Post by Gunner Hughes on Aug 26, 2012 17:42:45 GMT -4
**The scene opens up, and the closeup view of a man’s face is shown. He has on sunglasses, but a stoic expression can be seen on his face underneath. He burns a hole into the camera lens with his stare as it slowly zooms out, revealing the rest of the man. He’s sitting in a leather upholstered chair, arms to the side and dressed in a black sports coat and dress pants, with a maroon shirt underneath. He sits in the chair with his legs crossed casually; appearing to be relaxed, yet still fixated on the camera as it finally finishes zooming out and stops to reveal his entire body. He’s on the large side, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his face is clean shaven aside from the five o clock shadow that covers its lower half. He slowly reaches up with on hand and removes the sunglasses, placing them in the front pocket of his jacket, and then he points to the side of his head and cracks a slight smile as he begins to speak.**
Gunner: “I can hear the wheels turning inside all of your heads right now. All seven of you are watching this, trying to size up the eighth man in this tournament so you can put the pieces of this puzzle together in those tiny heads of yours.”
**He laughs and uncrosses his legs, then gets up off the chair. The camera follows him as he begins to walk the perimeter of the room, which resembles a study; set up with a glass book case and marble computer desk, as well as a large fireplace on the back wall. Gunner continues on as he stops at the bookcase and leans up against it.**
Gunner: ”Well I can guarantee you gentleman, that feat will be next to impossible this soon into my AWR career. Some of you might have built a reputation for yourselves already from past experiences with this promotion. Maybe you have a little fan base built up, sold a few T-shirts, or got some followers on twitter….and that’s all fantastic. But you see, I didn’t come to the AWR seeking any of those things. I don’t care about any prior feuds or friendships that any of you have had, and I don’t care how many matches you’ve won to get to where you are today. In the world where I came from, a man’s reputation is meaningless. Some of you may think yourself invincible, but I can assure you that nobody is invincible…..nobody!”
**He smiles.**
Gunner: “I have spent a large part of my life figuring out ways to hurt people…..not just physically, but also mentally as well. I have this great knack for getting inside my target’s head and imposing my will before our fight even begins, and that is what I will do to each and every man who has signed his name to compete in this tournament. Now, I have heard from some of you already, and I have to say that I’m rather offended that you seem to look at me as just another name on a list. But I guess it’s not completely your fault though, because I have yet to make my mark in the world of professional wrestling. I’m no stranger to being in a fight, I’ve definitely had my share of scraps, but to step inside a wrestling ring and inflict pain on somebody as part of a public spectacle……well, that’s a pleasure that I have yet to experience. But soon enough….that will all change.”
**Gunner walks away from the bookcase and over to a mirror that’s mounted on the wall nearby. He straightens the collar on his shirt as he continues on.**
Gunner: “I have never been good at verbal self-promotion, I usually just let my actions speak for themselves. That’s why I have hired the best camp of trainers to prepare me for this battle, because I want to be fully prepared fort what lies ahead. I use the word battle because let’s be honest with ourselves….the prize being dangled in front of our face will warrant nothing less than a battle. I mean, I can’t speak for the rest of you but I plan to do everything in my power to not only win this tournament, but prove that I am far superior to each and every one of you.”
**He laughs again as he finishes straightening his tie and shirt collar, then turns away from the mirror to walk to the fireplace. He reaches up and turns a knob on the wall next to it, and the fire stokes up. He then walks over and sits on the desk, looking into the camera.**
Gunner: “Now, I won’t sit here and reveal to you exactly what type of man I am or what is motivating me to want to win this tournament and become the AWR World Championship…that will be up to you to figure out. But I can tell you what I’m not….”
**The camera view slowly zooms in on him, showing a closeup of his face as he continues.**
Gunner: “….I’m not an alcoholic mess like Slick Doctor, or an emotional loser like that pathetic junkie Tracy Adkins, who has already made the first mistake of this tournament by choosing to only focus on Anthony Royal, a man who seems to have this sense of entitlement just because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. I don’t really care what Slick Doctor is drinking or what drugs Tracy is on when that bell rings, neither of them stand a chance of stopping me. If I draw either one of their names, the beating I will give them will sober them up from even the strongest of poisons.
And I’m also not some underachiever like Zane Byers, who had to rely on his father to wipe his ass for him all his life. I have forged my own path to get to where I am at today, with help from no one. And I’m not some arrogant punk like Jason Howard, or some self-righteous fool like Dustin Weaver who will be both trying to pander to the people sitting in the crowd to get attention, either good or bad. I will give the fans a show…there is no doubt in my mind about that, but I will be doing it for my own reasons, not theirs. So if either Howard or Weaver gets in my way during this tournament, the only show the fans will be getting is seeing their Canadian hero get sent back to Toronto on a stretcher, and Jason Howard getting his ego shoved right down his throat!”
**Gunner gets up off the desk as the view zooms back out, and he heads back over towards the chair where we was originally sitting.**
Gunner: “Speaking of egos…I guess you could say that I have a bit of confidence in my own abilities, and I also sometimes come off as having a slight ego myself. But you see, I have accomplished so much more in my life than what lies inside a wrestling ring. In fact, I look at some of these guys, guys who brag about their achievements like Anthony Royal and Kris Destiny…and I see men who are on opposite sides of life’s spectrum than I am. These two men spend a great deal of time talking about themselves and not nearly enough time looking at who their opponents are.
Kris Destiny, for somebody who claims to have accomplished so much in this industry, you don’t seem like a very wise man. I mean, that was an impressive verbal resume that you laid out for all of us, but you have to remember one thing….you’re walking into a tournament against seven other random fighters. You overlook the rest of us like we’re just some names to fill in a slot in a bracket, but I can promise you Mr. Destiny….Gunner Hughes is a name that you will remember for a very long time after this is all over. Because when we find each other on opposite sides of the ring in this tournament and I send you away disappointed, you will know exactly who I am!”
**Gunner stands in front of the chair, arms crossed, and he stares into the camera with a mean glare as he continues on.**
Gunner: “And then there’s Anthony Royal, the former champion…..the golden boy who thinks he has this tournament all but in the bag. Royal, I can respect that you wore the world title strap last….but the facts is, you lost it for a reason. Maybe it wasn’t inside a wrestling ring, but none the less somebody decided that you were no longer a worthy champion. Somebody decided that you no longer had what it took to represent this company as its top superstar. You mentioned leading the AWR to the top of the wrestling world, but is that really where you were leading it Anthony? Because from what I seen, all you did was lead a roster full of superstars to the unemployment line….and if that is the top of the wrestling world for you, then you better raise your standards kid.”
**He uncrosses his arms and cracks his knuckles, cracking an evil looking smile as he continues to peer into the camera.**
Gunner: “I have always loved a challenge Anthony, which is why I really hope we cross paths in this tournament. In fact, I have a feeling that if I have any hope of winning this thing at all, we most certainly will end up as opponents before it’s all said and done. And that is fine by me Royal, because one thing that annoys me more than anything, is somebody who sits around and whines about what he should have, instead of just taking it. If you’re truly the uncrowned champ, then this tournament should be a walk in the park for you. But if you are a fraud, a man who is not worthy to be champion, a man who just who used this company and its world championship to make a name for himself….then I can assure you Anthony Royal, I will expose you and prove to the world that you are not even a has been…but instead a never was.”
**He laughs, then removes his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt.**
Gunner: “You can look around this room and at me, and you can make all the assumptions that you want about what type of man I am. You can look at me as some suit wearing, wine sipping high roller who likes to spend his free time sitting in front of my expensive fireplace looking down on the rest of the world, and that would all be fine by me, at least you’d be taking notice. But you see one thing you have to remember is that with Gunner Hughes….all is not always what it seems.”
**Just then, the door to the room opens and a man walks in. He’s wearing a three piece suit, carrying a briefcase in his hand and has a very confused look on his face as he stares at Gunner.**
Man: “Who are you? What the hell are you doing in my house?”
**Gunner turns and smiles at the man as he walks up and extends his hand for handshake.**
Gunner: “Hello Mr. Clark…..my name is not important right now, but what is important are the names of the people who I represent. You made a commitment with some clients of mine, and you have yet to satisfy your end of the commitment. I am here to collect.”
**The man looks shocked for a moment, then he ignores the handshake offer and picks up the phone from his desk and hits a button on the keypad. Gunner walks up and takes an apple from a basket that’s sitting on the desk, and then takes a seat in the chair behind it. The man looks down at the phone with a confused look, tapping the button repeatedly. Gunner puts his feet up and takes a bite out of the apple.**
Man: “What the hell happened? Where’s my security?”
Gunner: “They’re taking a break. I told them I was a VIP on your guest list. They didn’t believe me at first, but with a little convincing they let me right in. Anyway Mr. Clark….I’m being rude, here you go.”
**Gunner takes his feet down from the desk and gets up out of the chair, offering it to the man.**
Gunner: “You just have a seat right here, and we can talk about how you’re going to satisfy your end of the deal. Otherwise, I have to start breaking stuff.”
**The man backs up a few steps and looks around his room.**
Man: “Alright, take it easy now…we can work something out…..I have some expensive pieces in here.”
Gunner: “You sure do, but I wasn’t talking about your property Mr. Clark, I was referring to those two sticks you call legs. If you don’t pay up we have to go for a ride to see your friends, and it will be easier to get you in the trunk that way.
Man: “Alright, alright…I’ll get my checkbook.”
Gunner: “Sorry Mr. Clark, but I’m not a bank. Cash.”
Man: “Alright fine…I have wall safe behind that mirror, I have some cash in there. I’ll get it for you.”
**Gunner smiles as he takes another bite out of the apple.**
Gunner: “Oh, I know you will.”
**The man walks over and removes the mirror from the wall, then begins to fumble with the combination on the safe underneath. Gunner turns to face the camera once again.**
Gunner: “You see, the power of illusion is a major benefit to have over a target, and that is the advantage I will have walking into this tournament. You other seven men…you are up against a threat like you have never seen, or even choose to see.”
**The man turns away from the safe to look back at Gunner with a confused look on his face.**
Man: “Who are you talking to? What tournament? Is that one of my security cameras?”
**Gunner turns and growls at the man.**
Gunner: “Don’t you worry about it, Just keep working!”
**The man quickly turns and goes back to opening the safe, and Gunner continues on.**
Gunner: “As I said before gentleman, keep those wheels turning….keep trying to figure out the man who goes by the name of Gunner Hughes. Or, just sit there and continue to do nothing at all. Continue to look at me as just another random name in this tournament and keep setting yourself up for a very disappointing night. Because mark my words, I will walk right over everybody in my path to win this tournament and become the next AWR World Heavyweight Champion. Then I will stand atop of the AWR and rule like a true champion should!”
**The man finishes inputting the combination to the safe, and it pops open. He then reaches in and grabs a stack of money, putting it into a manila envelope as he turns to Gunner.**
Man: “Alright, here you go. It’s all there; you can count it if you want.”
**Gunner takes the envelope, and glares back at the man.**
Gunner: “That won’t be necessary, I don’t trust you would be foolish enough to step on the same toes twice.”
Man: “Indeed. Now could you please go before my wife gets home?”
Gunner: “Sure. It was nice doing business with you Mr. Clark. There is one thing though…"
**Gunner turns and starts to reach out toward the camera.**
Gunner: “I’ll be taking this footage from your security camera. It will serve a very good purpose.”
**Gunner picks up the camera and holds it right up to his face.**
Gunner: “See you soon AWR.”
**The footage then turns to fuzz and fades to black.**
Gunner: “I can hear the wheels turning inside all of your heads right now. All seven of you are watching this, trying to size up the eighth man in this tournament so you can put the pieces of this puzzle together in those tiny heads of yours.”
**He laughs and uncrosses his legs, then gets up off the chair. The camera follows him as he begins to walk the perimeter of the room, which resembles a study; set up with a glass book case and marble computer desk, as well as a large fireplace on the back wall. Gunner continues on as he stops at the bookcase and leans up against it.**
Gunner: ”Well I can guarantee you gentleman, that feat will be next to impossible this soon into my AWR career. Some of you might have built a reputation for yourselves already from past experiences with this promotion. Maybe you have a little fan base built up, sold a few T-shirts, or got some followers on twitter….and that’s all fantastic. But you see, I didn’t come to the AWR seeking any of those things. I don’t care about any prior feuds or friendships that any of you have had, and I don’t care how many matches you’ve won to get to where you are today. In the world where I came from, a man’s reputation is meaningless. Some of you may think yourself invincible, but I can assure you that nobody is invincible…..nobody!”
**He smiles.**
Gunner: “I have spent a large part of my life figuring out ways to hurt people…..not just physically, but also mentally as well. I have this great knack for getting inside my target’s head and imposing my will before our fight even begins, and that is what I will do to each and every man who has signed his name to compete in this tournament. Now, I have heard from some of you already, and I have to say that I’m rather offended that you seem to look at me as just another name on a list. But I guess it’s not completely your fault though, because I have yet to make my mark in the world of professional wrestling. I’m no stranger to being in a fight, I’ve definitely had my share of scraps, but to step inside a wrestling ring and inflict pain on somebody as part of a public spectacle……well, that’s a pleasure that I have yet to experience. But soon enough….that will all change.”
**Gunner walks away from the bookcase and over to a mirror that’s mounted on the wall nearby. He straightens the collar on his shirt as he continues on.**
Gunner: “I have never been good at verbal self-promotion, I usually just let my actions speak for themselves. That’s why I have hired the best camp of trainers to prepare me for this battle, because I want to be fully prepared fort what lies ahead. I use the word battle because let’s be honest with ourselves….the prize being dangled in front of our face will warrant nothing less than a battle. I mean, I can’t speak for the rest of you but I plan to do everything in my power to not only win this tournament, but prove that I am far superior to each and every one of you.”
**He laughs again as he finishes straightening his tie and shirt collar, then turns away from the mirror to walk to the fireplace. He reaches up and turns a knob on the wall next to it, and the fire stokes up. He then walks over and sits on the desk, looking into the camera.**
Gunner: “Now, I won’t sit here and reveal to you exactly what type of man I am or what is motivating me to want to win this tournament and become the AWR World Championship…that will be up to you to figure out. But I can tell you what I’m not….”
**The camera view slowly zooms in on him, showing a closeup of his face as he continues.**
Gunner: “….I’m not an alcoholic mess like Slick Doctor, or an emotional loser like that pathetic junkie Tracy Adkins, who has already made the first mistake of this tournament by choosing to only focus on Anthony Royal, a man who seems to have this sense of entitlement just because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. I don’t really care what Slick Doctor is drinking or what drugs Tracy is on when that bell rings, neither of them stand a chance of stopping me. If I draw either one of their names, the beating I will give them will sober them up from even the strongest of poisons.
And I’m also not some underachiever like Zane Byers, who had to rely on his father to wipe his ass for him all his life. I have forged my own path to get to where I am at today, with help from no one. And I’m not some arrogant punk like Jason Howard, or some self-righteous fool like Dustin Weaver who will be both trying to pander to the people sitting in the crowd to get attention, either good or bad. I will give the fans a show…there is no doubt in my mind about that, but I will be doing it for my own reasons, not theirs. So if either Howard or Weaver gets in my way during this tournament, the only show the fans will be getting is seeing their Canadian hero get sent back to Toronto on a stretcher, and Jason Howard getting his ego shoved right down his throat!”
**Gunner gets up off the desk as the view zooms back out, and he heads back over towards the chair where we was originally sitting.**
Gunner: “Speaking of egos…I guess you could say that I have a bit of confidence in my own abilities, and I also sometimes come off as having a slight ego myself. But you see, I have accomplished so much more in my life than what lies inside a wrestling ring. In fact, I look at some of these guys, guys who brag about their achievements like Anthony Royal and Kris Destiny…and I see men who are on opposite sides of life’s spectrum than I am. These two men spend a great deal of time talking about themselves and not nearly enough time looking at who their opponents are.
Kris Destiny, for somebody who claims to have accomplished so much in this industry, you don’t seem like a very wise man. I mean, that was an impressive verbal resume that you laid out for all of us, but you have to remember one thing….you’re walking into a tournament against seven other random fighters. You overlook the rest of us like we’re just some names to fill in a slot in a bracket, but I can promise you Mr. Destiny….Gunner Hughes is a name that you will remember for a very long time after this is all over. Because when we find each other on opposite sides of the ring in this tournament and I send you away disappointed, you will know exactly who I am!”
**Gunner stands in front of the chair, arms crossed, and he stares into the camera with a mean glare as he continues on.**
Gunner: “And then there’s Anthony Royal, the former champion…..the golden boy who thinks he has this tournament all but in the bag. Royal, I can respect that you wore the world title strap last….but the facts is, you lost it for a reason. Maybe it wasn’t inside a wrestling ring, but none the less somebody decided that you were no longer a worthy champion. Somebody decided that you no longer had what it took to represent this company as its top superstar. You mentioned leading the AWR to the top of the wrestling world, but is that really where you were leading it Anthony? Because from what I seen, all you did was lead a roster full of superstars to the unemployment line….and if that is the top of the wrestling world for you, then you better raise your standards kid.”
**He uncrosses his arms and cracks his knuckles, cracking an evil looking smile as he continues to peer into the camera.**
Gunner: “I have always loved a challenge Anthony, which is why I really hope we cross paths in this tournament. In fact, I have a feeling that if I have any hope of winning this thing at all, we most certainly will end up as opponents before it’s all said and done. And that is fine by me Royal, because one thing that annoys me more than anything, is somebody who sits around and whines about what he should have, instead of just taking it. If you’re truly the uncrowned champ, then this tournament should be a walk in the park for you. But if you are a fraud, a man who is not worthy to be champion, a man who just who used this company and its world championship to make a name for himself….then I can assure you Anthony Royal, I will expose you and prove to the world that you are not even a has been…but instead a never was.”
**He laughs, then removes his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt.**
Gunner: “You can look around this room and at me, and you can make all the assumptions that you want about what type of man I am. You can look at me as some suit wearing, wine sipping high roller who likes to spend his free time sitting in front of my expensive fireplace looking down on the rest of the world, and that would all be fine by me, at least you’d be taking notice. But you see one thing you have to remember is that with Gunner Hughes….all is not always what it seems.”
**Just then, the door to the room opens and a man walks in. He’s wearing a three piece suit, carrying a briefcase in his hand and has a very confused look on his face as he stares at Gunner.**
Man: “Who are you? What the hell are you doing in my house?”
**Gunner turns and smiles at the man as he walks up and extends his hand for handshake.**
Gunner: “Hello Mr. Clark…..my name is not important right now, but what is important are the names of the people who I represent. You made a commitment with some clients of mine, and you have yet to satisfy your end of the commitment. I am here to collect.”
**The man looks shocked for a moment, then he ignores the handshake offer and picks up the phone from his desk and hits a button on the keypad. Gunner walks up and takes an apple from a basket that’s sitting on the desk, and then takes a seat in the chair behind it. The man looks down at the phone with a confused look, tapping the button repeatedly. Gunner puts his feet up and takes a bite out of the apple.**
Man: “What the hell happened? Where’s my security?”
Gunner: “They’re taking a break. I told them I was a VIP on your guest list. They didn’t believe me at first, but with a little convincing they let me right in. Anyway Mr. Clark….I’m being rude, here you go.”
**Gunner takes his feet down from the desk and gets up out of the chair, offering it to the man.**
Gunner: “You just have a seat right here, and we can talk about how you’re going to satisfy your end of the deal. Otherwise, I have to start breaking stuff.”
**The man backs up a few steps and looks around his room.**
Man: “Alright, take it easy now…we can work something out…..I have some expensive pieces in here.”
Gunner: “You sure do, but I wasn’t talking about your property Mr. Clark, I was referring to those two sticks you call legs. If you don’t pay up we have to go for a ride to see your friends, and it will be easier to get you in the trunk that way.
Man: “Alright, alright…I’ll get my checkbook.”
Gunner: “Sorry Mr. Clark, but I’m not a bank. Cash.”
Man: “Alright fine…I have wall safe behind that mirror, I have some cash in there. I’ll get it for you.”
**Gunner smiles as he takes another bite out of the apple.**
Gunner: “Oh, I know you will.”
**The man walks over and removes the mirror from the wall, then begins to fumble with the combination on the safe underneath. Gunner turns to face the camera once again.**
Gunner: “You see, the power of illusion is a major benefit to have over a target, and that is the advantage I will have walking into this tournament. You other seven men…you are up against a threat like you have never seen, or even choose to see.”
**The man turns away from the safe to look back at Gunner with a confused look on his face.**
Man: “Who are you talking to? What tournament? Is that one of my security cameras?”
**Gunner turns and growls at the man.**
Gunner: “Don’t you worry about it, Just keep working!”
**The man quickly turns and goes back to opening the safe, and Gunner continues on.**
Gunner: “As I said before gentleman, keep those wheels turning….keep trying to figure out the man who goes by the name of Gunner Hughes. Or, just sit there and continue to do nothing at all. Continue to look at me as just another random name in this tournament and keep setting yourself up for a very disappointing night. Because mark my words, I will walk right over everybody in my path to win this tournament and become the next AWR World Heavyweight Champion. Then I will stand atop of the AWR and rule like a true champion should!”
**The man finishes inputting the combination to the safe, and it pops open. He then reaches in and grabs a stack of money, putting it into a manila envelope as he turns to Gunner.**
Man: “Alright, here you go. It’s all there; you can count it if you want.”
**Gunner takes the envelope, and glares back at the man.**
Gunner: “That won’t be necessary, I don’t trust you would be foolish enough to step on the same toes twice.”
Man: “Indeed. Now could you please go before my wife gets home?”
Gunner: “Sure. It was nice doing business with you Mr. Clark. There is one thing though…"
**Gunner turns and starts to reach out toward the camera.**
Gunner: “I’ll be taking this footage from your security camera. It will serve a very good purpose.”
**Gunner picks up the camera and holds it right up to his face.**
Gunner: “See you soon AWR.”
**The footage then turns to fuzz and fades to black.**