Post by Robert Garrett on May 24, 2015 0:10:32 GMT -5
As the scene comes into view, you can see the door of a hotel room. Inside you can hear a man yelling about something, which he obviously seems frustrated about. As the door slowly opens up you can see The Natural One standing in a nice robe yelling over the phone.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“I told you exactly what I wanted to eat, I don’t give a damn if the queen of England is in the hotel. My food better get here in exactly negative five minutes ago or else somebody is going to pay. I’m not kidding either, and if you think I am then you obviously do NOT know who you’re talking to. What was that? I don’t hear a cart coming down the hall, just know that I warned you.”
Robert slams the phone down in fury before turning to be shocked that the camera caught that. He tightens his robe as he looks the man holding the camera up and down.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“So, there seems to be an issue here. First off, the room service sucks ass in this hotel which I will not stand for. Second of all, some no name piece of crap decided to invite himself in my room? Why the hell are you here, can’t you see I’m trying to relax before the match I’ve got coming up. Did Vinny boy send you here so the fans can learn more about his superstar? Cause if so, tell him I said to get lost. I understand that he has all this faith in me and what I’m going to do when I step my foot into the arena, but I don’t need anybody snooping around in my private life.”
Robert reaches up and slicks back his hair with his hands, making sure it lays flat and looks good now realizing that he’s going to have to talk to the camera. He reaches over and pours himself a small glass of champagne before putting the bottle back into the ice bucket. The Natural takes a sip and lets out a noise to let the camera know it’s refreshing before cracking a smile. Robert opens his mouth to talk but is quickly interrupted by a knock at the door. He holds his finger up signaling one second before stepping towards the door and opening it up. There is a nervous looking bellhop standing at the door with the food Rob has been waiting for. The Star motions for the guy to come in, and steps to the side. As the man walks in, Robert slams the door shut behind him making the innocent bellhop jump.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“Now, do you know just how long I have been waiting for this food?”
“Uh… N-n-no?”
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“It has been FORTY FIVE MINUTES, that is absolutely ridiculous that some food would take that long. This is supposed to be the best hotel in this shithole you call a city. But yet, I cant even get my food in a decent time. I’m not paying for this shit, I suggest you get out of here before you end up beaten and battered.”
The bellhop turns around and scrambles out of the room as quickly as he can. Robert lifts up the lid of the room service and takes a bite out of the large piece of steak that he had ordered. As he chews up the food he turns and spits in the trashcan.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“THIS IS COMPLETELY DISGUSTING. I can’t believe this shit, Vince better be glad he’s paying me the big bucks to entertain for him. This week I step into the ring for the first time, against a man named Troy Motor. As far as I know, he is just your average everyday psycho. But he is not a good one at all, I have acted as better psychos than this in shitty B grade movies. Hell, an M. Night Shyamalan movie twist is more excited than you are.”
The Natural One pushes the room service cart towards the balcony in his room. He takes a moment to look around at the ground below making sure there is nobody out there. Once the coast is clear, Robert pulls out a sharpie and signs his autograph across the plate that his food was sitting on. He then pushes the whole cart over the edge of the balcony and watches as it falls.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“Now, that may have seemed very un-needed but I have reasoning. You see, Troy is a part of some group of bad wrestlers known as the New Age. Supposedly he is or was good buddies with that bitch Joey. Well, I’m going to make a stand here and now. That cart is a picture of what the New Age is soon to be like, when I take them down. I don’t care if I do it alone, or someone comes along for the ride. Hell, if they’re lucky I’ll throw in an autograph for being a good sport about it.”
Robert laughs as he walks back into the room towards his bed. He pushes the camera out of the room and tells them that he will be out in just a second before pushing the door closed. There is some commotion for a second before he opens the door back up. The camera now focuses on The Natural One who is now dressed in a full suit and wearing super nice sunglasses. He laughs for a second while he walks past the camera headed towards the elevator.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
The scene fades to black as the elevator doors close with Robert standing inside it.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“I told you exactly what I wanted to eat, I don’t give a damn if the queen of England is in the hotel. My food better get here in exactly negative five minutes ago or else somebody is going to pay. I’m not kidding either, and if you think I am then you obviously do NOT know who you’re talking to. What was that? I don’t hear a cart coming down the hall, just know that I warned you.”
Robert slams the phone down in fury before turning to be shocked that the camera caught that. He tightens his robe as he looks the man holding the camera up and down.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“So, there seems to be an issue here. First off, the room service sucks ass in this hotel which I will not stand for. Second of all, some no name piece of crap decided to invite himself in my room? Why the hell are you here, can’t you see I’m trying to relax before the match I’ve got coming up. Did Vinny boy send you here so the fans can learn more about his superstar? Cause if so, tell him I said to get lost. I understand that he has all this faith in me and what I’m going to do when I step my foot into the arena, but I don’t need anybody snooping around in my private life.”
Robert reaches up and slicks back his hair with his hands, making sure it lays flat and looks good now realizing that he’s going to have to talk to the camera. He reaches over and pours himself a small glass of champagne before putting the bottle back into the ice bucket. The Natural takes a sip and lets out a noise to let the camera know it’s refreshing before cracking a smile. Robert opens his mouth to talk but is quickly interrupted by a knock at the door. He holds his finger up signaling one second before stepping towards the door and opening it up. There is a nervous looking bellhop standing at the door with the food Rob has been waiting for. The Star motions for the guy to come in, and steps to the side. As the man walks in, Robert slams the door shut behind him making the innocent bellhop jump.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“Now, do you know just how long I have been waiting for this food?”
“Uh… N-n-no?”
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“It has been FORTY FIVE MINUTES, that is absolutely ridiculous that some food would take that long. This is supposed to be the best hotel in this shithole you call a city. But yet, I cant even get my food in a decent time. I’m not paying for this shit, I suggest you get out of here before you end up beaten and battered.”
The bellhop turns around and scrambles out of the room as quickly as he can. Robert lifts up the lid of the room service and takes a bite out of the large piece of steak that he had ordered. As he chews up the food he turns and spits in the trashcan.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“THIS IS COMPLETELY DISGUSTING. I can’t believe this shit, Vince better be glad he’s paying me the big bucks to entertain for him. This week I step into the ring for the first time, against a man named Troy Motor. As far as I know, he is just your average everyday psycho. But he is not a good one at all, I have acted as better psychos than this in shitty B grade movies. Hell, an M. Night Shyamalan movie twist is more excited than you are.”
The Natural One pushes the room service cart towards the balcony in his room. He takes a moment to look around at the ground below making sure there is nobody out there. Once the coast is clear, Robert pulls out a sharpie and signs his autograph across the plate that his food was sitting on. He then pushes the whole cart over the edge of the balcony and watches as it falls.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“Now, that may have seemed very un-needed but I have reasoning. You see, Troy is a part of some group of bad wrestlers known as the New Age. Supposedly he is or was good buddies with that bitch Joey. Well, I’m going to make a stand here and now. That cart is a picture of what the New Age is soon to be like, when I take them down. I don’t care if I do it alone, or someone comes along for the ride. Hell, if they’re lucky I’ll throw in an autograph for being a good sport about it.”
Robert laughs as he walks back into the room towards his bed. He pushes the camera out of the room and tells them that he will be out in just a second before pushing the door closed. There is some commotion for a second before he opens the door back up. The camera now focuses on The Natural One who is now dressed in a full suit and wearing super nice sunglasses. He laughs for a second while he walks past the camera headed towards the elevator.
:"The Natural One" Robert Garrett:
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
The scene fades to black as the elevator doors close with Robert standing inside it.
