The Staple
Nov 2, 2016 18:30:32 GMT -5
Post by barry on Nov 2, 2016 18:30:32 GMT -5
The screen cuts in from black to reveal one Becker Gaines, self-professed Hollywood Staple and 3GW professional wrestler, as he stands clad in an expensive three-piece Armani suit, a charcoal grey and red argyle tie Windsor-knotted around his neck and a smile on his prematurely aging face.
“Greeting, 3GW. Greetings to your normal, commonplace, everyday, dime-store fans, and greetings to your largely forgettable roster who will go nowhere in their lives or careers the moment they are forced to venture out of this tidy little corner of their industry - where I - an outsider - shine brightly - before fading into nothing the moment this place shuts its doors. While I continue on my merry way, being the best thing that existed in this footnote of pro-wrestling!”
He sneers smugly into the lens as he reaches off screen, but he maintains eye-contact with the camera as he does so.
“Lastly, I want to extend my greetings to two individual… well… let’s just call them ’success polyps’. Firstly to Terrence Tillman, who I took particular joy in robbing of his undeserved ‘15 minutes’ on the last show-”
Becker rolls his eyes as brings into view a common, wall mounted clock. He spins it in his hands for a moment before holding it up like a showcase piece for the camera to see.
“-and of course, lastly - as is the running theme in his career when anyone is forced to think about him - greetings to Shintaro Majima, whose ’15 Minutes’ I’m going to be cutting short on this next show.”
With that the former child star taps the clock as he visibly ponders what he wants to say.
“Now… I suppose the few in the crowd and those that watch this product with even a mild modicum of intelligence have curiously been forced to ask themselves: WHY? Why would I take an interest in spoiling a man who’s nobly embraced nothingness when he’s so close to achieving something - ANYTHING - like that title? Why would I deprive Tillman of his ‘15 Minutes’? Why is it that I seem more than willing - and obviously capable - of taking said ’15 Minutes’ from Shintaro? My name is already in the running for the top prize and I’m SURELY a shoo-in for that taste of glory, so why would I degrade myself by getting my grasp on a belt that’s obviously beneath me?”
With one hand he reaches up and tightens the Windsor Knot in his tie as he chuckles. Suddenly the smile on his face melts away, replaced by his trademark scowl.
“Simple, you fucking plebs. It’s because I’m a star. I am THE Star in the locker room of 3GW. I was a star BEFORE I was a wrestler and I’ll be a star after, and because I’m a Hollywood Staple, BECAUSE I’ve been on top for so long I find it degrading and insulting to a man of my status and pedigree when I see these talentless hacks get their ’15-FUCKING-MINUTES’ and deprive me of the spotlight I deserve!”
At that Becker throws the clock on the ground, the protective glass covering the front of it shatters and gets sent scattering at his feet.
“Fifteen fucking minutes of fame. Not a single one of you insects has a singular goddamn clue as to how much it makes me sick to my stomach any time I see it. Any time I’m casting for a role and I see what should be MY spot go to some loser who got famous on Tumblr for donating his kidney to a girlfriend. Not because the guy has any talent, but because some douche in casting wants to give that person their fifteen minutes-”
He points into the lens.
“-and then you cocksuckers gobble that up, feel good about yourselves even though all you did was support a SHIT actor in a role they didn’t deserve-”
With that Becker jams his thumb into his own chest, his face almost scarlet red with anger.
“-and meanwhile professionals like myself can just go fuck ourselves. Fuck you! Acting is my trade, how would you all like it if your machining job got handed off to Ted McFuckstick just because he has AIDS or some equally asinine bullshit”
At that he spits onto the remains of the smashed clock.
“Tillman, Majima, you’re just like all those undeserving hacks that get let ahead of me because people feel sorry for you. Well I don’t. I’m a star. I’m THE STAR, and this card Shintaro? Your fifteen minutes is gonna be absorbed into something worthwhile, fueling my LIFETIME of being on top, the Hollywood Staple…”
He smooths back his hair, taking a calming breath.
“... Becker Gaines; your New 15 Minute Champion.”
“Greeting, 3GW. Greetings to your normal, commonplace, everyday, dime-store fans, and greetings to your largely forgettable roster who will go nowhere in their lives or careers the moment they are forced to venture out of this tidy little corner of their industry - where I - an outsider - shine brightly - before fading into nothing the moment this place shuts its doors. While I continue on my merry way, being the best thing that existed in this footnote of pro-wrestling!”
He sneers smugly into the lens as he reaches off screen, but he maintains eye-contact with the camera as he does so.
“Lastly, I want to extend my greetings to two individual… well… let’s just call them ’success polyps’. Firstly to Terrence Tillman, who I took particular joy in robbing of his undeserved ‘15 minutes’ on the last show-”
Becker rolls his eyes as brings into view a common, wall mounted clock. He spins it in his hands for a moment before holding it up like a showcase piece for the camera to see.
“-and of course, lastly - as is the running theme in his career when anyone is forced to think about him - greetings to Shintaro Majima, whose ’15 Minutes’ I’m going to be cutting short on this next show.”
With that the former child star taps the clock as he visibly ponders what he wants to say.
“Now… I suppose the few in the crowd and those that watch this product with even a mild modicum of intelligence have curiously been forced to ask themselves: WHY? Why would I take an interest in spoiling a man who’s nobly embraced nothingness when he’s so close to achieving something - ANYTHING - like that title? Why would I deprive Tillman of his ‘15 Minutes’? Why is it that I seem more than willing - and obviously capable - of taking said ’15 Minutes’ from Shintaro? My name is already in the running for the top prize and I’m SURELY a shoo-in for that taste of glory, so why would I degrade myself by getting my grasp on a belt that’s obviously beneath me?”
With one hand he reaches up and tightens the Windsor Knot in his tie as he chuckles. Suddenly the smile on his face melts away, replaced by his trademark scowl.
“Simple, you fucking plebs. It’s because I’m a star. I am THE Star in the locker room of 3GW. I was a star BEFORE I was a wrestler and I’ll be a star after, and because I’m a Hollywood Staple, BECAUSE I’ve been on top for so long I find it degrading and insulting to a man of my status and pedigree when I see these talentless hacks get their ’15-FUCKING-MINUTES’ and deprive me of the spotlight I deserve!”
At that Becker throws the clock on the ground, the protective glass covering the front of it shatters and gets sent scattering at his feet.
“Fifteen fucking minutes of fame. Not a single one of you insects has a singular goddamn clue as to how much it makes me sick to my stomach any time I see it. Any time I’m casting for a role and I see what should be MY spot go to some loser who got famous on Tumblr for donating his kidney to a girlfriend. Not because the guy has any talent, but because some douche in casting wants to give that person their fifteen minutes-”
He points into the lens.
“-and then you cocksuckers gobble that up, feel good about yourselves even though all you did was support a SHIT actor in a role they didn’t deserve-”
With that Becker jams his thumb into his own chest, his face almost scarlet red with anger.
“-and meanwhile professionals like myself can just go fuck ourselves. Fuck you! Acting is my trade, how would you all like it if your machining job got handed off to Ted McFuckstick just because he has AIDS or some equally asinine bullshit”
At that he spits onto the remains of the smashed clock.
“Tillman, Majima, you’re just like all those undeserving hacks that get let ahead of me because people feel sorry for you. Well I don’t. I’m a star. I’m THE STAR, and this card Shintaro? Your fifteen minutes is gonna be absorbed into something worthwhile, fueling my LIFETIME of being on top, the Hollywood Staple…”
He smooths back his hair, taking a calming breath.
“... Becker Gaines; your New 15 Minute Champion.”