Post by Gunner Hughes on Sept 10, 2012 20:46:38 GMT -5
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 him. 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 of you are watching this, hoping to size up the new blood in the WBSW.”
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 boys and girls, that feat will be next to impossible this soon into my WBSW career. Some of you might have built a reputation for yourselves here already. 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 WBSW seeking any of those things. I don’t care about any feuds or friendships that any of you have, and I don’t care how many matches you’ve won to get to where you are right now. 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've 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 do to each and every person who has the unfortunate task of fighting me. Every person on this planet has a weakness, and there is nobody who is better at finding those weaknesses than me. That’s what makes me so good at what I do.”
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’ve never really wasted my time with self-promotion, I usually just let my actions speak for themselves. In my line of work, if you reveal too much information to your target, it just makes the hunt that much more difficult. So I won’t sit here and reveal to you exactly what type of man I am or what is motivating me to want to join the WBSW…that will be up to all of you to figure out on your own. ”
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: “And the first man who will get a shot at doing that is the head of the WBSW security team…Mitch Thompson.”
The camera view slowly zooms in on him, showing a closeup of his face as he continues.
Gunner: “Mitch, you probably didn’t know this….but I was sitting in the crowd last week during WBSW Live, and I saw first-hand how you failed at your obligations of being the head of WBSW security. Those two clowns handed you and your entire team an ass whipping, and all you could do was lie down and accept it. You would never survive in my world Mitch. In fact, at the rate you’re going you’re not going to survive much longer in the WBSW either. Because I look at you, and I see a man who is scared. Scared of maintaining his role as the head of WBSW’s muscle, and scared of the challenges that await you if you continue down the path that our boss has sent you on.”
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: “Will you prove me wrong Mitch? Will you prove that I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, and that I’m completely wrong about you? Or maybe you’re already way ahead of me? Maybe you think you already have me figured out as well? Maybe you took a look around this room and at me, and you’ve already made your assumptions about what type of man I am. Maybe you 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.”
Gunner laughs once more.
Gunner: “Well that would all be fine by me Mitch, because at least then I’d know that you’re paying attention like you should be. 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 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, and 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 match and this company. Mitch Thompson, you and every other person on the WBSW roster are all up against a threat like none of you have ever seen.”
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 company? 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 boys and girls, and especially you Mitch, keep those wheels turning….keep trying to figure out the man who will be standing across the ring from you on WBSW Live.”
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’d be stupid enough to step on the same toes twice would you?”
Man: “Indeed not. 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 Mitch Thompson.”
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 of you are watching this, hoping to size up the new blood in the WBSW.”
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 boys and girls, that feat will be next to impossible this soon into my WBSW career. Some of you might have built a reputation for yourselves here already. 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 WBSW seeking any of those things. I don’t care about any feuds or friendships that any of you have, and I don’t care how many matches you’ve won to get to where you are right now. 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've 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 do to each and every person who has the unfortunate task of fighting me. Every person on this planet has a weakness, and there is nobody who is better at finding those weaknesses than me. That’s what makes me so good at what I do.”
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’ve never really wasted my time with self-promotion, I usually just let my actions speak for themselves. In my line of work, if you reveal too much information to your target, it just makes the hunt that much more difficult. So I won’t sit here and reveal to you exactly what type of man I am or what is motivating me to want to join the WBSW…that will be up to all of you to figure out on your own. ”
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: “And the first man who will get a shot at doing that is the head of the WBSW security team…Mitch Thompson.”
The camera view slowly zooms in on him, showing a closeup of his face as he continues.
Gunner: “Mitch, you probably didn’t know this….but I was sitting in the crowd last week during WBSW Live, and I saw first-hand how you failed at your obligations of being the head of WBSW security. Those two clowns handed you and your entire team an ass whipping, and all you could do was lie down and accept it. You would never survive in my world Mitch. In fact, at the rate you’re going you’re not going to survive much longer in the WBSW either. Because I look at you, and I see a man who is scared. Scared of maintaining his role as the head of WBSW’s muscle, and scared of the challenges that await you if you continue down the path that our boss has sent you on.”
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: “Will you prove me wrong Mitch? Will you prove that I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, and that I’m completely wrong about you? Or maybe you’re already way ahead of me? Maybe you think you already have me figured out as well? Maybe you took a look around this room and at me, and you’ve already made your assumptions about what type of man I am. Maybe you 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.”
Gunner laughs once more.
Gunner: “Well that would all be fine by me Mitch, because at least then I’d know that you’re paying attention like you should be. 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 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, and 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 match and this company. Mitch Thompson, you and every other person on the WBSW roster are all up against a threat like none of you have ever seen.”
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 company? 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 boys and girls, and especially you Mitch, keep those wheels turning….keep trying to figure out the man who will be standing across the ring from you on WBSW Live.”
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’d be stupid enough to step on the same toes twice would you?”
Man: “Indeed not. 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 Mitch Thompson.”
The footage then turns to fuzz and fades to black.