Post by C.J. Gates on Dec 16, 2010 0:12:52 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of a diner. The place is pretty empty at the moment, but a large, lone man is sitting at the counter. There is a cup of coffee in front of him as well as a newspaper, and it looks as though he is casually reading it. He takes a slow sip from his coffee before looking around the fairly empty diner, at which point his identity is recognized as "The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt, a large, black jacket hanging on the small back of the stool he is currently sitting in. He continues to read the paper as the counter person - who has their back to Rico - breaks his concentration.)
"Didn't work out so well for ya, did it, big guy?"
"What....THE FUCK!?"
(Rico looks up to see the counter person turning around, revealing him to be Mookie LaBraun. He is wearing what looks to be a white suit underneath of a stained apron, his dreadlocks tucked up under a hairnet. He has a cup in his hand and is washing in with a rag, a grin on his face as he leans against the prep table behind him.)
"So I guess they will let just about anyone work in this shit hole, won't they?"
"Work? Naw, man, I ain't workin'. I'm just here to fuck wit you."
"Well, make it quick because I am not going to give you much time to say whatever condescendingly urban shit you're planning to say."
"Whoa, whoa, hold up there. I ain't takin' this shit from you. I ain't Pookie."
"You're right, you aren't Caleb. You're far more annoying that your cousin is."
"Low blow, man."
"Fits the bill. At least your cousin had enough sense to stop trying."
"You think that, dont'cha?"
(Rico takes another sip of coffee.)
"He hasn't given up?"
"Far from it. He's tryin' to show you up. Make you jealous and shit."
"Tell me what you know, Mookie."
(Mookie grins toothily.)
"Y'know? I think I might jus' keep it to myself. Watch ya squirm."
(Rico leans forward to grab Mookie, but Mookie scurries out of the reach of Rico's flailing arm.)
"I won't go into detail, big man, but all I'll say is that he's not gonna give up. He ain't done. He might be a pushover, but he sure is a persistant lil' bugger."
"That he is. But he should really just take the hint. I don't him as my manager anymore."
(Mookie waves a hand.)
"You say that now, but they all come back."
(Mookie smiles and then makes his way out from behind the counter and meet T-Drizzle on the other side. He removes the apron and leaves it on the counter before exiting the diner with T-Drizzle, the hairnet still covering his dreadlocks. Rico rolls his eyes as he returns to his coffee taking another sip. It's at this time that the original counter help, a woman named Louise, walks out from the back, removing a pencil from his hair while smacking away on a piece of gum.)
"Can I get you anything else, hun?"
(Rico shakes his head as Louise gives him a dirty look before turning around and walk toward the far end of the counter as the scene fades to black.)
"Well, last week didn't go as I would have liked it to. No one likes to lose in their debut, but unlike those people, I can admit when I was beaten. Of course, I can't accept who I lost to, but that's the nature of the business. Those that don't deserve it always seem to walk away with a win when they really had no right getting one. But Madok earned it, I guess. Nothing like a late night pop-up to throw more trash at my window. Nothing like a little smack in the dark to get himself that little extra boost needed to win. "But I digress. And I do so, because Madok doesn't matter to me anymore. He is nothing to me this week. Because this week, I have the pleasure of fighting on the first Super Show card of the IWC's rebirth. I get the pleasure of fighting for a title. I get the pleasure of beating in some skulls with my bare hands, of spilling blood all over the mat, and smashing in someone's face with the butt end of a ladder. Maybe, if I'm truly lucky, I will even knock out a few teeth along the way. Now, wouldn't that be something?
"I'd love that.
"But you want to know what the best part about this whole situation is? Madok beat me at the last show, and he doesn't even get a guaranteed title shot. Oh, sure, he's fighting in a Battle Royal to decide which person is entered into the final match, but he isn't guaranteed a spot. As far as we're all concerned, he could get bounced out of the match within two seconds, without even being a factor in that entire process. While me? I am guaranteed a title shot as I fight against three other man for the IWC Suicidal Championship. While I destroy three other men to take the Suicidal championship.
"It seems like I got the better end of that deal, if I do say so myself.
"The only downside is that this is a ladder match. And since I'm not going to hide anything, they have never been my forte. Sure, I've dabbled at them here and there, but in the end, it was always a loss that I came up with. Maybe the ladders here will be a bit different. Maybe they won't break down and leave me high and dry. But I'll worry about the ladders later, because, really, I don't have to fight them. I don't have to listen to them talking smack about me, nor do I have to worry about them sneak attacking me backstage before the match even starts. What I do have to worry about are the three others in this match.
"Three people that I will not take lightly. Not until I have them inside of the ring, incapacitated. And it will happen. You can count on that happening, even if you want to deny that it will. Even if you want to call me out for being a liar, it will still happen. And then, in the end, the only one lying will be you.
"Right Kristina?
"I call you out, because I figure you will be the first one to really harp away on that fact. I also call you out because of the three others in this match, I consider you the biggest threat. The toughest beat. The most bad-ass inside of that ring - outside of myself, that is. You've been around the block, and no, that is not a comment on you being a whore. But you've done a lot over your time, if what I have been hearing is correct. And not only that, but you're a Blackwell. And as everyone has been able to see, the Blackwells are the ones that run the show, right? You and that little cliq that you have going on with Trevor, and the Hybrid, whatever his name is. I've been watching though, so don't take that comment as if I'm just blowing smoke.
"If anything, you should be honored that someone has actually laid claim to you being the best in a match. Because, being a Blackwell, I'm sure you're hidden in the shadow of Trevor. I'm sure that you are eager to get out from under it, but every time you try, you get pushed back down. People see Trevor and thats the be all end all. They by pass Kristina. They by pass the powerful package that is the female Blackwell.
"But maybe I am over valuing your talent. Maybe I am giving you far too much credit, especially since I don't figure credit is due right about now. And no, that's not because you are just a female. And it's not because you have no place in this match. I figure no credit is due, because I've already won the match. I know, you want the title just as badly as I do, but I figure this is already sewn up in my favor. I figure that I am already walking out of Massacre on Thirty-Fourth street with that title around my waist.
"Why?
"Because I am a Loose fucking Cannon, a fact that everyone seems to over look. It's not just a nickname, like "The Superstar", "Supersonic" or "The Hardcore Princess", thought the last one might be more of a definition. A definition like mine is. Because, truly, I am a loose cannon. A loose cannon that has been plagued by that fact for his entire life. You all saw, I'm sure, what I did to Crimson Ghost in my debut, when I destroyed him, with no care for his well being. Well, that is how I am all the time. I am a relentless war machine. I am a power that is not to be reckoned with. You can be the Princess to Trevor's Kingship, but I am the only Loose Cannon running around in the IWC. Sure, others will claim otherwise, but I will eventually show all of them otherwise.
"Just like I will show the three of you. So, Kristina, I notice you're abilities, and I see that you have that certain pedigree to get the job done...against normal opponents. Against Branden Harvey? Sure. Against Bobby Bodacious? Definitely. But against "The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel?
"No way is that going to happen.
"To continue, though, contrary to what others might believe, I am not just learning this craft. Contrary to what Branden Harvey said, I did not learn everything from my APW associates. Branden, I was friends with C.J. long before his money came into play, and even longer before he began to find an interest in wrestling. During that time, I became enticed by the mixed martial arts world. I even dabbled in it a few times, until I was no longer welcome in those circles because I became that loose cannon I am defined by. I learned everything on my own, fighting in MMA matches all over the country. This is just my first real involvement in the wrestling world. But again, I didn't learn anything from C.J. or Blade. I learned it all on my own.
"But you were right when you said that we are both the low men on the totem pole over there. Because we are. But, there's a difference between you and me. You were brought in to be tutored, mentored and taught. I was brought in for protection. Because they know that I can handle my own, and they know that I can fight my way out of any battle. Which is why I am a bodyguard and not a third wheel in the cog. Don't get me wrong though, this is not a slight on you, because I do have your back. I do. But at some point we will still have to fight, as you stated. And when we do fight, it will be all hands on deck, and in the end, yours truly will walk away with a victory. Especially after I leave you broken and beaten on the mats, looking up while I snag the Suicidal title from up above.
"Maybe you can take a few things from me as well. See how the brute force part of a fight is executed. Since the others are more...finesse guys. But who knows, right? Worst case, you walk away from this match without seeing me as an actual fighter, and more of a low-life bodyguard. Best case scenario? We both walk out of this match with a mutual respect, and the Suicidal title around my waist.
"Because, as much as I am on your side, and watching your back, you still have a long way to go to get to the place where some people stand. Your previous experience is pointless, really, because this isn't APW. This is IWC. This is meaner. This is fiercer. This is more exhilarating and breath taking. I wish you luck, Branden, but I'm not holding my breath.
"Lastly, Mr. Bodacious. Bobby. Robert Bodacious. The man who thinks that I am nothing more than muscle over mind, and the man who figures he doesn't even have to worry about me. I must say, it's a great tactic. Why not try and throw out your name and your accomplishments, and then skim over your opponents like they are nothing but chump change. Some could argue that's all I'm doing right here, but at least I cared enough to give a little insight. I didn't just say the first phrase that came to mind, just so I could finish quickly.
"This is going to be a real eye opener for you. You're going to be shocked when your name isn't read out as a winner, and even more so when you realize that mine is. Unlike you, I'm not disregarding you totally, I'm just set in my mind that you are nothing more than a mouthpiece. A mouthpiece who sees women as objects, and a mouthpiece that will find himself finishing far earlier than Kristina. Much to your chagrin, really. Because in your world., you've already spent Kristina, and are moving on down the women of the IWC.
"Women that could literally kick your ass time after time after time. If they would let them. And lucky for you, Kristina will. And if she doesn't, then I will gladly kick your ass. Hell, I'll step in and wipe those smiles clean off your face, just to prove to you that I not some piece of muscle being pulled along by a string. Just to prove to you that you are not this hot dog that you claim to be. Right? I mean, that's what I get paid for. That, and beating the complete shit out of punks who think they are owed something, who think they should already be handed something, just because of they're self-proposed status in society.
"It makes me sick. In the end, Rico Casteel, the loose cannon, will be the new Suicidal champion."
"Didn't work out so well for ya, did it, big guy?"
"What....THE FUCK!?"
(Rico looks up to see the counter person turning around, revealing him to be Mookie LaBraun. He is wearing what looks to be a white suit underneath of a stained apron, his dreadlocks tucked up under a hairnet. He has a cup in his hand and is washing in with a rag, a grin on his face as he leans against the prep table behind him.)
"So I guess they will let just about anyone work in this shit hole, won't they?"
"Work? Naw, man, I ain't workin'. I'm just here to fuck wit you."
"Well, make it quick because I am not going to give you much time to say whatever condescendingly urban shit you're planning to say."
"Whoa, whoa, hold up there. I ain't takin' this shit from you. I ain't Pookie."
"You're right, you aren't Caleb. You're far more annoying that your cousin is."
"Low blow, man."
"Fits the bill. At least your cousin had enough sense to stop trying."
"You think that, dont'cha?"
(Rico takes another sip of coffee.)
"He hasn't given up?"
"Far from it. He's tryin' to show you up. Make you jealous and shit."
"Tell me what you know, Mookie."
(Mookie grins toothily.)
"Y'know? I think I might jus' keep it to myself. Watch ya squirm."
(Rico leans forward to grab Mookie, but Mookie scurries out of the reach of Rico's flailing arm.)
"I won't go into detail, big man, but all I'll say is that he's not gonna give up. He ain't done. He might be a pushover, but he sure is a persistant lil' bugger."
"That he is. But he should really just take the hint. I don't him as my manager anymore."
(Mookie waves a hand.)
"You say that now, but they all come back."
(Mookie smiles and then makes his way out from behind the counter and meet T-Drizzle on the other side. He removes the apron and leaves it on the counter before exiting the diner with T-Drizzle, the hairnet still covering his dreadlocks. Rico rolls his eyes as he returns to his coffee taking another sip. It's at this time that the original counter help, a woman named Louise, walks out from the back, removing a pencil from his hair while smacking away on a piece of gum.)
"Can I get you anything else, hun?"
(Rico shakes his head as Louise gives him a dirty look before turning around and walk toward the far end of the counter as the scene fades to black.)
"Well, last week didn't go as I would have liked it to. No one likes to lose in their debut, but unlike those people, I can admit when I was beaten. Of course, I can't accept who I lost to, but that's the nature of the business. Those that don't deserve it always seem to walk away with a win when they really had no right getting one. But Madok earned it, I guess. Nothing like a late night pop-up to throw more trash at my window. Nothing like a little smack in the dark to get himself that little extra boost needed to win. "But I digress. And I do so, because Madok doesn't matter to me anymore. He is nothing to me this week. Because this week, I have the pleasure of fighting on the first Super Show card of the IWC's rebirth. I get the pleasure of fighting for a title. I get the pleasure of beating in some skulls with my bare hands, of spilling blood all over the mat, and smashing in someone's face with the butt end of a ladder. Maybe, if I'm truly lucky, I will even knock out a few teeth along the way. Now, wouldn't that be something?
"I'd love that.
"But you want to know what the best part about this whole situation is? Madok beat me at the last show, and he doesn't even get a guaranteed title shot. Oh, sure, he's fighting in a Battle Royal to decide which person is entered into the final match, but he isn't guaranteed a spot. As far as we're all concerned, he could get bounced out of the match within two seconds, without even being a factor in that entire process. While me? I am guaranteed a title shot as I fight against three other man for the IWC Suicidal Championship. While I destroy three other men to take the Suicidal championship.
"It seems like I got the better end of that deal, if I do say so myself.
"The only downside is that this is a ladder match. And since I'm not going to hide anything, they have never been my forte. Sure, I've dabbled at them here and there, but in the end, it was always a loss that I came up with. Maybe the ladders here will be a bit different. Maybe they won't break down and leave me high and dry. But I'll worry about the ladders later, because, really, I don't have to fight them. I don't have to listen to them talking smack about me, nor do I have to worry about them sneak attacking me backstage before the match even starts. What I do have to worry about are the three others in this match.
"Three people that I will not take lightly. Not until I have them inside of the ring, incapacitated. And it will happen. You can count on that happening, even if you want to deny that it will. Even if you want to call me out for being a liar, it will still happen. And then, in the end, the only one lying will be you.
"Right Kristina?
"I call you out, because I figure you will be the first one to really harp away on that fact. I also call you out because of the three others in this match, I consider you the biggest threat. The toughest beat. The most bad-ass inside of that ring - outside of myself, that is. You've been around the block, and no, that is not a comment on you being a whore. But you've done a lot over your time, if what I have been hearing is correct. And not only that, but you're a Blackwell. And as everyone has been able to see, the Blackwells are the ones that run the show, right? You and that little cliq that you have going on with Trevor, and the Hybrid, whatever his name is. I've been watching though, so don't take that comment as if I'm just blowing smoke.
"If anything, you should be honored that someone has actually laid claim to you being the best in a match. Because, being a Blackwell, I'm sure you're hidden in the shadow of Trevor. I'm sure that you are eager to get out from under it, but every time you try, you get pushed back down. People see Trevor and thats the be all end all. They by pass Kristina. They by pass the powerful package that is the female Blackwell.
"But maybe I am over valuing your talent. Maybe I am giving you far too much credit, especially since I don't figure credit is due right about now. And no, that's not because you are just a female. And it's not because you have no place in this match. I figure no credit is due, because I've already won the match. I know, you want the title just as badly as I do, but I figure this is already sewn up in my favor. I figure that I am already walking out of Massacre on Thirty-Fourth street with that title around my waist.
"Why?
"Because I am a Loose fucking Cannon, a fact that everyone seems to over look. It's not just a nickname, like "The Superstar", "Supersonic" or "The Hardcore Princess", thought the last one might be more of a definition. A definition like mine is. Because, truly, I am a loose cannon. A loose cannon that has been plagued by that fact for his entire life. You all saw, I'm sure, what I did to Crimson Ghost in my debut, when I destroyed him, with no care for his well being. Well, that is how I am all the time. I am a relentless war machine. I am a power that is not to be reckoned with. You can be the Princess to Trevor's Kingship, but I am the only Loose Cannon running around in the IWC. Sure, others will claim otherwise, but I will eventually show all of them otherwise.
"Just like I will show the three of you. So, Kristina, I notice you're abilities, and I see that you have that certain pedigree to get the job done...against normal opponents. Against Branden Harvey? Sure. Against Bobby Bodacious? Definitely. But against "The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel?
"No way is that going to happen.
"To continue, though, contrary to what others might believe, I am not just learning this craft. Contrary to what Branden Harvey said, I did not learn everything from my APW associates. Branden, I was friends with C.J. long before his money came into play, and even longer before he began to find an interest in wrestling. During that time, I became enticed by the mixed martial arts world. I even dabbled in it a few times, until I was no longer welcome in those circles because I became that loose cannon I am defined by. I learned everything on my own, fighting in MMA matches all over the country. This is just my first real involvement in the wrestling world. But again, I didn't learn anything from C.J. or Blade. I learned it all on my own.
"But you were right when you said that we are both the low men on the totem pole over there. Because we are. But, there's a difference between you and me. You were brought in to be tutored, mentored and taught. I was brought in for protection. Because they know that I can handle my own, and they know that I can fight my way out of any battle. Which is why I am a bodyguard and not a third wheel in the cog. Don't get me wrong though, this is not a slight on you, because I do have your back. I do. But at some point we will still have to fight, as you stated. And when we do fight, it will be all hands on deck, and in the end, yours truly will walk away with a victory. Especially after I leave you broken and beaten on the mats, looking up while I snag the Suicidal title from up above.
"Maybe you can take a few things from me as well. See how the brute force part of a fight is executed. Since the others are more...finesse guys. But who knows, right? Worst case, you walk away from this match without seeing me as an actual fighter, and more of a low-life bodyguard. Best case scenario? We both walk out of this match with a mutual respect, and the Suicidal title around my waist.
"Because, as much as I am on your side, and watching your back, you still have a long way to go to get to the place where some people stand. Your previous experience is pointless, really, because this isn't APW. This is IWC. This is meaner. This is fiercer. This is more exhilarating and breath taking. I wish you luck, Branden, but I'm not holding my breath.
"Lastly, Mr. Bodacious. Bobby. Robert Bodacious. The man who thinks that I am nothing more than muscle over mind, and the man who figures he doesn't even have to worry about me. I must say, it's a great tactic. Why not try and throw out your name and your accomplishments, and then skim over your opponents like they are nothing but chump change. Some could argue that's all I'm doing right here, but at least I cared enough to give a little insight. I didn't just say the first phrase that came to mind, just so I could finish quickly.
"This is going to be a real eye opener for you. You're going to be shocked when your name isn't read out as a winner, and even more so when you realize that mine is. Unlike you, I'm not disregarding you totally, I'm just set in my mind that you are nothing more than a mouthpiece. A mouthpiece who sees women as objects, and a mouthpiece that will find himself finishing far earlier than Kristina. Much to your chagrin, really. Because in your world., you've already spent Kristina, and are moving on down the women of the IWC.
"Women that could literally kick your ass time after time after time. If they would let them. And lucky for you, Kristina will. And if she doesn't, then I will gladly kick your ass. Hell, I'll step in and wipe those smiles clean off your face, just to prove to you that I not some piece of muscle being pulled along by a string. Just to prove to you that you are not this hot dog that you claim to be. Right? I mean, that's what I get paid for. That, and beating the complete shit out of punks who think they are owed something, who think they should already be handed something, just because of they're self-proposed status in society.
"It makes me sick. In the end, Rico Casteel, the loose cannon, will be the new Suicidal champion."
