Post by Kid Dynamo on Jan 26, 2012 23:52:20 GMT -4
From: “Chris Castillo” (agentchris@legmanagement.com[/u])
To: “Venus Grant” (venus@legacymanagement.com[/u]); “Lincoln Grant” (link@legacymanagement.com[/u])
Subject: Tomorrow
Thanks for letting me know you guys made it into Miami!
We have a promo scheduled for tomorrow morning at 1100 at the THQ on 6th & Marino. No Cindy or Shane; just you two getting your share of the spotlight before the big show! Good luck!
P.H. Jeff is already piling on the interviews and meet-and-greets so get a good night’s sleep! Hope you like your digs!
“Agent Chris”
sent from my iPhone[/font]
The scene opens to a beach at night. The only sound is the waves gently crashing on the sand. It is the absolute definition of tranquility.
A man walks into the shot – Lincoln Grant – wearing a plain white T-shirt and black bathing suit. He keeps walking and the view follows him until he comes across a figure lying in the sand on a leopard-print beach towel.
Venus looks up at her husband and smiles before looking back out at the water. She is wearing a brown and white floral one-piece with black shorts. She has a half-full champagne glass in her left hand. “What are you up to out here, honey?” Link asks as he approaches her and sits beside her on the beach. “I was looking for you all over. I was hoping we could get to bed a little early tonight. Maybe get a workout in beforehand, though.”
Venus smiles back in acknowledgement of the innuendo, but the smile disappears and she looks out to sea again. Right before crossing the line of testing her husband’s patience, she speaks, “I just wanted to come out here.” She sounds as if there is more to this soliloquy, but she pauses for a long time before speaking again.
“We don’t have kids, and I don’t know if we ever will. We don’t have families; they all pretty much quit on us when we left for Lhunder’s dojo. The only friends we have were made within the past year of training in Japan and fighting in America.
“Professional wrestling has become the only thing that we are now, you know? So many people like us go out and they…they play a role. They wear a mask or they just make a mask of themselves and…it’s not real for them. They walk backstage and they call their families and their kids tell them how awesome they were and their wives tell them about all the chores left for them when they get home and…that’s who they are.”
Link exchanges his smile for a look of concern as she speaks. He goes to hold her hand before asking “what are you saying, honey? Isn’t this life what you want?” Venus breaks from her meditative stare and looks at him. [glow=maroon,2,300]Oh geez, I didn’t mean to worry you, Link. I just…goddammit, how do you explain something like this?[/glow] She flashes an apologetic half-smile that seems to cool Link’s worry.
“Baby, no, it’s not that! I love this life already and I love you and I love that we’re here in Miami and everything. It’s just…I…” Link allows his insides to writhe in anticipatory agony as he tries to be patient and let her finish her thought.
“We aren’t who we were anymore. We aren’t…
“Venus Demilo Christensen is going to die tonight.”
Lincoln looks confused. “What are you talking about? It’s not like this is your debut this Sunday.” Venus appears frustrated; not at her husband for his lack of understanding her thoughts, but more at her own inability to put it into words. “That was a non-televised tryout match against the worst champion in APW history. There was no build-up, no anything. It was an evening out. It’s…different now, from now on.
“Tomorrow, we are going to wake up, and we are going to go do an interview as Grant Square, and we are going to appear on radio shows and TV shows and at malls and gyms and everywhere…as Venus and Lincoln Grant. There’s no one back home to bring us back. Hell, they don’t have a home anyway. The Grants? They live in that ring, whereever it ends up. They’re fine. They’re happy.”
Venus takes a big sip of the champagne then looks back out at the crashing waves.
“I just…I can go be Venus Grant tomorrow. Tonight, I just want one more night as Venus Christensen.” She feels a tear forming, but she stares upward to dry it out. When she finishes fixing it, she looks over at Link, who is lost in thought. He feels her looking at him and produces an “It’s alright” smile, then scoots onto the beach towel beside Venus.
The Christensens spend their final night on the beach, just watching the waves until they fall asleep together. They are woken by the sunrise bathing them in light. They yawn and stretch, then, caught up in the splendid beauty, linger a while watching the morning being born, then head back to their room, their death and rebirth as Grant Square still being processed in the back of their minds.
From: “Venus Grant” (venus@legacymanagement.com[/u])
To: “Kid Dynamo” (dynamo@legacymanagement.com[/u])
Subject: RE: Second Promo
I will win the crowd. I will give them something they’ve never seen before. – Maximus Decimus Meridius
VG
>>>Original Message
>>>From: dynamo@legacymanagement.com
>>>To: venus@legacymanagement.com
>>>Subject: Second Promo
>>>Hey Venus. Just wanted to remind you that I thought you should take lead whenever y’all do #2. You’ll be great, but just try to take a couple
>>>days to really figure out who you are as a speaker. Like I said, the best wrestlers these days also have to bring the mic work, and they all
>>>had a voice that others could not duplicate. I can tell you I wasn’t unique enough, and that’s why I’m just as experienced in the big leagues
>>>as you two.
>>>Good luck and find your voice.
>>>Brad/KD
>>>”Then listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn’t the best because I killed quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd,
>>>win your freedom.” – Antonius Proximo[/font]
[glow=maroon,2,300]Stupid Army dad. “Always be fifteen minutes early to everything.” “If you’re on time, you’re late.” A lot of good that’s doing me now![/glow]
A frustrated and impatient Venus Grant sits on a comfortable leather couch opposite her husband, who is sampling a leather chair-and-a-half.
“Okay, so you’re cool with me doing all the talking, right?” Venus asks for, literally, the eleventh time over the past 24 hours. “Of course. I think the one-and-one method works. It’s not like our Overdrive slot where we have only one chance to get on camera. I had my fun, you have yours. Besides, don’t I get the chance to tell you YOU suck?” Link follows his comments with a toothy grin to ensure Venus catches the playful tone of his mock anger.
“Well can you read off your notes from their promos again?” Link sighs; this is ALSO something that has happened repeatedly, but he smiles because he knows she will always be a little nervous speaking on camera, and it’s just one more thing to love about her. No matter how beautiful, how talented, how popular she ever got, she was always so nervous, like it was all meant for someone else who would show up one day and take over as the person meant to be Venus Grant.
The door into the room bursts open, and a small man holding a clipboard and wearing a headset walks in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. and Ms. Grant. The room is open to you now. Will we be using the same background as before?”
Venus and Link stand up. “No. Chris Castillo was supposed to send you a different background to use.”
The man looks through the papers on his clipboard. “Hmmm…let me check my e-mail.” Venus assumes a VERY frustrated “are you KIDDING me?” posture as the man rushes into the room. After a few seconds, he calls out “Here it is! You’re good! Just gimme a second to load it while you guys get in position.”
Link takes off the track pants he was wearing to be in his standard wrestling garb (though both sport “Survive and Conquer” T-shirts over their wrestling outfits), and they get into position in front of the camera with Venus in the foreground.
“Growing up a wrestling fan, I have always felt like there was…something more in the ring than just a sport, something more than just two or more sweaty bodies getting wrapped up and tossed around. There’s magic inside a wrestling ring, and there’s magic in the wrestling arena. Last time you saw us, Link talked about it, talked about the energy and electricity that was in the air as I went out to debut. The APW fans are really the best in the business, and it was SO great to get to work for you, and to get to do it again.
“Everyone we talk to says we should be scared right now. They are all like “Rico is SUCH a monster! He’s big, mean, AND CRAZY!” They look at little 5’5” me, and they look over to my 230-pound white knight and they can’t imagine how we could win, much less survive. Morrison, too, is a creepy kind of crazy that makes people wonder if he’s just going to break someone’s neck in the ring just because he can. Everyone says we’re being fed to the wolves, with the Martyrs themselves soaking it up. These two guys are two very different kinds of crazy, yet they still managed to say the same thing.”
Link walks forward to impersonate the opponents. “This is a disgrace! We’re super badass and we took out the trash last time so why are we fighting more trash? We’ll kill them! KILL!” Link shakes his head and steps back.
“Link and I are walking into a death trap. APW gave a different team the title shot, and we, Grant Square, are going to be the victims of their anger at getting skipped. That’s the kind of stuff we keep hearing, and I bet we got the rest of the week to keep hearing it here in Miami.
“But, you know what? That’s just perfect for us.”
Link steps up again, now forming the character of an overly concerned…person. “But, Venus! Rico Casteel breaks mirrors! He makes his friends bleed! He’s put THOUSANDS of APW stars out of the business! And that’s not just big talk…IT’S THE TRUTH!
“And Morrison, well, he’s got VOICES! IN HIS HEAD! AND THEY TALK FOR HIM! And he and Rico run Asylum, BECAUSE IT’S FULL O’ CRAZY PEOPLE!
“And Don’t forget, Venus! They figured out our secret! They figured out that we’re only good because we’re MARRIED! How could we POSSIBLY win?”
Venus extends an arm out to tell Link to cut. “Okay, okay, I think they get it.
“All of this…this stuff is just GREAT for me and Link. I mean, look at us! There isn’t another tag team on Earth who can lay such a solid claim on ‘The Underdog’ card! Forget monsters and psychopaths, is there ANYONE we’d be expected to beat?
“But that…is where the magic lies. Professional wrestling is certainly not so simple that the biggest guy always wins. Why even play the game, right?
The truth is...there's something more going on in the wrestling ring. Us wrestlers are, like, live-action characters in a comic book or movie. It's a story in there, good and evil, hero and villain, unbeatable odds and somehow beating them. Isn't that always how great action stories end? The hero overcomes crazy odds and defeats seemingly invincible villains to save the day.
The thing that really makes me feel like this is really happening is how generic you two are. I mean, Rico, do you know HOW MUCH video footage Link, Dynamo and I could find on big wrestlers talking crap about other guys they've injured or forced into retiring? Mike, do you know HOW MANY TIMES we could find footage of a guy who was "clearly" crazy?
Wait, what's that line? "Crazy people don't know they're crazy"?
You two are carbon copies of "the monster" and "the crazy guy", and as much as I want to look at the two of you and really fear for my life, I just look at you two, and...well, I see comic book villains. You guys are mean, angry, imposing...
...and destined to lose. The bad guys lose. They ALWAYS lose. The heroes win. they ALWAYS win. It doesn't matter how big and bad the bad guys are, and it doesn't matter if the good guys...well if they look like us. In the story, the good guys win.
Now, I'd love to explain it to you, and tell you exactly how we are going to overcome the Martyrs. But, see, that's the beauty of it. You glossed over it, but what Link lives by is true. All of us are just three seconds from a win.
But, for me, it's a step further. I'm not walking into that ring thinking about how I can sneak a three-count on one of you, or how I can surprise you with a VTD or Grant Finale and knock the wind out and pin you. I'm walking into that arena thinking, 'I don't know HOW it's gonna happen, but it's GONNA happen. Call it fate, call it destiny...the good guys win. It's not even about me and Lincoln by ourselves. We are just benefiting off of a simple truth that can not be repeated enough...
...the good guys win.
So Rico, Mike, APW, and guests for the Survive and Conquer match, I want to end by introducing myself. I am Venus Grant, and I am a female wrestler the likes of which you have never seen before. My partner is Lincoln Grant, a powerhouse that has been perpetually underestimated and has perpetually proven people wrong. We are Grant Square...
...and we are going to win on Sunday night, not because we're bigger, not because we're better, but because it's just the way it is.
Rico and Mike, you wanted a tag team worth your time? Well,...
(both Lincoln and Venus)...Your wish has been GRANTed!
The team share a high-five as the scene fades out.
To: “Venus Grant” (venus@legacymanagement.com[/u]); “Lincoln Grant” (link@legacymanagement.com[/u])
Subject: Tomorrow
Thanks for letting me know you guys made it into Miami!
We have a promo scheduled for tomorrow morning at 1100 at the THQ on 6th & Marino. No Cindy or Shane; just you two getting your share of the spotlight before the big show! Good luck!
P.H. Jeff is already piling on the interviews and meet-and-greets so get a good night’s sleep! Hope you like your digs!
“Agent Chris”
sent from my iPhone[/font]
The scene opens to a beach at night. The only sound is the waves gently crashing on the sand. It is the absolute definition of tranquility.
A man walks into the shot – Lincoln Grant – wearing a plain white T-shirt and black bathing suit. He keeps walking and the view follows him until he comes across a figure lying in the sand on a leopard-print beach towel.
Venus looks up at her husband and smiles before looking back out at the water. She is wearing a brown and white floral one-piece with black shorts. She has a half-full champagne glass in her left hand. “What are you up to out here, honey?” Link asks as he approaches her and sits beside her on the beach. “I was looking for you all over. I was hoping we could get to bed a little early tonight. Maybe get a workout in beforehand, though.”
Venus smiles back in acknowledgement of the innuendo, but the smile disappears and she looks out to sea again. Right before crossing the line of testing her husband’s patience, she speaks, “I just wanted to come out here.” She sounds as if there is more to this soliloquy, but she pauses for a long time before speaking again.
“We don’t have kids, and I don’t know if we ever will. We don’t have families; they all pretty much quit on us when we left for Lhunder’s dojo. The only friends we have were made within the past year of training in Japan and fighting in America.
“Professional wrestling has become the only thing that we are now, you know? So many people like us go out and they…they play a role. They wear a mask or they just make a mask of themselves and…it’s not real for them. They walk backstage and they call their families and their kids tell them how awesome they were and their wives tell them about all the chores left for them when they get home and…that’s who they are.”
Link exchanges his smile for a look of concern as she speaks. He goes to hold her hand before asking “what are you saying, honey? Isn’t this life what you want?” Venus breaks from her meditative stare and looks at him. [glow=maroon,2,300]Oh geez, I didn’t mean to worry you, Link. I just…goddammit, how do you explain something like this?[/glow] She flashes an apologetic half-smile that seems to cool Link’s worry.
“Baby, no, it’s not that! I love this life already and I love you and I love that we’re here in Miami and everything. It’s just…I…” Link allows his insides to writhe in anticipatory agony as he tries to be patient and let her finish her thought.
“We aren’t who we were anymore. We aren’t…
“Venus Demilo Christensen is going to die tonight.”
Lincoln looks confused. “What are you talking about? It’s not like this is your debut this Sunday.” Venus appears frustrated; not at her husband for his lack of understanding her thoughts, but more at her own inability to put it into words. “That was a non-televised tryout match against the worst champion in APW history. There was no build-up, no anything. It was an evening out. It’s…different now, from now on.
“Tomorrow, we are going to wake up, and we are going to go do an interview as Grant Square, and we are going to appear on radio shows and TV shows and at malls and gyms and everywhere…as Venus and Lincoln Grant. There’s no one back home to bring us back. Hell, they don’t have a home anyway. The Grants? They live in that ring, whereever it ends up. They’re fine. They’re happy.”
Venus takes a big sip of the champagne then looks back out at the crashing waves.
“I just…I can go be Venus Grant tomorrow. Tonight, I just want one more night as Venus Christensen.” She feels a tear forming, but she stares upward to dry it out. When she finishes fixing it, she looks over at Link, who is lost in thought. He feels her looking at him and produces an “It’s alright” smile, then scoots onto the beach towel beside Venus.
The Christensens spend their final night on the beach, just watching the waves until they fall asleep together. They are woken by the sunrise bathing them in light. They yawn and stretch, then, caught up in the splendid beauty, linger a while watching the morning being born, then head back to their room, their death and rebirth as Grant Square still being processed in the back of their minds.
From: “Venus Grant” (venus@legacymanagement.com[/u])
To: “Kid Dynamo” (dynamo@legacymanagement.com[/u])
Subject: RE: Second Promo
I will win the crowd. I will give them something they’ve never seen before. – Maximus Decimus Meridius
VG
>>>Original Message
>>>From: dynamo@legacymanagement.com
>>>To: venus@legacymanagement.com
>>>Subject: Second Promo
>>>Hey Venus. Just wanted to remind you that I thought you should take lead whenever y’all do #2. You’ll be great, but just try to take a couple
>>>days to really figure out who you are as a speaker. Like I said, the best wrestlers these days also have to bring the mic work, and they all
>>>had a voice that others could not duplicate. I can tell you I wasn’t unique enough, and that’s why I’m just as experienced in the big leagues
>>>as you two.
>>>Good luck and find your voice.
>>>Brad/KD
>>>”Then listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn’t the best because I killed quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd,
>>>win your freedom.” – Antonius Proximo[/font]
[glow=maroon,2,300]Stupid Army dad. “Always be fifteen minutes early to everything.” “If you’re on time, you’re late.” A lot of good that’s doing me now![/glow]
A frustrated and impatient Venus Grant sits on a comfortable leather couch opposite her husband, who is sampling a leather chair-and-a-half.
“Okay, so you’re cool with me doing all the talking, right?” Venus asks for, literally, the eleventh time over the past 24 hours. “Of course. I think the one-and-one method works. It’s not like our Overdrive slot where we have only one chance to get on camera. I had my fun, you have yours. Besides, don’t I get the chance to tell you YOU suck?” Link follows his comments with a toothy grin to ensure Venus catches the playful tone of his mock anger.
“Well can you read off your notes from their promos again?” Link sighs; this is ALSO something that has happened repeatedly, but he smiles because he knows she will always be a little nervous speaking on camera, and it’s just one more thing to love about her. No matter how beautiful, how talented, how popular she ever got, she was always so nervous, like it was all meant for someone else who would show up one day and take over as the person meant to be Venus Grant.
The door into the room bursts open, and a small man holding a clipboard and wearing a headset walks in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. and Ms. Grant. The room is open to you now. Will we be using the same background as before?”
Venus and Link stand up. “No. Chris Castillo was supposed to send you a different background to use.”
The man looks through the papers on his clipboard. “Hmmm…let me check my e-mail.” Venus assumes a VERY frustrated “are you KIDDING me?” posture as the man rushes into the room. After a few seconds, he calls out “Here it is! You’re good! Just gimme a second to load it while you guys get in position.”
Link takes off the track pants he was wearing to be in his standard wrestling garb (though both sport “Survive and Conquer” T-shirts over their wrestling outfits), and they get into position in front of the camera with Venus in the foreground.
“Growing up a wrestling fan, I have always felt like there was…something more in the ring than just a sport, something more than just two or more sweaty bodies getting wrapped up and tossed around. There’s magic inside a wrestling ring, and there’s magic in the wrestling arena. Last time you saw us, Link talked about it, talked about the energy and electricity that was in the air as I went out to debut. The APW fans are really the best in the business, and it was SO great to get to work for you, and to get to do it again.
“Everyone we talk to says we should be scared right now. They are all like “Rico is SUCH a monster! He’s big, mean, AND CRAZY!” They look at little 5’5” me, and they look over to my 230-pound white knight and they can’t imagine how we could win, much less survive. Morrison, too, is a creepy kind of crazy that makes people wonder if he’s just going to break someone’s neck in the ring just because he can. Everyone says we’re being fed to the wolves, with the Martyrs themselves soaking it up. These two guys are two very different kinds of crazy, yet they still managed to say the same thing.”
Link walks forward to impersonate the opponents. “This is a disgrace! We’re super badass and we took out the trash last time so why are we fighting more trash? We’ll kill them! KILL!” Link shakes his head and steps back.
“Link and I are walking into a death trap. APW gave a different team the title shot, and we, Grant Square, are going to be the victims of their anger at getting skipped. That’s the kind of stuff we keep hearing, and I bet we got the rest of the week to keep hearing it here in Miami.
“But, you know what? That’s just perfect for us.”
Link steps up again, now forming the character of an overly concerned…person. “But, Venus! Rico Casteel breaks mirrors! He makes his friends bleed! He’s put THOUSANDS of APW stars out of the business! And that’s not just big talk…IT’S THE TRUTH!
“And Morrison, well, he’s got VOICES! IN HIS HEAD! AND THEY TALK FOR HIM! And he and Rico run Asylum, BECAUSE IT’S FULL O’ CRAZY PEOPLE!
“And Don’t forget, Venus! They figured out our secret! They figured out that we’re only good because we’re MARRIED! How could we POSSIBLY win?”
Venus extends an arm out to tell Link to cut. “Okay, okay, I think they get it.
“All of this…this stuff is just GREAT for me and Link. I mean, look at us! There isn’t another tag team on Earth who can lay such a solid claim on ‘The Underdog’ card! Forget monsters and psychopaths, is there ANYONE we’d be expected to beat?
“But that…is where the magic lies. Professional wrestling is certainly not so simple that the biggest guy always wins. Why even play the game, right?
The truth is...there's something more going on in the wrestling ring. Us wrestlers are, like, live-action characters in a comic book or movie. It's a story in there, good and evil, hero and villain, unbeatable odds and somehow beating them. Isn't that always how great action stories end? The hero overcomes crazy odds and defeats seemingly invincible villains to save the day.
The thing that really makes me feel like this is really happening is how generic you two are. I mean, Rico, do you know HOW MUCH video footage Link, Dynamo and I could find on big wrestlers talking crap about other guys they've injured or forced into retiring? Mike, do you know HOW MANY TIMES we could find footage of a guy who was "clearly" crazy?
Wait, what's that line? "Crazy people don't know they're crazy"?
You two are carbon copies of "the monster" and "the crazy guy", and as much as I want to look at the two of you and really fear for my life, I just look at you two, and...well, I see comic book villains. You guys are mean, angry, imposing...
...and destined to lose. The bad guys lose. They ALWAYS lose. The heroes win. they ALWAYS win. It doesn't matter how big and bad the bad guys are, and it doesn't matter if the good guys...well if they look like us. In the story, the good guys win.
Now, I'd love to explain it to you, and tell you exactly how we are going to overcome the Martyrs. But, see, that's the beauty of it. You glossed over it, but what Link lives by is true. All of us are just three seconds from a win.
But, for me, it's a step further. I'm not walking into that ring thinking about how I can sneak a three-count on one of you, or how I can surprise you with a VTD or Grant Finale and knock the wind out and pin you. I'm walking into that arena thinking, 'I don't know HOW it's gonna happen, but it's GONNA happen. Call it fate, call it destiny...the good guys win. It's not even about me and Lincoln by ourselves. We are just benefiting off of a simple truth that can not be repeated enough...
...the good guys win.
So Rico, Mike, APW, and guests for the Survive and Conquer match, I want to end by introducing myself. I am Venus Grant, and I am a female wrestler the likes of which you have never seen before. My partner is Lincoln Grant, a powerhouse that has been perpetually underestimated and has perpetually proven people wrong. We are Grant Square...
...and we are going to win on Sunday night, not because we're bigger, not because we're better, but because it's just the way it is.
Rico and Mike, you wanted a tag team worth your time? Well,...
(both Lincoln and Venus)...Your wish has been GRANTed!
The team share a high-five as the scene fades out.
