Post by bsy253 on Jan 15, 2010 11:50:36 GMT -5
[To be lame, I'm going to write this in promo style. I'm at work and I'm bored...what else do you do? Work...ha!]
[The camera opens up in the bedroom of Brandon $. Yelder. Shirtless, he pulls his torso out from under the cover and looks to his right, seeing his sleeping beauty, Alexzandria, still deep in sleep. As he stretchs he turns to his right to grab a glass of water and his laptop. Brandon lifts the top of the computer to expose the screen and turns it on, only to blind himself from the colors of the Windows 7 welcome screen in the dark room.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Shit...
[Brandon logs onto his account and immediately pulls open his web browser to check his email.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Let's see...does anyone love me?
[Gmail loads and Brandon's eyes get wide.]
Brandon $. Yelder: 500 EMAILS?!
[Alexzandria looks over with sleep in her eyes.]
Alexzandria: Shhhh. I'm still sleeping.
[Brandon whispers back.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Sorry.
[Alexzandria turns back over to fall asleep again as Brandon cracks his knuckles before placing his hands on the keyboard.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Let's see what we have here.
[Brandon speaks to himself as the checks his email.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Spam...spam....spam....spam....fan mail....spam....fan mail...autograph request, TRASHED...spam...spam...VWI Message Board Request...spam...spam...wait!
[Brandon moves the mouse pad over to the link for the VWI Message Board Request and clicks it.]
Brandon $. Yelder: What's this?
[Brandon gives the message board a once over, with a surprised smirk on his face.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Pretty fancy. Props to the webmaster. I gotta get me one of these.
[Brandon checks out the General Board link and sees posts like "Ok, it's been almost two damn weeks..." and "The Rise of the Messiah has begun"]
Brandon $. Yelder: Ah...I don't miss that at all. Looks like VWI is getting the same complaints that I got.
[Brandon breaks the fourth wall and speaks to the viewer watching at home.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Guys, ignore the haters. They may not even be haters, but they definitely are sipping on the haterade. As long as you do what you do, it doesn't matter how long it takes. If it's good, people will wait for it.
[Brandon redirects his attention to the computer screen.]
Brandon $. Yelder: I have to see this.
[Brandon double clicks on the second post and starts reading out loud.]
Brandon $. Yelder: "Thank you Mr. Hrebien, I am very glad for this opportunity that you have given me. As you the rest of your superstars, you might want to send out a memo that "The Messiah" is here in VWI and they do not stand a chance against me. The Rise of the Messiah has begun Mr. Hrebien and you should be glad to witness it's beginning, and you will be elated when I win my first title so you know your investment was not a waste unlike some people in this company."
[Brandon chokes back a laugh to keep from waking Alexzandria before breaking the fourth wall again.]
Brandon $. Yelder: So...let me get this straight. VWI has a Messiah? So things are so bad after one show in here that some one feels that they need to save VWI? Man...things are just getting started. Go save a fed that needs saving. I think VWI will be just find in the hands of a capable soldier like myself. Just because I'm "Big Money" doesn't mean I'm still not "Your Personal Jesus," an "Enforcer," or an "Impact Player." Don't be a miracle worker. You haven't signed up for the class yet. Your tuition isn't paid. You want to be a Messiah, step to the feet of a god and put your money down at the "Nu School of Perfection." I'll be glad to show you the ropes and make you rethink your position on deity.
[Brandon scrolls down some more and chuckles.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Do people really hate Sexy 13? That bad? Sheesh. I thought that I was the most polorizing figure in virtual sports entertainment. I mean...I did fake my own death. It was worth it. The trip to Jamaica was COMPLETELY worth it.
[Brandon closes the laptop and places it back on his end table before looking at his clock. It reads 11:42 AM.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Shit. Business meeting at 2 in LA for $. Enterprises. I'll make it.
[Brandon hits the intercom in his house, that pages his own personal assistant in the West Wing of his mansion estate in Atlanta, Georgia.]
Quincy: Yes, Mr. Yelder.
Brandon $. Yelder: Q, is the PJ fueled up?
Quincy: Mr. Yelder, Money One is fueled and on call.
Brandon $. Yelder: I gotta leave here in 15 minutes. Have the jet warmed up and ready for me to hop on.
Quincy: Right away.
[Brandon hops out of bed and walks around to face Alexzandria.]
Brandon $. Yelder: I'll see you after a bit. Gotta do some business.
[Brandon kisses Alexzandria on the head before walking towards the bathroom to take a shower as the camera fades to black.]
[The camera opens up in the bedroom of Brandon $. Yelder. Shirtless, he pulls his torso out from under the cover and looks to his right, seeing his sleeping beauty, Alexzandria, still deep in sleep. As he stretchs he turns to his right to grab a glass of water and his laptop. Brandon lifts the top of the computer to expose the screen and turns it on, only to blind himself from the colors of the Windows 7 welcome screen in the dark room.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Shit...
[Brandon logs onto his account and immediately pulls open his web browser to check his email.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Let's see...does anyone love me?
[Gmail loads and Brandon's eyes get wide.]
Brandon $. Yelder: 500 EMAILS?!
[Alexzandria looks over with sleep in her eyes.]
Alexzandria: Shhhh. I'm still sleeping.
[Brandon whispers back.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Sorry.
[Alexzandria turns back over to fall asleep again as Brandon cracks his knuckles before placing his hands on the keyboard.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Let's see what we have here.
[Brandon speaks to himself as the checks his email.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Spam...spam....spam....spam....fan mail....spam....fan mail...autograph request, TRASHED...spam...spam...VWI Message Board Request...spam...spam...wait!
[Brandon moves the mouse pad over to the link for the VWI Message Board Request and clicks it.]
Brandon $. Yelder: What's this?
[Brandon gives the message board a once over, with a surprised smirk on his face.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Pretty fancy. Props to the webmaster. I gotta get me one of these.
[Brandon checks out the General Board link and sees posts like "Ok, it's been almost two damn weeks..." and "The Rise of the Messiah has begun"]
Brandon $. Yelder: Ah...I don't miss that at all. Looks like VWI is getting the same complaints that I got.
[Brandon breaks the fourth wall and speaks to the viewer watching at home.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Guys, ignore the haters. They may not even be haters, but they definitely are sipping on the haterade. As long as you do what you do, it doesn't matter how long it takes. If it's good, people will wait for it.
[Brandon redirects his attention to the computer screen.]
Brandon $. Yelder: I have to see this.
[Brandon double clicks on the second post and starts reading out loud.]
Brandon $. Yelder: "Thank you Mr. Hrebien, I am very glad for this opportunity that you have given me. As you the rest of your superstars, you might want to send out a memo that "The Messiah" is here in VWI and they do not stand a chance against me. The Rise of the Messiah has begun Mr. Hrebien and you should be glad to witness it's beginning, and you will be elated when I win my first title so you know your investment was not a waste unlike some people in this company."
[Brandon chokes back a laugh to keep from waking Alexzandria before breaking the fourth wall again.]
Brandon $. Yelder: So...let me get this straight. VWI has a Messiah? So things are so bad after one show in here that some one feels that they need to save VWI? Man...things are just getting started. Go save a fed that needs saving. I think VWI will be just find in the hands of a capable soldier like myself. Just because I'm "Big Money" doesn't mean I'm still not "Your Personal Jesus," an "Enforcer," or an "Impact Player." Don't be a miracle worker. You haven't signed up for the class yet. Your tuition isn't paid. You want to be a Messiah, step to the feet of a god and put your money down at the "Nu School of Perfection." I'll be glad to show you the ropes and make you rethink your position on deity.
[Brandon scrolls down some more and chuckles.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Do people really hate Sexy 13? That bad? Sheesh. I thought that I was the most polorizing figure in virtual sports entertainment. I mean...I did fake my own death. It was worth it. The trip to Jamaica was COMPLETELY worth it.
[Brandon closes the laptop and places it back on his end table before looking at his clock. It reads 11:42 AM.]
Brandon $. Yelder: Shit. Business meeting at 2 in LA for $. Enterprises. I'll make it.
[Brandon hits the intercom in his house, that pages his own personal assistant in the West Wing of his mansion estate in Atlanta, Georgia.]
Quincy: Yes, Mr. Yelder.
Brandon $. Yelder: Q, is the PJ fueled up?
Quincy: Mr. Yelder, Money One is fueled and on call.
Brandon $. Yelder: I gotta leave here in 15 minutes. Have the jet warmed up and ready for me to hop on.
Quincy: Right away.
[Brandon hops out of bed and walks around to face Alexzandria.]
Brandon $. Yelder: I'll see you after a bit. Gotta do some business.
[Brandon kisses Alexzandria on the head before walking towards the bathroom to take a shower as the camera fades to black.]