BenKilledThePromQueen
10-11-2004, 03:01 AM
RP For Seth Cagne vs. T A Max
Seth Cagne is slowly slipping into a “Wilson” brand Ice Bath in his $250,000 house on the Miami Coast. Well not exactly HIS house, more like his Fathers house. His Father owns 75% of a film company named “20th Century Fox”.
Seth: (Breathing deeply) WHOA, its cold, its very cold. Ok man, calm down. If you want to get anywhere in this business you need to be prepared. (More deep breathing)
He sets the egg timer on the small table to his left to 30 minutes. He grabs a small black Sony Remote from the shelf above the tub. For a few minutes he searches amongst the 30 odd buttons until he finds a red one with the words “AV” underneath it. Suddenly the wall slides up revealing a wide screen Television with flashing images of T A Max in the wrestling ring
Seth: OK. Now, I have to watch him, study him, I have to be him. I have to find his weaknesses. I HAVE TO BEAT HIM! (He grabs a large piece of ice and crushes it in his hand like a piece of chalk. More deep breathing) OK, calm down. I have to relax, I need to watch carefully, I need to see every weakness, every flaw and every match that T A Max has been in.
He picks up a piece soggy paper from the small table, trying to dry it, but stops seeing as his wet hands are only making the matter worse. He is carefully reading the paper and studying the tape.
Seth: (mumbling the list of moves that T A Max uses) Ok, Super kick: needs legs. DDT: needs to stand. Power Bomb: All weight resting on legs. Hey, I’m starting to see something here. If T A Max needs his legs in most of his moves, then I work on his legs! I’ve done it, I have found his weakness!
The Door swings open and a man in a suit and tie walks in holding a mobile phone. Seth Picks up a small bit of ice, thrusting it at the butler. The Butler quickly puts down the telephone and runs out of the door just in time to miss a 4” rock aimed at his baldhead.
Seth: (Picking up the phone) “Hello? Hello? Oh hey Mickey, how’s the investigating going?” (Short silence) “WHAT!!!! What do you mean you cant find a weakness, there HAS to be a weakness”. (Short silence) “No old injuries? No phobias? Is there anything you found on T A Max?” (Longer Silence) “Well im sorry to say it my… good friend… but YOUR FIRED!
He hangs up the phone and slams it onto the small table. A small light goes off inside his head. He picks up the phone and dials a few numbers. After a while a man’s voicemail can be heard from the small speakers of the Motorola C550. “Hey, This is Totally Awesome Max. You’ve reached my voicemail, just leave a message after the beep”
Seth: (Talking into the phone) “Well T A Max, as far as I know you are in perfect health. But don’t expect this to be the case after our match. This will be a night you will never forget” (hangs up the phone)
Seth Cagne is slowly slipping into a “Wilson” brand Ice Bath in his $250,000 house on the Miami Coast. Well not exactly HIS house, more like his Fathers house. His Father owns 75% of a film company named “20th Century Fox”.
Seth: (Breathing deeply) WHOA, its cold, its very cold. Ok man, calm down. If you want to get anywhere in this business you need to be prepared. (More deep breathing)
He sets the egg timer on the small table to his left to 30 minutes. He grabs a small black Sony Remote from the shelf above the tub. For a few minutes he searches amongst the 30 odd buttons until he finds a red one with the words “AV” underneath it. Suddenly the wall slides up revealing a wide screen Television with flashing images of T A Max in the wrestling ring
Seth: OK. Now, I have to watch him, study him, I have to be him. I have to find his weaknesses. I HAVE TO BEAT HIM! (He grabs a large piece of ice and crushes it in his hand like a piece of chalk. More deep breathing) OK, calm down. I have to relax, I need to watch carefully, I need to see every weakness, every flaw and every match that T A Max has been in.
He picks up a piece soggy paper from the small table, trying to dry it, but stops seeing as his wet hands are only making the matter worse. He is carefully reading the paper and studying the tape.
Seth: (mumbling the list of moves that T A Max uses) Ok, Super kick: needs legs. DDT: needs to stand. Power Bomb: All weight resting on legs. Hey, I’m starting to see something here. If T A Max needs his legs in most of his moves, then I work on his legs! I’ve done it, I have found his weakness!
The Door swings open and a man in a suit and tie walks in holding a mobile phone. Seth Picks up a small bit of ice, thrusting it at the butler. The Butler quickly puts down the telephone and runs out of the door just in time to miss a 4” rock aimed at his baldhead.
Seth: (Picking up the phone) “Hello? Hello? Oh hey Mickey, how’s the investigating going?” (Short silence) “WHAT!!!! What do you mean you cant find a weakness, there HAS to be a weakness”. (Short silence) “No old injuries? No phobias? Is there anything you found on T A Max?” (Longer Silence) “Well im sorry to say it my… good friend… but YOUR FIRED!
He hangs up the phone and slams it onto the small table. A small light goes off inside his head. He picks up the phone and dials a few numbers. After a while a man’s voicemail can be heard from the small speakers of the Motorola C550. “Hey, This is Totally Awesome Max. You’ve reached my voicemail, just leave a message after the beep”
Seth: (Talking into the phone) “Well T A Max, as far as I know you are in perfect health. But don’t expect this to be the case after our match. This will be a night you will never forget” (hangs up the phone)