Post by Slick Williams on Aug 23, 2015 14:31:42 GMT -6
*POP....Glug Glug Glug.... ssssssss*
-Strong, tan hands wrap around a frosted, imported beer. The hands are loaded with decorative jewelry, and use that jewelry to tap the can. The tapping keeps beat with the humming of Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall". The can comes up to the mans lips, as he looks out from his pool onto the city beneath his mountain top escape. The man is Kevin "Slick" Williams. He is wearing a backwards baseball camp, his signature sunglasses, and Red and Blue Swimming Trunks. His chest is exposed and his muscles ripple as he tastes the beer.-
"Ahhh."
-He slowly walks out of the pool and grabs a towel from his beach chair, taking the towel and wiping the water off his chest he continues to hum Pink Floyd. He quickly finishes his beer and tosses it to the grass, moving towards his large screened in patio. He wraps the towel around his waist and moves to his patio table. On the table there is an array of papers, photos, and general clutter, but on top we see a folder labeled "VOW". The folder is labeled in Gold Print. Slick picks it up and takes a look at the folder, moving to his patio cooler and grabbing another beer. He tosses the folder onto another side table, cracks open the beer, and then places the open beer on top of the folder as his phone buzzes. Taking a quick look at the phone, he sighs and answers it.-
"What?"
-As he nods at the person on the other end of the phone he slowly paces back and forth.-
"Yeah. I'm doing it. I mean, why not right? Yeah, I know I could do better. I'm one of the best, I'm aware of it. But look, I'm bored. Having sex and drinking beer gets excruciatingly boring after awhile, I've gotta do something to pass the time. So I figured why not? Spend a few years there, win everything I have to win, and then come back here and keep fucking and drinking. Can't beat that right?"
-His cockiness is apparent from the get-go. He has a smile that only a mother could love, and one that speaks volumes about his character, or lack thereof. He takes the beer from the table and begins to take some swigs as he continues on the phone.-
"Look, I've been to Japan, I've been through he Indies, I've been almost everywhere I could possibly be and it always turns out the same. You know it and I know it. I make my entrance, people call me mouthy, and I back it up and whoop their asses. That's how it's been for years, and that's how it's going to continue to be. Look, THEY called me, alright? They came begging for me to come save their sorry organization."
-Even though this is a lie, he's convincing nonetheless.-
"And look, my dad was a sorry sonofabitch, but he did know one thing, he knew to never pass up a paycheck, and an easy one at that. I've taken a look at these chumps, and there isn't a single person who can even offer me a challenge. I'll make quick work of this place and then be onto the next challenge. It's simple as that."
-He nods as the person on the other end of the phone speak.-
"Don't worry about it, I'll be the first real talent they ever see there, they won't know what to do with themselves. I'm just hoping they've got some women there who are worth my time."
-He nods again as he finishes his second beer.-
"Yeah, yeah, like I said, I know what I"m doing, I always have, and I always will. You just worry about yourself.
Yep.
Uh-Huh.
Alight, later."
-Slick walks back over to the folder and opens it up. There lays a contract, now with a ring of condensation from his beer on it. He looks at it for a second, reaches over on the table grabs a pen and signs it.-
"These poor bastards won't know what hit them."
-He chuckles to himself as he walks back out of the patio and towards the pool again.-
"VOW....business is about to pick up."
-As he goes to the edge of the pool he dives in as the scene ends-
SLICK WILLIAMS IS COMING.......
-Strong, tan hands wrap around a frosted, imported beer. The hands are loaded with decorative jewelry, and use that jewelry to tap the can. The tapping keeps beat with the humming of Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall". The can comes up to the mans lips, as he looks out from his pool onto the city beneath his mountain top escape. The man is Kevin "Slick" Williams. He is wearing a backwards baseball camp, his signature sunglasses, and Red and Blue Swimming Trunks. His chest is exposed and his muscles ripple as he tastes the beer.-
"Ahhh."
-He slowly walks out of the pool and grabs a towel from his beach chair, taking the towel and wiping the water off his chest he continues to hum Pink Floyd. He quickly finishes his beer and tosses it to the grass, moving towards his large screened in patio. He wraps the towel around his waist and moves to his patio table. On the table there is an array of papers, photos, and general clutter, but on top we see a folder labeled "VOW". The folder is labeled in Gold Print. Slick picks it up and takes a look at the folder, moving to his patio cooler and grabbing another beer. He tosses the folder onto another side table, cracks open the beer, and then places the open beer on top of the folder as his phone buzzes. Taking a quick look at the phone, he sighs and answers it.-
"What?"
-As he nods at the person on the other end of the phone he slowly paces back and forth.-
"Yeah. I'm doing it. I mean, why not right? Yeah, I know I could do better. I'm one of the best, I'm aware of it. But look, I'm bored. Having sex and drinking beer gets excruciatingly boring after awhile, I've gotta do something to pass the time. So I figured why not? Spend a few years there, win everything I have to win, and then come back here and keep fucking and drinking. Can't beat that right?"
-His cockiness is apparent from the get-go. He has a smile that only a mother could love, and one that speaks volumes about his character, or lack thereof. He takes the beer from the table and begins to take some swigs as he continues on the phone.-
"Look, I've been to Japan, I've been through he Indies, I've been almost everywhere I could possibly be and it always turns out the same. You know it and I know it. I make my entrance, people call me mouthy, and I back it up and whoop their asses. That's how it's been for years, and that's how it's going to continue to be. Look, THEY called me, alright? They came begging for me to come save their sorry organization."
-Even though this is a lie, he's convincing nonetheless.-
"And look, my dad was a sorry sonofabitch, but he did know one thing, he knew to never pass up a paycheck, and an easy one at that. I've taken a look at these chumps, and there isn't a single person who can even offer me a challenge. I'll make quick work of this place and then be onto the next challenge. It's simple as that."
-He nods as the person on the other end of the phone speak.-
"Don't worry about it, I'll be the first real talent they ever see there, they won't know what to do with themselves. I'm just hoping they've got some women there who are worth my time."
-He nods again as he finishes his second beer.-
"Yeah, yeah, like I said, I know what I"m doing, I always have, and I always will. You just worry about yourself.
Yep.
Uh-Huh.
Alight, later."
-Slick walks back over to the folder and opens it up. There lays a contract, now with a ring of condensation from his beer on it. He looks at it for a second, reaches over on the table grabs a pen and signs it.-
"These poor bastards won't know what hit them."
-He chuckles to himself as he walks back out of the patio and towards the pool again.-
"VOW....business is about to pick up."
-As he goes to the edge of the pool he dives in as the scene ends-
SLICK WILLIAMS IS COMING.......
