Post by Money on Nov 10, 2005 13:04:17 GMT -5
Scene opens to the Money Inc. headquarters in Knoxville, Tennessee. On the busy 30th floor, theres a meeting taking place in the large glass conference room. Various executives are sitting around the large dark brown table in the shape of one hundred dollar bill, bickering and discussing something. At the head of the table sits the owner of it all, Will Dinero. Clearly disinterested in whatever is taking place, Dinero sees the camera waiting outside and motions for it to come inside the meeting. The camera man opens the door to the surprise of the high paid officials. They begin to make comments, but The Money Man silences them all by raising his hand. He flashes that million dollar grin and begins to speak.
"Gentlemen, please excuse me for a few moments. This is something that I've neglected for almost two weeks and I need to take care of it. Besides, this meeting is boring; all you do is talk, talk, talk. So why don't we take a quick break, and then we can resume this talk once I'm done?"
The execs all look at eachother, shrug their shoulders, and comply to the request. They slowly file out of the room, giving their boss some privacy.
"You're a life saver. I was about to fall asleep in here if you hadn't shown up. All the board does is talk, but nothing gets done. I've never been one for many words, I just do what is necessary to win in the end. Talk is cheap, and I'm not. I've said that before, but it still rings true to this day, and until I die. In a way, Pohatu reminds me of my board members...All talk. He spends his days discussing his plans to his supposed mentor, but what merit does it have? What does it accomplish? Nothing at all. In the end, it's nothing more than a conversation between two men; one of which has nothing to do with the current events. Is he there to give you that needed edge Pohatu? Or is he someone that allows you to talk tough in order to boost your own ego? Whatever the case may be, listening to the two of you bicker back and forth is boring. Your bold statements and presumptions have no substance. Where's the beef? They have no place in my ring, just like you have no place in my ring. You've been schooled by someone you consider a mentor, but there's just one problem...your mentor isn't even a has been...he's a never was, and you're headed down the same path."
Dinero leans all the way back, forcing his oversized leather chair to recline all the way back. He places his Bruno Mali's on the table and then crosses his ankles. Dinero places both hands behind his bald head and sighs.
"You're young Pohatu. You're brash. You're stupid. All the young guys are. I was just like you once, so I know how you feel. You have the opportunity to knock the number one seed out of the tournament and make a true statement to the talent that you posses. You have something to prove...I don't. I've proven to the world that I am a success; not just in life, but in the ring too. That's why I'm number one. I'm a proven commodity in the ring, and the tournament chairs and fans know it. Friday, I'll be the one walking into the ring with the true edge because it's always with me. Granted, I still lose from time to time, but that doesn't mean that I've lost my edge. It just means that at the time, my opponent's edge was sharper. Friday, you're going to attempt to cut an oak tree with a butter knife. I've dug my roots deep in this business, I've branched out and absorbed all of the light. I'm a mighty oak tree Pohatu, and you're the young, brash, and stupid lumberjack who doesn't have the tools to get the job done. You may eventually cut me down one day...but you'll be old, tired, and even more useless than you are right now."
Dinero sits up straight and leans forward on the table. His finger tips on both hands come together and that warm smile is now gone.
"Pohatu, I came from nothing, and I made myself not just something, but everything. I've been around long enough to know how to deal with eager talent like yourself. You're just a flash in the pan my friend; nothing more, nothing less. The Young Lion's Cup wasn't meant for you; it's just not your time. Someday you might be in the same league as me, but I highly doubt that. I have staying power my friend, and no matter where I go, I'm always at the top. I wish you all the luck in the world; too bad I don't believe in luck. It's all about trends Pohatu, and how to study them. You wrestle with your heart, I wrestle with my brain. The last time I checked, hearts can be replaced, brains can't be. I already know how you think, so I pose this final question to you Pohatu. Whose heart do you have? It doesn't really matter to me because after Friday, it'll feel like it was just ripped from your chest."
Fade out as the board execs start to make their way back into the conference room.
"Gentlemen, please excuse me for a few moments. This is something that I've neglected for almost two weeks and I need to take care of it. Besides, this meeting is boring; all you do is talk, talk, talk. So why don't we take a quick break, and then we can resume this talk once I'm done?"
The execs all look at eachother, shrug their shoulders, and comply to the request. They slowly file out of the room, giving their boss some privacy.
"You're a life saver. I was about to fall asleep in here if you hadn't shown up. All the board does is talk, but nothing gets done. I've never been one for many words, I just do what is necessary to win in the end. Talk is cheap, and I'm not. I've said that before, but it still rings true to this day, and until I die. In a way, Pohatu reminds me of my board members...All talk. He spends his days discussing his plans to his supposed mentor, but what merit does it have? What does it accomplish? Nothing at all. In the end, it's nothing more than a conversation between two men; one of which has nothing to do with the current events. Is he there to give you that needed edge Pohatu? Or is he someone that allows you to talk tough in order to boost your own ego? Whatever the case may be, listening to the two of you bicker back and forth is boring. Your bold statements and presumptions have no substance. Where's the beef? They have no place in my ring, just like you have no place in my ring. You've been schooled by someone you consider a mentor, but there's just one problem...your mentor isn't even a has been...he's a never was, and you're headed down the same path."
Dinero leans all the way back, forcing his oversized leather chair to recline all the way back. He places his Bruno Mali's on the table and then crosses his ankles. Dinero places both hands behind his bald head and sighs.
"You're young Pohatu. You're brash. You're stupid. All the young guys are. I was just like you once, so I know how you feel. You have the opportunity to knock the number one seed out of the tournament and make a true statement to the talent that you posses. You have something to prove...I don't. I've proven to the world that I am a success; not just in life, but in the ring too. That's why I'm number one. I'm a proven commodity in the ring, and the tournament chairs and fans know it. Friday, I'll be the one walking into the ring with the true edge because it's always with me. Granted, I still lose from time to time, but that doesn't mean that I've lost my edge. It just means that at the time, my opponent's edge was sharper. Friday, you're going to attempt to cut an oak tree with a butter knife. I've dug my roots deep in this business, I've branched out and absorbed all of the light. I'm a mighty oak tree Pohatu, and you're the young, brash, and stupid lumberjack who doesn't have the tools to get the job done. You may eventually cut me down one day...but you'll be old, tired, and even more useless than you are right now."
Dinero sits up straight and leans forward on the table. His finger tips on both hands come together and that warm smile is now gone.
"Pohatu, I came from nothing, and I made myself not just something, but everything. I've been around long enough to know how to deal with eager talent like yourself. You're just a flash in the pan my friend; nothing more, nothing less. The Young Lion's Cup wasn't meant for you; it's just not your time. Someday you might be in the same league as me, but I highly doubt that. I have staying power my friend, and no matter where I go, I'm always at the top. I wish you all the luck in the world; too bad I don't believe in luck. It's all about trends Pohatu, and how to study them. You wrestle with your heart, I wrestle with my brain. The last time I checked, hearts can be replaced, brains can't be. I already know how you think, so I pose this final question to you Pohatu. Whose heart do you have? It doesn't really matter to me because after Friday, it'll feel like it was just ripped from your chest."
Fade out as the board execs start to make their way back into the conference room.
