Post by Apollo Mercer on May 31, 2007 13:11:25 GMT -5
The scene opens at a press conference. Dozens of reporters and photographers are seen sitting around the area, fiddling with their cameras and jotting down notes in their notepad. The podium stands in the middle of two tables. The GCW logo is stamped upon the podium. Nobody is at the podium and the tables along the side of podium have empty chairs next to them. The microphone sits on top of the podium, waiting for someone to come and speak into it.
Suddenly, there's a commotion in the back. The photographers quickly turn their backs to the entrance of the room and start snapping photos. The other journalists start writing stuff down in their notes until he finally enters the room.
A man, standing about 5'8" walks into the room. He's got a clean-cut hair cut, shaven face. He's wearing a black, pin-striped suit with a gold shirt and gold tie. He's got a real expensive-looking pair of loafers on. His watch looks like it's covered in thousands of diamonds. He's wearing a pair of Gucci shades and he's got a diamond in each ear. He walks into the room then stops at the entrance to pose.
As he stops and poses, the flashbulbs go off as the photographer continues to take picture after picture of the man. The man laughs then continues to walk through the room followed by two really big guys, in suits, wearing shades. They follow the man up to the podium and stand behind the man as he takes a stand at the podium, in front of the mic.
The man laughs then puts his mouth up to the mic to speak.
The Man:
It's good to see all of you guys.
The man starts to laugh as the photographers continue to take pictures and the reporters start to yell questions at him. The man attempts to calm the crowd down with his hands as the commotion dies down a little.
The Man:
Please, please, people. One person at a time. If you've got a question, don't worry we'll get around to you.
The commotion finally starts to die down to a reasonable level. The man starts to nod his head and scans the crowd as the reporters start to raise their hands and are begging to ask questions. Finally, the man points to a male reporter in the audience with his hand up and the crowd falls silent.
The Man:
Okay, let's start with you.
Male Reporter #1
Yes, thank you. First question... Who the hell are you?
The man looks back at the reporter with an empty stare. He looks back at the two men standing behind him and then back at the reporter before finally looking back at the mic to speak.
The Man:
Yeah, that's cute. Real cute. Seriously, what's your question?
Male Reporter #1
Uh, that is my question.
The man looks back at two men behind him then back at the reporter.
The Man:
Aw, c'mon, man! Are you serious? You see these two guys behind me? They're bodyguards! That means I'm important. Not just anybody has bodyguards. It means I'm special. You understand now?
Male Reporter #1
Yes, I understand that.
The Man:
Good.
Male Reporter #1
But I still don't know who you are.
The man's head falls down and he stares at the ground for a few seconds. Eventually, he lifts his head back up and speaks into the microphone and laughs.
The Man:
Okay, I'll play along. I get it. Fine. The name is Apollo. Apollo Mercer. C'mon! I know you people came out here for a reason.
Male Reporter #1
Yes, we're just here to find out about the latest GCW member. Apollo Mercer. Got it. Thanks!
The reporter scribbles down some notes, picks up his belongings and begins to leave the press conference.
Apollo Mercer:
Hey, wait a second. Is that it?
Male Reporter #1
Yup, that's it. Thanks!
The reporter exits the press conference as Apollo stands at the podium with an empty look on his face. After a few more seconds, he goes back to scanning the reporters before eventually picking someone else out.
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, you.
Male Reporter #2
Hey, John Smith. Wrestling Insider. Uh, can you tell us a little bit about your decision to become a part of GCW.
Apollo Mercer:
My decision was simple. I was bored because I've done pretty much anything anybody anywhere could do. You name it, I've done it. I...
Male Reporter #2
Have you ever made love to a female goat in the backseat of Pinto?
The room falls silent. Apollo exchanges stares with the reporter for about 30 seconds.
Apollo Mercer:
...
A man in the back of the room coughs.
Apollo Mercer:
So I was bored. And I was looking for a new challenge. I'm a young guy but I've got money to spend and I don't want to let my talent go to waste. So I hear through my sources that some guy named William Ellis is recruiting. He's recruiting talent for his an independent wrestling federation. And I say to myself, this sounds like fun. This sounds like something that would be worth my time. And Mr. Ellis was more than happy to have me on board. Yes, you.
Apollo points to another reporter in the front row.
Male Reporter #3
Bill Bixby. Pro Wrestling Times. Can you talk a little bit about your experience in the wrestling industry.
Apollo Mercer:
I don't have much. But it's more than enough. Look at me. Look at my physique. Is it not perfect?
Male Reporter #3
I can't really tell. You're wearing a suit.
Apollo looks to the left and to the right then back at the reporter.
Apollo Mercer:
Trust me. I'm in good shape. So, I spent the last few years of my life in training. Taking the bumps and bruises and doing whatever it took to hone my skills in the ring. And finally I'm here. And nothing can stop me. I get whatever the hell I want, baby! I've got money! I've got talent! I've got genetics! I've got it all! I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this!
Apollo starts laughing manically before quickly composing himself.
Apollo Mercer:
Next question. Yeah, you.
Female Reporter #1
Hi, June James. Ring Observer. I've been...
Apollo Mercer:
Well, well, well. What have we got here?
Female Reporter #1
Excuse me?
Apollo lowers his shades a little and eyeballs the girl.
Apollo Mercer:
You know you ain't too bad looking. Maybe you should stop by and watch my next match. You know, come and check me out. Then maybe after the match, we can have one of our owns. In my hotel room. On my bed. What do you say to that?
Apollo starts laughing as he turns back to his two bodyguards and gives them pounds.
Female Reporter #1
Uh... right. You mean after you lose your next match.
Apollo stops laughing and turns back to the reporter. He raises his shades back to his eyes.
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, okay. You're all business. Okay, I get you. Well, listen here... Jane?
Female Reporter #1
June.
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, listen here, Julie. Okay, I lost my first match. I'll admit to that. But there's a reason I lost my first match.
Female Reporter #1
And what's that?
Apollo Mercer:
Uh... um... steroids.
Female Reporter #1
Steroids?
Apollo Mercer:
Yeah, steroids. I hear Mr. Ellis just recently announced a new drug-testing policy. Just recently. There's no saying what my opponent could've been on last week. He was probably on steroids though. I can pretty much guarantee that. I mean, how else are you going to beat a guy like me? I've got it all! I've got money! I've got...
Female Reporter #1
Yes, yes. We've heard it all already.
Apollo Mercer:
Don't interrupt me!
Female Reporter #1
Well, I...
Apollo Mercer:
You know what? This interview's over. Next question. You.
Apollo picks another reporter from the crowd.
Female Reporter #2
Betty Cooper. Riverdale Times. Any thoughts on your next opponents?
Apollo Mercer:
Meh.
The reporter looks at Apollo, waiting for him to add on to his answer.
Female Reporter #2
Meh....?
Apollo Mercer:
Meh.
Female Reporter #2
Do you even know who you're fighting?
Apollo Mercer:
What is this? Are you interrogating me?
Female Reporter #2
No, I...
Apollo Mercer:
Don't interrogate me. I've got money! You don't interrogate people who've got lots of money.
Female Reporter #2
Are you upset because you're fighting in a dark match?
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, okay! Alright! That's it. This press conference is over.
Apollo turns to his two bodyguards.
Apollo Mercer:
Let's get the hell out of here.
Apollo makes his way out of the room as the reporters yell questions at him and photographers continue to take picture after picture of him. One reporter throws a pencil at Apollo, which hits him in the back of the head. Apollo, unnerved, continues walking through the room until he finally exits. The commotion in the crowd dies down as the photographers place their cameras down and the reporters put their pens and notepads away. After a few moments, Apollo comes back into the room and everyone once again turns their attention back to him.
Apollo Mercer:
And if you don't know who the hell I am, why are you taking so many damn pictures of me?
Male Photographer #1
William Ellis paid me.
Male Photographer #2
Me, too.
Male Photographer #3
Same here.
Male Photographer #4
I...
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, alright. Stop. I get the picture.
Apollo lets out an exasperated sigh and once again exits the room. Fade to black.
END
Suddenly, there's a commotion in the back. The photographers quickly turn their backs to the entrance of the room and start snapping photos. The other journalists start writing stuff down in their notes until he finally enters the room.
A man, standing about 5'8" walks into the room. He's got a clean-cut hair cut, shaven face. He's wearing a black, pin-striped suit with a gold shirt and gold tie. He's got a real expensive-looking pair of loafers on. His watch looks like it's covered in thousands of diamonds. He's wearing a pair of Gucci shades and he's got a diamond in each ear. He walks into the room then stops at the entrance to pose.
As he stops and poses, the flashbulbs go off as the photographer continues to take picture after picture of the man. The man laughs then continues to walk through the room followed by two really big guys, in suits, wearing shades. They follow the man up to the podium and stand behind the man as he takes a stand at the podium, in front of the mic.
The man laughs then puts his mouth up to the mic to speak.
The Man:
It's good to see all of you guys.
The man starts to laugh as the photographers continue to take pictures and the reporters start to yell questions at him. The man attempts to calm the crowd down with his hands as the commotion dies down a little.
The Man:
Please, please, people. One person at a time. If you've got a question, don't worry we'll get around to you.
The commotion finally starts to die down to a reasonable level. The man starts to nod his head and scans the crowd as the reporters start to raise their hands and are begging to ask questions. Finally, the man points to a male reporter in the audience with his hand up and the crowd falls silent.
The Man:
Okay, let's start with you.
Male Reporter #1
Yes, thank you. First question... Who the hell are you?
The man looks back at the reporter with an empty stare. He looks back at the two men standing behind him and then back at the reporter before finally looking back at the mic to speak.
The Man:
Yeah, that's cute. Real cute. Seriously, what's your question?
Male Reporter #1
Uh, that is my question.
The man looks back at two men behind him then back at the reporter.
The Man:
Aw, c'mon, man! Are you serious? You see these two guys behind me? They're bodyguards! That means I'm important. Not just anybody has bodyguards. It means I'm special. You understand now?
Male Reporter #1
Yes, I understand that.
The Man:
Good.
Male Reporter #1
But I still don't know who you are.
The man's head falls down and he stares at the ground for a few seconds. Eventually, he lifts his head back up and speaks into the microphone and laughs.
The Man:
Okay, I'll play along. I get it. Fine. The name is Apollo. Apollo Mercer. C'mon! I know you people came out here for a reason.
Male Reporter #1
Yes, we're just here to find out about the latest GCW member. Apollo Mercer. Got it. Thanks!
The reporter scribbles down some notes, picks up his belongings and begins to leave the press conference.
Apollo Mercer:
Hey, wait a second. Is that it?
Male Reporter #1
Yup, that's it. Thanks!
The reporter exits the press conference as Apollo stands at the podium with an empty look on his face. After a few more seconds, he goes back to scanning the reporters before eventually picking someone else out.
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, you.
Male Reporter #2
Hey, John Smith. Wrestling Insider. Uh, can you tell us a little bit about your decision to become a part of GCW.
Apollo Mercer:
My decision was simple. I was bored because I've done pretty much anything anybody anywhere could do. You name it, I've done it. I...
Male Reporter #2
Have you ever made love to a female goat in the backseat of Pinto?
The room falls silent. Apollo exchanges stares with the reporter for about 30 seconds.
Apollo Mercer:
...
A man in the back of the room coughs.
Apollo Mercer:
So I was bored. And I was looking for a new challenge. I'm a young guy but I've got money to spend and I don't want to let my talent go to waste. So I hear through my sources that some guy named William Ellis is recruiting. He's recruiting talent for his an independent wrestling federation. And I say to myself, this sounds like fun. This sounds like something that would be worth my time. And Mr. Ellis was more than happy to have me on board. Yes, you.
Apollo points to another reporter in the front row.
Male Reporter #3
Bill Bixby. Pro Wrestling Times. Can you talk a little bit about your experience in the wrestling industry.
Apollo Mercer:
I don't have much. But it's more than enough. Look at me. Look at my physique. Is it not perfect?
Male Reporter #3
I can't really tell. You're wearing a suit.
Apollo looks to the left and to the right then back at the reporter.
Apollo Mercer:
Trust me. I'm in good shape. So, I spent the last few years of my life in training. Taking the bumps and bruises and doing whatever it took to hone my skills in the ring. And finally I'm here. And nothing can stop me. I get whatever the hell I want, baby! I've got money! I've got talent! I've got genetics! I've got it all! I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this!
Apollo starts laughing manically before quickly composing himself.
Apollo Mercer:
Next question. Yeah, you.
Female Reporter #1
Hi, June James. Ring Observer. I've been...
Apollo Mercer:
Well, well, well. What have we got here?
Female Reporter #1
Excuse me?
Apollo lowers his shades a little and eyeballs the girl.
Apollo Mercer:
You know you ain't too bad looking. Maybe you should stop by and watch my next match. You know, come and check me out. Then maybe after the match, we can have one of our owns. In my hotel room. On my bed. What do you say to that?
Apollo starts laughing as he turns back to his two bodyguards and gives them pounds.
Female Reporter #1
Uh... right. You mean after you lose your next match.
Apollo stops laughing and turns back to the reporter. He raises his shades back to his eyes.
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, okay. You're all business. Okay, I get you. Well, listen here... Jane?
Female Reporter #1
June.
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, listen here, Julie. Okay, I lost my first match. I'll admit to that. But there's a reason I lost my first match.
Female Reporter #1
And what's that?
Apollo Mercer:
Uh... um... steroids.
Female Reporter #1
Steroids?
Apollo Mercer:
Yeah, steroids. I hear Mr. Ellis just recently announced a new drug-testing policy. Just recently. There's no saying what my opponent could've been on last week. He was probably on steroids though. I can pretty much guarantee that. I mean, how else are you going to beat a guy like me? I've got it all! I've got money! I've got...
Female Reporter #1
Yes, yes. We've heard it all already.
Apollo Mercer:
Don't interrupt me!
Female Reporter #1
Well, I...
Apollo Mercer:
You know what? This interview's over. Next question. You.
Apollo picks another reporter from the crowd.
Female Reporter #2
Betty Cooper. Riverdale Times. Any thoughts on your next opponents?
Apollo Mercer:
Meh.
The reporter looks at Apollo, waiting for him to add on to his answer.
Female Reporter #2
Meh....?
Apollo Mercer:
Meh.
Female Reporter #2
Do you even know who you're fighting?
Apollo Mercer:
What is this? Are you interrogating me?
Female Reporter #2
No, I...
Apollo Mercer:
Don't interrogate me. I've got money! You don't interrogate people who've got lots of money.
Female Reporter #2
Are you upset because you're fighting in a dark match?
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, okay! Alright! That's it. This press conference is over.
Apollo turns to his two bodyguards.
Apollo Mercer:
Let's get the hell out of here.
Apollo makes his way out of the room as the reporters yell questions at him and photographers continue to take picture after picture of him. One reporter throws a pencil at Apollo, which hits him in the back of the head. Apollo, unnerved, continues walking through the room until he finally exits. The commotion in the crowd dies down as the photographers place their cameras down and the reporters put their pens and notepads away. After a few moments, Apollo comes back into the room and everyone once again turns their attention back to him.
Apollo Mercer:
And if you don't know who the hell I am, why are you taking so many damn pictures of me?
Male Photographer #1
William Ellis paid me.
Male Photographer #2
Me, too.
Male Photographer #3
Same here.
Male Photographer #4
I...
Apollo Mercer:
Okay, alright. Stop. I get the picture.
Apollo lets out an exasperated sigh and once again exits the room. Fade to black.
END