Natural Talent vs. Douglas, Thomas (RP 2)
Sept 1, 2016 10:28:50 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 10:28:50 GMT
Video Archive #0002
Natural Talent
*****
OFF CAMERA
A room full of trophies, all gold. There is no silver or bronze seen. No honorable mentions. No participation awards. First place, and nothing else. The camera pans around the room and pictures of a boy over the years playing various sports; basketball, soccer, football, baseball, and even hockey. It is a wall of memories, and at the top is a current picture of Zachary Knight. He stands in his recent photo, a shoot for RSW. Soon enough, a Championship will rightfully find its place among the trophies and medals.
“Zachary. Get out here. Dinner is done.”
We see Zach Knight standing, admiring the room. A wall of him, essentially. He reaches forward and grabs a picture frame that reads “#1 Dad”. A picture of Zach at age seven with his father, and Zach finds himself lost in the moment.
“Zachary Cole Knight. Get down here, it's getting cold.”
“Coming, ma.”
Zach places the picture back on the mantle and wipes the corner of his eye. He breathes in deep and heads out of the room ready for dinner with his mother.
*****
ON CAMERA
“So are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?” he smirks.
“So one of my opponents finally speaks. But before we get to Elvira… or whatever her name is, let’s bring up the elephant in the room. It appears as though Arthur has not decided to speak up. Is he afraid? Perhaps. Does he already figure that this match is for me to win? Possibly. Or is it that he just not want to give the effort truly needed to make yourself a star in this or any company? Hell, it could be any combination of the three. No matter the reason, he is making my point exactly and that is The Legacy shall soon be the hot commodity here in RSW so it is best that the rest of the roster gets put on notice.”
Zach paces back and forth while holding the camera, selfie style. He stands in front of his mother’s home. It was your typical suburban home, nothing to call home about.
“I’ve been given everything? You are exactly right. I’ve been given talent, athleticism, natural charisma, and the drive that champions wish they had. The sad part is, I will make more of a statement in my first match here in RSW then whatever you’ve done your entire career. You’ve had to scratch and claw to get where you are at; do you want to know what I did to get here? I simply answered a phone call and was mailed a plane ticket. I guess we can’t all be so lucky. It’s too bad that you’ve wasted time to ‘climb’ your way to an Opening Match. But for me? This is just the beginning. I guess I have to deal with not being taken seriously enough yet, but after I put you and Arthur both down like second rate pets the big wigs here will learn quickly what they have on their hands.”
Zach heads up to the stairs, and pans the neighborhood showing a block of houses that are a bit above average but are far from mansions.
“I consider myself above common folks, you say? No. I’ve said that genetically I am superior. I come from a family of athletes and Olympians. Can you say the same for yourself? I am not out here to say that you don’t have talent or skill, Emma; but the fact of the matter is that what sets me apart from you and others is something that I am born into. I am not stupid or weak minded; I know that I can lose just as anyone else can. I will win much more than I lose, and I will be a champion that the ownership team can rely on. While you work your way to this point, I do what I do and I rise to the top. I am a talent that the owners can feel confident to lead the entire company into notoriety, and I am ready to carry them on my back. I have the look, the smarts, and the talent. Why would they want some freak show like you as the face of the brand? Nah. There is a reason why they are giving me two opponents. And it is one word.”
He pauses and smiles into the camera.
“Statement.”
Natural Talent
*****
OFF CAMERA
A room full of trophies, all gold. There is no silver or bronze seen. No honorable mentions. No participation awards. First place, and nothing else. The camera pans around the room and pictures of a boy over the years playing various sports; basketball, soccer, football, baseball, and even hockey. It is a wall of memories, and at the top is a current picture of Zachary Knight. He stands in his recent photo, a shoot for RSW. Soon enough, a Championship will rightfully find its place among the trophies and medals.
“Zachary. Get out here. Dinner is done.”
We see Zach Knight standing, admiring the room. A wall of him, essentially. He reaches forward and grabs a picture frame that reads “#1 Dad”. A picture of Zach at age seven with his father, and Zach finds himself lost in the moment.
“Zachary Cole Knight. Get down here, it's getting cold.”
“Coming, ma.”
Zach places the picture back on the mantle and wipes the corner of his eye. He breathes in deep and heads out of the room ready for dinner with his mother.
*****
ON CAMERA
“So are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?” he smirks.
“So one of my opponents finally speaks. But before we get to Elvira… or whatever her name is, let’s bring up the elephant in the room. It appears as though Arthur has not decided to speak up. Is he afraid? Perhaps. Does he already figure that this match is for me to win? Possibly. Or is it that he just not want to give the effort truly needed to make yourself a star in this or any company? Hell, it could be any combination of the three. No matter the reason, he is making my point exactly and that is The Legacy shall soon be the hot commodity here in RSW so it is best that the rest of the roster gets put on notice.”
Zach paces back and forth while holding the camera, selfie style. He stands in front of his mother’s home. It was your typical suburban home, nothing to call home about.
“I’ve been given everything? You are exactly right. I’ve been given talent, athleticism, natural charisma, and the drive that champions wish they had. The sad part is, I will make more of a statement in my first match here in RSW then whatever you’ve done your entire career. You’ve had to scratch and claw to get where you are at; do you want to know what I did to get here? I simply answered a phone call and was mailed a plane ticket. I guess we can’t all be so lucky. It’s too bad that you’ve wasted time to ‘climb’ your way to an Opening Match. But for me? This is just the beginning. I guess I have to deal with not being taken seriously enough yet, but after I put you and Arthur both down like second rate pets the big wigs here will learn quickly what they have on their hands.”
Zach heads up to the stairs, and pans the neighborhood showing a block of houses that are a bit above average but are far from mansions.
“I consider myself above common folks, you say? No. I’ve said that genetically I am superior. I come from a family of athletes and Olympians. Can you say the same for yourself? I am not out here to say that you don’t have talent or skill, Emma; but the fact of the matter is that what sets me apart from you and others is something that I am born into. I am not stupid or weak minded; I know that I can lose just as anyone else can. I will win much more than I lose, and I will be a champion that the ownership team can rely on. While you work your way to this point, I do what I do and I rise to the top. I am a talent that the owners can feel confident to lead the entire company into notoriety, and I am ready to carry them on my back. I have the look, the smarts, and the talent. Why would they want some freak show like you as the face of the brand? Nah. There is a reason why they are giving me two opponents. And it is one word.”
He pauses and smiles into the camera.
“Statement.”
