Post by Lora Shaw on Dec 5, 2014 0:02:52 GMT
“What do you mean we can't go in?”
The scene opens inside the reception area of Marty Sunshine's law firm. Both Lora and Warren Shaw are being prevented from entering the office of the Metro:PRO co-owner, thanks to the persistence of his secretary, Valentina.
Valentina: “I mean you can't go in; either of you.”
Warren looks deflated by this rejection, knowing that it's likely because of his wife's brutally negative remarks about Marty during one of Vinny Metro's provocative “MetroCAM” sessions on Sunday evening. Lora is growing increasingly irritated.
Lora: “Are you saying we can't go in because it's us? Or are you saying we need an appointment?”
Valentina shakes her head.
Valentina: “The two are not mutually exclusive, madame. Mr. Sunshine is a busy man with an even busier schedule. Nobody can see him without an appointment.”
Warren appears to be holding a boom box with an accompanying microphone, although it's not known why at this point. Lora is standing her ground.
Lora: “You know, this is a little embarrassing, Valentina. You're refusing two of Marty's biggest assets right now and you don't even realise it. Why don't you do what you're paid to do and call him; tell him Lora Shaw is here to see him and I promise you he'll be delighted to see us.”
Silence. Valentina just stares at the blonde fighter, reluctant to co-operate.
Lora: “Do it!”
The secretary places her index finger onto the intercom and clears her throat.
Valentina: “Mr. Sunshine, I have Lora Shaw in the reception area looking to see you.”
Marty (through the intercom): “Not today, Valentina. Busy.”
A smug expression of self-satisfaction washes over the face of the secretary, as she smiles towards Lora. The blonde groans and turns to Warren, while pointing at the equipment he carries.
Lora: “Baby, fuck this. Plan B. Now!”
The married couple march away from the reception desk and head for the exits, with Lora calculating which window belongs to Marty's office from the street. When she feels confident that she has the area, both of them stop and prepare.
Lora: “You've got the batteries, right?”
Warren nods, while handing Lora the microphone in a panicked fashion.
Warren: “Yeah, they're in. We're good to go. Don't mess this up, honey! This is it for us.”
The blonde takes the microphone and hushes Warren, clearly not prepared to entertain his worries. She clears her throat and nods towards him, giving him the signal to turn the boom box on. There's a lead that connects the microphone to the stereo.
Lora: “Testing, testing – 1, 2, 1, 2.”
Minor feedback pierces the tranquillity of the quiet street, accompanied by Lora's shrill voice. Everything is good to go. Warren lofts the device high above his head to ensure that Marty Sunshine can hear every word.
Lora: “Marty, we know you're up there and we know you can hear us. You haven't returned our calls, voice mails, text messages or time line posts. We know why and you have every right to be mad on the surface of it, but just know that it's not what it looked like. Vinny Metro edited it to look bad! Lava got me drunk and questioned me in a way that it looked like I was insulting you! Mort Goodman is trying to drive a wedge between us and you're letting him win! Well... Just... Just know that we love you...”
Warren hits “play” and in that moment, the instrumental to 'In Your Eyes' by Peter Gabriel echoes through the street. This can only spell disaster for ear drums across the neighbourhood.
A crowd has amassed now, prompting Lora to stop and Warren to pause the music. She looks up at Marty's office window longingly.
Lora: “It makes sense, Marty! We don't want to hurt your guys. Let's work something out. We love you!”
Police sirens can be heard in the distance, prompting The Shaws' to scram.
The scene opens inside the reception area of Marty Sunshine's law firm. Both Lora and Warren Shaw are being prevented from entering the office of the Metro:PRO co-owner, thanks to the persistence of his secretary, Valentina.
Valentina: “I mean you can't go in; either of you.”
Warren looks deflated by this rejection, knowing that it's likely because of his wife's brutally negative remarks about Marty during one of Vinny Metro's provocative “MetroCAM” sessions on Sunday evening. Lora is growing increasingly irritated.
Lora: “Are you saying we can't go in because it's us? Or are you saying we need an appointment?”
Valentina shakes her head.
Valentina: “The two are not mutually exclusive, madame. Mr. Sunshine is a busy man with an even busier schedule. Nobody can see him without an appointment.”
Warren appears to be holding a boom box with an accompanying microphone, although it's not known why at this point. Lora is standing her ground.
Lora: “You know, this is a little embarrassing, Valentina. You're refusing two of Marty's biggest assets right now and you don't even realise it. Why don't you do what you're paid to do and call him; tell him Lora Shaw is here to see him and I promise you he'll be delighted to see us.”
Silence. Valentina just stares at the blonde fighter, reluctant to co-operate.
Lora: “Do it!”
The secretary places her index finger onto the intercom and clears her throat.
Valentina: “Mr. Sunshine, I have Lora Shaw in the reception area looking to see you.”
Marty (through the intercom): “Not today, Valentina. Busy.”
A smug expression of self-satisfaction washes over the face of the secretary, as she smiles towards Lora. The blonde groans and turns to Warren, while pointing at the equipment he carries.
Lora: “Baby, fuck this. Plan B. Now!”
The married couple march away from the reception desk and head for the exits, with Lora calculating which window belongs to Marty's office from the street. When she feels confident that she has the area, both of them stop and prepare.
Lora: “You've got the batteries, right?”
Warren nods, while handing Lora the microphone in a panicked fashion.
Warren: “Yeah, they're in. We're good to go. Don't mess this up, honey! This is it for us.”
The blonde takes the microphone and hushes Warren, clearly not prepared to entertain his worries. She clears her throat and nods towards him, giving him the signal to turn the boom box on. There's a lead that connects the microphone to the stereo.
Lora: “Testing, testing – 1, 2, 1, 2.”
Minor feedback pierces the tranquillity of the quiet street, accompanied by Lora's shrill voice. Everything is good to go. Warren lofts the device high above his head to ensure that Marty Sunshine can hear every word.
Lora: “Marty, we know you're up there and we know you can hear us. You haven't returned our calls, voice mails, text messages or time line posts. We know why and you have every right to be mad on the surface of it, but just know that it's not what it looked like. Vinny Metro edited it to look bad! Lava got me drunk and questioned me in a way that it looked like I was insulting you! Mort Goodman is trying to drive a wedge between us and you're letting him win! Well... Just... Just know that we love you...”
Warren hits “play” and in that moment, the instrumental to 'In Your Eyes' by Peter Gabriel echoes through the street. This can only spell disaster for ear drums across the neighbourhood.
Marty.... We say dumb shit... Sometimes,
Days have passed... And the emptiness fills our hearts,
But we're not goooooooing, to run awaaaay,
You and I have, come too far,
But no matter what I said,
We love you for the guy you are
Those Tag Team Titles, belong to us,
Those other teams, are not good enough,
We need a plan, so stop dealing with court,
Or those Tag Team titles will go to team Mort.
In our eyes,
You are the best
In your eyes,
Forget the rest
In your eyes,
You see the Shaws winning... Those Tag Team titles,
In our eyes,
We need a meeting... That much is vital,
In your eyes,
You know we can't be beat,
In your eyes,
Ohhhh, let's talk about this fight when we meet,
Make Jack and Vlad lay down,
On Sunday when we compete.
Days have passed... And the emptiness fills our hearts,
But we're not goooooooing, to run awaaaay,
You and I have, come too far,
But no matter what I said,
We love you for the guy you are
Those Tag Team Titles, belong to us,
Those other teams, are not good enough,
We need a plan, so stop dealing with court,
Or those Tag Team titles will go to team Mort.
In our eyes,
You are the best
In your eyes,
Forget the rest
In your eyes,
You see the Shaws winning... Those Tag Team titles,
In our eyes,
We need a meeting... That much is vital,
In your eyes,
You know we can't be beat,
In your eyes,
Ohhhh, let's talk about this fight when we meet,
Make Jack and Vlad lay down,
On Sunday when we compete.
A crowd has amassed now, prompting Lora to stop and Warren to pause the music. She looks up at Marty's office window longingly.
Lora: “It makes sense, Marty! We don't want to hurt your guys. Let's work something out. We love you!”
Police sirens can be heard in the distance, prompting The Shaws' to scram.
