OOC: If any text wrapping errors occur in this rp, I apologize.The picture fades into the interior of Johnny Sands' office. The
luxury of his job is clearly noticed with a leather chair and marble
desk holding a bottle and glass of scotch. Johnny is leaning back
in his chair, feet resting on the desk. He doesn't sport his normal
black suit but instead wears light colored shorts with a Hawaiin t-
shirt. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail and a pair of
sunglassed cover his eyes. Relaxation has never looked so
beautiful. He leans foward and takes a sip of the scotch. The
camera pans to the door as it opens. A young, male executive
walks into the room.
Johnny: Ah, Jamie...
Executive: Jimmy, sir. My name is Jimmy.
Johnny: Uh huh. Good for you, Billy. What brings you into my
office on this beautiful morning?
Executive: Well, sir, I have a message from Tyler Shane.
Sands continues drinking.
Johnny: You know what, Billy?
Executive: Jimmy.
Johnny: Since I haven't had much trouble or much to do lately, I
think I'm going to go on vacation this week; maybe resting in the
Caribbean or surfing in Hawaii. Either way, it'll be damn good
time.
The executive is clearly growing impatient as Johnny continues to
interrupt him.
Johnny: ...or maybe I should go to Mexico. Hmm, it's a tough
choice. Wait, I'm rich! I can go to all of them! Ha. It's definitely an
advantage to have a brilliant mind.
Sands pours the rest of the drink into his mouth. Before
swallowing, he begins talking again.
Johnny: Now, what was it you had to tell me?
Executive: It's a message from Tyler Shane. He's put you in a
match with Khanrai this week for Warfare.
The scotch bursts out of Johnny's mouth, spraying the executive
and anything near him. The commissioner's eyes widen. He
wipes his mouth.
Johnny: Tyler Shane did what?!
Executive: He put you in a match with--
Johnny: I heard what you said! Gah, the nerve of that parasite,
Shane. I don't believe it! Why would he do that? He knew I had
plans!
Sands gets out of his chair and begins stomping towards the door.
Executive: Mr. Shane isn't here right now, if that's where you
heading.
Johnny stops, closes eyes, and clenches his teeth. He turns
around and grabs the executive.
Johnny: And where has my good old buddy gone?
Executive: The last I heard he was going to the Red Hot Cafe.
Johnny: Hmm. Well I guess we'll be paying him a little visit.
Thanks for your help, Billy.
Sands walks out and slams the door behind him.
Executive: It's JIMMY!
In the garage area, Sands enters an awaiting limo.
Driver: Where to, sir?
Johnny: Take me to the Red Hot Cafe.
Driver: Yes, sir.
The car speeds off. (Scene changes)
City Streets/Morning
The limo comes to a stop. Johnny opens the door.
Driver: Shall I wait for you, sir?
Johnny: No. I'll take a cab.
Driver: Alright. Good day to you,sir.
Johnny exits the limo as it drives off. He looks up to see the large,
bright logo of the Red Hot Cafe. He smirks and walks in. He stops
at the entrance to get a look around the place. He sees no Tyler
Shane. He walks up to counter where a waitress is reading a
book.
Johnny: Excuse me. I'm looking for man: Long hair, goatee, ugly
looking. Seen him?
Waitress: Does he have a name?
Johnny: Yeah. His name is Tyler Shane.
Waitress: Tyler Shane?! Ugh, I just served him about thirty minutes
ago. He was so disrespecful.
Johnny: Yes, he's and idiot. Do you know where he went?
Waitress: Well, while I was serving drinks I overheard him talking
to some guys who were with him. They said something about the
Cocoa Casino.
Johnny: Uh huh. An where is that?
Waitress: Well, I'm not sure. Sorry.
Johnny: No problem.
Sands walks out of the cafe. He stops and looks around. He
notices an attractive young women standing on the sidewalk, he
back facing him. Johnny smirks and straightens his shirt. He struts
over to her.
Johnny: Excuse me.
The woman gives no response.
Johnny: Ahem. Excuse me.
Once again, no reply. Johnny tugs on her arm a little bit. The
woman suddenly whips around blinds him with pepper spray.
Johnny yells as he falls to the cement.
Woman: That'll teach you, rapist!
The woman stomps off. Johnny remains on the ground, moaning.
He wipes his now red eyes before finally standing up.
Johnny: Rapist? She must be confusing me with Tyler Shane.
Sands limps down the street. He clearly has no idea where this
casino is. He looks up at the sky.
Johnny: Well, at least I have the beautiful sun to smile down on
me.
Suddenly the sound of crashing thunder is heard. The sky
darkens as water begins to pour.
Johnny: Aw crap.
The rain starts come down hard. Johnny notices a taxi
approaching.
Johnny: Taxi!
The cab speeds by, spraying him with mud and water. Johnny
spits out some mud/water and puts his hands in the air.
Johnny: What?! Oh hell no. Forget this! I'm outta here!
Sands picks up a newspaper off the ground and covers his head
with it as he begins the long walk back to SW Headquarters.
(Scene changes)
SW Headquarters/ Afternoon
Johnny enters the garage area and takes off the newspaper. He
glances at the front page. The headline is, 'Tyler Shane rules the
wrestling universe with an iron fist.' Johnny snarls and crumbles
up the paper. He goes inside. Almost as soon as he enters the
building, an interviewer comes running up to him.
Interviewer: Mr. Commissioner, what do have to say about your
match with Khanrai?
Sands glares at the interviewer.
Johnny: Let's just say I'm going to need someone to take my anger
out on.
With those final words, the commissioner stomps off.
Fade out.
Heeeere's Johnny!