Post by Zane Story on May 7, 2017 18:12:08 GMT -5
*The cameras open up in Calgary Alberta, the hustle and bustle of down town Calgary rushes around as the camera focus on a tall glass building. We quickly cut inside and see a young man sitting in a chair, his black motorcycle helmet sitting on the chair next to him. As the cameras focus in on him as you plays with the silver chain around his neck obviously waiting for someone. A young lady walks into frame; her pin striped skirt hugging her curvy hips and her white blouse accenting her average size breasts with her red bra peeking out of the folds of the shirt. She smiles at the young man.*
Secretary: Mr Rays will see you now.
Zane: Already seen you I guess.
*The ladies expression quickly turns to a glare as she adjusts her shirt, turns on her heels and walks back to her desk. Zane stands up and starts towards the room just past her desk. He stops after passing and takes a quick step back looking at her.*
Zane: You got a little white stuff on the corner of your mouth. Just saying.
* The lady quickly wipes her mouth and Zane smirks walking into the room. A man in a gray business suit and a red tie stands up and walks out from behind the desk. As he comes from behind the desk you notice that his zipper is wide open. This once again brings a smile to Zane's face as he motions for him to do up his fly. The guy turns quickly away from the cameras and zips his fly up. He turns back with an awkward smile.*
Zane: Doug.
Doug: Zane. How are you?
Zane: Not as good as you I see.
*Doug's looks towards the camera and shrugs.*
Doug: Still documenting everything?
Zane: Yeah. So any word from any of the federations?
Doug: Like I told you last week, no one has gotten back to me.
*Zane sits down and puts his feet up on the man’s desk*
Zane: Really?
Doug: Please take a seat. No kid, no one has gotten back to me.
*Doug walks around and sits behind the desk looking at Zane.*
Zane: Is that so.
Doug: Yes.
*Zane grabs a piece of paper out of his back pocket and tosses it on the table.*
Zane: Then why am I on two waiting lists to get into two federations. Two High quality federations?
Doug: I... How...
* Zane drops his feet off the desk and sits forward.*
Zane: It’s called work. You see instead of sitting her getting you rocks off with your secretary, I’ve been out looking for federations. Something that you, as my god damn Agent are suppose to be doing for me.
Doug: Don’t you raise your voice to me you snot nosed little prick.
*Zane smirks.*
Zane: Or what?
Doug: I’ll teach you the lessons your daddy should have taught you a long time ago.
Zane: You think so? One day we will find out, but until then do the fucking job your paid to do and we won’t have any issues.
Doug: You mean the job your mother and father pay me to do.
*Doug glares at the young kid trying to get some sort of reaction out of him.*
Zane: Sure, we will go with that.
Doug: What do you know about these feds?
*Doug picks up the papers and starts looking them over.*
Zane: I know that the best shot at a roster spot in the WCG. A bunch of talent-less pieces of shit down there from what I can see. I mean there is the odd diamond like in every federations but the WCG is like a giant cesspool of inbreed morons.
Doug: So why not go for the RW roster?
Zane: I thought you where smart.
Doug: Huh?
*Zane shakes his head.*
Zane: I need to get noticed, might as well work off the rust while I’m waiting for my spot in the RW. Get a few wins under my belt and show the owner and GM what I can do.
Doug: I’ll get in contact with them. Looks like the WCG has a waiting list as well though.
*Zane smiles.*
Zane: That’s why you are going to get me front row tickets to the next event.
Doug: Oh am I?
Zane: Yeah, or I call up Nancy and tell her about your little secretary.
Doug: I’m not spending any of my money on... What are you doing?
*Zane holds his phone up to his ear and holds a finger up to quiet doug.*
Zane: Its ringing. Hello.... Oh Nancy how’s it going?
Doug: You are so full of shit.
Zane: Just sitting in your husband’s office. I seen the strangest thing though, i thought you would want to know... Doug’s Secretary...
Doug: Ok. I’ll get you the tickets. Just shut up.
*Zane smirks.*
Zane: She had these crazy heels on. They were bright green. Totally didn’t match her outfit. Kids these days eh? Anyway Nancy, it looks like Doug just got off the phone. He was working super hard on getting me into a federation... yes I will keep you updated. You too dear...
Doug: You are as manipulative as your mother.
*Zane’s smile quickly turns to a glare as he hangs up the phone. His hand shoots out and grabs Doug’s ties yanking it hard pulling him forward he slinks in the chair and places a foot on Doug’s chest tightening the tie.*
Zane: You ever speak about my family like that again you will have more problems that you know what to do with. Get me those fucking tickets.
Doug: OOOKKK!!!
*Zane lets go of the tie and gets up.*
Zane: You get me on that roster and my lips stay sealed. You don’t and well... my lips will be looser then the slut in your front office.
*Zane walks out as Doug grumbles something. He makes a motion to cut the tape and the cameras cut out.*
6:30 pm
Calgary Alberta
Zane Story’s Backyard
*The cameras open up in Zane Story’s backyard, he is sitting on the back deck with his feet up enjoying the sunshine. He is in a pair of baggy board shorts and a pair of Oakley Flak jacket Sunglasses. With a sigh he looks at the camera and smiles.*
Zane: Since I plan on spamming this everywhere the WCG and the RW and any other potential feds can see it, might as well say hi to them all. Hello, my name is Zane Story. That’s all you fuckers need to know. I’m currently on the waiting list to get into two federations run by the same guy. The RW looks to be the real deal but I’m assuming that I will get a roster spot in the WCG first, kinda like playing hockey in the minors before getting called up to the big leagues. Lets face it even the Great one had to play junior. That I can accept, what I can’t accept is the so called talent in the WCG.
*Zane reaches over and grabs his beer off the table beside him taking a quick swig he shakes his head.*
Zane: I mean let’s face it, we don’t really have the cream of the crop in the WCG. I know most of people will come in here and go straight after the champion but to be honest I think holding that WCG championship is more of a black mark on your record then an accomplishment. I mean let’s take a quick look at some of the people on the roster. Most of which are not ever worth speaking about so to hell with most of the twat waffles. Jess Hardy seems like she has some talent, not that it’s hard to show you have talent with people like ruby rose, Gunner Wahl and Tornado whatever the hell his name is. I mean honestly guys, come on. The reason that jess Hardy might be better than them is because of that Adams Apples she has. I think that’s an unfair advantage. It’s like an illegal weapon or something.
*Zane shutters*
Zane: Then you got Danni from the Block. I’m still I’m still Danni from the block. She use to have a little now she... still has nothing. Guess Danni LeBlance isn’t as successful as Jenny. I mean come on people. I understand why Devlin started out the WCG to have the special needs kids a place to go and feel important. Everyone is a winner there is no losers, he even made the WCG a title to make them feel even more special. That brings me to the Champion. Like I said I don’t have much to say about this guy. As far as I’m concerned he can keep that pathetic little piece of tin. I want the real gold in the RW. If that means I have to wade through all these shitheads then so be it. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wash the stench off of myself once I get called up to the RW.
*Zane takes another few sips of his beer before taking his shades off and looking into the camera.*
Zane: WCG, RW whichever federation i get brought into... Get ready to see some real talent for a change. I’m sorry that you guys have had to watch nothing but talent-less shows and useless segments. I’m sorry I didn’t apply sooner and I’m sorry to all the mindless drones that have come to love some of these morons. I intend to destroy each and every one of them until I get pulled to the RW, then I will walk through the RW roster and place my sexy ass as the face of the company. Get ready for some Insane Zane!
*Zane reaches over and pushes the button the the cameras cutting it to black.*
Secretary: Mr Rays will see you now.
Zane: Already seen you I guess.
*The ladies expression quickly turns to a glare as she adjusts her shirt, turns on her heels and walks back to her desk. Zane stands up and starts towards the room just past her desk. He stops after passing and takes a quick step back looking at her.*
Zane: You got a little white stuff on the corner of your mouth. Just saying.
* The lady quickly wipes her mouth and Zane smirks walking into the room. A man in a gray business suit and a red tie stands up and walks out from behind the desk. As he comes from behind the desk you notice that his zipper is wide open. This once again brings a smile to Zane's face as he motions for him to do up his fly. The guy turns quickly away from the cameras and zips his fly up. He turns back with an awkward smile.*
Zane: Doug.
Doug: Zane. How are you?
Zane: Not as good as you I see.
*Doug's looks towards the camera and shrugs.*
Doug: Still documenting everything?
Zane: Yeah. So any word from any of the federations?
Doug: Like I told you last week, no one has gotten back to me.
*Zane sits down and puts his feet up on the man’s desk*
Zane: Really?
Doug: Please take a seat. No kid, no one has gotten back to me.
*Doug walks around and sits behind the desk looking at Zane.*
Zane: Is that so.
Doug: Yes.
*Zane grabs a piece of paper out of his back pocket and tosses it on the table.*
Zane: Then why am I on two waiting lists to get into two federations. Two High quality federations?
Doug: I... How...
* Zane drops his feet off the desk and sits forward.*
Zane: It’s called work. You see instead of sitting her getting you rocks off with your secretary, I’ve been out looking for federations. Something that you, as my god damn Agent are suppose to be doing for me.
Doug: Don’t you raise your voice to me you snot nosed little prick.
*Zane smirks.*
Zane: Or what?
Doug: I’ll teach you the lessons your daddy should have taught you a long time ago.
Zane: You think so? One day we will find out, but until then do the fucking job your paid to do and we won’t have any issues.
Doug: You mean the job your mother and father pay me to do.
*Doug glares at the young kid trying to get some sort of reaction out of him.*
Zane: Sure, we will go with that.
Doug: What do you know about these feds?
*Doug picks up the papers and starts looking them over.*
Zane: I know that the best shot at a roster spot in the WCG. A bunch of talent-less pieces of shit down there from what I can see. I mean there is the odd diamond like in every federations but the WCG is like a giant cesspool of inbreed morons.
Doug: So why not go for the RW roster?
Zane: I thought you where smart.
Doug: Huh?
*Zane shakes his head.*
Zane: I need to get noticed, might as well work off the rust while I’m waiting for my spot in the RW. Get a few wins under my belt and show the owner and GM what I can do.
Doug: I’ll get in contact with them. Looks like the WCG has a waiting list as well though.
*Zane smiles.*
Zane: That’s why you are going to get me front row tickets to the next event.
Doug: Oh am I?
Zane: Yeah, or I call up Nancy and tell her about your little secretary.
Doug: I’m not spending any of my money on... What are you doing?
*Zane holds his phone up to his ear and holds a finger up to quiet doug.*
Zane: Its ringing. Hello.... Oh Nancy how’s it going?
Doug: You are so full of shit.
Zane: Just sitting in your husband’s office. I seen the strangest thing though, i thought you would want to know... Doug’s Secretary...
Doug: Ok. I’ll get you the tickets. Just shut up.
*Zane smirks.*
Zane: She had these crazy heels on. They were bright green. Totally didn’t match her outfit. Kids these days eh? Anyway Nancy, it looks like Doug just got off the phone. He was working super hard on getting me into a federation... yes I will keep you updated. You too dear...
Doug: You are as manipulative as your mother.
*Zane’s smile quickly turns to a glare as he hangs up the phone. His hand shoots out and grabs Doug’s ties yanking it hard pulling him forward he slinks in the chair and places a foot on Doug’s chest tightening the tie.*
Zane: You ever speak about my family like that again you will have more problems that you know what to do with. Get me those fucking tickets.
Doug: OOOKKK!!!
*Zane lets go of the tie and gets up.*
Zane: You get me on that roster and my lips stay sealed. You don’t and well... my lips will be looser then the slut in your front office.
*Zane walks out as Doug grumbles something. He makes a motion to cut the tape and the cameras cut out.*
6:30 pm
Calgary Alberta
Zane Story’s Backyard
*The cameras open up in Zane Story’s backyard, he is sitting on the back deck with his feet up enjoying the sunshine. He is in a pair of baggy board shorts and a pair of Oakley Flak jacket Sunglasses. With a sigh he looks at the camera and smiles.*
Zane: Since I plan on spamming this everywhere the WCG and the RW and any other potential feds can see it, might as well say hi to them all. Hello, my name is Zane Story. That’s all you fuckers need to know. I’m currently on the waiting list to get into two federations run by the same guy. The RW looks to be the real deal but I’m assuming that I will get a roster spot in the WCG first, kinda like playing hockey in the minors before getting called up to the big leagues. Lets face it even the Great one had to play junior. That I can accept, what I can’t accept is the so called talent in the WCG.
*Zane reaches over and grabs his beer off the table beside him taking a quick swig he shakes his head.*
Zane: I mean let’s face it, we don’t really have the cream of the crop in the WCG. I know most of people will come in here and go straight after the champion but to be honest I think holding that WCG championship is more of a black mark on your record then an accomplishment. I mean let’s take a quick look at some of the people on the roster. Most of which are not ever worth speaking about so to hell with most of the twat waffles. Jess Hardy seems like she has some talent, not that it’s hard to show you have talent with people like ruby rose, Gunner Wahl and Tornado whatever the hell his name is. I mean honestly guys, come on. The reason that jess Hardy might be better than them is because of that Adams Apples she has. I think that’s an unfair advantage. It’s like an illegal weapon or something.
*Zane shutters*
Zane: Then you got Danni from the Block. I’m still I’m still Danni from the block. She use to have a little now she... still has nothing. Guess Danni LeBlance isn’t as successful as Jenny. I mean come on people. I understand why Devlin started out the WCG to have the special needs kids a place to go and feel important. Everyone is a winner there is no losers, he even made the WCG a title to make them feel even more special. That brings me to the Champion. Like I said I don’t have much to say about this guy. As far as I’m concerned he can keep that pathetic little piece of tin. I want the real gold in the RW. If that means I have to wade through all these shitheads then so be it. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wash the stench off of myself once I get called up to the RW.
*Zane takes another few sips of his beer before taking his shades off and looking into the camera.*
Zane: WCG, RW whichever federation i get brought into... Get ready to see some real talent for a change. I’m sorry that you guys have had to watch nothing but talent-less shows and useless segments. I’m sorry I didn’t apply sooner and I’m sorry to all the mindless drones that have come to love some of these morons. I intend to destroy each and every one of them until I get pulled to the RW, then I will walk through the RW roster and place my sexy ass as the face of the company. Get ready for some Insane Zane!
*Zane reaches over and pushes the button the the cameras cutting it to black.*