Narrator:
“The days pass by one by one, as the ants spend them wasting away in their struggle just to stay above the surface, only trying to take in a breath, to merely stay afloat. They flail their arms, and kick their feet frantically trying to keep their faces above the liquid death that awaits them should they fail. They try as hard as they may just to keep their head above the glass-like reflection of our world in reverse, and most of them do, in fact, fail. Most of them sink beneath the waves, and they find themselves gasping for air, when none fills their lungs. They look hard into the eyes of those around them, covetous greed and hatred flaring deep inside of their souls, and they wish that their lives were just as good as those they see all around them. They want the things that others have. They covet the people they love, and most of all they strive to gain the life that the rest of them live. But, in their selfish nature and overly entitled opinions, they fail to see that the rest of them are taking on water just like they are, maybe even faster. The ants become jealous, and they fall into greed. The marching lines of ants begin to take what they want with little to no concern for those they hurt, those they maim, those that they kill, all in the pursuit of things; stuff; possessions. As a society, they devolve. They travel backwards on the grand scale, and they find themselves to be sliding down the cliff side faster and faster with every single day that slips by them.
They are even proud of it. The ants are a proud people. They look around at the other denizens of our world, and they shout to the heavens that they OWN this blue-green chunk of space junk, They claim it. It belongs to them. They believe it to be true, and so for them, it IS. Besides, who can take it from them anyway? None of them have a single thing to be proud of. Not one of the ants has earned the right to ever be proud. They have spent their entire lives, and the generations of lives before and after them, and all they have done with that time is unraveled a world that was ours to mold into whatever likeness we saw fit, and they have corrupted everything about this place that was unscathed and pristine when we inherited it from our wild brethren of the ages. Through their rage and vanity, they have ruined every beautiful thing about our world, and still they aren't satisfied with their achievements. They still strive to gain even more from the world that shelters us all. They still seek to strip even more of the world's limited resources, and to take from it every shred of it's dignity the planet had found a way to hide from the light of day. Until then, we as a species will never find satisfaction in what do. Until the entire planet has become one giant dust ball, they are destined to destroy... and eventually... inevitably... they will become their own demise.
After all is said and done, and after the ants have obliterated our shelter and turned our lush paradise into a red wasteland of dust and grime; after they have raped her glory; after they have spit in her face; after everything they have taken from her, when the world we have come to know has crumbled to ashes and dust and we are long gone to the ages of time, it will STILL pale in comparison to what will happen to Lisa 'Lick-the-Wicked-Pussycat' this Monday Night on Brawl at the hands of “Simply Stunning” Sebastian St. Paul when he notches his proverbial bedpost with the likes of her sexy little ass and humps his young career up to 2-0.”
The scene fades in to a long driveway surrounded by trees. The long branches wave over the leaf littered drive, and sway heavily in the slight breeze. A large, jacked-up, black Dodge Durango R/T rolls down the street and turns down the long drive towards a large red brick building. After a long drive to the end, the Durango pulls into an empty parking spot in an empty parking lot, and the doors open quickly. Sebastian St. Paul leaps out of the passenger door of the truck before it actually comes to a stop, and makes for the front doors of the building not far away. A large man with a scarred face and short hair crawls out of the back seat, and stretches his legs before he looks the building over skeptically.
“I don't think they are here today boss,” he says to Sebastian, “but I could be wrong.” The scarred man looks over to a small blonde woman climbing out of the truck from behind the driver's seat. “What do the office hours say online, 'Rina?”
The lithe blonde is staring intently at her phone for a few moments before she looks back up at the scarred man. “Their site says today is 9am-5pm. They should be here Boss.” Sebastian looks the group over, and then makes the distance to the door, pulling on the handle only to find the door locked. He presses his face against the window, and peers inside to find the whole place dark and empty. Sebastian turns away from the door and makes his way back to the truck.
From inside the truck, we hear another voice now, “Would you like to know where the programming directors live, Boss?”
All three of them look towards the truck, and Sebastian practically leaps across the parking lot to get at the driver's side door and he sticks his head inside. “Yes, Charlie. I would very much like that.” He looks at the young man seated at what appears to be a command center built around the drivers seat in the Durango.
Computer monitors flash on the dash, and one larger monitor looms on a swinging stand attached to the dashboard. Charles taps a few keystrokes into the keyboard, and in moments is pulling files on all of the FOX directors working in Jacksonville. “Here they are Boss. You probably want this one.” as he points to the screen singling out one name on the list.
Sebastian looks at the monitor, and pulls his head back out of the truck door. The scarred man looks across the cab from the passenger side, “Boss? What are you going to do?”
Sebastian looks far away across the parking lot, rubs his chin a moment in contemplation, an then turns back towards the man. “Owen, I am going to make everyone who has had a hand in this bullshit regret ever hearing the name Sebastian St. Paul, starting with those dicks at FOX. I mean, who do they think they are dealing with here? Some dumb punk ass kid?”
They all load back up into the truck and head out again. “What makes them think they can just change your contract when they want to Boss?” asks Charles from the driver's seat. “They have to have violated some serious labor laws by pulling this stunt, right?”
“Go to the stadium.” Sebastian says bluntly.
“What? I thought you wanted me to...” Charles begins before he is cut off.
“Just go to the stadium Charlie. There is a big to-do going on over there at the practice field today, and I bet that FOX will have a camera crew there. I think it is about time we cut a promo. Don't you?” Sebastian explains. He looks at Charlies intently, waiting on an answer to his inquiry. Charles turns to face him for a moment before looking back at the road and giving his opinion.
“Well, I guess now is as good a time as ever?” He mumbles barely loud enough to be heard.
Minutes pass by, and finally the massive Dodge Durango R/T pulls up outside the attached practice field at EverBank Stadium. Sebastian is the first one to fly out of the truck, a man possessed... on a mission of retribution. Darina and Owen are fast behind him, and Charles is tapping away at keys on his “toys” in moments. The screen in the truck flash for a few minutes as he flies through encrypted networks and finally gets what he wants. The FOX logo flashes to life on the screen as Charles enters a log-in code, and is greeted as a director for FOX Programming by the system. Moments later, he has control of the film truck, and all of the equipment inside controlled via satellites directly from FOX Headquarters. “We are a go Boss. I have access to everything you need to deliver your message worldwide.”
Sebastian taps his ear softly, “Thank you Charlie. Give me just a moment, and we will be ready to go. Do they know you are in yet?”
“No Boss. I don't think so. I came in through a couple of back door...” Charles squeezes in before Sebastian cuts him off again.
“Charlie, you know I have no clue what you are talking about when you get on your tech soapbox. I asked a question, you answered it. How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to waste your time explaining it to me. That is what I have you for in the first place, isn't it?” Sebastian scolds him mildly.
“Y... Yes, Boss.” He answers timidly while scanning the screens to find out which cameras he will need to deliver Sebastian's message to the masses out there in TV-land.
Sebastian makes his way inside the fence of the practice field, and starts across the grass towards the media area, where we can plainly see several news stations present to catch the practice of the failures of the First Coast. Owen and Darina keep pace with Sebastian, and as he approaches the news personnel, a security guard begins to approach him swiftly. Sebastian never ever looked his way before Owen moves between them. The guard starts to tell Owen that they can't be here, but he reaches out and grabs the man by the side of the neck, and send him to his knees without hesitation. Owen stays on the guard while Sebastian and Darina make their way towards the media ring, which has now shifted their attention firmly to Sebastian St. Paul.
Sebastian walks up to the group of reporters and cameras, all eyes fixed firmly upon him now, and he grabs the camera man with the FOX logo on his shirt. He looks right into the oversized lens of the camera, and starts off very calmly.
“I am Sebastian St. Paul. You may know me from FOX's very own 'Lock-Down' with Me... Sebastian St. Paul. Recently, FOX decided to change my contract, and negotiate a deal with the WGWF on my behalf. Normally, I would just lawyer up and take care of it in the courts. If this were the first time this has happened, then I might go that route. But this is the SECOND time that FOX has decided to take liberties with my contract this year, and now, this is just going to be fun!”
“From now on, you will never know what I am going to do FOX. Anywhere you are, I might just show up out of the blue. Wherever you find a news story, there will be Sebastian St. Paul. You wanted to sensationalize me? You want to gain more viewers for 'Lock-Down' and take it to the national market? Fine. We will do this MY WAY... not yours.”
“This week, on WGWF, I am slated to face off against Lisa 'Lick-A-Wicked-Pussycat' in one on one action. It didn't take her very long to to try to dig her claws into the sexiest man alive, now did it? I can't blame her, and honestly, neither can any of you. I mean, look at me? I am perfection embodied in flesh and blood. I am the pinnacle of the human condition... and no amount of labia licking can stop her heart from fluttering when she sees me, sweat beading on my bare chest, my muscles rippling under my skin... I understand how she could have some issues controlling herself.”
“The problem is though, that I am not one for the drama aspect of a relationship. I mean, when her girlfriend hears her talking about me in her sleep, and she mumbles all the dirty things she want s to do with me, she is going to flip out. Significant others usually don't find the attraction their fairer companions have for me all that endearing. Hopefully, she won't NEED to crawl into the ring with me as bad as Wicked Pussycat does. I almost feel bad Lisa. I mean, to give you that big L on your record on Monday, and knowing the problems that I am going to cause between you and your girl when she finds out how bad you want to get your hands on me. It almost doesn't seem fair does it? Trust me though. You won't be the first or the last reasonably attractive chick to fall head over heels for the 'Stunning One'. I just hope you can come to terms with the fact that we can never be together Lisa.”
“I am going to make sure you never again think you should jump on the new guy just to get your kicks, and then, after I break your arms and legs... I am going to break your wicked little heart... when I walk away without you, my hand raised in victory. I'll see you at WGWF Brawl!”
With that, he turns, Darina following him, and makes his way back towards the truck. Owen gets off of the guard, leaving him face first in the dirt, and follows suit. Once back tot he truck, Sebastian looks at Charles.
“So? Did we make it a big enough impact?” he asks.
“Well, Boss... that was just broadcast across FOX Network world wide satellite system. Anyone watching FOX TV just saw that.” he explained simply.
“Good.” he says satisfied with himself. “I'm glad to hear it.”
The sun shines down on the white sandy beaches of Jacksonville Beach, Florida as the surf laps lazily at the feet of several small children giggling at each other as their parents watch closely from nearby, talking casually amongst themselves. They splash and laugh away one of their last carefree days of warm weekends before the winter comes with their childhood friends. The salty ocean air is crisp and clean, and a gentle breeze floats by the masses of people stretched as far as the eye can see down the thin ribbon of sand on the edge of the deep green Atlantic. All of them are enjoying a moment of stress free living, one of the few they get in today’s hectic rat race that society has found itself bound to, tethered with unbreakable bonds of their own design. Today though, in the bright lights of the evil yellow star that hangs above the world and warms the Earth while it gives the innocents a reprieve from the heinous acts that take place under the cover of night, these men and women joyously celebrate the nothing that their lives have become, but soon enough, they will retreat into the relative safety of the homes they have built around themselves to keep the unsavory, filthy, depraved souls that prowl the streets in the dark away from their fragile sensibilities. They will huddle against each other in the cold dark night, sharply contrasting he heat of this day of fun and excitement, with cruel abandon and reckless destruction, all just for the sake of the violence. They hope and pray that they are safe and sound, and that no harm comes to their little ones, all while vile strangers prowl their streets right outside their thin walls, looking for any easy mark to become their latest target.
The sun races across the sky and as sure as the sun rises, it sets. The people laughing and talking eventually pull apart their camps, and make their way back to their huddled nights of terror. The streets empty, the traffic dwindles to nothing as the rush of the late day ends, and the flashing lights of night flicker on the empty roads and across empty windows in the dark. A cooler wind blows between the skyscrapers that tower above the streets devoid of life. The seasons are about to change, a long time coming for the largest city in America by land mass. The residents of Jacksonville fear the winter, they loath it. The cold, wet rains, and the bitter winds that bore through your very soul as they blow down upon us all from the heavens. Each and every one of them wait, sanity slipping away by the moment, for the warmth of the summer sun to return, and the days of lazily laying out on the sandy beaches or reclining in their yard lathered in oil soaking up the hot rays of that yellow disk of doom holding our world at arms length. They dream for things impossible in reality.
Do we then believe that the sun cannot rise again? Or that the summer will not come around to grace us with it's warmth once more? No, just that these people, just like all of you, believe that the warmth of the summer sun and the feel of the gritty sand between your toes can bring you to happiness, when the very existence that you find yourselves in cannot do this thing. The life that you, and the rest of these lost sheep, find yourselves struggling with day to day and night to night, cannot be made happy just by reclining in the sand on a hot summer day. The joy you are each seeking cannot be attained by wishing for it. The pleasure filled smiles of the masses of ignorant sheep plodding along through their unending days and nights of suffering oblivious to the imperative issues at hand does not a happy life make. Only through the revelation of your misery, and the understanding of the sources of this bitter agony can bring about such a profound ability to truly LIVE a life that you could, would, or should be proud of. The realization of the suffering all around you, and the ascension of the masses of sheep to the enlightenment of real freedom is the ONLY way to a true salvation, in one which can find the happiness that the shepherds have told us we have already attained, even through their lies and shadowy politicking. This awakening can be achieved by you all, but it takes bravery and courage, and the ability to stand on your own two feet. It takes a determined will power to succeed. It takes a drive to resist the conformity of societies pull, and a resistance to the urge to follow the pack of sheep to slaughter. It requires sterner stuff than the masses seem to posses, but it is not outside of your reach, of only you try to look. The problem with the sheep is that they are lost, herded by shepherds who have little concern for their safety at the bloodthirsty hands of the wolves lurking in the shadows, just waiting for any stray lamb to wander away from the herd, and to be had for feast. The shepherds have no guilt or reserves about this either. They even tell these same sheep, daily in fact, that they don't care about them at all, by their actions, and yet the masses of herded sheep follow them down darkened hallways without concern for their own safety and never once even considering if it was the right decision. For them, it was the only decision.. You follow blindly because you are lost, and you trust the shepherds to care for you, because you are too lazy to care for yourselves. It requires a bravery that the sheep of this world do not posses to break free of the thoughtless shuffling the shepherds have them doing in lines so long no one can see the ends, or even remembers what they are waiting for.
In all fairness though, not every man on the planet can be brave in the face of danger. Not every man here on Earth can be truly a bad ass. Not even half of the men on the planet can be what most would call really attractive, hot as hell if you will, and honestly, only ONE of those men can ever dream of being considered flawless perfection... an Adonis... The MOLD for Christ's sake! Just ONE man here on this fine green and blue spinning ball can ACTUALLY claim to be the embodiment of the human species, and he has not only found freedom, but he embraces it willingly. Happiness has come to at least one man, and he revels in it, but not everyone can attain this dream.
Only one man can be “Simply Stunning” Sebastian St. Paul
The scene fades in to a small red brick building. In front, several rows of reporters line up around a small wooden podium awaiting some very important news. As we look on, we notice this is no ordinary brick home... nay... it is part of the Historic District of Downtown Jacksonville, Florida. Specifically, this is the home of Jacksonville's Channel 30 FOX headquarters. After a few long moments, the front door opens, and man in a nice dark blue suit makes his way towards the podium with a single sheet of paper. He steps up to the mic and a hush falls over the assembled reporters.
“Thank you all for coming today.” He begins casually. “We here at FOX appreciate your interest not only in our programming, but in our very deep roster of talent here within the FOX family of programming.” He continues, “Today is just one more day for us here in the office, but it a very special day for one of our very own local FOX talents. In hopes to increase the public awareness of the local FOX program based here in Jacksonville, Florida, 'Lock Down with Sebastian St. Paul' FOX has ironed out a deal with the WGWF to feature Mr. St. Paul as their newest premier talent.”
With this news, the reporters begin to buzz with questions and comments.
“What does Sebastian St. Paul have to say about his new contract?”
“What does FOX hope to gain from signing Mr. St. Paul up in the WGWF?”
“Why sign with the WGWF?”
“Who brokered this deal with the WGWF?”
“When will Sebastian begin his contract with the WGWF?”
“Will this change the location or the airing dates of 'Lock Down with Sebastian St. Paul' if he will be making appearances on the WGWF around the world?”
The man in the suit smiles warmly at the sea of faces all shouting questions at him over one another. He raises his hands for a moment before beginning to address the questions tossed his way. “Now... I understand you have a lot of questions. We here at FOX have never really tried the cross promotional route with our stars before, but we are sure Sebastian St. Paul is up to this task. We understand the rigorous demands placed on WGWF Superstars like RJ Palmer, Raziel, Kyle Shane, and all of the men and women who work very hard to compete in the sport of professional wrestling. We are well aware of the strains on people who preform in this profession, and while it could possibly cause some scheduling conflicts, we here at FOX are dedicated to this move in Mr. St. Paul's career here with FOX. The board of directors have decided this is the best way to go for the future of 'Lock Down', and we look forward to many more cross promotional opportunities this may create for other FOX stars.”
A young woman steps forward then, and looks the man in the suit over very critically before demanding an answer to a previous question. “What was Sebastian St. Paul's reaction to the news of his new WGWF contract? That is what we all really want to know.”
The man in the suit visibly stiffens, and clears his throat before answering awkwardly. “Mrs. Dorrington, we are aware, as you all are, that Sebastian St. Paul has a very different attitude towards our business than other stars that FOX has added to their talent pool. Most people have been not just excited about making it to the big time and being part of a television show aired on FOX networks, but have actively sought us out to pitch ideas, both good and bad, and have gone to great lengths to be noticed and hired as talents. Sebastian St. Paul has done none of those things to gain stardom on FOX programming. He adheres to our regulations on his contract for the sole purpose of funding his business, and because of his dedication to his business, we have found it in our best interest to continue to fund him and his team, and make television history while doing it. The fans like 'Lock Down', and we are gaining viewers each and every week. We assure you he will have no problems with his new WGWF contract, and will fulfill his duty to their programming as well as he does for our own. We are dedicated to making this cross promotion work out well for both companies, and all parties involved.”
The woman looks at him with a hard glare in her eyes... “So he doesn't know, does he?”
The man stares at her stunned that she would call him out in front of the press this way, and then, very flustered, continues. “We look forward to this promotion, and hope that it will increase rating for 'Lock Down' in the hopes that we can expand the viewership to a more national level. Thank you all for coming today. We appreciate your support for FOX and for Sebastian St. Paul.” With that, he turns away from the lines of reporters now shouting questions at him and makes his way back inside the little red brick building.
The scene fades to black, and comes back in to a small warehouse. The steel roll door is down, and the dim lights inside show very little of the detail of the interior, but we see the press release footage playing on FOX news on a small TV in the corner of the room surrounded by large fluffy couches. A young woman, her blond hair braided against her head in half cornrows before falling freely down her back, sits up on one of the couches coming into view from behind the cushions. She is wearing a black halter top vest, and fingerless black workout gloves. “Tell the Boss he better come see this.” she shouts behind her into a small room connected to the warehouse.
Moments later, a well built, dark haired man with a really sexy mustache makes his way through the opened door into the dimly lit room. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt with the 'Lock Down with Sebastian St. Paul' logo emblazoned on the front. “What is it that I just HAVE to see?”
He stops dead in his tracks as he hears the man in the suit go over the questions about Mr. St. Paul's willingness to honor his contract with the WGWF. He watches for a few moments before his face starts to turn several shades of red, and he makes his way closer to the TV in the corner. The young woman on the couch turns up the volume a few notches, and just sits listening patiently while Sebastian looks on in fury at the TV. While the press conference plays on, two more men make their way into the room from the office attached through the other door. The first, a very large man with several large scars marring his face and a buzz cut, says over the TV “What is this now? They changed your contract again? Look Boss. I know you...”
Sebastian holds his hand up for the man to be quiet while he watches the rest of the press conference. The other man, a much smaller man in stature than the other two, with short brown hair and the scruffy beginnings of a beard wearing a nice white button up shirt moves to a small chair near the TV and watches calmly as Sebastian grows even more irate as the press conference moves happily right along. As the show closes, Sebastian stares at the TV for a few moments. He is obviously fuming about the changes in his FOX contract, and even more so about not being told about the changes in the first place. The young woman and the two men watch on, waiting for the explosion that is about to come, anticipating the destructive nature o this powder keg of anger, and laughing on the inside for the fury to be unleashed on the board of directors at FOX. None of them envy those poor bastards... and knowing what is sure to come, none of them would miss it for the world.
Sebastian slowly turns away from the TV. He looks from the girl to the younger guy, and then to the massive man standing by the door to the office. “What I am going to need right now, is my truck pulled up front, and the bunch of us loaded up for a little road trip.” Sebastian seethes through his teeth. “I'm going to show that filthy sweat hog just what I think of his programming, and how I really feel about my new contract!”
The three move quickly out the door into the office and outside to the parking lot. Sebastian St. Paul hangs back for a moment longer though. He looks back at the TV as he turns off the power, and shakes his head from side to side. “I am the premier specimen. I am the pinnacle of perfection. I am the sexiest damn man on EARTH... I am going to show the WGWF the mistake they made playing ball with FOX like this. They want a Superstar? They got one!”
With that, the scene fades out as Sebastian St. Paul makes his way through the office headed towards his truck to take care of some personal business here in town before heading out to take part in his first ever WGWF Brawl.