Post by Delikado on Jun 12, 2013 23:59:20 GMT -4
OOC: *sigh* I swear I can not catch a break with consistency anymore. This is going to require a serious sit-down between myself and the future. Sorry, CJ. You put up a fight I was never going to be able to match this week. I have the utmost respect for you and I apologize for not showing it. 
The Carnival[/u]
The scene fades in with Jimmy Gooch sitting on his bicycle outside the carnival grounds. It’s a clear, crisp night, and Jimmy is enjoying it as fireflies hover around him. He smiles and lightly glides his hand through the air, catching one. He examines the insect and then releases it, watching it fly off with a smile that is as gentle as his old man Buckson Gooch’s smile. A frog croaks a few feet away and Jimmy gazes at it from his bike. The frog hops into the nearby dirt road, just as headlights from a car roll into view and a tire runs right over the frog, crushing it. Jimmy’s smile drops but he says nothing as he looks up to the car arriving outside the carnival. The car stops and goes into park. The driver’s door opens, and Sofia Monzón, Delikado’s right-hand lady, exits and walks to Jimmy, who hops off his bike and chains it up. Better to be safe than sorry, he’s probably thinking. Sofia clicks her teeth as the cold air hits her and she comes up to Jimmy Gooch.
Sofia Monzón: S’going on, kid?
Jimmy Gooch: Oh, nothing, Miss Monzón. You wanna check out the carnival? Ride the “Zombie Invasion” ride? Heh.
Sofia: No.
Jimmy: Oh…
Jimmy’s attempts at friendly small talk quickly falter at Sofia’s quick, rather icy response, leaving him forced to move onto the business topic at hand.
Jimmy: Well, Hannah Storm came to my Dad the other day. She’s looking for help, maybe some answers.
Sofia: Ugh. That stupid skid mark. You know, it’s a common belief she was a prostitute before Jeff hired her. Mostly a side job at the time, but a whore once is a whore forever. It doesn’t go away. She’d probably give you a squeeze if you pressured her well enough, Jimbo.
Jimmy: I…I…uhhhhh…
Sofia smirks, taking pleasure in the young boy’s discomfort.
Sofia: Relax, virgin.
The two quietly walk alongside the out edge of the rundown carnival, with Sofia sliding her bony hands into her pockets and Jimmy fixing the trucker hat on his head.
Jimmy: Okey dokey, everybody knows The League wants to keep the peace, but Delikado bopping interviewer heads around with trumpets and phony baseball bats ain’t quite the way, is it? I mean don’t get me wrong, Deli’s been like a second father to me and I’ve learned a lot from him, but I don’t see much peace in that. Neither does my Pa.
Sofia: Look, kid. We need to shut down all the bad vapors going on in the APW right now. Interviewers, newcomers, long-timers, Champions, Bosses, you name it. It needs to be done quick, and it needs to be done now, especially anything to do with these Sindicates and New Sindicates and Newer Sindicates running around. They all have different names, comprise different people, but they aaaaalllll go back that little club Level-One and Terry Marvin tried to turn into a company-wide empire. If we just let the noisemakers run around, I myself see a lot of problems popping up down the line. People start being drafted into their armies with promises of “gold” or “anarchy” or whatever tickles their fancy, unbiased interviewers get turned into personal mouthpieces, the web is made like a hot air balloon flaunting their shit all over the world, guys and girls grow in power who shouldn’t even get put on diapers, those same guys and girls bide their time with that power and influence, before you know it they all gang up on what good is left, APW loses, and nobody wins.
Jimmy: Ok, ok, just…I dunno…
Sofia: Relax. Everyone hates Hannah Storm most of all out of these interviewers. Believe it or not, she’s just as venomous as any other thug on Overdrive, Asylum, or even Meltdown. She just hides it really well. Hell, you give her a posse of her own, a “Hannah Storm Faction”, she’d be spilling blood all over this company. And all she is, is one example of the underlying villainy crawling beneath APW’s surface. With all the assholes sprouting up lately, rising against us and mouthing off, it’s bitching that’s inspiring a lot of shit that shouldn’t be inspired. But until we kill the cancers, we should focus on killing the possible strains they might leave in their wake.
Jimmy sighs. He clearly doesn’t like all this talk of bloodshed and cancer killing, but Sofia’s intensity keeps him from adamantly speaking his mind. His REAL mind.
Jimmy: I hear you.
Sofia: Also, I’ll go on the record and say that, to some degree, I blame your old man for this problem. Because now it adds the CJ Gates element to it.
Jimmy: W-What? The heck you trying to say?
Sofia: Your Pops doesn’t try hard enough. While the early Test for the Best Qualifier between him and Havok set up a nice set piece for The League’s formation, your dad should’ve pushed to compete with CJ Gates. He should have requested nothing less than a match with Gates two weeks ago. That way he could’ve worked CJ down, messed with him, left him open to a more…”completed” career. Put two guys together who have the potential to like each other, make them bat on each other for a bit, that “liking” goes stale and it turns into a brawl, a brawl I know your old man could win, a brawl that would have been BEAUTIFUL for The League’s arrival on the scene when we took out the garbage, the wasted potential of good that CJ Gates was at one time.
Jimmy: The heck? Are you telling me you would’ve wanted my Pa, Deli and the others to TAKE OUT CJ Gates two weeks ago?! But he’s one of the genuinely nice guys in APW! C’mon…Surely we can agree that when put up to a lot of other guys and girls around APW, CJ’s one you actually sit down and have a nice, casual discussion with. He’s got a loyal fanbase, a tried and true foundation in this company.
Sofia: And?
Sofia’s delivery is far from impressed. The icy, almost deadened look in her eyes makes it clear that anything and everything about CJ Gates’s “goodness” means squat to her. Young Gooch stalls for a few seconds before speaking up.
Jimmy: Well…That kind of leads to my next point. My Pa tried to get the idea to Deli and the rest of The League, but they’re all out and about preparing for Test for the Best. What if we…and look, this is solely about keeping peace and tranquility; after all, those are the best things to have in saving the world, right? Anywho, he just flew this off the top of his head…why don’t we, The League, have a sit-down with L1 and Terry and all their guys, bring maybe CJ and a few other fellow peacekeepers, and share in the company’s wealth?
Sofia: ……”Share in the company’s wealth?” What, like work together with them? Like team up? Some kind of POWER SHARING deal? They get this, we get that, and in return everybody agrees to get along and eat sunshine and shit rainbows?
Jimmy: It…It might’ve sounded a bit better coming from him, but he—I—WE just thought it would smooth things up in the company, get us over all these bumpy trails, if everyone tried to create a stable environment. I mean after all, Miss Monzón, we all wrestle in one company, under one banner, and that’s APW.
Sofia: The fuck is wrong with you guys? Shouldn’t you rednecks be GLAD there’s conflict? You started a whole goddamn Civil War over disagreement shit like this!
Jimmy: Hey, nobody wants to be a target here. I mean in the end, if we all rip each other to shreds, then what world are we really saving? We can’t give the good people a show if we’re all laid up and out of commission. It could work. I’ve seen companies with no factions, and they stood out pretty firm when everyone tried to consolidate peaceful-like under one roof.
Sofia: Is this the MOTHERFUCKING 60s now?!!
Sofia’s angry yell echoes throughout the field of the carnival, and Jimmy, growing cold and somewhat dejected by outright refusal of compromise, leads him to fix his hat up and wave his hands in the air.
Jimmy: Alright then, forget I mentioned it.
Sofia: I should forget you were here. That you’ve EVER been here! Don’t come around here again. You wanna see Deli, you call and make sure I’m not here, because I’ll tear you AND your fatass of a dad to shreds.
Sofia storms the other direction, but not before spinning around and pointing a threatening finger at Jimmy.
Sofia: You’ve been warned, kid. Don’t rain on our fucking parade here. Delikado’s finally going someplace again, and if it takes war to keep him going in that direction, I’ll push him to fight the whole fucking WORLD of wrestling!
Her piece said, Sofia heads back to her car and drives off aggressively with screeching tires as Jimmy stands out alone in the cold.
Hilton Hotel
Days Later[/u]
Hannah Storm: Alright, I got myself a nice little tan. Guess I better look over my material before we go to Phoenix.
The interviewer enters the room with a towel wrapped around her in her swimsuit. She shuts the hotel door and starts to walk inside.
Hannah: Brawn, get my briefcase out of the closet.
Silence greets Hannah, but she dismisses it from her assistant Brawn, who typically never hears the first time anyway. As she walks into the bed area, however, she suddenly bumps into the young, nameless man who was with Delikado several days ago in Las Vegas when the Cuban almost bashed her head in with a bat (a rubber baseball bat, but the detail is irrelevant what with the point it made).
Godofredo: Hola, senorita. I’m Godofredo, Delikado’s cousin. I’m here to make sure your visit is as uncomfortable as possible.
Hannah: Oh HELL no! Brawn!
The interviewer panics and drops her towel as she turns to run from the room. But as she reaches the door, Godofredo trips her up with the towel and she falls, landing at an angle where she can see inside the closet. She immediately spots Brawn lying on the floor of the closet with a busted head.
Hannah: Noooooooooooo! I don’t deserve thiiiiis!
She turns and crawls away, past Godofredo who allows it. But as Hannah crawls in the direction of the hotel room balcony, Cardinal Sniper, Delikado’s other henchman, walks into the room from the balcony, blocking her way. He makes the sign of the cross and then steps back as Godofredo, clutching a rolling chair, walks up to Hannah as she grovels.
Godofredo: The League gave you fair warning, Hannah. You stop letting evil spread and work with us. You chose against us, and now you pay the price.
Godofredo lifts up the chair and brings it down as the scene does a smash-cut to black.[/font][/size]
Some-Kinda-Something-Productions presents
A Delikado Remake
A Delikado Remake
The True Story of Total World Domination
A Cuban Warrior's Tale of Madness and Shenanigans
A Cuban Warrior's Tale of Madness and Shenanigans
- Part I -
Going Home…And Going Big
Going Home…And Going Big
The Carnival[/u]
The scene fades in with Jimmy Gooch sitting on his bicycle outside the carnival grounds. It’s a clear, crisp night, and Jimmy is enjoying it as fireflies hover around him. He smiles and lightly glides his hand through the air, catching one. He examines the insect and then releases it, watching it fly off with a smile that is as gentle as his old man Buckson Gooch’s smile. A frog croaks a few feet away and Jimmy gazes at it from his bike. The frog hops into the nearby dirt road, just as headlights from a car roll into view and a tire runs right over the frog, crushing it. Jimmy’s smile drops but he says nothing as he looks up to the car arriving outside the carnival. The car stops and goes into park. The driver’s door opens, and Sofia Monzón, Delikado’s right-hand lady, exits and walks to Jimmy, who hops off his bike and chains it up. Better to be safe than sorry, he’s probably thinking. Sofia clicks her teeth as the cold air hits her and she comes up to Jimmy Gooch.
Sofia Monzón: S’going on, kid?
Jimmy Gooch: Oh, nothing, Miss Monzón. You wanna check out the carnival? Ride the “Zombie Invasion” ride? Heh.
Sofia: No.
Jimmy: Oh…
Jimmy’s attempts at friendly small talk quickly falter at Sofia’s quick, rather icy response, leaving him forced to move onto the business topic at hand.
Jimmy: Well, Hannah Storm came to my Dad the other day. She’s looking for help, maybe some answers.
Sofia: Ugh. That stupid skid mark. You know, it’s a common belief she was a prostitute before Jeff hired her. Mostly a side job at the time, but a whore once is a whore forever. It doesn’t go away. She’d probably give you a squeeze if you pressured her well enough, Jimbo.
Jimmy: I…I…uhhhhh…
Sofia smirks, taking pleasure in the young boy’s discomfort.
Sofia: Relax, virgin.
The two quietly walk alongside the out edge of the rundown carnival, with Sofia sliding her bony hands into her pockets and Jimmy fixing the trucker hat on his head.
Jimmy: Okey dokey, everybody knows The League wants to keep the peace, but Delikado bopping interviewer heads around with trumpets and phony baseball bats ain’t quite the way, is it? I mean don’t get me wrong, Deli’s been like a second father to me and I’ve learned a lot from him, but I don’t see much peace in that. Neither does my Pa.
Sofia: Look, kid. We need to shut down all the bad vapors going on in the APW right now. Interviewers, newcomers, long-timers, Champions, Bosses, you name it. It needs to be done quick, and it needs to be done now, especially anything to do with these Sindicates and New Sindicates and Newer Sindicates running around. They all have different names, comprise different people, but they aaaaalllll go back that little club Level-One and Terry Marvin tried to turn into a company-wide empire. If we just let the noisemakers run around, I myself see a lot of problems popping up down the line. People start being drafted into their armies with promises of “gold” or “anarchy” or whatever tickles their fancy, unbiased interviewers get turned into personal mouthpieces, the web is made like a hot air balloon flaunting their shit all over the world, guys and girls grow in power who shouldn’t even get put on diapers, those same guys and girls bide their time with that power and influence, before you know it they all gang up on what good is left, APW loses, and nobody wins.
Jimmy: Ok, ok, just…I dunno…
Sofia: Relax. Everyone hates Hannah Storm most of all out of these interviewers. Believe it or not, she’s just as venomous as any other thug on Overdrive, Asylum, or even Meltdown. She just hides it really well. Hell, you give her a posse of her own, a “Hannah Storm Faction”, she’d be spilling blood all over this company. And all she is, is one example of the underlying villainy crawling beneath APW’s surface. With all the assholes sprouting up lately, rising against us and mouthing off, it’s bitching that’s inspiring a lot of shit that shouldn’t be inspired. But until we kill the cancers, we should focus on killing the possible strains they might leave in their wake.
Jimmy sighs. He clearly doesn’t like all this talk of bloodshed and cancer killing, but Sofia’s intensity keeps him from adamantly speaking his mind. His REAL mind.
Jimmy: I hear you.
Sofia: Also, I’ll go on the record and say that, to some degree, I blame your old man for this problem. Because now it adds the CJ Gates element to it.
Jimmy: W-What? The heck you trying to say?
Sofia: Your Pops doesn’t try hard enough. While the early Test for the Best Qualifier between him and Havok set up a nice set piece for The League’s formation, your dad should’ve pushed to compete with CJ Gates. He should have requested nothing less than a match with Gates two weeks ago. That way he could’ve worked CJ down, messed with him, left him open to a more…”completed” career. Put two guys together who have the potential to like each other, make them bat on each other for a bit, that “liking” goes stale and it turns into a brawl, a brawl I know your old man could win, a brawl that would have been BEAUTIFUL for The League’s arrival on the scene when we took out the garbage, the wasted potential of good that CJ Gates was at one time.
Jimmy: The heck? Are you telling me you would’ve wanted my Pa, Deli and the others to TAKE OUT CJ Gates two weeks ago?! But he’s one of the genuinely nice guys in APW! C’mon…Surely we can agree that when put up to a lot of other guys and girls around APW, CJ’s one you actually sit down and have a nice, casual discussion with. He’s got a loyal fanbase, a tried and true foundation in this company.
Sofia: And?
Sofia’s delivery is far from impressed. The icy, almost deadened look in her eyes makes it clear that anything and everything about CJ Gates’s “goodness” means squat to her. Young Gooch stalls for a few seconds before speaking up.
Jimmy: Well…That kind of leads to my next point. My Pa tried to get the idea to Deli and the rest of The League, but they’re all out and about preparing for Test for the Best. What if we…and look, this is solely about keeping peace and tranquility; after all, those are the best things to have in saving the world, right? Anywho, he just flew this off the top of his head…why don’t we, The League, have a sit-down with L1 and Terry and all their guys, bring maybe CJ and a few other fellow peacekeepers, and share in the company’s wealth?
Sofia: ……”Share in the company’s wealth?” What, like work together with them? Like team up? Some kind of POWER SHARING deal? They get this, we get that, and in return everybody agrees to get along and eat sunshine and shit rainbows?
Jimmy: It…It might’ve sounded a bit better coming from him, but he—I—WE just thought it would smooth things up in the company, get us over all these bumpy trails, if everyone tried to create a stable environment. I mean after all, Miss Monzón, we all wrestle in one company, under one banner, and that’s APW.
Sofia: The fuck is wrong with you guys? Shouldn’t you rednecks be GLAD there’s conflict? You started a whole goddamn Civil War over disagreement shit like this!
Jimmy: Hey, nobody wants to be a target here. I mean in the end, if we all rip each other to shreds, then what world are we really saving? We can’t give the good people a show if we’re all laid up and out of commission. It could work. I’ve seen companies with no factions, and they stood out pretty firm when everyone tried to consolidate peaceful-like under one roof.
Sofia: Is this the MOTHERFUCKING 60s now?!!
Sofia’s angry yell echoes throughout the field of the carnival, and Jimmy, growing cold and somewhat dejected by outright refusal of compromise, leads him to fix his hat up and wave his hands in the air.
Jimmy: Alright then, forget I mentioned it.
Sofia: I should forget you were here. That you’ve EVER been here! Don’t come around here again. You wanna see Deli, you call and make sure I’m not here, because I’ll tear you AND your fatass of a dad to shreds.
Sofia storms the other direction, but not before spinning around and pointing a threatening finger at Jimmy.
Sofia: You’ve been warned, kid. Don’t rain on our fucking parade here. Delikado’s finally going someplace again, and if it takes war to keep him going in that direction, I’ll push him to fight the whole fucking WORLD of wrestling!
Her piece said, Sofia heads back to her car and drives off aggressively with screeching tires as Jimmy stands out alone in the cold.
(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)
Hilton Hotel
Days Later[/u]
Hannah Storm: Alright, I got myself a nice little tan. Guess I better look over my material before we go to Phoenix.
The interviewer enters the room with a towel wrapped around her in her swimsuit. She shuts the hotel door and starts to walk inside.
Hannah: Brawn, get my briefcase out of the closet.
Silence greets Hannah, but she dismisses it from her assistant Brawn, who typically never hears the first time anyway. As she walks into the bed area, however, she suddenly bumps into the young, nameless man who was with Delikado several days ago in Las Vegas when the Cuban almost bashed her head in with a bat (a rubber baseball bat, but the detail is irrelevant what with the point it made).
Godofredo: Hola, senorita. I’m Godofredo, Delikado’s cousin. I’m here to make sure your visit is as uncomfortable as possible.
Hannah: Oh HELL no! Brawn!
The interviewer panics and drops her towel as she turns to run from the room. But as she reaches the door, Godofredo trips her up with the towel and she falls, landing at an angle where she can see inside the closet. She immediately spots Brawn lying on the floor of the closet with a busted head.
Hannah: Noooooooooooo! I don’t deserve thiiiiis!
She turns and crawls away, past Godofredo who allows it. But as Hannah crawls in the direction of the hotel room balcony, Cardinal Sniper, Delikado’s other henchman, walks into the room from the balcony, blocking her way. He makes the sign of the cross and then steps back as Godofredo, clutching a rolling chair, walks up to Hannah as she grovels.
Godofredo: The League gave you fair warning, Hannah. You stop letting evil spread and work with us. You chose against us, and now you pay the price.
Godofredo lifts up the chair and brings it down as the scene does a smash-cut to black.[/font][/size]
