Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Jun 7, 2009 14:52:12 GMT -5
Interlude: The Most Entertaining Man In FCW
*Eyes open. They stare to the ceiling, filled with a mix of emotions, so much so that they would be considered unreadable. The long gaze looked to a slowly spinning ceiling fan, although it didn’t move fast it was consistent, consistent enough to have cooled the room down to a temperature low enough to draw a shiver from the man staring at the ceiling. His darkly colored hair laid a mess across his forehead, he had only just woken, the starring eyes were accompanied by bags. The man rolled to his feet at a snail’s pace before stretching out, Jimmy Gimmick had awoken. It was a brand new day, gone were the steps he had taken to get to this point, gone were his failures even his triumphs and he was ready to begin again.
Gimmick looked around the room; he shakes his head drearily, half-asleep. The FCW superstar stumbled almost drunkenly through his hallway before placing his hand on the brass door knob and pushing through it into the washroom. Gimmick looks into the mirror, his deep eyes look back at him and he looks himself over almost with a sense of fascination, even wonder. Before reaching down to the handle of his sink and turning the tap, which instantly causes a trickle of water to pour down from the tap into the sink. Jimmy Gimmick cups the water with his rough hands and raises it slowly only allowing the minutest drops to slip between the cracks between his fingers. He raises his water filled palms before pressing his face against it, a trickle of fluid dribbles down his chin and onto his plain white shirt, leaving a distinct water mark.
Upon letting the cool water run down his face Gimmick splashes himself with yet another handful of water, before carefully caressing his brow with his right index finger and thumb. Today was the day; FCW wanted him to put on a bit of a show to promote Requiem their latest program. Things were looking promising; Gimmick remained the face of FCW, this time that face would lead the organization into a refreshing new era. One which was predominately entertaining, thanks in part to himself, Gimmick thought, before allowing a smile to form on his now dampened face. Today was the day.*
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“Shit.”
*Gimmick muttered a solitary word as he found himself once again gazing at himself in the mirror, this time it was in his car. The reason for Gimmick’s expletive was apparent in the form of a singular cut on his jaw, as a result of a slight slip as he shaved away all stubble that had taken residence on his usually cleanly shaven face. It was things like shaving he had overlooked since his last public appearance, but it mattered not, at least Gimmick hoped to himself he could keep it concealed from the camera. A quick straightening of his tie and the mirror was flipped back up, Gimmick turned his key, and his car started, the second it did Gimmick had already pulled out of his driveway.
Almost jittery Gimmick tapped the wheel subconsciously to a song playing on the radio; the song however, was so quite it was indistinguishable. Gimmick wanted no distractions he had to do this all in a single take he looked through the front windshield, wondering when the cameras would be rolling, he was waiting for the signal, yet he feared he may miss it. It was an ambitious promo he had pitched to FCW to run, which they obviously agreed to given the high opinion the front office held of him, now it was about to happen, Gimmick popped a piece of gum into his mouth praying that all would go well, this was just a one take deal. This would be showing live at the press conference and would serve as his introduction, more so than that it would broadcast on live TV. He couldn’t mess things up, but than again he never did. Gimmick was ready and then…signal.*
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*Media had flooded the press conference they had crowded the stage in the standing room only environment. The stage however, was empty at the moment save for an obtrusive projection screen, which itself had been stirring up quite the buzz. The backdrop for the conference was a wall decorated in various FCW ads, and ads from their various sponsors, most prominent however was the ‘Requiem’ logo. There was no question as to what the conference would be regarding, the company owner had already publicized Requiem but with its premiere broadcast just over a week away and with the match card announced anticipation was building, and this conference was sure to put excitement at an even higher level. Then suddenly the lights dimmed and Todd Grisham walked onto the stage, the projection screen lit up with the FCW logo and everyone in the crowd fell silent.*
Todd Grisham: Welcome to members of the press and public who have attended this press conference and all those watching at home, today you will witness a number of speakers who compile FCW’s Requiem roster.
*A polite applause followed, no surprises, standard introduction as expected, it did arouse the attention of the reporters who as yet remained silent and unnoticeable aside from a few sporadic flashes of cameras.*
Todd Grisham: Our first guest here this afternoon is someone whom most of you may be familiar with…
*The projections screen lights up with a birds eye view shot of a nearby street, the camera slowly pans down towards a specific predetermined vehicle.*
Todd Grisham: His reputation has been expanding faster than D-Generation X was driven from FCW!
*The camera continues to pan down towards the car before cutting to a momentary shot of Shawn Michaels and Triple H walking from the Anarchy ring defeated.*
Todd Grisham: His margin for error is shorter than Evan Bourne’s temper!
*A flash of the image of an angry Evan Bourne for a single moment. The camera than draws closer to the windshield of the vehicle; the silhouette of a figure can now be seen as it rapidly turns a corner. The car flies through the car filled streets as if they were desolate, approaching the press conference location at a continually greater speed.*
Todd Grisham: His triumphs: more numerous than Ric Flair’s retirements!
*The car had pulled to a stop in a filled parking lot and an individual still indefinable as anything more than a silhouette due to the lighting outside, steps out. The man walks casually, towards the auditorium in which this press conference is being held.*
Todd Grisham: He has left more opponents on the ground than R.M. Voglur has with cigarettes!
*The figure walks into the building and the camera don’t miss a second, now from the back it is clear that he is wearing an expensive looking suit, which is darkly colored as is his slick combed back hair.*
Todd Grisham: It takes longer for an opponent to discover his weakness than it did for Edge to find Christian!
*The suit clad individual disappears through a curtain as Todd Grisham finishes.*
Todd Grisham: He is the most entertaining man in FCW!
*From the stage emerges the poster boy himself; Jimmy Gimmick. Gimmick smiles his always sly grin and waves to the fans and reporters, a mix of laughter and applause fills the arena, a nice change. Gimmick approaches the podium and the camera focuses on his face the confident grin, unchanging. When he speaks it is with the kind of enthusiasm only Jimmy Gimmick could muster.*
“I don’t always wrestle, but when I do… its on Requiem. Start watching my friends.”
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[In all honesty it felt good, there’s no way around it. I walked out through the curtain and the people cheered, some even laughed, I forgot the feeling. It’s been so damn long, alright maybe it hasn’t been that long but it feels the part. For that moment today everything felt right, but only for that moment, now I feel normal again. What happened after my introduction? Does it really make a difference, besides I don’t think it’s too difficult to piece together. I enjoyed myself today that’s all there is to it, enjoyment however, is a highly overrated emotion.
What can pleasure really offer one, people try so hard to have fun, enjoy themselves, keep themselves entertained, but when they’re gone no one remembers their names. Where do they find their places in history? The fun lovers of the past are long forgotten, and rightfully so. People are going to remember me, and remembrance is something that holds a much more instrumental value, than whatever sentimental bullshit people can try and find when looking back knowing they were loved. The people hate me, so I hate them, it doesn’t bother me, never has, never will. But sometimes I wonder…]
(End of RP)
ooc: No offense intended to anyone mentioned, you were solely mentioned in character.
