Post by The B.R.A.T. on Mar 31, 2016 0:17:47 GMT
We open up outside of a well known nightclub in L.A. You can tell by the long line of people waiting to get in that this is the place to be tonight. The bouncer a man of incredible size stands at the entrance keeping people roped off from the inside.
This is mostly true as occasionally an attractive young thing wearing practically nothing is granted access. The groans of the crowd let you know of their disapproval of this oft used practice.
Over at the curb there are parking attendants waiting to catch a glimpse of a celebrity or a nice tip. All they can do in scramble out the way as a car costing more then they make in four years screeches to a stop in front of them.
A man steps out of the car. He is dressed in the latest fashions. From the shoes on his feet to the sunglasses on his face, everything is top of the line. In his mind all eyes are on him. Why wouldn't they be? He flips his keys to one of the parking attendants.
The man doesn't get in line. He walks right up to the door. As he tries to enter to grazes the bouncer. The human stone wall takes exception to this and grabs the young man by the shit and pushes him back. Oh no he didn't...
Landen Dalmon
Did you just put your hands on me? I can't believe that YOU think it's ok to put your hands on me. You must not value your job. If you did, you would have never made the biggest mistake of your life!
The bouncer looks at him with nothing more than a look of annoyance on his face.
Landen Dalmon
You don't even realize what you've done do you?
I'm Landen Dalmon!
You just put your hands on one of the WEALTHIEST, BEST LOOKING, and WELL KNOWN men in the world!
Don't pretend you don't know who I am!
I'm the son of the GREAT Jack Dalmon!
The Bouncer
I don't care who you are. No one gets through this door unless I say so! Why don't you go wait in line with everyone else. If you are lucky you might see the inside tonight.
Landen Dalmon
You don't seem to get it do you? No one tells me what to do! If I want something I don't ask for it, I take it!
I'm a DALMON damn it!
Here is how this is going to go. I'm going to take off my sunglasses, and you are going to look me in the eyes and apologize. Then you are going to kiss my ass just like everyone else, because it's what I deserve!
When I am satisfied you can go back to your meaningless existence. If you are lucky I might even let you keep your job.
Landen Dalmon removes his sunglasses and tucks them in the collar of his shirt. He then walks up to the bouncer and stares into his eyes, waiting for his apology.
Instead of “I'm Sorry” the bouncer grabs Landen by his shirt and pushes him back. This almost causes the young man to fall to the ground. This won't stand.
Landen Dalmon
You son of a...
Just then the manager of the club makes his way outside. Having heard there was a commotion he wanted to check it out for himself. What he sees is his bouncer and Landen Dalmon ready to go toe to toe.
Club Owner
Lamont! What the hell are you doing?
This is Landen Dalmon. He is one of our VIPs.
It isn't going to work out for you here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave Lamont.
I'm so sorry about this Mr. Dalmon.
Landen Dalmon
You should be!
What kind of people are you hiring around here? I have half a mind to go elsewhere, and tell my friends just what kind of dive you are running.
Club Owner
Landen, I mean Mr. Dalmon. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement on compensation. How about free drinks all night long?
This hardly impresses him.
Club Owner
Um...how about...
The club owner whispers something in Landen's ear that brings a smile to his face. He then waves for a couple of very attractive ladies to make their way outside. Each of the women take their places on either side of Landen to escort him in. The young Dalmon makes his way inside with a huge smirk on his face and just a bit of arrogance.
My name is Landen Dalmon!
You can call me The B.R.A.T.!
The Beautiful
The Rich
The Athletic
The Talented
I'm everything you wish you could be.
I'm practically perfection!
So why then would I join the ranks of professional wrestling?
Better yet, an unproven company?
The answer is simple.
Because I can!
If you look at my accomplishments you will see a list a mile long. Everything I've ever done, I've succeeded in. I've been the model on the cover of magazines. I've been the jock, excelling in every sport from football to polo. I've raced cars. I've recorded a gold record. I've done it all!
I've never failed!
So that's why I'm here in Valentine Wrestling Syndicate.
I figure I might as well check professional wrestling off of the list of things I'm great at. The reason I chose a new company is because I'm a generous man. I'm going to allow the VWS to use me as the face of this company.
Who wouldn't want a Dalmon to represent them?
It doesn't matter that I've never wrestled a real match before. All that matters is that I'm stepping in the ring. My strong bloodline will take care of the rest.
I should be in the main event.
It looks like whoever is in charge didn't do their homework.
Instead of front and center embarrassing only one man I get the honor of exposing half of the men on the roster. These are guys who have probably spent years honing their craft.
I've been at this for two weeks.
When you have money like I do, you don't have to pay your dues with blood, sweat, and tears. You pay up front, in cash.
Gabriel Ellis you are a big boy. There is no doubt about that. You are someone who probably ate their Wheaties growing up. I've never had to eat the stuff so I wouldn't know but I have seen the commercials. I'm sure to some you would be scary, but you don't scare me. I've heard the bigger they are the hard they fall. I know it's true because I've seen how quickly the plus sized women throw themselves at me claiming they are in love with me.
Johnny Gillmen...do I even need to waste my time. You are the complete opposite of everything I am. If I didn't know better I would say God made me in his true image and you were the leftover scraps. I was born with everything I would ever need in life and I excelled. It looks like you were born with nothing and just decided it wasn't worth your time. How we could end up in the same ring together makes no sense. I need to move on. I think I'm going to be sick.
Ah now here is a man worthy of sharing a ring with yours truly!.The Duke of Andrews! Wait, he isn't a duke? His name is Duke Andrews? That's disappointing. He also calls himself the Epitome of Perfection? Dude, you're from Grand Rapids, Michigan. I think a more realistic nickname should be Might As Well Be Detroit Duke Andrews! I've never been there so I just assume it's all the same. Don't bother showing me where you live by pointing to your hand, I don't care.
Last and probably least? I don't know...there was that Gillmen slob. Avery Miles III...a face with attitude. I think I saw something similar on an old show where people dressed in bright costumes and fought monsters. I'm sure you are excited about stepping into the ring at March Madness in April. Is that right? Am I sure I made the right choice? Anyway...Avery I am sure you are excited like all the rest of the men in this match. Is that how the world operates today? People get excited for second place?
I have already won the match.
We will be going through the motions.
You might all be good guys.
But I am THE guy!
The Beautiful
The Rich
The Athletic
The Talented
I am The B.R.A.T. Landen Dalmon!
This is mostly true as occasionally an attractive young thing wearing practically nothing is granted access. The groans of the crowd let you know of their disapproval of this oft used practice.
Over at the curb there are parking attendants waiting to catch a glimpse of a celebrity or a nice tip. All they can do in scramble out the way as a car costing more then they make in four years screeches to a stop in front of them.
A man steps out of the car. He is dressed in the latest fashions. From the shoes on his feet to the sunglasses on his face, everything is top of the line. In his mind all eyes are on him. Why wouldn't they be? He flips his keys to one of the parking attendants.
The man doesn't get in line. He walks right up to the door. As he tries to enter to grazes the bouncer. The human stone wall takes exception to this and grabs the young man by the shit and pushes him back. Oh no he didn't...
Landen Dalmon
Did you just put your hands on me? I can't believe that YOU think it's ok to put your hands on me. You must not value your job. If you did, you would have never made the biggest mistake of your life!
The bouncer looks at him with nothing more than a look of annoyance on his face.
Landen Dalmon
You don't even realize what you've done do you?
I'm Landen Dalmon!
You just put your hands on one of the WEALTHIEST, BEST LOOKING, and WELL KNOWN men in the world!
Don't pretend you don't know who I am!
I'm the son of the GREAT Jack Dalmon!
The Bouncer
I don't care who you are. No one gets through this door unless I say so! Why don't you go wait in line with everyone else. If you are lucky you might see the inside tonight.
Landen Dalmon
You don't seem to get it do you? No one tells me what to do! If I want something I don't ask for it, I take it!
I'm a DALMON damn it!
Here is how this is going to go. I'm going to take off my sunglasses, and you are going to look me in the eyes and apologize. Then you are going to kiss my ass just like everyone else, because it's what I deserve!
When I am satisfied you can go back to your meaningless existence. If you are lucky I might even let you keep your job.
Landen Dalmon removes his sunglasses and tucks them in the collar of his shirt. He then walks up to the bouncer and stares into his eyes, waiting for his apology.
Instead of “I'm Sorry” the bouncer grabs Landen by his shirt and pushes him back. This almost causes the young man to fall to the ground. This won't stand.
Landen Dalmon
You son of a...
Just then the manager of the club makes his way outside. Having heard there was a commotion he wanted to check it out for himself. What he sees is his bouncer and Landen Dalmon ready to go toe to toe.
Club Owner
Lamont! What the hell are you doing?
This is Landen Dalmon. He is one of our VIPs.
It isn't going to work out for you here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave Lamont.
I'm so sorry about this Mr. Dalmon.
Landen Dalmon
You should be!
What kind of people are you hiring around here? I have half a mind to go elsewhere, and tell my friends just what kind of dive you are running.
Club Owner
Landen, I mean Mr. Dalmon. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement on compensation. How about free drinks all night long?
This hardly impresses him.
Club Owner
Um...how about...
The club owner whispers something in Landen's ear that brings a smile to his face. He then waves for a couple of very attractive ladies to make their way outside. Each of the women take their places on either side of Landen to escort him in. The young Dalmon makes his way inside with a huge smirk on his face and just a bit of arrogance.
My name is Landen Dalmon!
You can call me The B.R.A.T.!
The Beautiful
The Rich
The Athletic
The Talented
I'm everything you wish you could be.
I'm practically perfection!
So why then would I join the ranks of professional wrestling?
Better yet, an unproven company?
The answer is simple.
Because I can!
If you look at my accomplishments you will see a list a mile long. Everything I've ever done, I've succeeded in. I've been the model on the cover of magazines. I've been the jock, excelling in every sport from football to polo. I've raced cars. I've recorded a gold record. I've done it all!
I've never failed!
So that's why I'm here in Valentine Wrestling Syndicate.
I figure I might as well check professional wrestling off of the list of things I'm great at. The reason I chose a new company is because I'm a generous man. I'm going to allow the VWS to use me as the face of this company.
Who wouldn't want a Dalmon to represent them?
It doesn't matter that I've never wrestled a real match before. All that matters is that I'm stepping in the ring. My strong bloodline will take care of the rest.
I should be in the main event.
It looks like whoever is in charge didn't do their homework.
Instead of front and center embarrassing only one man I get the honor of exposing half of the men on the roster. These are guys who have probably spent years honing their craft.
I've been at this for two weeks.
When you have money like I do, you don't have to pay your dues with blood, sweat, and tears. You pay up front, in cash.
Gabriel Ellis you are a big boy. There is no doubt about that. You are someone who probably ate their Wheaties growing up. I've never had to eat the stuff so I wouldn't know but I have seen the commercials. I'm sure to some you would be scary, but you don't scare me. I've heard the bigger they are the hard they fall. I know it's true because I've seen how quickly the plus sized women throw themselves at me claiming they are in love with me.
Johnny Gillmen...do I even need to waste my time. You are the complete opposite of everything I am. If I didn't know better I would say God made me in his true image and you were the leftover scraps. I was born with everything I would ever need in life and I excelled. It looks like you were born with nothing and just decided it wasn't worth your time. How we could end up in the same ring together makes no sense. I need to move on. I think I'm going to be sick.
Ah now here is a man worthy of sharing a ring with yours truly!.The Duke of Andrews! Wait, he isn't a duke? His name is Duke Andrews? That's disappointing. He also calls himself the Epitome of Perfection? Dude, you're from Grand Rapids, Michigan. I think a more realistic nickname should be Might As Well Be Detroit Duke Andrews! I've never been there so I just assume it's all the same. Don't bother showing me where you live by pointing to your hand, I don't care.
Last and probably least? I don't know...there was that Gillmen slob. Avery Miles III...a face with attitude. I think I saw something similar on an old show where people dressed in bright costumes and fought monsters. I'm sure you are excited about stepping into the ring at March Madness in April. Is that right? Am I sure I made the right choice? Anyway...Avery I am sure you are excited like all the rest of the men in this match. Is that how the world operates today? People get excited for second place?
I have already won the match.
We will be going through the motions.
You might all be good guys.
But I am THE guy!
The Beautiful
The Rich
The Athletic
The Talented
I am The B.R.A.T. Landen Dalmon!
