Post by C.J. Gates on Jan 25, 2011 22:34:06 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of a small - and fairly empty - coffee shop. Mookie LaBraun and his cousin Pookie can be seen sitting at one of the small table in the far corner, both with a cup of coffee in front of them. Mookie is wearing what appears to be a purple suit with a long black jacket over top, while Pookie is wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, a black jacket over the back of his chair. Mookie steals a glance at the counter before pulling out a flask and adding some of its contents to his coffee. After a quick sip he smiles and nods his head.)
"Why did you bring me here, cuz?"
"'Cause, we need to talk about Rico. He's doggin' you big time, mang, and we just can't have that. Think of the LaBraun name!"
"There's not much more we can do. He's already said no."
"You've just gotta sweeten the pot for him. Make him an offer than he ain't gonna refuse."
"Like what? I don't have any money. THATS the point of all this."
"True dat."
(The two take a sip and as Mookie lowers his cup, his eyes light up with an idea.)
"Who's he facin' this week? Do y'know?"
"I think he's up against Nate Bishop?"
"Bishop? Interesting."
(There is a slight pause between the two cousins.)
"What if we force him? Sic my boy on him and all that."
"Your boy? You mean T-Pain?"
"T-Drizzle. And yeah, why not? Not like you got any better ideas."
"Rico would kill him. It's not like he's a fuckin' mouse, man."
"So? What ideas have you thrown out? Exactly, so chill, mang."
(Pookie shakes his head and takes a sip. Mookie goes to take another but as he does, the door opens and in walks Rico Casteel himself wearing blue jeans, a black T-shirt, black bomber jacket and a black beanie. He walks up to the counter and places his order, while Mookie - who was facing the door - motions in that direction to Pookie.)
"Speak of the devil."
(Pookie turns around slightly.)
"Shit. What are we gonna do?"
"We? He's your client."
"Not yet."
"Gotta think positively, bro. Shit. No wonder you need my help all the time."
(Pookie nods and takes a deep breath before getting up, turning and walking towards Rico.)
"Rico!"
(Rico turns his head and curses.)
"Fuck. I can't even get a God damn cup of coffee without you two dogging me like a pair of hounds."
"To be quite honest, we were here first, big guy. You followed us."
"I bet your fucking cousin knew I come here to get my coffee. I bet he invited you here right?"
"That's not the point..."
"Right."
"Give us a break, Rico, we just want to work some shit out. You're the Suicidal champion. We could do SO much as a team if you gave it another chance!"
"Fuck that. Not again, I learned from the last time."
(Rico gets his coffee and turns to leave by Pookie shuffles in front of him.)
"I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer."
"Pookie was great at chess in high school! He can help you with Bishop!"
"Wait, what?"
(Rico snarls as he pushes Pookie against the wall, his forearm at Pookie's throat.)
"Listen, Caleb. I told you to fuck off before, but you came back. So I will say it once more. Fuck--"
(Rico is cut off as Mookie runs toward him. He catches sight of it out of the corner of his eye and moves, aiding Mookie in his trip to the floor and into a nearby table. Pookie rubs his throat.)
"Pimp down!"
"Come on, Rico, just think it over. You're making a big mistake. We could take over the IWC!"
"I haven't needed you yet, so why would I ever want to put you back in my corner."
"For the good old days!"
(On cue the door leading to the bathrooms is thrown open and in rushes T-Drizzle, wearing a pair of black sweat pants and a white T-shirt under a black sweatshirt.)
"Mookie! What wrong! What you been doin' to my manager!"
"Christ...."
"I can get him called off if you just say yes!"
(Mookie groans as T-Drizzle moves forward toward Rico.)
"Did you throw my fuckin' boy to the ground, tough cheese?"
"He ran at me, I moved, he fell. That's it. I haven't touched anyone yet."
"You choked Pookie!"
(Rico turns on Mookie.)
"Stay out of this!"
(At that moment, T-Drizzle jumps on Rico's back and tries to get him in a sleeper hold while Mookie latches onto his leg. Rico struggles a bit, pulling Mookie around the floor, before shoving T-Drizzle back into the bathroom. After dragging Mookie a few more steps, he shakes him off and reaches the door.)
"All of you are fucking nuts. Stay the hell away from me, and Caleb, if I ever see you again, you're going to wish that I hadn't."
(Rico leaves the coffee shop as the woman behind the counter looks dumbfounded with the phone in here hand. T-Drizzle returns as Mookie gets up and dusts himself off. He spots the woman with the phone.)
"Did you call the cops?"
(She nods.)
"Shit! I'm holdin' man! We gotta bounce!"
(The three men quickly exit the coffee shop after Pookie grabs his jacket. They quickly move through the parking lot until they come upon a rust colored two door Honda Civic. The three men climb inside the car and Mookie tries to start it, but nothing happens. He tries again, but again nothing happens and he hits the steering wheel in frustration.)
"Damnit! Piece of shit car!"
"Man, that cat ruined your ride!"
"Yeah....Yeah! That asshole!"
(The scene fades out.)
"My first title defense went better than I expected. I warned Delilah that she wasn't going to put a dent in my armor, and she still stepped into that ring. I promised her that she was going to leave that ring a battered mess. And I came through strong on that promise. I made sure to send a message to the entire IWC contingent.
"Rico Casteel means business.
"Which means that people looking for a title shot should not only earn that right, but also be prepared for a literal hell. For a fucking shit-storm to hit that ring. I stop at nothing to accomplish my goal, and if the spear into the steps wasn't the clincher, and if the lead pipe to Delilah's face wasn't the signature on the dotted line, the Bedlam Buster through the table definitely sealed that deal.
"And yet, there are people who still think they are better than me. People who still think they can chop me down like a fucking tree.
"Which brings us to this week.
"The only thing you are undeserving of Nate, is having this match. Is having your first match against an IWC champion. You might think that being thrown right into the spotlight is a sign of good faith from Reginald, but I think of it for what it actually is. A death sentence. A punishment for what you and your running buddies did at Asylum. Did you think you would get off without so much as a slap on the wrist? Did you really?
"Or is your perception of reality skewed? And judging by the comments you made to those warning you of what is to come, I think you are living in a lovely and extremely blissful ignorance. A world where you think that you can waltz right into a federation and expect to be handed title matches and main event slots. But that's not how it works here. That's not what IWC is all about. So, since you are one of the newcomers, I will fill you in.
"The reason you are getting this match, is not because you are this supposed 'chosen future'. No, that's not it. It's also not because you actually have what would appear to be talent. If I can be honest with you, Nate, you got this match because there are no other worthy competitors available. Because they need to feed someone to the Loose Cannon to keep me satisfied.
"Like I said, you are just a dreg. A bottom feeder being thrown into a match you can not win. And I repeat, Nate, for you and your hard of hearing brethren, you can not win. It's as simple as that. And if you don't realize that now, you will soon. You see, there is a reason I am the IWC Suicidal champion. There is a reason I made Delilah look like a fucking rag doll inside of that ring. And it's not because DangerTainment wasn't around. The reason is because I am that much of a monster, that much of a menace, that much...
"...Of a Loose Cannon.
"Is it starting to make sense now, Nathan? Is it starting to add up for you?
"Then again, maybe I should be thankful. It's not exactly Thanksgiving, but that doesn't mean we can't give it a try. I should be thankful that Reginald threw you at me this week. I'm thankful that you were more than willing to have your career cut short. You see, at the last show I was looking for you and your little buddies. I was searching high and low for any sign of you slugs, and any slime trails that were following you in. But I found none. Until the end of the show that is, and when that time came, I was swinging for the fences.
"But even though this is a sanctioned match, you are still an intruder. Even though you have signed an official contract, you will always be seen as a pest that just won't leave. Luckily for me this will be a match per IWC rules. And even though my Suicidal title isn't on the line, I am still going to make you understand our defnition of suicidal. I am going to make sure you really knows what it feels like to be suicidal. That you understand what it's like to have your body driven through the canvas.
"Because I sure know what that feels like. But I'm sure you knew that, right Nate? Since you know everything there is to know about yours truly. Right?
"Wrong.
"Because if you knew everything about me, Nate, you would know that I have had to think on my feet and I have had to dig deep to pull out a win. Take a look at Massacre on Thirty-Fourth Street. Take a look at that match and take notes and take warning. I went through hell and I took three others with me to capture my title, and as you should know a fatal four way title match is never easy. It is never straight forward. You are always thinking on your feet in those situations.
"And you know what?
"Nothing is going to change this week. No matter what you throw my way, I will throw it right back at you. Because that isn't the smell of your opportunity lingering in the air. Far from it. It's the smell of your own tears as you realize that this whole endeavor of yours has been all for naught.
"DangerTainment won't be able to save you. The Free Agency won't care a damn bit about you. Power in numbers does not intimidate me. But you'll try, won't you? You'll try to overwhelm me as best you can. You, Kash, Knuckles, Gallos, you will all do whatever you can to pull the wool over my eyes and pull a win out that you didn't deserve. Because no matter what you and your cronies do, Asylum is going to be my night.
"Once again I will prove why I am the Suicidal champion."
"Why did you bring me here, cuz?"
"'Cause, we need to talk about Rico. He's doggin' you big time, mang, and we just can't have that. Think of the LaBraun name!"
"There's not much more we can do. He's already said no."
"You've just gotta sweeten the pot for him. Make him an offer than he ain't gonna refuse."
"Like what? I don't have any money. THATS the point of all this."
"True dat."
(The two take a sip and as Mookie lowers his cup, his eyes light up with an idea.)
"Who's he facin' this week? Do y'know?"
"I think he's up against Nate Bishop?"
"Bishop? Interesting."
(There is a slight pause between the two cousins.)
"What if we force him? Sic my boy on him and all that."
"Your boy? You mean T-Pain?"
"T-Drizzle. And yeah, why not? Not like you got any better ideas."
"Rico would kill him. It's not like he's a fuckin' mouse, man."
"So? What ideas have you thrown out? Exactly, so chill, mang."
(Pookie shakes his head and takes a sip. Mookie goes to take another but as he does, the door opens and in walks Rico Casteel himself wearing blue jeans, a black T-shirt, black bomber jacket and a black beanie. He walks up to the counter and places his order, while Mookie - who was facing the door - motions in that direction to Pookie.)
"Speak of the devil."
(Pookie turns around slightly.)
"Shit. What are we gonna do?"
"We? He's your client."
"Not yet."
"Gotta think positively, bro. Shit. No wonder you need my help all the time."
(Pookie nods and takes a deep breath before getting up, turning and walking towards Rico.)
"Rico!"
(Rico turns his head and curses.)
"Fuck. I can't even get a God damn cup of coffee without you two dogging me like a pair of hounds."
"To be quite honest, we were here first, big guy. You followed us."
"I bet your fucking cousin knew I come here to get my coffee. I bet he invited you here right?"
"That's not the point..."
"Right."
"Give us a break, Rico, we just want to work some shit out. You're the Suicidal champion. We could do SO much as a team if you gave it another chance!"
"Fuck that. Not again, I learned from the last time."
(Rico gets his coffee and turns to leave by Pookie shuffles in front of him.)
"I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer."
"Pookie was great at chess in high school! He can help you with Bishop!"
"Wait, what?"
(Rico snarls as he pushes Pookie against the wall, his forearm at Pookie's throat.)
"Listen, Caleb. I told you to fuck off before, but you came back. So I will say it once more. Fuck--"
(Rico is cut off as Mookie runs toward him. He catches sight of it out of the corner of his eye and moves, aiding Mookie in his trip to the floor and into a nearby table. Pookie rubs his throat.)
"Pimp down!"
"Come on, Rico, just think it over. You're making a big mistake. We could take over the IWC!"
"I haven't needed you yet, so why would I ever want to put you back in my corner."
"For the good old days!"
(On cue the door leading to the bathrooms is thrown open and in rushes T-Drizzle, wearing a pair of black sweat pants and a white T-shirt under a black sweatshirt.)
"Mookie! What wrong! What you been doin' to my manager!"
"Christ...."
"I can get him called off if you just say yes!"
(Mookie groans as T-Drizzle moves forward toward Rico.)
"Did you throw my fuckin' boy to the ground, tough cheese?"
"He ran at me, I moved, he fell. That's it. I haven't touched anyone yet."
"You choked Pookie!"
(Rico turns on Mookie.)
"Stay out of this!"
(At that moment, T-Drizzle jumps on Rico's back and tries to get him in a sleeper hold while Mookie latches onto his leg. Rico struggles a bit, pulling Mookie around the floor, before shoving T-Drizzle back into the bathroom. After dragging Mookie a few more steps, he shakes him off and reaches the door.)
"All of you are fucking nuts. Stay the hell away from me, and Caleb, if I ever see you again, you're going to wish that I hadn't."
(Rico leaves the coffee shop as the woman behind the counter looks dumbfounded with the phone in here hand. T-Drizzle returns as Mookie gets up and dusts himself off. He spots the woman with the phone.)
"Did you call the cops?"
(She nods.)
"Shit! I'm holdin' man! We gotta bounce!"
(The three men quickly exit the coffee shop after Pookie grabs his jacket. They quickly move through the parking lot until they come upon a rust colored two door Honda Civic. The three men climb inside the car and Mookie tries to start it, but nothing happens. He tries again, but again nothing happens and he hits the steering wheel in frustration.)
"Damnit! Piece of shit car!"
"Man, that cat ruined your ride!"
"Yeah....Yeah! That asshole!"
(The scene fades out.)
"My first title defense went better than I expected. I warned Delilah that she wasn't going to put a dent in my armor, and she still stepped into that ring. I promised her that she was going to leave that ring a battered mess. And I came through strong on that promise. I made sure to send a message to the entire IWC contingent.
"Rico Casteel means business.
"Which means that people looking for a title shot should not only earn that right, but also be prepared for a literal hell. For a fucking shit-storm to hit that ring. I stop at nothing to accomplish my goal, and if the spear into the steps wasn't the clincher, and if the lead pipe to Delilah's face wasn't the signature on the dotted line, the Bedlam Buster through the table definitely sealed that deal.
"And yet, there are people who still think they are better than me. People who still think they can chop me down like a fucking tree.
"Which brings us to this week.
"The only thing you are undeserving of Nate, is having this match. Is having your first match against an IWC champion. You might think that being thrown right into the spotlight is a sign of good faith from Reginald, but I think of it for what it actually is. A death sentence. A punishment for what you and your running buddies did at Asylum. Did you think you would get off without so much as a slap on the wrist? Did you really?
"Or is your perception of reality skewed? And judging by the comments you made to those warning you of what is to come, I think you are living in a lovely and extremely blissful ignorance. A world where you think that you can waltz right into a federation and expect to be handed title matches and main event slots. But that's not how it works here. That's not what IWC is all about. So, since you are one of the newcomers, I will fill you in.
"The reason you are getting this match, is not because you are this supposed 'chosen future'. No, that's not it. It's also not because you actually have what would appear to be talent. If I can be honest with you, Nate, you got this match because there are no other worthy competitors available. Because they need to feed someone to the Loose Cannon to keep me satisfied.
"Like I said, you are just a dreg. A bottom feeder being thrown into a match you can not win. And I repeat, Nate, for you and your hard of hearing brethren, you can not win. It's as simple as that. And if you don't realize that now, you will soon. You see, there is a reason I am the IWC Suicidal champion. There is a reason I made Delilah look like a fucking rag doll inside of that ring. And it's not because DangerTainment wasn't around. The reason is because I am that much of a monster, that much of a menace, that much...
"...Of a Loose Cannon.
"Is it starting to make sense now, Nathan? Is it starting to add up for you?
"Then again, maybe I should be thankful. It's not exactly Thanksgiving, but that doesn't mean we can't give it a try. I should be thankful that Reginald threw you at me this week. I'm thankful that you were more than willing to have your career cut short. You see, at the last show I was looking for you and your little buddies. I was searching high and low for any sign of you slugs, and any slime trails that were following you in. But I found none. Until the end of the show that is, and when that time came, I was swinging for the fences.
"But even though this is a sanctioned match, you are still an intruder. Even though you have signed an official contract, you will always be seen as a pest that just won't leave. Luckily for me this will be a match per IWC rules. And even though my Suicidal title isn't on the line, I am still going to make you understand our defnition of suicidal. I am going to make sure you really knows what it feels like to be suicidal. That you understand what it's like to have your body driven through the canvas.
"Because I sure know what that feels like. But I'm sure you knew that, right Nate? Since you know everything there is to know about yours truly. Right?
"Wrong.
"Because if you knew everything about me, Nate, you would know that I have had to think on my feet and I have had to dig deep to pull out a win. Take a look at Massacre on Thirty-Fourth Street. Take a look at that match and take notes and take warning. I went through hell and I took three others with me to capture my title, and as you should know a fatal four way title match is never easy. It is never straight forward. You are always thinking on your feet in those situations.
"And you know what?
"Nothing is going to change this week. No matter what you throw my way, I will throw it right back at you. Because that isn't the smell of your opportunity lingering in the air. Far from it. It's the smell of your own tears as you realize that this whole endeavor of yours has been all for naught.
"DangerTainment won't be able to save you. The Free Agency won't care a damn bit about you. Power in numbers does not intimidate me. But you'll try, won't you? You'll try to overwhelm me as best you can. You, Kash, Knuckles, Gallos, you will all do whatever you can to pull the wool over my eyes and pull a win out that you didn't deserve. Because no matter what you and your cronies do, Asylum is going to be my night.
"Once again I will prove why I am the Suicidal champion."
