Post by Evan Wolfe on Apr 3, 2015 13:34:28 GMT -5
FADE IN:
EXT. MANHATTAN – MORNING – MARCH 17th, 2015
Streets are busy and the city is alive. The weather is warming up, slowly, but surely. WOLFE CORPORATION’s gigantic skyscraper looms over the people of New York. The building remains dark and gloomy among a vibrant atmosphere.
INT. WOLFE CORPORATION – EVAN WOLFE’s OFFICE – MORNING
A man sits alone in his office with the lights off. Random boxes lay about with various items in them. It seems as if someone is packing up for good. Wolfe’s face emerges from a beam of light; the sun creates natural light for the office to reveal the young business executive.
ANGLED SHOT – EVAN WOLFE
Wolfe buries his face in his hands for a moment.
No one else is in the room.
Evan slams a clenched fist into his desk with a thunderous noise echoing throughout the cold office space.
A slight tremble is noticeable in Evan Wolfe. It is spurred by anger and frustration.
EXTREME CLOSE UP – EVAN WOLFE
ANGLED SHOT – EVAN WOLFE
The young professional seems uncomfortable. Disturbed. Evan reaches up to loosen his ponytail and let his hair down. Strands of black hair create a natural shroud with streaks of blonde.
Evan Wolfe lashes out within his personal space to swipe over a few knickknacks on his desk. They crash and break on the floor.
INT – WOLFE CORPORATION – CONFERENCE ROOM 6 – MORNING – FEBRUARY 17TH, 2015
EXTREME CLOSE UP – EVAN WOLFE
ANGLED SHOT – EVAN WOLFE
The youthful hot shot pulls out a ball-peen hammer, handling it as if he was familiar with it. The eyes of both Timothy and Chuck grow wide as Wolfe sets the tool down upon the conference table with a clunk. Fleeting madness rushes over both candidates as Evan seems to only grow more confident, but somewhat unhinged on the reality of what he is implying.
INT. WOLFE CORPORATION – EVAN WOLFE’s OFFICE – MORNING
EXTREME CLOSE UP – EVAN WOLFE
WIDE SHOT – EVAN WOLFE’S OFFICE
Wolfe launches himself out of his seat and begins to pace around his office like a mad man. Heavy breathing is heard, and a dive into his suit pocket retrieves a cellular device for one purpose. Evan rifles through it with his fingertips in an effort to find information. His pacing continues. A bank balance shines over the eyes of the former executive, but it only thrusts the situation into something far worse.
Evan hurls the cellphone into the large skyscraper window. It collides with the glass and breaks into pieces via tremendous force.
Evan’s pacing continues as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.
Evan slows down to approach his desk. In a quick motion, Wolfe begins to dial up a number that is unknown. The phone rings for a moment and then finally, someone picks up on the other end. A silence creeps in, as Evan seems to be working on desperation.
Wolfe brushes his hair back and collects himself.
Wolfe seems to disapprove of the words that exited his mouth, mumbling them at some extent in an effort to not appear as if he needed anyone at all. Another silence ensued.
A soft sigh could be heard from the phone speaker. The man on the other end seemed to be running through some thoughts.
Wolfe disapproves, holding back words that would only spark an argument. Instead, the slick business professional tries again.
The voice over the speaker interjects.
Wolfe flashes a smile at the desk phone.
EXT. MANHATTAN – MORNING – MARCH 17th, 2015
Streets are busy and the city is alive. The weather is warming up, slowly, but surely. WOLFE CORPORATION’s gigantic skyscraper looms over the people of New York. The building remains dark and gloomy among a vibrant atmosphere.
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INT. WOLFE CORPORATION – EVAN WOLFE’s OFFICE – MORNING
A man sits alone in his office with the lights off. Random boxes lay about with various items in them. It seems as if someone is packing up for good. Wolfe’s face emerges from a beam of light; the sun creates natural light for the office to reveal the young business executive.
ANGLED SHOT – EVAN WOLFE
Wolfe buries his face in his hands for a moment.
EVAN
Ostracized.
No one else is in the room.
EVAN
All because war wasn’t an option.
Evan slams a clenched fist into his desk with a thunderous noise echoing throughout the cold office space.
EVAN
Rejected by my own peers.
EXTREME CLOSE UP – EVAN WOLFE
EVAN
It’s just business.
VOICE (O.S.)
We’ve voted to have you removed, Evan.
EVAN
It’s just business.
VOICE (O.S.)
You’ve been a little erratic lately. Surely, you understand.
The young professional seems uncomfortable. Disturbed. Evan reaches up to loosen his ponytail and let his hair down. Strands of black hair create a natural shroud with streaks of blonde.
VOICE (O.S.)
You seem so focused on your wrestling career as well.
Evan Wolfe lashes out within his personal space to swipe over a few knickknacks on his desk. They crash and break on the floor.
VOICE (O.S.)
Your priorities are elsewhere, Evan.
Evan Wolfe’s intensity rises. A smug look on his face is partially hidden by his locks of hair. He is full of disdain and wild emotions of retribution.
EVAN
It’s just business.
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INT – WOLFE CORPORATION – CONFERENCE ROOM 6 – MORNING – FEBRUARY 17TH, 2015
EXTREME CLOSE UP – EVAN WOLFE
EVAN
There is only one position, and we’ll just
have to see who wants it the most. Won’t we?
have to see who wants it the most. Won’t we?
ANGLED SHOT – EVAN WOLFE
The youthful hot shot pulls out a ball-peen hammer, handling it as if he was familiar with it. The eyes of both Timothy and Chuck grow wide as Wolfe sets the tool down upon the conference table with a clunk. Fleeting madness rushes over both candidates as Evan seems to only grow more confident, but somewhat unhinged on the reality of what he is implying.
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INT. WOLFE CORPORATION – EVAN WOLFE’s OFFICE – MORNING
EXTREME CLOSE UP – EVAN WOLFE
VOICE (O.S.)
And with the pending legal matters, this is best for everyone.
WIDE SHOT – EVAN WOLFE’S OFFICE
Wolfe launches himself out of his seat and begins to pace around his office like a mad man. Heavy breathing is heard, and a dive into his suit pocket retrieves a cellular device for one purpose. Evan rifles through it with his fingertips in an effort to find information. His pacing continues. A bank balance shines over the eyes of the former executive, but it only thrusts the situation into something far worse.
EVAN
No No No!
Evan hurls the cellphone into the large skyscraper window. It collides with the glass and breaks into pieces via tremendous force.
EVAN
Barred from my own company.
Evan’s pacing continues as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.
EVAN
I am WOLFE CORPORATION, god dammit.
VOICE (O.S.)
Focus on wrestling, Evan.
Evan slows down to approach his desk. In a quick motion, Wolfe begins to dial up a number that is unknown. The phone rings for a moment and then finally, someone picks up on the other end. A silence creeps in, as Evan seems to be working on desperation.
VOICE FROM PHONE
Evan?
Wolfe brushes his hair back and collects himself.
EVAN
Yeah.
VOICE FROM PHONE
You must have heard.
EVAN
I did.
VOICE FROM PHONE
How’s it goin’, big time?
EVAN
I need you.
VOICE FROM PHONE
Alright, Evan. What’s goin’ on with you?
EVAN
I’ve hit a roadblock out here.
A soft sigh could be heard from the phone speaker. The man on the other end seemed to be running through some thoughts.
VOICE FROM PHONE
They got me on a short leash, Evan.
EVAN
I can work that out. I still have some connections.
VOICE FROM PHONE
Look, bud – I gotta lay low for a bit. You understand, right?
Wolfe disapproves, holding back words that would only spark an argument. Instead, the slick business professional tries again.
EVAN
Where are you?
VOICE FROM PHONE
Trailer park. Scranton.
EVAN
Look, I got an idea. Let me pitch it to you, D-
VOICE FROM PHONE
Whoa, big time. You know the rules.
Wolfe flashes a smile at the desk phone.
EVAN
You ever heard of Holston?
FADE OUT
