*A room full of Cellos opens up and then slowly pans out to show Wes Bravo sitting at a fine dining establishment; a drink in hand. He sits with his legs crossed swirling the fine Brandy in his glass while watching the orchestra. They finish their set and Wes gives a standing applause.*Wes
"Oh just beautiful! Absolutely splendid I tell you! How can you top this performance, this was just wonderful, just wonderful!"
*Wes sits back down and takes a sip of his Brandy. He then takes a few puffs off of a very expensive Cuban cigar. He sets it back down on the ash tray, picks up his glass and glares at the band before taking another sip.*Wes
"Say, band leader, now, I have a request for you."
*The band leader nods.*Wes
"I request a very masterful piece, it is by the legendary J. Sebastian Bach. It is his Prelude but not in C Minor, in D Minor."
*The band then starts playing the song as Wes moves his hand with it. He focuses his attention on the camera.*Wes
"Do you hear this? Do you hear this? I hate repeating myself but I must as of this moment in order to make sure you viewers have the full attention of the band members here. If you all were, at all, familiar with very prestigious pieces of music you would indeed recognize that they are playing J. Sebastian Bach's Prelude in D Minor and not C. That is very difficult for some, it is a very valuable piece of music to play and these band members are simply..."
*Wesley stands up quickly.*Wes
"Destroying it! Quickly! All of you out of here right this instant! Out! Now! Go on, you have butchered a great piece of history right in front of my eyes! Get out of here!"
*The band slowly grabs their instruments and starts to leave as Wes waves them away. He then turns to the camera after they are gone.*Wes
"It is an absolute shame that these ingrates attempt to play something so great. They spit on the grave of Beethoven and Bach himself just by that performance alone. Alright, now I must focus my attention to a very important matter here. One of which that does not consist of lazy musicians. Firstly, how rude of me, I have not properly introduced myself. I am Wesley Bravo, I am a successful man, and I am, a very rich man at that. I am coming to your beloved establishment known as the World Wrestling Generation to put up my dukes if you will."
*Wes puts his fists up and then laughs just before straightening out his suit.*Wes
"Yes, it is no secret that I have indeed signed a contract to the active roster but I must focus on a completely different matter. Not only am I coming into the WWG as a singular participant on the current roster, I am also coming to put together something big, something extravagant. I have come to the WWG to extend my hand to a certain group of individuals that share the same interest as I. I extend my loyalty and gratitude to those who understand my meaning and my purpose for coming to the WWG. That group of individuals is unknown at this point because they are non existent right now. That is why I say, to those in the locker room if you were to join me, you would be in a group that has a common goal of accomplishing everything there is to accomplish in this company. I know that I have not yet shown you anything in that ring, but that does not mean I cannot. I am saying that with my help, with my power, with my resources, we, as a group can rise up above those who try to diminish our character. We, as a group, can leave the lower class where they belong and where they will forever be, and that is underneath us. We can show that distinction between good, great, and the best. We can finally draw that line that needs to be drawn between upper class individuals, and those who decide to stay at the bottom. There is a long, overdue change that needs to happen when it comes to dividing the classes. Everyone has become so complacent with all of this talk about peace and acceptance. Oh, we should all accept each other for the way we are, that is how we get by, that is what everyone wants. That is what GOD wants. Well...I am not God, but I am higher class and I do not agree with that logic. It is ludicrous, it is ridiculous, I cannot accept those who decide to live in filth and do not want to change the way they are! I simply wont have it!"
*Wesley gets a little angry, but he maintains. He then quickly shifts and starts to walk outside to the balcony.*Wes
"If people would simply just take the time to look and see that not everything can be grey and categorized into side groups. The saying goes that everything simply is black and white and not because that's a way it can be, but because that is the way it has to be. There is no room for grey, it's either black or white, rich or poor, clean or dirty. My mission is to simply divide those groups BACK into their rightful places in life. I must divide them and direct them back to where they came from because everything has gone on the way it is for far too long. The ones that have risen up from the filth have resided where the upper class is and have been told that it is alright that they are there. That we accept them for who they are and that they are rich in personality and spirit. I do not agree, you are only as good as the linings in your pockets and what is in your wallet and if you do not even have a wallet then you simply do not matter. You belong back in the dirt, get down there with the dogs because that is what you are! People do not like my attitude but I simply do not care, if you were to have as much money as I do and as much power as I do would you really care what other people have to say? It is a known fact that the reason they say such things is because they cannot have what I already do."
*Wes then heads back inside and as he is walking he takes off his salmon colored sports coat as well as his tie. He then roles up his sleeves and walks into his living area.*Wes
"I am aware that I am good looking, I am aware that I have an old school style of fashion, one of which that costs me a great deal of money to try and bring back I might add. I am aware of these things that I say and do but I simply do and say them for a reason. Much like I mentioned, I have a mission, I have a goal. I have a very strong reason behind my actions but I need the help of those willing to come with me and accomplish said goal. I am not too proud to admit that I do need the help of those like me, this is a strong task, one of which I cannot do by myself. They're far too many of those goal squanders residing in the camps belonged to the fortunate such as myself. They have made a home for themselves, it's disgusting, but what I am saying is help me boot them back to where they came from. Help me make sure the dirt stays on the ground. Simply put, the WWG is a very dirty house, all I want to do is clean it up. Help me clean house, help me maintain the delicate features of the WWG. If you do this, if you help me, you will be rewarded with riches far beyond that of just money and luxury. I am Wesley Bravo, and I need your help upper class. Will you do what is right?"
*Wes stands in his living area rubbing his hands together thinking.**The camera fades to black.*
