Post by Davey Ortega on Nov 10, 2013 22:56:24 GMT
The scene opens inside Davey's office, the light on the answering machine flashing. The door soon opens and the light turned on as Cass enters looking exhausted. She heads toward the desk before hearing
And check for messages!
The command was faint but audible. She pressed the play button hearing the tape rewind. Though it quickly faded into back round noise as she noticed an envelop on the desk. She picks it up observing it. It's only addressed to Davey, looking as if it was hand delivered to this spot. She looks like she is about to open it until a familiar voice stops her.
Davey...
The voice belonged to James Preston. Her predecessor of sorts. She turned her attention to the answering machine where the voice was resonating.
...Davey...alright. Yes it's me. Normally I wouldn't get involved but I just saw who you have hired. You can't trust her, Davey. I know you are not going to believe this but it's her. Davey it's her it's...
Message erased.
Cass stood in horror as she removed her finger from the button. She quickly turns her head scanning the immediate area, making sure no one over heard the brief message. She let out a sigh knowing she was alone and quickly exited the office envelope in hand. She walks down the hallway passing some doors untill reaching the fifth on the right, opening it seeing Jason and Davey watching the TV. Jason notices Cass and motions her to him. She walks to him as her eyes follow his to the television.
News Anchor: ...And in other news IWF Superstar and owner of The Casino, Davey Ortega had a class action lawsuit filed against him today with alleged assault charges. Victims say they were ambushed by a barrage of golf balls. An attack allegedly commanded by Davey Ortega. More on this story when it develops.
Davey turns the TV off, tossing the remote on couch as he plops on the chair, exhausted from prior weeks.
Davey: Great. One hell of a way too find out you are being sued. Oh well, least I made national news. Did my lawyer call, Cass?
Cass: No. No messages at all.
Davey: Well when he does tell him he's fired.
Cass: Noted. This was on your desk. It has no return address.
She walks over to Davey, who has his hand extended. He takes the envelop from her giving it a once over before he opens it pulling out the contents. He unfolds the paper, reading the text. He soon looks highly interested in what it says, looking at the other paper after reading the letter.
Cass: Who is it from?
Davey: An old...friend of mine. Good news, I am no longer disheartened about the events of the convent.
Davey gets up from the chair, leaving the letter on the arm rest but taking the other paper with him to the window. Jason and Cass walk to the chair, Cass quickly snatches the letter, wanting to know if the friend was who she thought it was. She glances the letter only to find a name at the bottom...
Cass: Who is E. Price?
Davey: The aforementioned friend. Helped him out of a jam about a year back, he's owed me and it looks like he wants pay his debt in a big way.
Cass: He just knows of some property. Besides you have a lawsuit on your hands, do you really think this is the time to be thinking of expansion.
Davey: The lawsuit is petty and well be dealt with as such. I have bigger ambitions then pleasing the trespassers who was given ample time to leave. The property is important because of the location and the name attached to it.
Cass walks to Davey, handing the letter to Jason so he can read it. Jason opts to walk with her scanning the words. Davey hands the other piece of paper to Cass before gazing out the window.
Cass: Las Vegas?
Davey: Yes, Vegas. Some call it Sin City, I call it home. Ever since my fall from grace years ago I have not been able to secure prime Strip property. My former casino was a beautiful edifice that stood proudly at the center. drawing in thousands of people day and night. Having to live here, I have grown to appreciate what I had. I have wanted to go home for a long time and now that opportunity has landed in my lap, literally. I'm going to pursue it, because if I am successful in acquiring it I will return to Vegas the talk of the town.
Cass: ...Wait...is this the...
Davey: One in the same.
Jason leans over, reading the paper in Cass's hand.
Jason: But...she's on the roster. One hell of an up and coming Diamond.
Davey: Really, Jason? You haven't said anything this whole time and that is the pearl of wisdom you chime in with? I know who she is. And whats better I know why Mr. Price delivered this information to me. We need to make some arrangements, kids. I have a feeling I am going home very soon.
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Do you believe now? Last week I put down a man who many call an uncrowned champion. I drove my shoulder into his rib cage and beat Xavier Cross. I hope that sent a resounding message to The Rebellion as they call themselves. I am not going to aid in your cause, or come down that ring as a hero when the odds turn against you Monday Night. I may want Spike Kanes head on a sterling silver platter but I will not fend off his wolves when they are ripping you limb from limb.
Wolves he has trained to attack on the spot.
Like last week, when my victory over Cross will forever be tainted. Ryan Blade, for weeks now you have faded into the shadow that Spike casts, seemingly content with holding two IWF titles hostage. Until you emerged from the crowd last week, and back onto my radar. I don't know what Spike has told you, why you are now trying to paint me in the same corner you painted Alex Jones but I can tell you it will not work. All you did last Monday was seal your fate, because now I have a time frame. No more going week to week wondering when I will get my shot, now I know. Though what is more important is that he knows.
He set it up.
Spike, last week you stood on the ramp, title slung over your shoulder clapping away. Maybe you were applauding at your guy screwing Cross, perhaps you were mocking me though at the end of the day we know one thing is true, The Extermination Event. You can no longer ignore me, can no longer pretend I haven't been here all along screaming your name. In two weeks you will be forced to hear me, me and everyone else you have wronged. When I get my hands on your Spike I do not intend on letting go. I will make you suffer for every slight, ever screw job. That is the motivation I have, the drive that pushes me to do truly awesome things. In two weeks I am going to etch my name on the top of this company...but this week I am going to do something awesome.
Steve, it's been a long time. I haven't seen you in almost five years, and here you are in IWF and I didn't get so much as a phone call. Sort of reminds me when I was going through my dark times...when I never got a call or even so much as a letter then. I thought we were friends, Steve. After all it was me who plucked you and your partner from tag team mediocrity when I reformed my Empire to battle the AotR threat. I gave you a greater purpose than owning a lackluster division. Hell, the four years after that was the Era of Awesome according to you. I see that arrogance is still there, budding as each day progresses. Though you are wrong on a few things.
Some things may never change as you stated last week but let me assure you some things have changed. Like me, if you haven't noticed I am not the same person I was in nCw. I am more determined now than ever before, in fact some people even say I am obsessed with my goal. They may be right but hey, why argue with results. And that is what I am producing Steve, results. Every night I go out there and I get the job done, I have not let a single thing assuage me from what I want and I am not about to start now.
Steve this week you will question your own mantra, I am going to make sure of that. You say you don't have to prove a thing, that this company was built on the foundations of nCw, and nCw you built. The pure ignorance of that statement tells me you yourself have not changed in five years. You are looking at one of the founding fathers of nCw. My blood, sweat, and tears were paved in the first Road to the Gold. I forged a new path when I created The Empire. Steve your reality is about to undergo a major paradigm shift when you realize the only reason you were great then was because of my absence. Had those years not been robbed from me I would of taken nCw to unparalleled heights, to places that even you Steve couldn't fathom.
This Monday Night you will leave knowing you were never really the best, you were just the best they had then. I am going to test everything you claim to possess. You will need to call upon all the skills and experience because I'm not the lord of the mustache. I do not depend on the average to get by. You know this Steve, you know that I need to be better than awesome and anything less than will not do. I need to make history Steve, stamp my name on IWF and cleanse my legacy in nCw.
It started with Mike Laszlo, a man I couldn't best in nCw
Continued with Cross last week...
And this week is your turn. An old nCw favorite who thinks he is so high above me, an arrogant man who needs to be yanked off his pedestal. I'm going to knock you down a peg or two, Awesome. I'm going to show you that all your accolades from nCw will only get you so far. Your name alone has brought you to me, and I will expose all your short comings one by one. You are an example waiting to be made, of what happens to those who choose to live in the fantasy world relying on what they did years ago. Steve in the four months I have been here I have participated in the first ever Maximum Endurance match, and I have qualified to be in the Extermination Event, an event that rivals Heir to the Throne. Long story short I am becoming something of a big deal around here, something I plan on being for a long time.
In two weeks I plan on exiting Extinction Event with my hands full. In one, my coveted prize...the head of Spike Kane, and in the other everyone's coveted prize...the Imperial Championship.
A-llonsy
And check for messages!
The command was faint but audible. She pressed the play button hearing the tape rewind. Though it quickly faded into back round noise as she noticed an envelop on the desk. She picks it up observing it. It's only addressed to Davey, looking as if it was hand delivered to this spot. She looks like she is about to open it until a familiar voice stops her.
Davey...
The voice belonged to James Preston. Her predecessor of sorts. She turned her attention to the answering machine where the voice was resonating.
...Davey...alright. Yes it's me. Normally I wouldn't get involved but I just saw who you have hired. You can't trust her, Davey. I know you are not going to believe this but it's her. Davey it's her it's...
Message erased.
Cass stood in horror as she removed her finger from the button. She quickly turns her head scanning the immediate area, making sure no one over heard the brief message. She let out a sigh knowing she was alone and quickly exited the office envelope in hand. She walks down the hallway passing some doors untill reaching the fifth on the right, opening it seeing Jason and Davey watching the TV. Jason notices Cass and motions her to him. She walks to him as her eyes follow his to the television.
News Anchor: ...And in other news IWF Superstar and owner of The Casino, Davey Ortega had a class action lawsuit filed against him today with alleged assault charges. Victims say they were ambushed by a barrage of golf balls. An attack allegedly commanded by Davey Ortega. More on this story when it develops.
Davey turns the TV off, tossing the remote on couch as he plops on the chair, exhausted from prior weeks.
Davey: Great. One hell of a way too find out you are being sued. Oh well, least I made national news. Did my lawyer call, Cass?
Cass: No. No messages at all.
Davey: Well when he does tell him he's fired.
Cass: Noted. This was on your desk. It has no return address.
She walks over to Davey, who has his hand extended. He takes the envelop from her giving it a once over before he opens it pulling out the contents. He unfolds the paper, reading the text. He soon looks highly interested in what it says, looking at the other paper after reading the letter.
Cass: Who is it from?
Davey: An old...friend of mine. Good news, I am no longer disheartened about the events of the convent.
Davey gets up from the chair, leaving the letter on the arm rest but taking the other paper with him to the window. Jason and Cass walk to the chair, Cass quickly snatches the letter, wanting to know if the friend was who she thought it was. She glances the letter only to find a name at the bottom...
Cass: Who is E. Price?
Davey: The aforementioned friend. Helped him out of a jam about a year back, he's owed me and it looks like he wants pay his debt in a big way.
Cass: He just knows of some property. Besides you have a lawsuit on your hands, do you really think this is the time to be thinking of expansion.
Davey: The lawsuit is petty and well be dealt with as such. I have bigger ambitions then pleasing the trespassers who was given ample time to leave. The property is important because of the location and the name attached to it.
Cass walks to Davey, handing the letter to Jason so he can read it. Jason opts to walk with her scanning the words. Davey hands the other piece of paper to Cass before gazing out the window.
Cass: Las Vegas?
Davey: Yes, Vegas. Some call it Sin City, I call it home. Ever since my fall from grace years ago I have not been able to secure prime Strip property. My former casino was a beautiful edifice that stood proudly at the center. drawing in thousands of people day and night. Having to live here, I have grown to appreciate what I had. I have wanted to go home for a long time and now that opportunity has landed in my lap, literally. I'm going to pursue it, because if I am successful in acquiring it I will return to Vegas the talk of the town.
Cass: ...Wait...is this the...
Davey: One in the same.
Jason leans over, reading the paper in Cass's hand.
Jason: But...she's on the roster. One hell of an up and coming Diamond.
Davey: Really, Jason? You haven't said anything this whole time and that is the pearl of wisdom you chime in with? I know who she is. And whats better I know why Mr. Price delivered this information to me. We need to make some arrangements, kids. I have a feeling I am going home very soon.
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Do you believe now? Last week I put down a man who many call an uncrowned champion. I drove my shoulder into his rib cage and beat Xavier Cross. I hope that sent a resounding message to The Rebellion as they call themselves. I am not going to aid in your cause, or come down that ring as a hero when the odds turn against you Monday Night. I may want Spike Kanes head on a sterling silver platter but I will not fend off his wolves when they are ripping you limb from limb.
Wolves he has trained to attack on the spot.
Like last week, when my victory over Cross will forever be tainted. Ryan Blade, for weeks now you have faded into the shadow that Spike casts, seemingly content with holding two IWF titles hostage. Until you emerged from the crowd last week, and back onto my radar. I don't know what Spike has told you, why you are now trying to paint me in the same corner you painted Alex Jones but I can tell you it will not work. All you did last Monday was seal your fate, because now I have a time frame. No more going week to week wondering when I will get my shot, now I know. Though what is more important is that he knows.
He set it up.
Spike, last week you stood on the ramp, title slung over your shoulder clapping away. Maybe you were applauding at your guy screwing Cross, perhaps you were mocking me though at the end of the day we know one thing is true, The Extermination Event. You can no longer ignore me, can no longer pretend I haven't been here all along screaming your name. In two weeks you will be forced to hear me, me and everyone else you have wronged. When I get my hands on your Spike I do not intend on letting go. I will make you suffer for every slight, ever screw job. That is the motivation I have, the drive that pushes me to do truly awesome things. In two weeks I am going to etch my name on the top of this company...but this week I am going to do something awesome.
Steve, it's been a long time. I haven't seen you in almost five years, and here you are in IWF and I didn't get so much as a phone call. Sort of reminds me when I was going through my dark times...when I never got a call or even so much as a letter then. I thought we were friends, Steve. After all it was me who plucked you and your partner from tag team mediocrity when I reformed my Empire to battle the AotR threat. I gave you a greater purpose than owning a lackluster division. Hell, the four years after that was the Era of Awesome according to you. I see that arrogance is still there, budding as each day progresses. Though you are wrong on a few things.
Some things may never change as you stated last week but let me assure you some things have changed. Like me, if you haven't noticed I am not the same person I was in nCw. I am more determined now than ever before, in fact some people even say I am obsessed with my goal. They may be right but hey, why argue with results. And that is what I am producing Steve, results. Every night I go out there and I get the job done, I have not let a single thing assuage me from what I want and I am not about to start now.
Steve this week you will question your own mantra, I am going to make sure of that. You say you don't have to prove a thing, that this company was built on the foundations of nCw, and nCw you built. The pure ignorance of that statement tells me you yourself have not changed in five years. You are looking at one of the founding fathers of nCw. My blood, sweat, and tears were paved in the first Road to the Gold. I forged a new path when I created The Empire. Steve your reality is about to undergo a major paradigm shift when you realize the only reason you were great then was because of my absence. Had those years not been robbed from me I would of taken nCw to unparalleled heights, to places that even you Steve couldn't fathom.
This Monday Night you will leave knowing you were never really the best, you were just the best they had then. I am going to test everything you claim to possess. You will need to call upon all the skills and experience because I'm not the lord of the mustache. I do not depend on the average to get by. You know this Steve, you know that I need to be better than awesome and anything less than will not do. I need to make history Steve, stamp my name on IWF and cleanse my legacy in nCw.
It started with Mike Laszlo, a man I couldn't best in nCw
Continued with Cross last week...
And this week is your turn. An old nCw favorite who thinks he is so high above me, an arrogant man who needs to be yanked off his pedestal. I'm going to knock you down a peg or two, Awesome. I'm going to show you that all your accolades from nCw will only get you so far. Your name alone has brought you to me, and I will expose all your short comings one by one. You are an example waiting to be made, of what happens to those who choose to live in the fantasy world relying on what they did years ago. Steve in the four months I have been here I have participated in the first ever Maximum Endurance match, and I have qualified to be in the Extermination Event, an event that rivals Heir to the Throne. Long story short I am becoming something of a big deal around here, something I plan on being for a long time.
In two weeks I plan on exiting Extinction Event with my hands full. In one, my coveted prize...the head of Spike Kane, and in the other everyone's coveted prize...the Imperial Championship.
A-llonsy
Well howdy there pardner.