Post by Money on Oct 18, 2005 18:43:01 GMT -5
Fade in to the corporate offices of Money Incorporated. People bustle back and forth with documents, reports, and coffee. In a glass room in the center of the floor, you can see a conference of some sort going on with at least twenty professionals present. There is a maze of cubicles as far as the eye can see, and you can almost smell the steady profits that roll in every second. To the right are large, dark brown, wooden doors with WD engraved in gold on them. The security guard infront of the doors allows the camera through to a front room with a desk, a set of frosted glass double doors, and a very, very attractive brunette administrative assistant. She smiles, reaches towards her phone and says...
Secretary: Mr. Dinero...Your 11:30 appointment is here now.
You can now hear the voice of that rich son of a bitch and all around nice guy say...
"Send them in Denise."
Denise: Yes Mr. Dinero.
Denise smiles again, buzzes the frosted doors open, and says...
Denise: Mr. Dinero will see you now.
Once through, the doors close behind, and you can now see the biggest damn corner office of all time. The only wall is the one supporting the doors; everything else is made of glass. The view is of the US Gold Reserve in Fort Knox, and Will Dinero sits at a black marble desk, with a computer. He stands up, showing his black and cream pin striped suit, cream shirt, and and black and cream polka-dot tie. Dinero flashes his trademark million dollar grin and says...
"I'm glad you could make it on such short notice. This has been a pretty busy week for me, so I have to make time when I can. Mergers, corporate buyouts, wrestling; they all take a considerable amount of time, and we all know how I feel about wasting something as valuable as time. With that, I'm going to keep this simple."
Dinero sits back down in the black leather chair, leans backm and says...
"Soon the first round of the Young Lions Cup 2005 will begin. There are familiar faces, and various unknowns. It's a crap shoot of talent and crap. Not everyone belongs here, but this is an open tournament, so everyone is allowed a chance. Fine by me, I have no complaints; except for one...Shane O'Riley. I've seen what he can and can't do. I know what he's not capable of, and that's winning this tournament. With me as his first opponent, the man has no chance at survival. He's got guts, and that stands for something in my book, but he has no brains. That almost makes him dangerous, but not to me. O'Riley isn't a threat because I already have him beaten; and I haven't laid a finger on him. You could almost say that he's a mom & pop's store, while I'm Wal-Mart. I haven't even moved in town yet, and he's already lost. <Lifts left palm towards camera.> Now don't get me wrong; by no means am I taking him lightly, but even a wild animal knows when it's pointless to fight."
Dinero looks at his computer and taps a few keys before continuing.
"I'm all for the little guy because I was the little guy at one point. The reason Shane O'Riley is a problem to me is because of that piece of tin he flashes everywhere. It's like a little child who won't give up his security blanket. Like Linus off of Charles Schulz's Peanuts cartoons, O'Riley carries that piece of tin everywhere he goes and makes sure that people see it; whether they care to, or not. He forces his accomplishments down the fans' throats because they don't care, and he has no other choice...Not good business sense my friend. That belt can't help you win, and it does nothing for you but make you look like a fool. I have plain leather belts at home that have more value and garner a better response. So why do you continue to flaunt something of no value? I'll tell you why. It's because without it, you'd be less of the man you are now. You'd be lost, desperate, and alone; looking for the next prize you can latch on to."
Dinero turns straight, leans forward, gives a look like he's about to personally fire someone.
"O'Riley, I know what the next prize you want is. I know what you have your sights on, and I'm going to make sure you know your place in life, and stay there. The Young Lions Cup is only for the elite. It's not a charity, or some cheap shiny thing to be flaunted. It's a symbol of determination, greatness, and honor. You would turn it into a sideshow attraction that anyone can pay two bucks to see. I will turn it into an item on par with the Crown Jewels of Buckingham Palace. That's why you won't win. That's why I'm going to beat you, take your tin title, and in one night, take everything that makes you...you. I'm going to treat you just like I do any other business I takeover...I'll strip you of your pride, make you my bitch, put you on the streets,and reap the profits. There's no room for sentiment in business; that's why I'm the best. So continue to follow the yellow brick road, Tin Man. All it does is lead to your imminent failure. I have that heart you've been longing for, but your current journey is nothing but a lost cause."
Fade out as Dinero leans back in his chair, smiles, and turns around to look out the window.
Secretary: Mr. Dinero...Your 11:30 appointment is here now.
You can now hear the voice of that rich son of a bitch and all around nice guy say...
"Send them in Denise."
Denise: Yes Mr. Dinero.
Denise smiles again, buzzes the frosted doors open, and says...
Denise: Mr. Dinero will see you now.
Once through, the doors close behind, and you can now see the biggest damn corner office of all time. The only wall is the one supporting the doors; everything else is made of glass. The view is of the US Gold Reserve in Fort Knox, and Will Dinero sits at a black marble desk, with a computer. He stands up, showing his black and cream pin striped suit, cream shirt, and and black and cream polka-dot tie. Dinero flashes his trademark million dollar grin and says...
"I'm glad you could make it on such short notice. This has been a pretty busy week for me, so I have to make time when I can. Mergers, corporate buyouts, wrestling; they all take a considerable amount of time, and we all know how I feel about wasting something as valuable as time. With that, I'm going to keep this simple."
Dinero sits back down in the black leather chair, leans backm and says...
"Soon the first round of the Young Lions Cup 2005 will begin. There are familiar faces, and various unknowns. It's a crap shoot of talent and crap. Not everyone belongs here, but this is an open tournament, so everyone is allowed a chance. Fine by me, I have no complaints; except for one...Shane O'Riley. I've seen what he can and can't do. I know what he's not capable of, and that's winning this tournament. With me as his first opponent, the man has no chance at survival. He's got guts, and that stands for something in my book, but he has no brains. That almost makes him dangerous, but not to me. O'Riley isn't a threat because I already have him beaten; and I haven't laid a finger on him. You could almost say that he's a mom & pop's store, while I'm Wal-Mart. I haven't even moved in town yet, and he's already lost. <Lifts left palm towards camera.> Now don't get me wrong; by no means am I taking him lightly, but even a wild animal knows when it's pointless to fight."
Dinero looks at his computer and taps a few keys before continuing.
"I'm all for the little guy because I was the little guy at one point. The reason Shane O'Riley is a problem to me is because of that piece of tin he flashes everywhere. It's like a little child who won't give up his security blanket. Like Linus off of Charles Schulz's Peanuts cartoons, O'Riley carries that piece of tin everywhere he goes and makes sure that people see it; whether they care to, or not. He forces his accomplishments down the fans' throats because they don't care, and he has no other choice...Not good business sense my friend. That belt can't help you win, and it does nothing for you but make you look like a fool. I have plain leather belts at home that have more value and garner a better response. So why do you continue to flaunt something of no value? I'll tell you why. It's because without it, you'd be less of the man you are now. You'd be lost, desperate, and alone; looking for the next prize you can latch on to."
Dinero turns straight, leans forward, gives a look like he's about to personally fire someone.
"O'Riley, I know what the next prize you want is. I know what you have your sights on, and I'm going to make sure you know your place in life, and stay there. The Young Lions Cup is only for the elite. It's not a charity, or some cheap shiny thing to be flaunted. It's a symbol of determination, greatness, and honor. You would turn it into a sideshow attraction that anyone can pay two bucks to see. I will turn it into an item on par with the Crown Jewels of Buckingham Palace. That's why you won't win. That's why I'm going to beat you, take your tin title, and in one night, take everything that makes you...you. I'm going to treat you just like I do any other business I takeover...I'll strip you of your pride, make you my bitch, put you on the streets,and reap the profits. There's no room for sentiment in business; that's why I'm the best. So continue to follow the yellow brick road, Tin Man. All it does is lead to your imminent failure. I have that heart you've been longing for, but your current journey is nothing but a lost cause."
Fade out as Dinero leans back in his chair, smiles, and turns around to look out the window.
