Post by C.J. Gates on Oct 15, 2011 1:33:04 GMT -4
The scene opens up with a shot of APW World Heavyweight champion Rico Casteel sitting in a chair with a tall back. The chair is elevated on a platform, and Rico is simply seated, smirking wickedly, the World Heavyweight title around his waist. He is looking straight forward and as Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third walks in from the right side Rico doesn't even flinch. The Colonel is flanked by a second man.
Colonel: I'm back, I say, I'm back, Rico.
Rico: Kneel before your king.
The Colonel exchanges a glance with the man beside him.
Colonel: Now you know I'm not doing that, son.
Rico: Did you at least find him?
Colonel: Find who?
Rico slowly turns his head to look at the Colonel.
Rico: Eli. The Rabbi. This is a fucking Pay-Per-View, old man, and I need to get into the right frame of mind. Are you okay? You sound different.
The Colonel turns to the other man.
Colonel: I'd say he's already in a good state of mind.
Rico: What did you say?
Colonel: I said I feel fine.
Rico: Where is Eli?
Colonel: I don't know, son. What I do know is that I've brought you a lawyer.
Rico: I don't need a fucking lawyer. I need my trainer.
Colonel: But think about it. You will need a lawyer.
Rico: What the hell do you know, old man?
The Colonel steps forward.
Colonel: After you are through beating these pathetic hog wranglers inside of that cage, you might need some legal council so's that they don't sue you for all the pain and punishment you're going to unleash upon them.
The smirk grows into a sick smile.
Rico: You know, there might be hope for you yet. Though, I don't think I will need the lawyer, because I don't plan on leaving anyone around so that they can sue me. If anything, I plan on making sure they all realize that they are out of their league.
Colonel: Yes, but one of them is bound to survive. What if you don't have a say in their fate?
Rico stares at the Colonel while the lawyer stands nervously behind.
Colonel: What if, I say, what if you aren't in the chamber at the time that someone gets eliminated. They might simply get beat down and pinned, son. And you'd have no say.
Rico: It's possible. But I don't think that's something to worry about. And even if it was so, I'd just make sure I found the man that eliminated them and destroy them and I'd make sure they choked on their own blood.
Lawyer: Usurp you from what?
Rico glares over at the lawyer.
Rico: From this throne. From my rightful spot at the top of the ladder. The top of the food chain. Usurp me from my spot as the World Heavyweight champion. That is all these five are doing. That is all that they want from me, to steal my throne and my spotlight. And I am not about to let that happen. This is MY kingdom, this is MY Asylum.
Lawyer: Sorry, I didn't know...
Rico: Where the hell did you find these stain, Frederick? Where do you find this sorry excuse for a lawyer? And how did it come that you didn't explain everything to him.
Colonel: I didn't think it was important.
Rico: You didn't think, that's it. You were too busy doing God knows what. You say you want to be part of my council, yet you go and do things like this. So what the FUCK is your deal, Colonel?
Colonel: I'm sorry I...
Rico: AND you didn't bring me Rabbi like I had asked. Colonel, I'm really starting to wonder about you.
Colonel: I will, I say, I will, I promise I will.
Rico: Then you will bring me the Rabbi. For now, I am going to go get ready for this title defense. Bring me the Rabbi, Colonel, or it's your head.
Rico steps down from the platform and disappears past the two men, the sound of a door slamming sounding his exit. They look over their shoulders to make sure he's gone before the both let out a sigh of relief. The Colonel reaches up and removes his hat, tossing it down on the platform. He then reaches up again and removes his white eyebrows and goatee. The lawyer walks past and removes his hair, letting his dreadlocks fall out from underneath.
Lawyer: Man, I was beginnin' to think that I wasn't gonna be able to keep in character, y'know?
Colonel: Mookie, shut up. You don't know how far he's gone. Maybe he's just outside the door.
Mookie (Lawyer): Aw, Pookie, you worry too much. Just chill. We gotcha back in his good books.
Pookie (Colonel): For you. How long do you think the old guys going to last in the basement?
Mookie: We ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. My boy Driz is grilling the old man for his chicken recipe.
The cousins look at each other for a bit before they both share a laugh.
Pookie: Dude sure has lost his mind, though. Fucking out of this world man.
Mookie: That's cause you ain't been around to help him. You ain't been there to write hi ship! But now y'are, cuz. You be right in his inner sanctum.
Pookie: I'm not no where close to that.
Mookie: Whatever. Important thing is that we're running this shit.
Pookie: What about the Rabbi?
Mookie: We just gotta make sure they don't meet up.
Pookie: Alright, I'll leave that one to you. After all, you're the lawyer. I've got to stay close to him, be his words of wisdom.
Mookie: Not like he listens. Nothing's changed, eh, Pook?
Mookie pounds Pookie on the shoulder and chuckles. The cousins continue to talk and plan, always keeping an eye on the door as the scene fades to black.
"Welcome to the madness.
"That is the sign that each and everyone of you should be seeing as you make your way out to the ring because, quite honestly, that is what I am aiming this match to be. Nothing but pure madness for everyone involved. Nothing but blood, blood and more blood, splashed around the ring, smeared onto weapons. Ever since this chamber match was announced, that has been my thought. To make sure that anyone who plans to try and take me title, to try and usurp me from my throne, is dealt a punishing blow. And now that I have five willing victims in my crosshairs that makes this match that much better.
"But I hear them. I hear them saying how they've got this thing sewn up. How they deserve to win this match and how they have what it takes to strip the title from around my waist. Each and every one of them says it. Each and every one of them states that they will sit on my throne.
"And each and every one of them is wrong.
"Because what they all fail to realize is that I have worked far too long and far too hard to just fall that easily. The road that I took to get this title, it was never an easy one. Sure, I made it look easy, but it was far from it. At every possible moment, Reginald tried to screw me out of this title. After I won that battle royale at Rasslemania to earn a show at James Chambers, he threw Isamu Suzuki into the path to try and derail me. And all it did was anger me. When he continued to throw other obstacles in my way before I could face Chambers, it pissed me off. Then, when James Chambers pussied out and high tailed it out of APW, Reginald refused to name me the rightful champion. He refused to crown me and that was just a slap in the face. So I did what I had to do. I stole the APW World Heavyweight title.
"Sure, each and every one of you condemns me for doing it. They take the high road when it comes to what I had to do to make sure that Reginald didn't try and fuck me over again. But for every one of you that condemns me, I know that you would do the exact same thing, if you were in my shoes.
"And from there it was textbook. I went on to beat Chris Cyrus for the title that was already mine, and then I beat Branden Harvey. And there is no doubt in my mind that I will leave Japan as the champion.
"After all, who's going to stop me?
"Mike Morrison? Maybe. Of all those involved, he's at least of a similar mind as I am. He at least knows where the fun house truly is, and he will at least be as...twisted as I will. Though that will only get him so far. To think it is one thing, but to actually do it, that is an entirely different story. And so far, I have yet to see Morrison show me anything that would make me fear him. I have yet to see him smash in a skull or draw blood from his opponent. He's just....there. A throw in. A place holder because the other man in his match opted to disappear. Mike Morrison, you will not stop me.
"Tommy Knoxville? As I said last time, Knoxville lucked into this match. Knoxville couldn't even beat Manhattan White to qualify, so what hope does he have at beating me inside of that structure? Oh, sure, there is that element of uncertainty, of randomness where anything can happen, but I'm not worried. I know that when push comes to shove, I'll be shoving with the best of them. I know that if Knoxville tries to get the upper hand on me, I will make sure that he is never heard from again. I will make sure that his recent foray into APW is just that and nothing more. A chance with no substance. A hope that is really a dream. You, Tommy, are not going to stop me.
"Who else? Manhattan White? I'll file him in the same category as Tommy, simply because he also failed to win a match to get into this chamber. Instead, he was simply the result of a man more hated by Reginald then I getting the unfair shake. Which is fine, because I've already embarassed Branden Harvey, so I would love to have a new bit of fodder, a new meat shield to pulverize beyond recognition. If there was anything about him to recognize I couldn't say, but after I am through with him in the chamber, he will be nothing but an afterthought. White, you will not stop me.
"Maybe Sally Talfourd will stop my reign of madness. Perhaps. She has the pedigree to get it done and has held the Undisputed title before. I'm sure she would love nothing more than to be the first person to hold both the main titles. But even though she is a former champion, I'm not going to simply roll over for her. For that...female. For that negative space. She might be able to get the fans on her side with her good looks and her firtacious attitude, but it doesn't fool me. Beneath all of that she is a woman who got lucky over Level One. A woman that didn't really have what it took to keep that title, and a woman who eventually succumbed to her own inabilities before she took a trip to the wrong side of the tracks. The one thing in common?
"She's a woman.
"Maybe that doesn't make a lick of difference to anyone else, but it does for me. Everyone knows why she came to the Asylum, and it wasn't because she wanted to see some new sights. No, it was because she thought she could get some easier competition if she came to my show. She thought she could rocket up the ranks if she came to Asylum. But she was wrong. Proven when she was almost beaten by Kate Horton. Who? Exactly.
"And Sally, I am no Kate Horton. I am a man possessed. A man hell bent on keeping his title around his waist. And if you think that you are going to be able to get lucky in the same fashion you did against Lester, you're wrong. You might have the weapons on your side, but if you have even seen me in a match where weapons are featured you would know that I have nothing but love for them. When I was defending my Suicidal title? I made sure that Delilah kissed that lead pipe. I made minced meat out of Harvey at Shockwave, and you, little miss hopeless, are going to suffer that same feat. You, Sally Talfourd, are not going to stop me.
"Maybe Jason Kash will have that ability to stop me. The fans would love that after all that we have gone through, wouldn't they? They would love to see me lose to that piece of leftover ash. And why not? He's a man who speaks one way one time and then another at a different point. Sure, he doesn't remember because of all the blunts he's smoked, but I'm sure it will come back to him. Especially after I remind him.
"Back when you first left you had stated that you were the only reason we won in that War Games match. You said that it was all because of you and DangerTainment. That even the likes of James Chambers had nothing to do with the final outcome. But then now, you praise him. You say that it was the Kash-Chambers connection. You say that without him you wouldn't be successful. And you think you can stop me? You can't even keep your facts straight, you chump. You can't even keep a hold on your own title, let alone trying to pry mine away from me.
"So why should I take you seriously, Kash? Because you slapped me with that toilet paper? Because I've managed to beat you up on numerous occasions? Because weapons are closer to you then drugs? Why, Jason, give me a fucking reason. Maybe it's because you're hungry? Just like you were hungry when you defended your Tap Out title against Johnny Brown? Truth is, Jason, you're in the worst position. You are already defending your tag team titles earlier in the night. And in the end, Jason, you will not stop me.
"By the end of the night all of you will bow at my feet as I remain your king.
"And don't forget to check that sign, though, because there most certainly is an asterisk at the bottom. An asterisk that says that this could be your very last match.
"So make it a good one, peasants."
Colonel: I'm back, I say, I'm back, Rico.
Rico: Kneel before your king.
The Colonel exchanges a glance with the man beside him.
Colonel: Now you know I'm not doing that, son.
Rico: Did you at least find him?
Colonel: Find who?
Rico slowly turns his head to look at the Colonel.
Rico: Eli. The Rabbi. This is a fucking Pay-Per-View, old man, and I need to get into the right frame of mind. Are you okay? You sound different.
The Colonel turns to the other man.
Colonel: I'd say he's already in a good state of mind.
Rico: What did you say?
Colonel: I said I feel fine.
Rico: Where is Eli?
Colonel: I don't know, son. What I do know is that I've brought you a lawyer.
Rico: I don't need a fucking lawyer. I need my trainer.
Colonel: But think about it. You will need a lawyer.
Rico: What the hell do you know, old man?
The Colonel steps forward.
Colonel: After you are through beating these pathetic hog wranglers inside of that cage, you might need some legal council so's that they don't sue you for all the pain and punishment you're going to unleash upon them.
The smirk grows into a sick smile.
Rico: You know, there might be hope for you yet. Though, I don't think I will need the lawyer, because I don't plan on leaving anyone around so that they can sue me. If anything, I plan on making sure they all realize that they are out of their league.
Colonel: Yes, but one of them is bound to survive. What if you don't have a say in their fate?
Rico stares at the Colonel while the lawyer stands nervously behind.
Colonel: What if, I say, what if you aren't in the chamber at the time that someone gets eliminated. They might simply get beat down and pinned, son. And you'd have no say.
Rico: It's possible. But I don't think that's something to worry about. And even if it was so, I'd just make sure I found the man that eliminated them and destroy them and I'd make sure they choked on their own blood.
Lawyer: Usurp you from what?
Rico glares over at the lawyer.
Rico: From this throne. From my rightful spot at the top of the ladder. The top of the food chain. Usurp me from my spot as the World Heavyweight champion. That is all these five are doing. That is all that they want from me, to steal my throne and my spotlight. And I am not about to let that happen. This is MY kingdom, this is MY Asylum.
Lawyer: Sorry, I didn't know...
Rico: Where the hell did you find these stain, Frederick? Where do you find this sorry excuse for a lawyer? And how did it come that you didn't explain everything to him.
Colonel: I didn't think it was important.
Rico: You didn't think, that's it. You were too busy doing God knows what. You say you want to be part of my council, yet you go and do things like this. So what the FUCK is your deal, Colonel?
Colonel: I'm sorry I...
Rico: AND you didn't bring me Rabbi like I had asked. Colonel, I'm really starting to wonder about you.
Colonel: I will, I say, I will, I promise I will.
Rico: Then you will bring me the Rabbi. For now, I am going to go get ready for this title defense. Bring me the Rabbi, Colonel, or it's your head.
Rico steps down from the platform and disappears past the two men, the sound of a door slamming sounding his exit. They look over their shoulders to make sure he's gone before the both let out a sigh of relief. The Colonel reaches up and removes his hat, tossing it down on the platform. He then reaches up again and removes his white eyebrows and goatee. The lawyer walks past and removes his hair, letting his dreadlocks fall out from underneath.
Lawyer: Man, I was beginnin' to think that I wasn't gonna be able to keep in character, y'know?
Colonel: Mookie, shut up. You don't know how far he's gone. Maybe he's just outside the door.
Mookie (Lawyer): Aw, Pookie, you worry too much. Just chill. We gotcha back in his good books.
Pookie (Colonel): For you. How long do you think the old guys going to last in the basement?
Mookie: We ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. My boy Driz is grilling the old man for his chicken recipe.
The cousins look at each other for a bit before they both share a laugh.
Pookie: Dude sure has lost his mind, though. Fucking out of this world man.
Mookie: That's cause you ain't been around to help him. You ain't been there to write hi ship! But now y'are, cuz. You be right in his inner sanctum.
Pookie: I'm not no where close to that.
Mookie: Whatever. Important thing is that we're running this shit.
Pookie: What about the Rabbi?
Mookie: We just gotta make sure they don't meet up.
Pookie: Alright, I'll leave that one to you. After all, you're the lawyer. I've got to stay close to him, be his words of wisdom.
Mookie: Not like he listens. Nothing's changed, eh, Pook?
Mookie pounds Pookie on the shoulder and chuckles. The cousins continue to talk and plan, always keeping an eye on the door as the scene fades to black.
"Welcome to the madness.
"That is the sign that each and everyone of you should be seeing as you make your way out to the ring because, quite honestly, that is what I am aiming this match to be. Nothing but pure madness for everyone involved. Nothing but blood, blood and more blood, splashed around the ring, smeared onto weapons. Ever since this chamber match was announced, that has been my thought. To make sure that anyone who plans to try and take me title, to try and usurp me from my throne, is dealt a punishing blow. And now that I have five willing victims in my crosshairs that makes this match that much better.
"But I hear them. I hear them saying how they've got this thing sewn up. How they deserve to win this match and how they have what it takes to strip the title from around my waist. Each and every one of them says it. Each and every one of them states that they will sit on my throne.
"And each and every one of them is wrong.
"Because what they all fail to realize is that I have worked far too long and far too hard to just fall that easily. The road that I took to get this title, it was never an easy one. Sure, I made it look easy, but it was far from it. At every possible moment, Reginald tried to screw me out of this title. After I won that battle royale at Rasslemania to earn a show at James Chambers, he threw Isamu Suzuki into the path to try and derail me. And all it did was anger me. When he continued to throw other obstacles in my way before I could face Chambers, it pissed me off. Then, when James Chambers pussied out and high tailed it out of APW, Reginald refused to name me the rightful champion. He refused to crown me and that was just a slap in the face. So I did what I had to do. I stole the APW World Heavyweight title.
"Sure, each and every one of you condemns me for doing it. They take the high road when it comes to what I had to do to make sure that Reginald didn't try and fuck me over again. But for every one of you that condemns me, I know that you would do the exact same thing, if you were in my shoes.
"And from there it was textbook. I went on to beat Chris Cyrus for the title that was already mine, and then I beat Branden Harvey. And there is no doubt in my mind that I will leave Japan as the champion.
"After all, who's going to stop me?
"Mike Morrison? Maybe. Of all those involved, he's at least of a similar mind as I am. He at least knows where the fun house truly is, and he will at least be as...twisted as I will. Though that will only get him so far. To think it is one thing, but to actually do it, that is an entirely different story. And so far, I have yet to see Morrison show me anything that would make me fear him. I have yet to see him smash in a skull or draw blood from his opponent. He's just....there. A throw in. A place holder because the other man in his match opted to disappear. Mike Morrison, you will not stop me.
"Tommy Knoxville? As I said last time, Knoxville lucked into this match. Knoxville couldn't even beat Manhattan White to qualify, so what hope does he have at beating me inside of that structure? Oh, sure, there is that element of uncertainty, of randomness where anything can happen, but I'm not worried. I know that when push comes to shove, I'll be shoving with the best of them. I know that if Knoxville tries to get the upper hand on me, I will make sure that he is never heard from again. I will make sure that his recent foray into APW is just that and nothing more. A chance with no substance. A hope that is really a dream. You, Tommy, are not going to stop me.
"Who else? Manhattan White? I'll file him in the same category as Tommy, simply because he also failed to win a match to get into this chamber. Instead, he was simply the result of a man more hated by Reginald then I getting the unfair shake. Which is fine, because I've already embarassed Branden Harvey, so I would love to have a new bit of fodder, a new meat shield to pulverize beyond recognition. If there was anything about him to recognize I couldn't say, but after I am through with him in the chamber, he will be nothing but an afterthought. White, you will not stop me.
"Maybe Sally Talfourd will stop my reign of madness. Perhaps. She has the pedigree to get it done and has held the Undisputed title before. I'm sure she would love nothing more than to be the first person to hold both the main titles. But even though she is a former champion, I'm not going to simply roll over for her. For that...female. For that negative space. She might be able to get the fans on her side with her good looks and her firtacious attitude, but it doesn't fool me. Beneath all of that she is a woman who got lucky over Level One. A woman that didn't really have what it took to keep that title, and a woman who eventually succumbed to her own inabilities before she took a trip to the wrong side of the tracks. The one thing in common?
"She's a woman.
"Maybe that doesn't make a lick of difference to anyone else, but it does for me. Everyone knows why she came to the Asylum, and it wasn't because she wanted to see some new sights. No, it was because she thought she could get some easier competition if she came to my show. She thought she could rocket up the ranks if she came to Asylum. But she was wrong. Proven when she was almost beaten by Kate Horton. Who? Exactly.
"And Sally, I am no Kate Horton. I am a man possessed. A man hell bent on keeping his title around his waist. And if you think that you are going to be able to get lucky in the same fashion you did against Lester, you're wrong. You might have the weapons on your side, but if you have even seen me in a match where weapons are featured you would know that I have nothing but love for them. When I was defending my Suicidal title? I made sure that Delilah kissed that lead pipe. I made minced meat out of Harvey at Shockwave, and you, little miss hopeless, are going to suffer that same feat. You, Sally Talfourd, are not going to stop me.
"Maybe Jason Kash will have that ability to stop me. The fans would love that after all that we have gone through, wouldn't they? They would love to see me lose to that piece of leftover ash. And why not? He's a man who speaks one way one time and then another at a different point. Sure, he doesn't remember because of all the blunts he's smoked, but I'm sure it will come back to him. Especially after I remind him.
"Back when you first left you had stated that you were the only reason we won in that War Games match. You said that it was all because of you and DangerTainment. That even the likes of James Chambers had nothing to do with the final outcome. But then now, you praise him. You say that it was the Kash-Chambers connection. You say that without him you wouldn't be successful. And you think you can stop me? You can't even keep your facts straight, you chump. You can't even keep a hold on your own title, let alone trying to pry mine away from me.
"So why should I take you seriously, Kash? Because you slapped me with that toilet paper? Because I've managed to beat you up on numerous occasions? Because weapons are closer to you then drugs? Why, Jason, give me a fucking reason. Maybe it's because you're hungry? Just like you were hungry when you defended your Tap Out title against Johnny Brown? Truth is, Jason, you're in the worst position. You are already defending your tag team titles earlier in the night. And in the end, Jason, you will not stop me.
"By the end of the night all of you will bow at my feet as I remain your king.
"And don't forget to check that sign, though, because there most certainly is an asterisk at the bottom. An asterisk that says that this could be your very last match.
"So make it a good one, peasants."
