Post by prestonhogg on Nov 18, 2008 4:30:13 GMT
"Why do you think I'm crazy?"
A man unfamiliar to GWL viewers can be seen through the slender view of a vehicle's rear view mirror talking on a cell phone. Naturally we only hear his side of the conversation.
"Do I have to remind you that before I made a name for myself on Wall Street, I wrestled for Harvard? You might remember more sh*t if you hadnt spent our whole senior year obliterated."
The man speaks with an air of confidence as the sunlight reflects off his Armani sunglasses.
"And I'm in the best shape of my life. If I can deal with the snakes in the corporate world, dealing with these knuckleheads will be a breeze..."
As the camera changes angles, we see the man pull up into a handicapped space in a pearl white Cadillac Escalade. He reaches into the glove compartment and throws a handicap placard onto his mirror, and exits the vehicle. He shuts the door and checks to see that his hair is perfect, while continuing his cell phone conversation.
"It's called Global Wrestling League..."
"Of course you've never heard of it. That's the point. These small-time simpletons obviously don't have much talent or they'd be in the WWE. I mean they pull in a decent crowd, but the most important thing is they pay their talent well. Now, while obviously with my amateur wrestling experience and my money I could sign under Vince McMahon, I figure I'm better off being a big fish in this small pond. Fact is, the salary for a GWL champion isn't bad. Not bad at all. So I'll be getting paid probably as much as I would in WWE, with a lot easier competition. And a bunch of backyard yokels who will be easy to manipulate bro. I mean you should see the so-called 'talent' they got here. This is gonna be a walk in the park."
Satisfied with the way he looks in the reflection of his SUV's window, the man enters the double glass door of a skyscraper, continuing his conversation.
"Just trust me on this, I know what I'm doing. Have I ever invested time into something that wasn't a money pit? ... Exactly. I can be the top dog in this place in no time, and that means marketing opportunities and endorsements.
Listen I gotta let you go man I ---"
Suddenly the man stops mid-sentence, distracted and in awe of a man that just brushed past his shoulder in the hallway. He turns and gets a better look at the stranger before continuing his phone conversation a little aggravated.
"Dude, I just stepped in the building and already some punk is on my sh*t list."
"Look I gotta go, Im supposed to sign my contract real quick. Trust me, this is gonna be a great investment. And it's gonna pay off, big time! Tell the boys back home, I'm still bleeding Phi Kappa Theta! Talk to you later man."
The man we've been listening to, wearing the Armani glasses, and dark conservative suit comes to a door that says GWL Management Offices.
"This must be the place."
He gives a quick knock on the door and lets himself in. He is greeted by a man, who he assumes is Matt Brooks, the man he had talked to over the phone, but he hasn't actually met yet. He adjusts his rolex, and extends his arm for a friendly handshake, as he introduces himself.
"Preston. Preston Hogg."
The man accepts his hand and shakes it as he in turn introduces himself...
tbcb: Matt Brooks... or anyone else really. I left it vague, like it might not be Brooks so anyone could reply.
A man unfamiliar to GWL viewers can be seen through the slender view of a vehicle's rear view mirror talking on a cell phone. Naturally we only hear his side of the conversation.
"Do I have to remind you that before I made a name for myself on Wall Street, I wrestled for Harvard? You might remember more sh*t if you hadnt spent our whole senior year obliterated."
The man speaks with an air of confidence as the sunlight reflects off his Armani sunglasses.
"And I'm in the best shape of my life. If I can deal with the snakes in the corporate world, dealing with these knuckleheads will be a breeze..."
As the camera changes angles, we see the man pull up into a handicapped space in a pearl white Cadillac Escalade. He reaches into the glove compartment and throws a handicap placard onto his mirror, and exits the vehicle. He shuts the door and checks to see that his hair is perfect, while continuing his cell phone conversation.
"It's called Global Wrestling League..."
"Of course you've never heard of it. That's the point. These small-time simpletons obviously don't have much talent or they'd be in the WWE. I mean they pull in a decent crowd, but the most important thing is they pay their talent well. Now, while obviously with my amateur wrestling experience and my money I could sign under Vince McMahon, I figure I'm better off being a big fish in this small pond. Fact is, the salary for a GWL champion isn't bad. Not bad at all. So I'll be getting paid probably as much as I would in WWE, with a lot easier competition. And a bunch of backyard yokels who will be easy to manipulate bro. I mean you should see the so-called 'talent' they got here. This is gonna be a walk in the park."
Satisfied with the way he looks in the reflection of his SUV's window, the man enters the double glass door of a skyscraper, continuing his conversation.
"Just trust me on this, I know what I'm doing. Have I ever invested time into something that wasn't a money pit? ... Exactly. I can be the top dog in this place in no time, and that means marketing opportunities and endorsements.
Listen I gotta let you go man I ---"
Suddenly the man stops mid-sentence, distracted and in awe of a man that just brushed past his shoulder in the hallway. He turns and gets a better look at the stranger before continuing his phone conversation a little aggravated.
"Dude, I just stepped in the building and already some punk is on my sh*t list."
"Look I gotta go, Im supposed to sign my contract real quick. Trust me, this is gonna be a great investment. And it's gonna pay off, big time! Tell the boys back home, I'm still bleeding Phi Kappa Theta! Talk to you later man."
The man we've been listening to, wearing the Armani glasses, and dark conservative suit comes to a door that says GWL Management Offices.
"This must be the place."
He gives a quick knock on the door and lets himself in. He is greeted by a man, who he assumes is Matt Brooks, the man he had talked to over the phone, but he hasn't actually met yet. He adjusts his rolex, and extends his arm for a friendly handshake, as he introduces himself.
"Preston. Preston Hogg."
The man accepts his hand and shakes it as he in turn introduces himself...
tbcb: Matt Brooks... or anyone else really. I left it vague, like it might not be Brooks so anyone could reply.
