Post by brock on May 10, 2008 7:52:46 GMT -5
The scene opens on Brock sitting his mansion with Laney. They're in the living room area, a rather comfortable looking room, the hardwood floors, and deep red paint of the walls feels welcoming and soothing. The leather couches, and large TV accent the wealth encased within the house while the art hanging from the walls screams of culture.
Brock hangs up the phone, and turns to Laney.
Brock-" Good news. Rockstar wants to give me my own energy soda. All they need is a name, and we will set up a taste testing so I can pick out the flavors. So whats a good name for an energy soda?"
Brock leans forward from his seat on the couch.
Brock-"Brock's Energy Cola is a bit long,... How about I take the E from energy, and the B from Brock,.. and drop the c off cola,..."
Laney gives him a puzzled look.
Laney-" NO."
Brock-"No?"
Laney-" No. You cant name your energy soda Ebola."
Brock-"What? Why? Its a cool name."
Laney-" E.Bola is the name of a flesh eating disease. I don't think a soda named after a disease will do so well."
Brock-" Damn. OK,.. How about Typhoid Fever!!! That sounds intense."
Laney-" Disease."
Brock-" Super Awesome Regeneration Soda."
Laney-" SARS... no."
Brock-" DAMN! Why do all the diseases get cool names. How about Killer Kanned Kola. We could abbreviate it."
Laney-" KKK? "
Brock-" Right. Disease."
Laney-" No, Racist, white supremacy group."
Brock-" So I'm guessing Nazi Cola is out too?
Laney-" Yeah. Way out."
Brock sighs and climbs to his feet. He grabs a pad of paper and a pen and starts scribbling down ideas as he heads to his office. In the office, paused on the large flat screen TV that his desk faces was match footage of Max.
He wasn't too sure how to feel about the guy. I mean he seemed a bit hot headed, and kinda full on himself, but when no one else likes you its better than nothing..
Brock smirks as the camera crew follows him into his office. He had grown very accustomed to having them around all the time. He let out a heavy sigh as they set up in the room.
Brock" Since your here, I might as well address a few things huh? First,DID YOU SEE ME last week? I OWNED that match! Sorry for showing up my opponent. It doesn't happen all that often. OK.... I guess it does.. Its KINDA the game, ya know? Its how it goes, and its just the first step."
Brock tosses the pen and paper on the desk, and props himself up.
Brock-" You see, it all started when I walked through this door. From that moment on this was MY show. Now I have my goal. Very soon, I will be the TOP dog on Revolution. I'm already getting calls from companies all over the world to do commercials, sell products, .. my face is everywhere. I am quickly becoming the most popular IWF wrestler in history. Sure I'm new,.. but that doesn't change the fact that no one will ever be this big."
Brock rises to his feet, walking toward the door.
Brock" You see, when I'm in front of the crowd, I'm putting on the biggest show on television. When you step in the ring with me... I make you famous. Its just the way it is. The sun shines, the water flows, grass is green, and when you wrestle me, I make you famous."
Brock smirks and laughs to himself as he heads into the living room. He tosses the small pad of paper to Laney. She shakes her head at him before tossing it back at him.
Laney-"You cant call your soda any of those. Monkey pox, Polio, or amputation... They're all bad."
Brock- "How about Cancer?"
Brock sees the look on Laney's face and puts his hands up in defense as the camera fades out.
Brock-" I was kidding."
Brock hangs up the phone, and turns to Laney.
Brock-" Good news. Rockstar wants to give me my own energy soda. All they need is a name, and we will set up a taste testing so I can pick out the flavors. So whats a good name for an energy soda?"
Brock leans forward from his seat on the couch.
Brock-"Brock's Energy Cola is a bit long,... How about I take the E from energy, and the B from Brock,.. and drop the c off cola,..."
Laney gives him a puzzled look.
Laney-" NO."
Brock-"No?"
Laney-" No. You cant name your energy soda Ebola."
Brock-"What? Why? Its a cool name."
Laney-" E.Bola is the name of a flesh eating disease. I don't think a soda named after a disease will do so well."
Brock-" Damn. OK,.. How about Typhoid Fever!!! That sounds intense."
Laney-" Disease."
Brock-" Super Awesome Regeneration Soda."
Laney-" SARS... no."
Brock-" DAMN! Why do all the diseases get cool names. How about Killer Kanned Kola. We could abbreviate it."
Laney-" KKK? "
Brock-" Right. Disease."
Laney-" No, Racist, white supremacy group."
Brock-" So I'm guessing Nazi Cola is out too?
Laney-" Yeah. Way out."
Brock sighs and climbs to his feet. He grabs a pad of paper and a pen and starts scribbling down ideas as he heads to his office. In the office, paused on the large flat screen TV that his desk faces was match footage of Max.
He wasn't too sure how to feel about the guy. I mean he seemed a bit hot headed, and kinda full on himself, but when no one else likes you its better than nothing..
Brock smirks as the camera crew follows him into his office. He had grown very accustomed to having them around all the time. He let out a heavy sigh as they set up in the room.
Brock" Since your here, I might as well address a few things huh? First,DID YOU SEE ME last week? I OWNED that match! Sorry for showing up my opponent. It doesn't happen all that often. OK.... I guess it does.. Its KINDA the game, ya know? Its how it goes, and its just the first step."
Brock tosses the pen and paper on the desk, and props himself up.
Brock-" You see, it all started when I walked through this door. From that moment on this was MY show. Now I have my goal. Very soon, I will be the TOP dog on Revolution. I'm already getting calls from companies all over the world to do commercials, sell products, .. my face is everywhere. I am quickly becoming the most popular IWF wrestler in history. Sure I'm new,.. but that doesn't change the fact that no one will ever be this big."
Brock rises to his feet, walking toward the door.
Brock" You see, when I'm in front of the crowd, I'm putting on the biggest show on television. When you step in the ring with me... I make you famous. Its just the way it is. The sun shines, the water flows, grass is green, and when you wrestle me, I make you famous."
Brock smirks and laughs to himself as he heads into the living room. He tosses the small pad of paper to Laney. She shakes her head at him before tossing it back at him.
Laney-"You cant call your soda any of those. Monkey pox, Polio, or amputation... They're all bad."
Brock- "How about Cancer?"
Brock sees the look on Laney's face and puts his hands up in defense as the camera fades out.
Brock-" I was kidding."
