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Making it official
Topic Started: Mar 2 2018, 02:56 AM (46 Views)
TheRealDC

*The scene opens up to a parking lot, just as a white Subaru WRX pulls into a vacant spot along a multi colored brick building. Adorning the side of this building are the words Silver Page Agency, the office building of one Eli Silver. But he is not the important person in this. No, for that you want to direct your attention and focus to the grimacing gaze of the drive of the white beast. The squinting look for a scraggly bearded individual as he exits the car. He places his hand over his eyes, sheltering them from the blazing sun high above. His hair is short, and the light hoodie he is wearing covers up a plain white shirt underneath. He is wearing faded jeans and white shoes if you care, but you cannot see that right now. The view is from the passenger side. He is on the driver side of the vehicle, and immediately appearing into view is the actual passenger. The buxom blonde haired beauty that is accompanying him now emerges into the view as well. She is wearing a pair of tight fitting torn jeans and a spaghetti strapped tank top. It would seem she may have a little more common sense, as she glances back at the driver with big designer sunglasses on.*

Girl: Well... What happened to the pair I bought you?

*Obviously this conversation had started before we have joined these two.*

Guy: I threw them out.

Girl: Why?

*The man doesn't use his words, simply looking at the girl, conveying all he needs to say to her with a simple lowered bro-

Guy: Because they looked stupid.

*The girl looks at him. Shaking her head like she has just been hit with a water pistol.*

Girl: Do you know how much those cost?

Guy: Yeah...

*He shuts the car door, not breaking his gaze from the girl. Emphatically answering her with a slight nod.*

Guy: Too fucking much.

*This is DC. The girl that is somehow putting up with his attitude is Cali Sawyer. They're a fairly new couple. DC is on a bit of a rebound into the wrestling world and life in general. A lot of things have happened. To him this seems to be the only real course of action for him to take. He doesn't fit in too well with the day to day life of everyone else. Though admittedly, he doesn't really need to work again either. Yet here the two of them are. About to have a sit down meeting with Eli Silver. The two of them coming to terms on a contract that will take them through the doors of Championship Wrestling Federation. A brief period of silence passes as the two enter through the glass doors, walk past the receptionist, and enter the elevator. Cali turns to DC, removing her sunglasses and placing them on top of her head.*

Cali: Where did you throw them out?

*He shrugs.*

DC: Fucked if I know. I only held on to them because I felt like I owed it to you to try them out.

Cali: Is that supposed to make me feel better about you throwing out a two hundred dollar pair of sunglasses?

DC: Two hundred?

*There is a brief pause. If you shook your head after reading that then you don't need me to tell you the look on DC's face.*

DC: Are you fucking serious?

*D had a feeling the number was high, but now that high.*

DC: You could have spent that money on a lot better shit than a pair of fucking sunglasses.

Cali: Like what? Another Harley Quinn statue?

*He sticks his finger up at her, wanting to give a comeback but knowing there is no real defense.*

DC: Your hair looks stupid.

Cali: Sorry, next time I'll put it up in pigtails... puddin'.

*D rolls his eyes at her, shaking his head as he turns to the door. Without him looking, and hoping he doesn't turn around, Cali removes her glasses and straightens her hair out before returning them. The ding goes off, and the doors open up to an floor that is full of the sunny light from the outside. The huge windows at the far side of the building giving the entire floor natural lighting during the day. Though it is not by any means overbearing. DC and Cali begin to exit, stepping out onto the office floor and down the distance to the head office at the floors end. There, perched behind his desk, and trying like hell to not look up, is Eli Silver. Dressed in his favorite suit from a designer whose name you cannot pronounce. He is tapping his pen, in front of his keyboard. He glaces up from the side of his eyes, getting more anxious as the couple gets closer to his office door. DC makes it to the door, opening it and allowing Cali to walk in first before he himself enters. Eli, suddenly, bursts up from his hunching state with a smile plastered across his face. He then stands, walking around the table.*

Eli: D... How is my favorite walking bi polar disorder?

*A bit uncharacteristically, DC actually greets Eli with a hug as well. This doesn't seem that odd though, considering what the two have gone through together over the course of their friendship, especially the last few years.*

Eli: And Cali, looking as sexy as ever...

*Eli passes by DC and over to Cali, who greets Eli with a hug as well. As Eli pulls away, he turns to glance at DC with a chuckle in his voice.*

Eli: Jesus Christ, I think she may be stronger then you, D.

*He turns back to Cali, stepping away and making his way back around his desk.*

Cali: That's because I can lift more than him.

*Eli quickly looks up, and over at DC, who shrugs like its no big deal.*

Eli: Bullshit.

*Cali seems a bit taken back as if being called out on a bluff.*

Cali: You don't think so?

*Eli straightens his suit, a little bit of panic setting in on him as Cali tilts her head at him. The piercing green eyes staring straight into the old school brain of the suave agent.*

Eli: He's a professional wrestler, I would assume the professional wrestler would be able to lift more than his wom-

*Cali stands up. Eli, as if he had seen a spider, scampers away like he's about to jump out of the window to get away.*

Eli: Okay Xena, let's take it back down to Caitlin Upton.

Cali: When you hear the words Fitness Model, do you ignore the word fitness cause you're lazy, or do you only hear model cause you think with your dick?

*Eli, who clutches the back of his chair as he turns it to him before he takes his seat smiles like an unsure child.*

Eli: Which one keeps my arms in their sockets?

*He tries to joke, getting a smile out of Cali. He takes his place once again behind his desk, brushing off the awkwardness that he's brought into the room. Cali just tries to hide her smile as she stares at him, taking a seat as well. D remains standing.*

DC: SO... I assume we got everything squared up and figured out with this, CWF place.

*Eli is finally feeling like he can let his guard down turns his attention back to D.*

Eli: Yeah, standard contract, just like you wanted. I could have gotten you a helluva lot more you do know that.

DC: Yeah, you made it very clear, and I still don't care.

Cali: Am I still a part of that deal or do I get my own?

*Eli who is now in business mode hands a few of the papers over to Cali.*

Eli: You, Miss Atomic Blonde, have the same length contract as DC here, but yours is in a managerial role. If you'd like to further down the road, you can renegotiate under an active wrestlers contract. If you catch the bug...

Cali: What bug?

DC: He means "the wrestling bug".

*Cali still isn't totally following.*

Eli: Like the addiction of it. The thing that keeps shit for brains over here coming back to the business.

Cali: Probably shouldn't call it that, makes it sound like an STD or something.

*Eli and DC look at each other, suddenly realizing that they may have been sounding like tools.*

Eli: Well, trust me, you'll know it when you feel it.

*Eli chimes in like the comment will help, Cali no sells it.*

Cali: See, that makes it sound like chlamydia.

DC: It's not chlamydia, alright. It's just like the rush of the crowd, that gets into you. It's ominous.

Cali: Euphoric, babe.

*D is stunned, his brain hesitating, unable to speak as Eli sits a bit dumbfounded.*

Cali: Ominous means like, a sense of something bad is about to happen. You wanna convince me that it's intoxicating, not foreboding. Euphoric; the bug. Ominous; chlamydia.

Eli: What, now it's suddenly not enough to be hot and a badass, you gotta be some kind of fucking English Major?

Cali: Not an English Major, but I have a degree in Speech Pathology with a minor in English.

*Eli, baffled, glances over at DC as if to plead with him to do something about this.*

Eli: Did you know that?

DC: I don't even know what Speech Pathology is...

Cali: Don't worry about it babe.

*Cali fans through her pages, and reaches for a pen to sign it. An emasculated DC and Eli stare watching her finalize the contract with her signature. Eli leans towards DC, not looking away from Cali.*

Eli: I thought you were the shit talker.

*D clears his throat.*

DC: I still am, don't get all blown away because the blonde got one over on us. I don't have to know what Speech Pathology is.

*D walks over, leaning over the desk to sign his contract. Eli collects them both and signs his own name as witness to the signing. He then places them into a manila envelope and puts them in an outgoing bin on the corner of his desk.*

Eli: So, I guess we can all be happy with mediocrity again, right?

*Eli feigns a laugh, knowing his cut of the profits towards his two clients signing low paying contracts means little to no profit for him or his company. But there is a shred of him that is happy to see his friend get back into the grind of things.*

DC: Suck a dick Eli.

*Well... there goes that feeling. Eli's face is flush. Whatever good feeling he had is washed away on his face as it slumps down.*

Eli: Do me a favor. Maybe this time, we don't try to burn the place down in the first month, okay?

DC: No promises.

*Eli grabs his keys from the desk, nodding to the two clients, and walking around the desk and towards the door as DC and Cali stand and walk with him. Eli checks his watch as the three leave his office.*

Eli: I got a lunch I have to get to.

Cali: Don't you have interns or something for that kind of thing?

Eli: I tell you what, you let me be the agent, and you stick to being an oxymoron.

*D chuckles at the joke, and hits the button to the elevator. Another pause between the three as they enter and exit after the short trip down to the ground floor. Once outside of the building, they are greeted by the blazing sunlight. As the three make their way down the sidewalk Cali lowers her sunglasses down in front of her eyes. Eli grabs a pair out of the coat pocket of his suit. DC... puts his hand over his eyes. Eli reaches his car first, the black Maserati Quattroporte the narrator had failed to mention at the beginning. As he unlocks the door and goes to get in he watches the couple walk past his car.*

Eli: D!

*Eli calls out to his friend and client. A puzzled look on his face.*

Eli: Why don't you use the money you just made to buy a pair of fucking sunglasses.

*He smiles, climbing into his car and firing it up. Not resisting the urge to pump the gas peddle a few times before leaving the lot and zipping down the road. DC remains still, watching the car leave, and slowly turns to his girlfriend who cannot hide the smile across her face hard enough.*

DC: Shut the fuck up...

*He shakes his head. And the scene slowly fades to black.*
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