Post by Alonzo Parker on Aug 5, 2009 5:33:44 GMT -5
The scene opens up to reveal a full shot of the famous Golden Nugget Hotel & Casino, located in the hectic city of Las Vegas, Nevada, where we see the gleaming, burning gold crescent that makes the building stand out from the rest. The FCW cameras briefly cut to the poolside area accompanied by the palm trees and various sculptures, before changing the focal point on the interior of the hotel. A butler is spotted in the hallway wheeling a cart to a room, appearing to have come out of an elevator. The man knocks on the door labeled with the number 236, as the knob is slowly turns. Alonzo Parker is standing on the other side, clothed in a pair of khaki pants, a navy blue dress shirt, formal black shoes, and a classy pair of shades. Looking through the wide selection on the cart, he picks out a glass of champagne and a fine Cuban cigar. As the butler stood there waiting for a tip, Alonzo reached for his wallet, carelessly throwing a wad of cash into the air. Chuckling to himself, he slams the door to leave the employee on his knees to desperately pick up the money.
Inside the hotel suite, we can see that it’s a very spacious and glamorous room. The interior chiefly includes what you’d expect to see in a luxurious area, such as a couple of table lamps at the perfect lighting. Not to mention a king sized bed, a leather couch, and an excellent view from the window. Alonzo lights up his cigar with his lighter, and swirls his drink around, before breathing a sigh of contentment. It was a job well done, his debut. His opponent wasn’t all that good, but it was the win that counted. Going up against Cody Rhodes this Friday, he’s unquestionably looking forward to adding more victories to his résumé. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of the camera from the corner of his eye, and turns around.
Alonzo takes a drag on his cigar and expels the smoke slowly, gazing at the camera with a growing smirk on his face.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t notice you there.” he begins sardonically, “I suppose your inferior presence can be hard to be acknowledged by a star of my magnitude.”
“Hey, Alonzo Parker here. The Spotlight, the Million Dollar Player, the man whose name is synonymous with the word brilliance. Just smoking my victory cigar over here. My first of many to come in FCW, and it’s to be expected. I’m the greatest wrestling virtuoso alive, bar none. Slowly but surely clawing my way up the food chain; there’s no refuting the fact that my spot at the summit has been reserved. There’s no rush. My time to shine will arrive sooner or later. The only hindrance is what I can’t control, and by that, I mean the quality of my opponents. Management just doesn’t get it. So far, they have failed to schedule me in a significant match. I get it, I’m new, I have to work my way up like everyone else. That’s all fine and dandy, but any good promoter knows that it would save a whole lot of time if they just sped up the process of my ascension. I’m not demanding any title shots; just give me the best of the best, and watch me take them down one by one. It’s as simple as that.”
Alonzo takes a long drag of his cigar.
“I am without a doubt the biggest superstar this company has to offer. In comparison, I make all the so called ‘main eventers’ look like second-rate trash. Perhaps the board of directors fear that I’ll expose the ‘top dogs’ for who they truly are; frauds. Maybe they’re afraid that the public will find out that they have been lied to, deceived, that greatness has really been Alonzo Parker all along. Whatever the reason, they are avoiding giving me the opportunity to gain momentum. I’ll work with what I’m given, I can’t stress that enough, but it’s hard to move up the ladder when you’re given weak opposition. People who are bound to lose, people who aren’t even worthy of stepping inside my wring, people like Raven. You all saw my debut, Raven couldn’t even give me a full five minutes of competitive action. I annihilated him from the get-go, and that was all she wrote. Management is going to have to realize that my impressive in-ring skills cannot go to waste like this. A formidable opponent is required to result in an astonishing performance. This week is more of the same. The execs have once again come up short. I’m up against one of Orton’s lackeys, one of his clones, Cody Rhodes. The epitome of genericness.”
“Cody Rhodes. What a character he is. Despite his mediocrity, here is someone I can tell will at least offer the tiniest bit of resistance. Not much, but just enough to make my win that much sweeter. That’s the biggest compliment you’ll be hearing from me, Cody, so you should feel privileged. Be grateful that I’m actually wasting my breath talking about someone as pathetic as you.”
“Sorry to break it to you, kid, but you don’t stand a chance at winning this match. It’s not even a possibility. The day you can even be deemed worthy of facing me is the day hell freezes over. You see, you seem to be lacking a couple of things to be successful in this industry, that not even the ‘great’ Randy Orton can teach you. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he’s taught you the basics on how to become a lisping, monotone, Daffy Duck-sounding minion. That’s gotten you very far in this company, hasn’t it? Here’s a little news flash for you, Rhodes. Being in Orton’s shadow won’t keep you relevant forever. You’ll never amount to anything with the name Lackey#2 plastered on your forehead. You might not like it, but it’s the truth. Sometimes the truth hurts, and sometimes, it feels real good. I’m superior to you in every way imaginable, and that’s the pleasant truth. It’s a cold hard fact. No matter who your mentor is, no matter how knowledgeable he is – one lesson that can never be taught, is how to be like Alonzo Parker. That, my friend, is a god-given talent.
This Friday, I’m going to show you why this company revolves around me, and why you’ll never be in my league. You can take that, straight to the bank.”
Alonzo takes a swig from his champagne glass, cracking a smirk, as the camera slowly zooms out and fades to black.
Inside the hotel suite, we can see that it’s a very spacious and glamorous room. The interior chiefly includes what you’d expect to see in a luxurious area, such as a couple of table lamps at the perfect lighting. Not to mention a king sized bed, a leather couch, and an excellent view from the window. Alonzo lights up his cigar with his lighter, and swirls his drink around, before breathing a sigh of contentment. It was a job well done, his debut. His opponent wasn’t all that good, but it was the win that counted. Going up against Cody Rhodes this Friday, he’s unquestionably looking forward to adding more victories to his résumé. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of the camera from the corner of his eye, and turns around.
Alonzo takes a drag on his cigar and expels the smoke slowly, gazing at the camera with a growing smirk on his face.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t notice you there.” he begins sardonically, “I suppose your inferior presence can be hard to be acknowledged by a star of my magnitude.”
“Hey, Alonzo Parker here. The Spotlight, the Million Dollar Player, the man whose name is synonymous with the word brilliance. Just smoking my victory cigar over here. My first of many to come in FCW, and it’s to be expected. I’m the greatest wrestling virtuoso alive, bar none. Slowly but surely clawing my way up the food chain; there’s no refuting the fact that my spot at the summit has been reserved. There’s no rush. My time to shine will arrive sooner or later. The only hindrance is what I can’t control, and by that, I mean the quality of my opponents. Management just doesn’t get it. So far, they have failed to schedule me in a significant match. I get it, I’m new, I have to work my way up like everyone else. That’s all fine and dandy, but any good promoter knows that it would save a whole lot of time if they just sped up the process of my ascension. I’m not demanding any title shots; just give me the best of the best, and watch me take them down one by one. It’s as simple as that.”
Alonzo takes a long drag of his cigar.
“I am without a doubt the biggest superstar this company has to offer. In comparison, I make all the so called ‘main eventers’ look like second-rate trash. Perhaps the board of directors fear that I’ll expose the ‘top dogs’ for who they truly are; frauds. Maybe they’re afraid that the public will find out that they have been lied to, deceived, that greatness has really been Alonzo Parker all along. Whatever the reason, they are avoiding giving me the opportunity to gain momentum. I’ll work with what I’m given, I can’t stress that enough, but it’s hard to move up the ladder when you’re given weak opposition. People who are bound to lose, people who aren’t even worthy of stepping inside my wring, people like Raven. You all saw my debut, Raven couldn’t even give me a full five minutes of competitive action. I annihilated him from the get-go, and that was all she wrote. Management is going to have to realize that my impressive in-ring skills cannot go to waste like this. A formidable opponent is required to result in an astonishing performance. This week is more of the same. The execs have once again come up short. I’m up against one of Orton’s lackeys, one of his clones, Cody Rhodes. The epitome of genericness.”
“Cody Rhodes. What a character he is. Despite his mediocrity, here is someone I can tell will at least offer the tiniest bit of resistance. Not much, but just enough to make my win that much sweeter. That’s the biggest compliment you’ll be hearing from me, Cody, so you should feel privileged. Be grateful that I’m actually wasting my breath talking about someone as pathetic as you.”
“Sorry to break it to you, kid, but you don’t stand a chance at winning this match. It’s not even a possibility. The day you can even be deemed worthy of facing me is the day hell freezes over. You see, you seem to be lacking a couple of things to be successful in this industry, that not even the ‘great’ Randy Orton can teach you. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he’s taught you the basics on how to become a lisping, monotone, Daffy Duck-sounding minion. That’s gotten you very far in this company, hasn’t it? Here’s a little news flash for you, Rhodes. Being in Orton’s shadow won’t keep you relevant forever. You’ll never amount to anything with the name Lackey#2 plastered on your forehead. You might not like it, but it’s the truth. Sometimes the truth hurts, and sometimes, it feels real good. I’m superior to you in every way imaginable, and that’s the pleasant truth. It’s a cold hard fact. No matter who your mentor is, no matter how knowledgeable he is – one lesson that can never be taught, is how to be like Alonzo Parker. That, my friend, is a god-given talent.
This Friday, I’m going to show you why this company revolves around me, and why you’ll never be in my league. You can take that, straight to the bank.”
Alonzo takes a swig from his champagne glass, cracking a smirk, as the camera slowly zooms out and fades to black.
