Post by C.J. Gates on Jul 22, 2010 20:42:10 GMT -4
(The scene opens up in the backstage area. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, just a quiet day with the large security guards standing by the door, making sure no unwanted persons come inside. After a few moments, the door in question swings outward, and in steps a short man beaming of confidence, wearing a cowboy hat, black pants, and a black dress shirt. Over his shoulder is what looks to be a gym bag. He enters the area and goes to move forward, but is quickly squashed back by the security guard. The man tries to walk around the security guard, but again he is squashed back.)
Man: Hey! What's the big idea?
Security Guard: Only authorized personnel are allowed in this area.
Man: Well, I should be authorized! I got a phone call this morning to come down here for a lunch meeting!
(The security guard looks down at the man. He doesn't say anything and continues to stand in the mans way.)
Man: Hey! Big ape! Get out of the way. I don't want to be late and ruin my shot.
(The guards eyebrows raise at the 'big ape' comment, but again he doesn't say anything. He merely puffs out his chest a bit.)
Man: Don't you know who I am? I'm C.J. Gates! I'm the next big thing to come along. The up-and-comer! The future!
(The man, C.J. Gates, tries to get by the guard, but is again pushed back, this time with a bit more force. The security guard glares down at Gates.)
Security Guard: Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Gates. But it doesn't appear as though your name is on the list.
(The last few words were almost spit at Gates.)
C.J. Gates: Well...Look, I can prove it. I've got the call record this morning...
(As he talks he tries to turn on his phone, but it doesn't seem to be working. He tries again, but again, no result.)
C.J. Gates: Okay, well, my phones not working right now. But I swear I'm supposed to be here! Can't you call someone or something? Ask them about me? Realize I'm supposed to be here?
Security Guard: Oh, I could do that.
(Nobody moves. Gates glances around.)
C.J. Gates: Today?
Security Guard: I could...but I'm just a big ape. I don't know how to use the phone.
(A bit of sarcasm can be heard in the guards voice, and Gates can only nod his head.)
C.J. Gates: Ok, Ok...I guess I deserved that. Give me a few moments, and I'll come back with some proof.
(Gates turns and leaves through the same door he entered through. Now, he stands outside in the parking area with the gym bag over his shoulder. He places the bag down on the ground and begins pacing back and forth, talking to himself.)
C.J. Gates: Well, I guess it could have been worse. I guess I could have been thrown out by that big ape. But now I'm left with the impossible task of finding the proof so that I can get in there to the meeting. I need this contract. I've been trying to find a place to call home for awhile now, and this could be it. I can't let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
But how...
(He stops as he passes his bag and stoops down to root inside the pockets. He stands back up, shaking his head in disappointment.)
C.J. Gates: Well, I might not be able to get inside right now, but I will eventually. And when I do, everyone will have to be ready for what I have in store for them. I know I look small, and I look like a pushover. But I assure you, that I am anything but. Now, this is where I could list off all the reasons I am going to dominate, each and every statistic about me that makes me better than anyone else....but I won't.
Why give away all of my secrets? Why let everyone know just what I am made of? It's much more fun to just wait and show everyone. Much more fun to just....shock and awe. To let the entire world watch as I make some poor schmoe an example of my excellent skills. As I fly higher than high and leave boot prints in the opponents. I don't mess around. I don't take this as some sort of past time hobby to keep my mind occupied.
This is my life. This is my job. This is what I love to do. And each and every schmoe that gets in my way between now and my retirement will realize that. And since my retirement isn't even being discussed...well...lets just say that a lot of nobodies are going to get trashed and thrashed to the best of my ability. Like my family always says, "go big or go home". There's no sense getting into that ring and half-assing your way to a win. Not when there is always the opportunity to blitz the opponent, to electrify the fans. To imprint my name in the cloth of this company before that cloth is even finished.
But that's what I am all about. That's what C.J. Gates is all about.
I just hope that big ape was telling the truth...cause if he wasn't, I'm going to be insanely pissed. Doesn't he know that you can't just miss lunch meetings? I guess he doesn't, considering he's a security guard, but still! I'm sorry, I'm off on a tangent. But it's just pissing me off, you know? If I had my posse here, things would have gone down different. My security would have messed that guy UP!
(He pauses as he looks back at the building, shaking his head.)
C.J. Gates: So I'll leave you with that. Because right now, I have a bit more to do before I can officially kick asses and take names.
So, I guess what I'm trying to say...is that everyone has been put on notice. If anyone wishes to mock me, to harass me, to make fun of me, then they can prepare themselves for a whirlwind of an ass kicking inside of that ring, C.J. Gates style.
(He smiles as he folds his arms over his chest.)
C.J. Gates: Hopefully none of you are THAT stupid. But I guess I can't judge just yet. Catch y'all in the building....
If I can get inside...
(The scene fades to black as Gates is still contemplating on how to get inside.)
Man: Hey! What's the big idea?
Security Guard: Only authorized personnel are allowed in this area.
Man: Well, I should be authorized! I got a phone call this morning to come down here for a lunch meeting!
(The security guard looks down at the man. He doesn't say anything and continues to stand in the mans way.)
Man: Hey! Big ape! Get out of the way. I don't want to be late and ruin my shot.
(The guards eyebrows raise at the 'big ape' comment, but again he doesn't say anything. He merely puffs out his chest a bit.)
Man: Don't you know who I am? I'm C.J. Gates! I'm the next big thing to come along. The up-and-comer! The future!
(The man, C.J. Gates, tries to get by the guard, but is again pushed back, this time with a bit more force. The security guard glares down at Gates.)
Security Guard: Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Gates. But it doesn't appear as though your name is on the list.
(The last few words were almost spit at Gates.)
C.J. Gates: Well...Look, I can prove it. I've got the call record this morning...
(As he talks he tries to turn on his phone, but it doesn't seem to be working. He tries again, but again, no result.)
C.J. Gates: Okay, well, my phones not working right now. But I swear I'm supposed to be here! Can't you call someone or something? Ask them about me? Realize I'm supposed to be here?
Security Guard: Oh, I could do that.
(Nobody moves. Gates glances around.)
C.J. Gates: Today?
Security Guard: I could...but I'm just a big ape. I don't know how to use the phone.
(A bit of sarcasm can be heard in the guards voice, and Gates can only nod his head.)
C.J. Gates: Ok, Ok...I guess I deserved that. Give me a few moments, and I'll come back with some proof.
(Gates turns and leaves through the same door he entered through. Now, he stands outside in the parking area with the gym bag over his shoulder. He places the bag down on the ground and begins pacing back and forth, talking to himself.)
C.J. Gates: Well, I guess it could have been worse. I guess I could have been thrown out by that big ape. But now I'm left with the impossible task of finding the proof so that I can get in there to the meeting. I need this contract. I've been trying to find a place to call home for awhile now, and this could be it. I can't let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
But how...
(He stops as he passes his bag and stoops down to root inside the pockets. He stands back up, shaking his head in disappointment.)
C.J. Gates: Well, I might not be able to get inside right now, but I will eventually. And when I do, everyone will have to be ready for what I have in store for them. I know I look small, and I look like a pushover. But I assure you, that I am anything but. Now, this is where I could list off all the reasons I am going to dominate, each and every statistic about me that makes me better than anyone else....but I won't.
Why give away all of my secrets? Why let everyone know just what I am made of? It's much more fun to just wait and show everyone. Much more fun to just....shock and awe. To let the entire world watch as I make some poor schmoe an example of my excellent skills. As I fly higher than high and leave boot prints in the opponents. I don't mess around. I don't take this as some sort of past time hobby to keep my mind occupied.
This is my life. This is my job. This is what I love to do. And each and every schmoe that gets in my way between now and my retirement will realize that. And since my retirement isn't even being discussed...well...lets just say that a lot of nobodies are going to get trashed and thrashed to the best of my ability. Like my family always says, "go big or go home". There's no sense getting into that ring and half-assing your way to a win. Not when there is always the opportunity to blitz the opponent, to electrify the fans. To imprint my name in the cloth of this company before that cloth is even finished.
But that's what I am all about. That's what C.J. Gates is all about.
I just hope that big ape was telling the truth...cause if he wasn't, I'm going to be insanely pissed. Doesn't he know that you can't just miss lunch meetings? I guess he doesn't, considering he's a security guard, but still! I'm sorry, I'm off on a tangent. But it's just pissing me off, you know? If I had my posse here, things would have gone down different. My security would have messed that guy UP!
(He pauses as he looks back at the building, shaking his head.)
C.J. Gates: So I'll leave you with that. Because right now, I have a bit more to do before I can officially kick asses and take names.
So, I guess what I'm trying to say...is that everyone has been put on notice. If anyone wishes to mock me, to harass me, to make fun of me, then they can prepare themselves for a whirlwind of an ass kicking inside of that ring, C.J. Gates style.
(He smiles as he folds his arms over his chest.)
C.J. Gates: Hopefully none of you are THAT stupid. But I guess I can't judge just yet. Catch y'all in the building....
If I can get inside...
(The scene fades to black as Gates is still contemplating on how to get inside.)
