Post by C.J. Gates on Feb 12, 2011 23:43:05 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of a pitch black room. The only source of light is coming from an exposed bulb hanging from the ceiling. Below the bulb sits a round table with four people sitting around it. The ring of light is barely big enough to cover them, ending just behind their seats. In the first seat sits Mookie LaBraun who is wearing a camouflage colored pimp suit. He looks at the other three men before clearing his throat.)
"Welcome. We are here because my cousin has a bit of a problem. He's tryin' to get one of his clients back, but he's being dogged. And it ain't cool. This guy, he's throwin' people 'round and stompin' up a storm. Just. Ain't. Cool."
(There's a bit of a rumble from the people around the table.)
"And we just can't have that! Pookie, tell 'em!"
(Pookie now clears his throat wearing all black and a black beanie to top it off.)
"Well, he and I used to work together back in his MMA days. He's a bit of a pain, but nice once you get to know him, you know? He's a bit of a tough guy, too."
"It ain't fair! Pookie is doin' all he can to get him back, an he's not even givin' him the time of day."
(More rumbling is heard from the people gathered around the table.)
"So the table is open. I'm willin' to hear all the ideas you two have."
"So...let's hear 'em!"
(Nobody speaks for a few moments, and Mookie slams his closed fist down on the table.)
"C'mon people! We need help! Any ideas are good! T, how 'bout you?"
(T-Drizzle sits up in his seat and adjusts his already crooked cap, making it more crooked.)
"You wanna know what I think? You really wanna know what I think about the cracka that nearly took my head off?"
"Yeah."
"'Aight."
(T-Drizzle pauses before he continues.)
"Very well. If you ask me, you should probably stop chasing him. To be honest, hunting him down is probably driving him farther away. And furthermore, is he really worth it? He started a battle inside of a coffee shop, a coffee shop! This naredowell is not worth the time if you ask me."
(Mookie looks over at T-Drizzle with his mouth open. Pookie has his eyebrows raised, but T-Drizzle continues.)
"If we MUST get him back, than I suggest you take your time. Don't pester him. Show up to the events he's at and don't pay attention to him. If he's fighting, sit in the stands and watch. He'll catch on and maybe think you're more serious then hunting him around him a Stooge."
"What tha FUCK!"
"Naw'mean?"
"Well that was different and highly unexpected."
"What'chu talkin' bout?"
(Mookie shakes his head.)
"Nevermind. Forget it."
"If I didn't like tha way you worked, I'd be pissed, y'know? Ain't gonna take no lip from a punk like you."
"Got yourself a winner there, Mook."
"At least I GOT a client."
"Fuck that, and fuck you."
"I'm tryin' to help! Pimpin' out loud!"
(The table is banged on again, by the fourth man.)
"Cut it out, I say, cut it out! You three are just like three hens fightin' over the same rooster!"
(The fourth man sits forward wearing a mustard colored suit, a wide brimmed hat, and sporting a white moustache and pointed goatee combination. However his outburst went unnoticed as the other three continue to argue. He hit's the table once again.)
"Pay attention, I say, pay attention, boys! Listen to me when I'm talkin' to ya!"
(The three slowly begin to come around.)
"Who are you again?"
"My name is Colonel Frederick de LaFonatine the thurd, son, and you best remember that."
"Who invited you?"
"That there cousin of yours. He didn't tell ya I was stopping by?"
"Eh, I probably didn't hear 'im. Happens a lot."
(The man removes his hat showing a head of white hair to match his moustache and beard.)
"Now listen, I say, now listen here, boy. I come bearing good ideas about how to solve your problem. And if you don't wanna hear them, than that's fine, but I'm still gonna speak my piece. And you best listen or else y'all are gonna be sitting her a week from tomorrow trying to solve your own problems."
"Good ahead Old Man Cracka."
"What I was thinkin', boy, was that you should go up to that oversized midget and tell him that you aren't gonna take nothing from him. That you are gonna keep going and keep going until he falls under your pressure."
"But..."
"No, I say, no buts, son. Are you even listening to me, boy? Are you even paying attention? Jesus, it's like talking to a man as thick headed as the right side of a cliff face. Forget playing hard to get and trying to seduce him, son, and just tell him that you are going to represent him. Don't even give him the damn option, you hear me son?"
(Pookie looks over to Mookie.)
"Didn't we try that?"
"I don't remember...no matter, we're keepin' this cat around. Best meetin' we've ever had."
"Isn't this the first meeting?"
(Before anyone can comment, the sound of a motor kicking on is heard as a beam of light can be see at the far end of the room.)
"Shit! Scatter!"
(Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III, T-Drizzle and Pookie all make a bee line for the open back door and disappear through it. Mookie meanwhile stands up and looks around as the garage door behind him begins to rise higher. He quickly makes a made dash for the wall and steps up onto a crate, using it to boost him up and out the open window, landing on the ground on the other side.)
"Ugh...Pimp....Down..."
(Meanwhile, standing in the garage door basked by the light from the street is Rico Casteel. He looks puzzled at the table sitting in the middle of the room and looks around the room as the scene fades to black.)
"I hope that everyone paid attention to what happened last week. I hope that everyone watched closely as I made sure that Nate Bishop, the motor-mouth that he is, was given a little dose of reality. He spent all week preaching to the clouds about how he was going to break my legs and leave me immobile while I wet myself in the middle of the ring. And when push came to shove, he couldn't get the job done. If that is what DangerTainment is all about, then I have no qualms saying that I am in no way worried for what the future has in store for me.
"And that future involves three men battling it out for the honor of getting destroyed by me at the next Super Show. Nate Bishop, Ebon, Jason Royce, it doesn't matter who wins that match, because the result of our title bout will be the same. The Loose Cannon will come out on top and will still be holding the IWC Suicidal championship. Though, a little bit of me hopes that Nate Bishop wins, because there are still a few unresolved differences between us. There are still a few words that I need him to eat.
"For now though, Nate Bishop is safe. This week is the week that I send a clear and concise message to the IWC Insane champion.
"It took longer than I anticipated it would, but Reginald finally realized that it wasn't just me who wanted this match. That everyone paying money wanted it, too. If I didn't know that James was a fighter, I would have assumed he was dogging me. I would have assumed that he was avoiding this match-up because he didn't want the truth to come out. He didn't want people to know that he wasn't the best that IWC had to offer.
"Oh, I know that James Chambers is the IWC Insane champion, and considered the top dog in the federation, but that doesn't mean he is the best. That doesn't mean that everything begins and ends with him. If everyone remembers there was on absence from that IWC Insane title tournament. One name that should have been entered into it but wasn't.
"Rico Casteel.
"I know that I could have beaten James that night. I know that I could have walked away with the IWC Insane championship. I could have been the one on top of the federation, looking down at everyone as they scrambled for position. But I wasn't given that chance. I wasn't given the opportunity to prove that point.
"You can throw the fact that I was green and too new to the federation in my face, because that is what I would expect you to do, James. I would expect you to keep running from the truth. To keep trying to deny the fact that the Loose Cannon is the better of the two of us. This match this week, is two months in the making. This match is the match that should have ended up headlining the first Super Show that IWC ever had.
"Don't you agree, James?
"Of course not. But eventually, you will see the truth. After you experience a ride through a demented reality, you will understand just why I think I should have been given an oppportunity to win your belt back then, and why I should have been given an opportunity to win your belt this week. You will see why I am the better man, and why you have no chance in winning.
"You can go back and look at all of my matches in IWC, but you still won't get the picture. You still won't understand the truth because I haven't truly been challenged yet. Yes, my ladder match was tough, and I admit, a toll was taken on my body, but I haven't really showcased my true talents to everyone. I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of what I can do. I'm sure you saw what happened to Delilah, though, and I can only tell you that you could end up like her. Busted open, bloodied, left for dead.
"I am sure that no one will believe that, though, because they all think you're the shit. That you are the next coming of Christ. That you are untouchable when it comes to getting assaulted. Maybe I am here to re-write those opinions and perceptions. Maybe I am just here to eliminate them from the equation altogether.
"Whatever my reason, there is one thing I am one hundred percent certain on.
"I would have beaten you at the Super Show if I was given the chance to, I am sure of that. So now we will have to settle for this little impromptu match-up. A...warm-up for your eventual clash with Chris Cyrus. I am no Chris Cyrus though, James, just remember that. I'm no Ebon either. I'm like nothing you have ever come across inside of that ring.
"People like Nate Bishop take me for nothing more than a lumbering oaf. A waste of space and a sorry excuse for a champion. No brains, no speed, and far too much weight to keep himself from falling over. Don't make that same mistake, James, because I assure you, that all of that is wrong. That I have the speed to leave a man of your size dented into the steel steps. That I have enough brains to know what situations to stay away from. And then there's the mean streak that runs right down my back and my total disregard for my opponents well being.
"This is just the beginning though, James. Just the fucking beginning."
"Welcome. We are here because my cousin has a bit of a problem. He's tryin' to get one of his clients back, but he's being dogged. And it ain't cool. This guy, he's throwin' people 'round and stompin' up a storm. Just. Ain't. Cool."
(There's a bit of a rumble from the people around the table.)
"And we just can't have that! Pookie, tell 'em!"
(Pookie now clears his throat wearing all black and a black beanie to top it off.)
"Well, he and I used to work together back in his MMA days. He's a bit of a pain, but nice once you get to know him, you know? He's a bit of a tough guy, too."
"It ain't fair! Pookie is doin' all he can to get him back, an he's not even givin' him the time of day."
(More rumbling is heard from the people gathered around the table.)
"So the table is open. I'm willin' to hear all the ideas you two have."
"So...let's hear 'em!"
(Nobody speaks for a few moments, and Mookie slams his closed fist down on the table.)
"C'mon people! We need help! Any ideas are good! T, how 'bout you?"
(T-Drizzle sits up in his seat and adjusts his already crooked cap, making it more crooked.)
"You wanna know what I think? You really wanna know what I think about the cracka that nearly took my head off?"
"Yeah."
"'Aight."
(T-Drizzle pauses before he continues.)
"Very well. If you ask me, you should probably stop chasing him. To be honest, hunting him down is probably driving him farther away. And furthermore, is he really worth it? He started a battle inside of a coffee shop, a coffee shop! This naredowell is not worth the time if you ask me."
(Mookie looks over at T-Drizzle with his mouth open. Pookie has his eyebrows raised, but T-Drizzle continues.)
"If we MUST get him back, than I suggest you take your time. Don't pester him. Show up to the events he's at and don't pay attention to him. If he's fighting, sit in the stands and watch. He'll catch on and maybe think you're more serious then hunting him around him a Stooge."
"What tha FUCK!"
"Naw'mean?"
"Well that was different and highly unexpected."
"What'chu talkin' bout?"
(Mookie shakes his head.)
"Nevermind. Forget it."
"If I didn't like tha way you worked, I'd be pissed, y'know? Ain't gonna take no lip from a punk like you."
"Got yourself a winner there, Mook."
"At least I GOT a client."
"Fuck that, and fuck you."
"I'm tryin' to help! Pimpin' out loud!"
(The table is banged on again, by the fourth man.)
"Cut it out, I say, cut it out! You three are just like three hens fightin' over the same rooster!"
(The fourth man sits forward wearing a mustard colored suit, a wide brimmed hat, and sporting a white moustache and pointed goatee combination. However his outburst went unnoticed as the other three continue to argue. He hit's the table once again.)
"Pay attention, I say, pay attention, boys! Listen to me when I'm talkin' to ya!"
(The three slowly begin to come around.)
"Who are you again?"
"My name is Colonel Frederick de LaFonatine the thurd, son, and you best remember that."
"Who invited you?"
"That there cousin of yours. He didn't tell ya I was stopping by?"
"Eh, I probably didn't hear 'im. Happens a lot."
(The man removes his hat showing a head of white hair to match his moustache and beard.)
"Now listen, I say, now listen here, boy. I come bearing good ideas about how to solve your problem. And if you don't wanna hear them, than that's fine, but I'm still gonna speak my piece. And you best listen or else y'all are gonna be sitting her a week from tomorrow trying to solve your own problems."
"Good ahead Old Man Cracka."
"What I was thinkin', boy, was that you should go up to that oversized midget and tell him that you aren't gonna take nothing from him. That you are gonna keep going and keep going until he falls under your pressure."
"But..."
"No, I say, no buts, son. Are you even listening to me, boy? Are you even paying attention? Jesus, it's like talking to a man as thick headed as the right side of a cliff face. Forget playing hard to get and trying to seduce him, son, and just tell him that you are going to represent him. Don't even give him the damn option, you hear me son?"
(Pookie looks over to Mookie.)
"Didn't we try that?"
"I don't remember...no matter, we're keepin' this cat around. Best meetin' we've ever had."
"Isn't this the first meeting?"
(Before anyone can comment, the sound of a motor kicking on is heard as a beam of light can be see at the far end of the room.)
"Shit! Scatter!"
(Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III, T-Drizzle and Pookie all make a bee line for the open back door and disappear through it. Mookie meanwhile stands up and looks around as the garage door behind him begins to rise higher. He quickly makes a made dash for the wall and steps up onto a crate, using it to boost him up and out the open window, landing on the ground on the other side.)
"Ugh...Pimp....Down..."
(Meanwhile, standing in the garage door basked by the light from the street is Rico Casteel. He looks puzzled at the table sitting in the middle of the room and looks around the room as the scene fades to black.)
"I hope that everyone paid attention to what happened last week. I hope that everyone watched closely as I made sure that Nate Bishop, the motor-mouth that he is, was given a little dose of reality. He spent all week preaching to the clouds about how he was going to break my legs and leave me immobile while I wet myself in the middle of the ring. And when push came to shove, he couldn't get the job done. If that is what DangerTainment is all about, then I have no qualms saying that I am in no way worried for what the future has in store for me.
"And that future involves three men battling it out for the honor of getting destroyed by me at the next Super Show. Nate Bishop, Ebon, Jason Royce, it doesn't matter who wins that match, because the result of our title bout will be the same. The Loose Cannon will come out on top and will still be holding the IWC Suicidal championship. Though, a little bit of me hopes that Nate Bishop wins, because there are still a few unresolved differences between us. There are still a few words that I need him to eat.
"For now though, Nate Bishop is safe. This week is the week that I send a clear and concise message to the IWC Insane champion.
"It took longer than I anticipated it would, but Reginald finally realized that it wasn't just me who wanted this match. That everyone paying money wanted it, too. If I didn't know that James was a fighter, I would have assumed he was dogging me. I would have assumed that he was avoiding this match-up because he didn't want the truth to come out. He didn't want people to know that he wasn't the best that IWC had to offer.
"Oh, I know that James Chambers is the IWC Insane champion, and considered the top dog in the federation, but that doesn't mean he is the best. That doesn't mean that everything begins and ends with him. If everyone remembers there was on absence from that IWC Insane title tournament. One name that should have been entered into it but wasn't.
"Rico Casteel.
"I know that I could have beaten James that night. I know that I could have walked away with the IWC Insane championship. I could have been the one on top of the federation, looking down at everyone as they scrambled for position. But I wasn't given that chance. I wasn't given the opportunity to prove that point.
"You can throw the fact that I was green and too new to the federation in my face, because that is what I would expect you to do, James. I would expect you to keep running from the truth. To keep trying to deny the fact that the Loose Cannon is the better of the two of us. This match this week, is two months in the making. This match is the match that should have ended up headlining the first Super Show that IWC ever had.
"Don't you agree, James?
"Of course not. But eventually, you will see the truth. After you experience a ride through a demented reality, you will understand just why I think I should have been given an oppportunity to win your belt back then, and why I should have been given an opportunity to win your belt this week. You will see why I am the better man, and why you have no chance in winning.
"You can go back and look at all of my matches in IWC, but you still won't get the picture. You still won't understand the truth because I haven't truly been challenged yet. Yes, my ladder match was tough, and I admit, a toll was taken on my body, but I haven't really showcased my true talents to everyone. I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of what I can do. I'm sure you saw what happened to Delilah, though, and I can only tell you that you could end up like her. Busted open, bloodied, left for dead.
"I am sure that no one will believe that, though, because they all think you're the shit. That you are the next coming of Christ. That you are untouchable when it comes to getting assaulted. Maybe I am here to re-write those opinions and perceptions. Maybe I am just here to eliminate them from the equation altogether.
"Whatever my reason, there is one thing I am one hundred percent certain on.
"I would have beaten you at the Super Show if I was given the chance to, I am sure of that. So now we will have to settle for this little impromptu match-up. A...warm-up for your eventual clash with Chris Cyrus. I am no Chris Cyrus though, James, just remember that. I'm no Ebon either. I'm like nothing you have ever come across inside of that ring.
"People like Nate Bishop take me for nothing more than a lumbering oaf. A waste of space and a sorry excuse for a champion. No brains, no speed, and far too much weight to keep himself from falling over. Don't make that same mistake, James, because I assure you, that all of that is wrong. That I have the speed to leave a man of your size dented into the steel steps. That I have enough brains to know what situations to stay away from. And then there's the mean streak that runs right down my back and my total disregard for my opponents well being.
"This is just the beginning though, James. Just the fucking beginning."
