Post by C.J. Gates on Aug 28, 2010 17:12:06 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside the office of C.J. Gates. The progress looks great, as the walls are now a new, darker color, and the furniture is more or less new and positioned in a new way. The sitting area now consists of two black leather couches that line the walls, and two matching chairs sitting across a mahogany coffee table. The large wooden desk sits at the back of the room in front of the large window still, and the other side of the room consists of large bookshelves and display cases. Sitting behind the desk, with his feet up on the corner of it is the large giant Vinnie James. Pacing around in front of the desk is C.J. Gates, wearing street clothes sans cowboy hat. The hat instead rests on the coffee table.)
Vincent James: You've got to have done something when you were younger.
C.J. Gates: I don't know. I can't think of anything.
Vincent James: Did you wash cars? Help old ladies cross the street? Hell, even a lemonade stand.
C.J. Gates: Nope, none of those.
(There's a pause before Gates snaps his fingers and turns to face James.)
C.J. Gates: I cut grass!
Vincent James: Well that's something.
C.J. Gates: Yeah I used to go around to the neighbors and cut their grass for them. Didn't get a lot of money for it, but enough to keep me going.
Vincent James: Ok. Now, what else? Anything when you were a teenager? Some money so you could feel independent from mother and father?
C.J. Gates: Why do you have to say it like that?
Vincent James: Like what?
C.J. Gates: 'Mother and father'.
Vincent James: What does it matter?
C.J. Gates: It doesn't but the way you said it made it seem like they were YOUR mother and father, and they aren't. They're mine. And it's mom and dad, so get it right.
(James rolls his eyes.)
Vincent James: Whatever. Now what else did you do?
C.J. Gates: I....don't know.
Vincent James: Are you sure you don't know?
C.J. Gates: What do I have to gain by telling a lie here.
Vincent James: You didn't have a paper route, or work in a grocery store, or a bookstore, or a coffee shop? A restaurant?
C.J. Gates: I had friends who did...Hell, you did.
Vincent James: I know I did, I didn't have parents like yours.
C.J. Gates: Well, it was really only my dad. Mom didn't really bring in the bacon like he did.
Vincent James: Does that really matter?
C.J. Gates: I guess not. But shouldn't you know the answers to what you're asking? We are best friends, man! You should know!
Vincent James: I do. I was just hoping Blade was going to be wrong with his assessment.
(Gates nods his head.)
C.J. Gates: So did I. So did I. Though maybe he is right.
Vincent James: Well, did you do any chores around the house to earn any money you did get?
C.J. Gates: I did a few. I mean, its not like I just sat around all day and then asked "mumsy and dadsy" for money whenever I wanted to get a latte. I made sure that I at least deserved to get money.
Vincent James: So I guess that's....good?
C.J. Gates: It is. And I didn't get everything I wanted either. My dad might have been rich, but he didn't want to waste money on stupid things like a remote controlled sprinkler system, or even one of those lame beer helmets.
Vincent James: My dad had one of those.
C.J. Gates: I don't doubt that in the slightest.
(James glares at Gates.)
Vincent James: Heard anything from Green, yet?
C.J. Gates: Nothing. Maybe he's realized the error of his ways and is going to just throw in the towel this week. Toss aside the possibility of looking like a fool and just don't show up to the match. That would probably be his best move right now.
Vincent James: You sure about that?
C.J. Gates: Why not? He's got nothing going for him at this point except for his momentum. He won last week, big whoop. I could have won last week too, the only difference is that I wouldn't have been as stupid as to sit around in my house all week and think about my past. I'd push the buttons, I'd push the envelope. I'd make sure that people knew what I was all about, and what I was going to do at Shockwave.
Vincent James: Which is?
C.J. Gates: Win. Plain and simple.
But right now, I don't want to worry about Green. I mean, I'll worry about him, but at least I should take a better look at the only other man in the match who has opened his mouth. The only other guy who has at least been seen since Overdrive closed out last week. After all, I didn't really give him the benefit of being in the match. I kind of called him out as nothing more than a throw in and a randomized option tossed into the fray.
Vincent James: But didn't he acknowledge that? And sort of said it was true?
C.J. Gates: Acknowledged it, yes. But he didn't really say it was true. He said that it looks that way, because of how things played out. He basically put things the same way that I did. He has talent. He is a talented man with a lot of good aspects to his arsenal. But he also got put into this triple threat match before John Green and I went toe to toe, mano a mano. And after we did at Overdrive, it looked more and more like there was going to be bad blood between him and myself, while Blade was going to be a guy who was just....there.
But I know he's not. For some reason, I have this...idea that Blade is going to be the dark horse in this match. I said it last time, and I'll say it again. Blade is going to let Green and I pound the shit out of each other, run each other ragged and knock each other senseless, and then, he'll just waltz into the fray, hit the ol' finger poke of doom, and pin one of us for the victory.
It wouldn't surprise me in the least if it happened. I mean, Blade might not be the most well known or a former champion, but he's still not an idiot. He's still smart enough to realize that he's got a lot of stuff going for him, and that he has the ability to shock all of us with his skill and ability. I'm not going to overlook him...or at least, I don't want to overlook him, but sometimes it's hard.
Sometimes the thought of John Green being in the match creeps into my head. In some peoples words, you could say he's rented a long-term space inside of my mind. You could say hes there, nagging away, something that I can't forget. He's calling me a fucking fake, how can someone not get that stuck in their head. I could likely sue him for a defamation of my character. Will I? Probably not, because that's really not what I'm here to do. But I can make my wrestling ability do the talking for me.
And God help me, John, if I don't finish what I started last week with your leg. You may end up hobbling your way out of Shockwave, as opposed to walking with your head held high, raising your arms in triumph. My goal this week, is that you will lose. Ideally, I'd be the one to get the win, and to have MY arms raised high, but I can't always be so lucky. If Blade is the one to get the win, then so be it, that's what will be needed.
But either way, you WILL lose, John. You will lose, and everyone will be forced to watch it. All those pundits who have you pegged as the winner. All those analysts who are choosing you to continue this recent hot stretch. They will all watch as they are proven wrong. As the real future begins to unfold.
A future that doesn't have John Green in it. Or, at least not in a big way. You might be there on the outside looking in, saddened by the fact that you didn't win the matches you wanted to, or that you didn't get to run for gold again with your tag team partner. And the legend will talk about how your quest was knocked off course by none other than C.J. Gates. Or, to a lesser extent, Blade. And even though it doesn't matter, Johnny, I'd be lying if I said that I was going to just let Blade take the credit.
I'm going to bust my ass to try and get that job done myself. To make sure that the name announced at the end of the match is none other than that of C.J. Gates. And, it might not be the hardest thing to do...but that all depends on Blade.
Right Blade? I mean, you seem lost in your own thoughts. You seem like a man who is unsure of himself in the grand scheme of things. You seem torn between boasting your accomplishments, and being humble. But let me tell you a little something, Blade, if you've beaten them once, you have all the right in the world to put yourself on that pedestal. Boast about your achievements. Praise yourself with a pat on the back.
You earned it.
Naturally, you can't praise yourself and put yourself on clouds against people you don't know. But why do people like myself do it? Because we are confident. And that's what you need to help ride your own star to greatness. You need to have confidence in yourself that you're going to go out there, step into that ring, and leave an impression. Whether thats with a win, on your opponents mind with your ability, with the wearing down of a body part to hopefully lead to an injury, or just an impression with the fans, it's what you need. You can't sit around and mope, and look down on yourself. You gotta cheer right up. You have to make confidence your best friend.
My confidence is at an all time high, Blade. I know I have what it takes to win a match of this caliber, and I plan to showcase that talent, just like my past accolades will be showcased in my office here. You don't believe me, though, do you? You still see me as that rich boy trying to get by on Daddy's dime.
But that's not who I am, if truth be told. I work for such accolades. I bust my ass to get victories, to win titles, to become the name on everyone's tongues. You've done pretty fine for yourself, Blade, and Green, well, you did fine for yourself at one point. But now...
NOW, it's my time to shine. NOW it's time for the Texas Tornado to come down from the clouds, and clean up what you perceive to be a nice situation. And yes, John, I've got back to a gimmick, because I'd rather have a little bit of fun, have a little bit of enjoyment in what I do, then to remain like you, with a stick up my ass, looking down on everything like it was rolled in dog shit.
Because that's the outlook you have. You don't like people who crack jokes? You don't like people who are fast and skilled in the ring? You don't like people who give themselves nicknames? Well, I give other people nicknames. I am faster than you, and I am highly skilled. But we all know that you don't like me already. Shockwave will be where you try and stamp home that point. Where you try and put the exclamation mark on this whole situation.
But it's not going to happen. It's not going to happen because I stole your keyboard and all of your pens. There's no way you can make that exclamation mark, unless you used your own blood...which, oddly enough could always be arranged if we needed to. That's besides the point though.
Want to know the real hardcore truth?
C.J. Gates is here to stay. C.J. Gates is here to win this weeks match. This Pay-Per-View is mine to win, this match is mine to star in. The two of you, are just supporting actors in this little situation. The real Oscar and the real accolades come home to me. The main attraction of this little play.
Talk your talk if you want, but at this point it really doesn't matter. You might as well take this time learning how to handle a loss, because that's all that's left for you guys to worry about right now.
I am for real.
(The scene fades to black.)
Vincent James: You've got to have done something when you were younger.
C.J. Gates: I don't know. I can't think of anything.
Vincent James: Did you wash cars? Help old ladies cross the street? Hell, even a lemonade stand.
C.J. Gates: Nope, none of those.
(There's a pause before Gates snaps his fingers and turns to face James.)
C.J. Gates: I cut grass!
Vincent James: Well that's something.
C.J. Gates: Yeah I used to go around to the neighbors and cut their grass for them. Didn't get a lot of money for it, but enough to keep me going.
Vincent James: Ok. Now, what else? Anything when you were a teenager? Some money so you could feel independent from mother and father?
C.J. Gates: Why do you have to say it like that?
Vincent James: Like what?
C.J. Gates: 'Mother and father'.
Vincent James: What does it matter?
C.J. Gates: It doesn't but the way you said it made it seem like they were YOUR mother and father, and they aren't. They're mine. And it's mom and dad, so get it right.
(James rolls his eyes.)
Vincent James: Whatever. Now what else did you do?
C.J. Gates: I....don't know.
Vincent James: Are you sure you don't know?
C.J. Gates: What do I have to gain by telling a lie here.
Vincent James: You didn't have a paper route, or work in a grocery store, or a bookstore, or a coffee shop? A restaurant?
C.J. Gates: I had friends who did...Hell, you did.
Vincent James: I know I did, I didn't have parents like yours.
C.J. Gates: Well, it was really only my dad. Mom didn't really bring in the bacon like he did.
Vincent James: Does that really matter?
C.J. Gates: I guess not. But shouldn't you know the answers to what you're asking? We are best friends, man! You should know!
Vincent James: I do. I was just hoping Blade was going to be wrong with his assessment.
(Gates nods his head.)
C.J. Gates: So did I. So did I. Though maybe he is right.
Vincent James: Well, did you do any chores around the house to earn any money you did get?
C.J. Gates: I did a few. I mean, its not like I just sat around all day and then asked "mumsy and dadsy" for money whenever I wanted to get a latte. I made sure that I at least deserved to get money.
Vincent James: So I guess that's....good?
C.J. Gates: It is. And I didn't get everything I wanted either. My dad might have been rich, but he didn't want to waste money on stupid things like a remote controlled sprinkler system, or even one of those lame beer helmets.
Vincent James: My dad had one of those.
C.J. Gates: I don't doubt that in the slightest.
(James glares at Gates.)
Vincent James: Heard anything from Green, yet?
C.J. Gates: Nothing. Maybe he's realized the error of his ways and is going to just throw in the towel this week. Toss aside the possibility of looking like a fool and just don't show up to the match. That would probably be his best move right now.
Vincent James: You sure about that?
C.J. Gates: Why not? He's got nothing going for him at this point except for his momentum. He won last week, big whoop. I could have won last week too, the only difference is that I wouldn't have been as stupid as to sit around in my house all week and think about my past. I'd push the buttons, I'd push the envelope. I'd make sure that people knew what I was all about, and what I was going to do at Shockwave.
Vincent James: Which is?
C.J. Gates: Win. Plain and simple.
But right now, I don't want to worry about Green. I mean, I'll worry about him, but at least I should take a better look at the only other man in the match who has opened his mouth. The only other guy who has at least been seen since Overdrive closed out last week. After all, I didn't really give him the benefit of being in the match. I kind of called him out as nothing more than a throw in and a randomized option tossed into the fray.
Vincent James: But didn't he acknowledge that? And sort of said it was true?
C.J. Gates: Acknowledged it, yes. But he didn't really say it was true. He said that it looks that way, because of how things played out. He basically put things the same way that I did. He has talent. He is a talented man with a lot of good aspects to his arsenal. But he also got put into this triple threat match before John Green and I went toe to toe, mano a mano. And after we did at Overdrive, it looked more and more like there was going to be bad blood between him and myself, while Blade was going to be a guy who was just....there.
But I know he's not. For some reason, I have this...idea that Blade is going to be the dark horse in this match. I said it last time, and I'll say it again. Blade is going to let Green and I pound the shit out of each other, run each other ragged and knock each other senseless, and then, he'll just waltz into the fray, hit the ol' finger poke of doom, and pin one of us for the victory.
It wouldn't surprise me in the least if it happened. I mean, Blade might not be the most well known or a former champion, but he's still not an idiot. He's still smart enough to realize that he's got a lot of stuff going for him, and that he has the ability to shock all of us with his skill and ability. I'm not going to overlook him...or at least, I don't want to overlook him, but sometimes it's hard.
Sometimes the thought of John Green being in the match creeps into my head. In some peoples words, you could say he's rented a long-term space inside of my mind. You could say hes there, nagging away, something that I can't forget. He's calling me a fucking fake, how can someone not get that stuck in their head. I could likely sue him for a defamation of my character. Will I? Probably not, because that's really not what I'm here to do. But I can make my wrestling ability do the talking for me.
And God help me, John, if I don't finish what I started last week with your leg. You may end up hobbling your way out of Shockwave, as opposed to walking with your head held high, raising your arms in triumph. My goal this week, is that you will lose. Ideally, I'd be the one to get the win, and to have MY arms raised high, but I can't always be so lucky. If Blade is the one to get the win, then so be it, that's what will be needed.
But either way, you WILL lose, John. You will lose, and everyone will be forced to watch it. All those pundits who have you pegged as the winner. All those analysts who are choosing you to continue this recent hot stretch. They will all watch as they are proven wrong. As the real future begins to unfold.
A future that doesn't have John Green in it. Or, at least not in a big way. You might be there on the outside looking in, saddened by the fact that you didn't win the matches you wanted to, or that you didn't get to run for gold again with your tag team partner. And the legend will talk about how your quest was knocked off course by none other than C.J. Gates. Or, to a lesser extent, Blade. And even though it doesn't matter, Johnny, I'd be lying if I said that I was going to just let Blade take the credit.
I'm going to bust my ass to try and get that job done myself. To make sure that the name announced at the end of the match is none other than that of C.J. Gates. And, it might not be the hardest thing to do...but that all depends on Blade.
Right Blade? I mean, you seem lost in your own thoughts. You seem like a man who is unsure of himself in the grand scheme of things. You seem torn between boasting your accomplishments, and being humble. But let me tell you a little something, Blade, if you've beaten them once, you have all the right in the world to put yourself on that pedestal. Boast about your achievements. Praise yourself with a pat on the back.
You earned it.
Naturally, you can't praise yourself and put yourself on clouds against people you don't know. But why do people like myself do it? Because we are confident. And that's what you need to help ride your own star to greatness. You need to have confidence in yourself that you're going to go out there, step into that ring, and leave an impression. Whether thats with a win, on your opponents mind with your ability, with the wearing down of a body part to hopefully lead to an injury, or just an impression with the fans, it's what you need. You can't sit around and mope, and look down on yourself. You gotta cheer right up. You have to make confidence your best friend.
My confidence is at an all time high, Blade. I know I have what it takes to win a match of this caliber, and I plan to showcase that talent, just like my past accolades will be showcased in my office here. You don't believe me, though, do you? You still see me as that rich boy trying to get by on Daddy's dime.
But that's not who I am, if truth be told. I work for such accolades. I bust my ass to get victories, to win titles, to become the name on everyone's tongues. You've done pretty fine for yourself, Blade, and Green, well, you did fine for yourself at one point. But now...
NOW, it's my time to shine. NOW it's time for the Texas Tornado to come down from the clouds, and clean up what you perceive to be a nice situation. And yes, John, I've got back to a gimmick, because I'd rather have a little bit of fun, have a little bit of enjoyment in what I do, then to remain like you, with a stick up my ass, looking down on everything like it was rolled in dog shit.
Because that's the outlook you have. You don't like people who crack jokes? You don't like people who are fast and skilled in the ring? You don't like people who give themselves nicknames? Well, I give other people nicknames. I am faster than you, and I am highly skilled. But we all know that you don't like me already. Shockwave will be where you try and stamp home that point. Where you try and put the exclamation mark on this whole situation.
But it's not going to happen. It's not going to happen because I stole your keyboard and all of your pens. There's no way you can make that exclamation mark, unless you used your own blood...which, oddly enough could always be arranged if we needed to. That's besides the point though.
Want to know the real hardcore truth?
C.J. Gates is here to stay. C.J. Gates is here to win this weeks match. This Pay-Per-View is mine to win, this match is mine to star in. The two of you, are just supporting actors in this little situation. The real Oscar and the real accolades come home to me. The main attraction of this little play.
Talk your talk if you want, but at this point it really doesn't matter. You might as well take this time learning how to handle a loss, because that's all that's left for you guys to worry about right now.
I am for real.
(The scene fades to black.)
