we got into this business. This is why I got into this business.”
CJ shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, for them and for my family like I’ve said a few times before. Like my family is for me, these people are the lifeblood of our sport. If not for them, we wouldn’t be here.”
He holds a hand up and gives a bit of a shrug.
“If not for these fans coming to events like this; like the Squared Circle Con, none of us would be here, none of us would be in that ring working to entertain each and every one of them. But you know…”
Suddenly, a dejected look starts to form on CJ’s face. His shoulders drop slightly and he lets out a sigh. He stops walking and moves out of the way of the traffic for other people to walk by undisturbed.
“…I can’t help but to feel like I haven’t been holding up my end of the bargain. Not for my family…and not for my fans. The fans come to these events expecting a spectacle, expecting great matches. And while I am capable of giving them that, at the end of the day it doesn’t mean much when you come out on the losing end.”
CJ gives a sideways nod and raises an eyebrow.
“And you know, Izzy, maybe you’re right. This match could very well be ‘make-or-break’ for me. As you said, a win against you could mean big things for me. A loss for me would likely just continue the downward spiral I’ve seemingly been on. A loss for you would just be chalked up to inexperience. Granted, the same could be said for me, but with the four other losses on my win-loss, I’m sure there are some naysayers out there who will point and show how it was inevitable.”
He winces at that thought; the realization of that clearly stinging knowing it’s actually true.
“Izzy, I’m not going to stand here and say you got lucky last time you beat me. You’ve got me all wrong there. That’s a bit presumptuous on your part, wouldn’t you say?”
CJ holds his arms out and gives a bit of a shrug and a tilt of the head.
“No, I’m not going to stand here and say you don’t deserve the success you’ve gotten or that you’re not capable of continuing that trend of success. You’re more than capable, more than deserving. Just like every last one of us in WCG, you’ve worked your ass off to get where you are and while it may not be where you want to be, just give it time.”
Another shrug from CJ, this time seemingly conceding to something.
“You might be asking, ‘shouldn’t you be following your own advice, CJ?’ Maybe. Maybe I’m just as capable of getting things done for myself and making a name for myself in the business. Maybe I am capable of getting to the top of the heap and getting the South Bay Championship at some point in time. Maybe…”
His voice trails off and he gets a faraway look in his eyes as he looks away from the camera. He shakes off the thought and turns his attention back to us.
“All I know is right now I have a major challenge ahead of me against Izzy Roxx. Like you said; this is my match to lose. This is my opportunity to let slip out of my grasp. You don’t have quite as much to lose as I do. That’s completely true.”
He wags an index finger toward the camera, now a somewhat determined look appearing on his face.
“But you know what, I welcome the challenge. I welcome those odds. You see, growing up I was always taught batting 1,000 isn’t impossible. Is it difficult? Hell yes, it is. Is it going to take a lot of work? Absolutely. Like you said, Izzy; the pressure’s on. It’s all square on my shoulders. You wanna know what my excuse is gonna be if I lose?”
CJ furrows his lip and shakes his head.
“There won’t be one. The fact is, if I do lose this match, that’s just the way it was meant to be. If you win this match, hey, congrats. I won’t have a single excuse because I wasn’t raised that way. In my family we never made excuses for anything. My parents were some of the hardest workers I’ve ever known and if I didn’t show the same? I might as well not even consider myself a part of the family. We fought and worked our asses off for everything we ever had and I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop doing that now.”
CJ glances around the room at all the fans in attendance at #C2Con and scans the area for the booth where he’s meant to do his meet and greet. He spots it and points toward it with a nod before returning his attention to the camera.
“So, Izzy, best of luck to you. I mean that. Not for any pretentious, pseudo-macho reason, but genuinely; good luck. You might not have as much as I do riding on this, but regardless, this is going to be a big challenge for the both of us. I’d expect nothing less than for you to bring all you’ve got just like you did last time. And you know I’m going to do the same. So, I’ll see you out there, eh?”
He gives a nod and a salute toward the camera before turning his attention back to the booth where there are a few fans waiting in line to meet him. He cups his hands around his mouth and gives a “What’s up, everybody!” and the few people who are there cheer as loud as they can. He makes his way behind the table and motions for the first in line to step up for an autograph and anything else as we…
FADE OUT