Post by Donovan Basch on Aug 13, 2024 12:33:25 GMT -5
Donovan Basch’s Private Office
Basch Residence
Carlsbad, CA
August 11th, 2024
Late Afternoon
Scene opens with a slow panning shot of the darkened office, finally stopping on the back of a huge leather office chair. It turns partially to show Donovan Basch, illuminated by the setting sun. In one hand, he holds a rocks glass, half full of an amber liquid. In the other, he holds a remote of some sort.
Donovan: Ah, the end of another fruitful day… Business is well, I’ve had an intense workout, and I’m about to have a delectable meal with my family.
He takes a sip of his drink, savoring the taste.
Donovan: But… I’d be remiss if I didn’t dedicate a SMALL portion of my time to address my opponent for the upcoming Scion show, one Luther Wolf.
Before continuing, Donovan aims the remote at the far wall, where we see several pieces of high-end electronics mounted in custom cases. He presses a button, and his sound system comes to life, playing Mozart’s “Piano Sonata No.1”. He lets it play for a few brief moments before lowering the volume.
Donovan: Mr. Wolf, when you signed with Florida Wrestling Prestige, you billed yourself as the “Amadeus of Wrestling”... Quite a tall order, good sir, quite a tall order.
Tell me, are you a prodigy of some sort? After all, you portend of creating masterpieces inside the ring, yet you are untested… unproven. Do you intend to use me as the catalyst for establishing yourself in FWP?
He takes another sip, staring out the window.
Donovan: Young man, I am NOONE’S stepping stone. I’ve taken the foolish notions of many people just like you and rended them right in their faces. The level of arrogance you’ve displayed, along with your total disregard of what I’ve accomplished in this industry, makes me bound and determined to leave you as smoldering heap in the middle of the ring, right next to your broken aspirations of ring glory.
Donovan stands and turns off his sound system. As he exits the room, he can be heard muttering to himself.
Donovan: ”Amadeus of Wrestling”.... What a buffon…
Scene ends.
Basch Residence
Carlsbad, CA
August 11th, 2024
Late Afternoon
Scene opens with a slow panning shot of the darkened office, finally stopping on the back of a huge leather office chair. It turns partially to show Donovan Basch, illuminated by the setting sun. In one hand, he holds a rocks glass, half full of an amber liquid. In the other, he holds a remote of some sort.
Donovan: Ah, the end of another fruitful day… Business is well, I’ve had an intense workout, and I’m about to have a delectable meal with my family.
He takes a sip of his drink, savoring the taste.
Donovan: But… I’d be remiss if I didn’t dedicate a SMALL portion of my time to address my opponent for the upcoming Scion show, one Luther Wolf.
Before continuing, Donovan aims the remote at the far wall, where we see several pieces of high-end electronics mounted in custom cases. He presses a button, and his sound system comes to life, playing Mozart’s “Piano Sonata No.1”. He lets it play for a few brief moments before lowering the volume.
Donovan: Mr. Wolf, when you signed with Florida Wrestling Prestige, you billed yourself as the “Amadeus of Wrestling”... Quite a tall order, good sir, quite a tall order.
Tell me, are you a prodigy of some sort? After all, you portend of creating masterpieces inside the ring, yet you are untested… unproven. Do you intend to use me as the catalyst for establishing yourself in FWP?
He takes another sip, staring out the window.
Donovan: Young man, I am NOONE’S stepping stone. I’ve taken the foolish notions of many people just like you and rended them right in their faces. The level of arrogance you’ve displayed, along with your total disregard of what I’ve accomplished in this industry, makes me bound and determined to leave you as smoldering heap in the middle of the ring, right next to your broken aspirations of ring glory.
Donovan stands and turns off his sound system. As he exits the room, he can be heard muttering to himself.
Donovan: ”Amadeus of Wrestling”.... What a buffon…
Scene ends.
