Post by C.J. Gates on Feb 13, 2011 16:53:05 GMT -4
"Which one is he, son?"
(The scene opens up outside of the entrance to the IWC Arena. Parked across the lot from where the wrestlers enter sits a rust colored, two-door Honda Civic. Sitting in the front seat and slouched down trying to stay out of view is Mookie LaBraun, still wearing his camouflage pimp suit. Beside him sits Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III, wearing his mustard colored suit, and crammed into the back is Mookie's cousin, Pookie LaBraun.)
"Get down, old man. Don't wanna blow our cover."
"Cover? What in tarnations are you talkin' bout, son?"
"If Rico spots us, the jig is up. We're gonna have to start all over again."
(Pookie leans forward from the back seat.)
"So. What exactly is the plan when Rico comes to the arena?"
"That's a very good question, cuz."
"Wait, wait, wait. You don't know? Wasn't it your idea to come sit out here?"
"No, it wasn't my idea. It was the old man's idea."
"Now hold on, I say, hold one one cotton-picking minute! I didn't come up with this off the wall idea."
"Well, if it ain't yours and it ain't mine, who's idea is it?"
(Mookie glances over at Pookie with a condemning smile.)
"Oh, I'm not taking the blame for this one. Let's just throw it on T-Drizzle."
"One of the hottest rising stars out there ain't takin' no blame for this shit. If anyone's gonna be the scape, it's gonna be you, cuz."
(Pookie stifles a laugh which gets him a glare from Mookie.)
"You got somethin' to say, funny man?"
"Calm down, man. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Better not have..."
"Now cut that our, y'hear me? Cut that out. Do you two bicker all the time like that?"
"Not all the time..."
"Could have fooled me. Ever since I've been around you two, all I've heard is arguing. Just let me know which one is this Rico, and we'll get the job done. Alright?"
"But..."
"I said alright?"
(Pookie and Mookie nod their heads.)
"Good. I swear, I thought I would be done with these petty arguments when my sons left home. Now, what is the game plan for when the wild game comes up to the door?"
"I guess we go hunt him down?"
"Good. Now we've got a battle plan."
(The three men sit in silence a bit longer. Pookie gets fidgety in his seat, and starts rifling through the random objects in the backseat. Mookie is still hunched down low, his eyes just peering over the dashboard toward the doors. The Colonel remains sitting straight up, his mustard colored suit sticking out.)
"Is that him?"
(Pookie turns his head to look, but the duct tape covering the window blocks his view.)
"I...can't see anything."
"There's no one there, Pops."
"Right there by the door. Talking on the cell phone."
(Sure enough, a large, bald man stands by the door talking on a cell phone. Upon seeing him, Mookie springs up to s sitting position as Pookie leans between the two front seats to get a better look.)
"Its him!"
"Aight! Let's jump into action! Gotta get us this client!"
"Have we got a game plan?"
"Nothin' official, but I have an idea. Let's go!"
(Mookie is quick to exit the car and walks around to the hatch back. He pops it open, keeping his eyes on the target, while Pookie also exits the car, dancing excitedly beside Mookie. The Colonel also exits the car and casually saunters around to the back of it where Mookie pulls out a large black net and foam batons. He hands a baton to Pookie and one to the Colonel before closing the hatch back.)
"Aight, the plan is that I'm gonna charge him an' wrap this net over him. He will be messed up, and then you'se two come in and beat'em with the batons until he surrenders. Got it?"
"Got it!"
"Charge!"
(Mookie moves in followed closely by Pookie. The Colonel rolls his eyes and walks behind the two of them. Mookie hides behind the nearest car to the target, as Pookie comes up to his side. Mookie nods at his cousin before charging out from behind the car and throwing the net over the prey.)
"Got'cha! Now Pookie, now!"
(Pookie springs into action, hitting the netted man with the foam baton. The Colonel comes around to the melee and takes a good long look at the man.)
"Y'know, I don't think this is the right varmit."
"Less talkin', more hittin'!"
(Though as the Colonel winds up to hit the man, the man turns and Mookie ends up taking the brunt of the blow while he hangs onto the man.)
"Not me! Him!"
(Pookie and the Colonel continue to hit the man while Mookie hangs around his neck with the net over top of the target. From off camera another man enters the scene, this one tall and muscular with a bald head.)
"You guys sure are a piece of work."
(Rico Casteel, with duffel bag and title belt in hand, shakes his head before walking past the group and opens the back door. He nods at the security man standing there before the door closes behind him. The Colonel and Pookie stop hitting the man.)
"If, I say, if I was a betting man, I'd bet that we've been hoodwinked."
"Who did we get then?"
(The man manages to grab hold of Mookie and tosses him off and into some nearby bushes. He looks over each of the three men wearing a T-shirt that reads "SECURITY" before shaking his head, saying a few obscenities, and heading to the door of the building. He enters and closes the door behind him.)
"I think we might be in a bit of a predicament, son. Sneaking in the back door of a building is much harder once you've pissed off the eyes watching it."
"We were so close too."
"Back to the good ole drawing board, then. I don't want to fail again, y'hear me boy?"
(Pookie nods his head as he helps Mookie out of the bushes as the scene fades to black.)
"Finally an opponent who actually thinks before he speaks. A worthy adversary with common sense when it comes to stepping into the ring. Not like Nate Bishop who just spouted off whatever came to his mind. Not like Delilah who showed the ultimate lack of disrespect when she ignored everything that I had to say about her.
"No, finally I get an opponent that knows how to properly handle himself and knows what he is doing. Finally I get an opponent to fight that will actually test my abilities, and not let them go to waste. Going toe to toe with a man of your caliber will undoubtedly put me on the map. That I am sure of. But not for the reasons you think. Not because this is my first chance at stardom. Not because I need a confidence booster to throw aside whatever trash I get at the Super Show. This is the match that will put me on the map because I will prove that my words are not empty. That my claims and my threats are not idle.
"Because this is the match when I beat you. When I show that I could very easily be the IWC Insane champions. That I could easily be the top dog in this federation. That's a thought you might not care for in the slightest, but it's a fact that you will have to prepare to accept. And the best part about it? After I beat you this week, James, I will not let up. After I beat you, I will be breathing down your neck until I get that chance to take your precious title away from you.
"You were right though, James, there are a lot of similarities between us. We are both tough men who will not stop until our opponents have been put in their place. We are both determined and relentless. We even hold titles as the first ever champions. However, that might be where your good points end. That might be where your right points end. Because just like Branden Harvey before you, you have made a major mistake.
"There is no shadow for me to climb out from. There is no Exchange Rate in this equation. The relationship that I have with that tag team is null and void when it comes to IWC, and even when it does matter, I am not fighting. I am not doing anything more than watching out for a friends back. Might seem a bit odd for me to say that, but a job is a job, right? Money is money. But in this case, I am fighting for myself, and no one else. No one has overshadowed me and no one is pulling me along, trying to give me the ego boost that some might need. When I won this title and proved Harvey wrong, I assumed that everyone else would get that hint. I assumed that everyone else would see that I am my own man. That I am the Loose Cannon that I claim to be.
"I'm sure that once the bell rings, we will be like two gladiators fighting to the death. Two men pitted against one another with one thing set in their minds. Victory. How we achieve that is anyone's guess, but I can assume it will be a bloody contest. That we will leave it all inside of that ring. And even if we don't share each others fighting styles or strategies, we both know what the other is capable of. We are both aware of the violence that we are both capable of unleashing.
"But just remember, James, that you are not facing Chris Cyrus yet. You are not going up against his lackey Ebon, either. You are facing off against someone and something that you have never encountered before in your life. You are facing a man who is so determined to destroy everyone that opposes him. You are taking on a man that will stop at nothing to get to the top. A man that most would consider a definite force to be reckoned with, which you will eventually agree upon after I leave you broken inside of that ring. Inside of your ring. In front of your people. On the land that you own.
"You might not underestimate me, and you might give me some recognition for the path of destruction that I have left in my wake, but I am after something more than that. In the long run, I am after your IWC Insane title but for now, I will settle with a resounding victory. I will settle for embarrassing you. I will settle for complete and total domination.
"James Chambers, the war has just begun."
(The scene opens up outside of the entrance to the IWC Arena. Parked across the lot from where the wrestlers enter sits a rust colored, two-door Honda Civic. Sitting in the front seat and slouched down trying to stay out of view is Mookie LaBraun, still wearing his camouflage pimp suit. Beside him sits Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III, wearing his mustard colored suit, and crammed into the back is Mookie's cousin, Pookie LaBraun.)
"Get down, old man. Don't wanna blow our cover."
"Cover? What in tarnations are you talkin' bout, son?"
"If Rico spots us, the jig is up. We're gonna have to start all over again."
(Pookie leans forward from the back seat.)
"So. What exactly is the plan when Rico comes to the arena?"
"That's a very good question, cuz."
"Wait, wait, wait. You don't know? Wasn't it your idea to come sit out here?"
"No, it wasn't my idea. It was the old man's idea."
"Now hold on, I say, hold one one cotton-picking minute! I didn't come up with this off the wall idea."
"Well, if it ain't yours and it ain't mine, who's idea is it?"
(Mookie glances over at Pookie with a condemning smile.)
"Oh, I'm not taking the blame for this one. Let's just throw it on T-Drizzle."
"One of the hottest rising stars out there ain't takin' no blame for this shit. If anyone's gonna be the scape, it's gonna be you, cuz."
(Pookie stifles a laugh which gets him a glare from Mookie.)
"You got somethin' to say, funny man?"
"Calm down, man. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Better not have..."
"Now cut that our, y'hear me? Cut that out. Do you two bicker all the time like that?"
"Not all the time..."
"Could have fooled me. Ever since I've been around you two, all I've heard is arguing. Just let me know which one is this Rico, and we'll get the job done. Alright?"
"But..."
"I said alright?"
(Pookie and Mookie nod their heads.)
"Good. I swear, I thought I would be done with these petty arguments when my sons left home. Now, what is the game plan for when the wild game comes up to the door?"
"I guess we go hunt him down?"
"Good. Now we've got a battle plan."
(The three men sit in silence a bit longer. Pookie gets fidgety in his seat, and starts rifling through the random objects in the backseat. Mookie is still hunched down low, his eyes just peering over the dashboard toward the doors. The Colonel remains sitting straight up, his mustard colored suit sticking out.)
"Is that him?"
(Pookie turns his head to look, but the duct tape covering the window blocks his view.)
"I...can't see anything."
"There's no one there, Pops."
"Right there by the door. Talking on the cell phone."
(Sure enough, a large, bald man stands by the door talking on a cell phone. Upon seeing him, Mookie springs up to s sitting position as Pookie leans between the two front seats to get a better look.)
"Its him!"
"Aight! Let's jump into action! Gotta get us this client!"
"Have we got a game plan?"
"Nothin' official, but I have an idea. Let's go!"
(Mookie is quick to exit the car and walks around to the hatch back. He pops it open, keeping his eyes on the target, while Pookie also exits the car, dancing excitedly beside Mookie. The Colonel also exits the car and casually saunters around to the back of it where Mookie pulls out a large black net and foam batons. He hands a baton to Pookie and one to the Colonel before closing the hatch back.)
"Aight, the plan is that I'm gonna charge him an' wrap this net over him. He will be messed up, and then you'se two come in and beat'em with the batons until he surrenders. Got it?"
"Got it!"
"Charge!"
(Mookie moves in followed closely by Pookie. The Colonel rolls his eyes and walks behind the two of them. Mookie hides behind the nearest car to the target, as Pookie comes up to his side. Mookie nods at his cousin before charging out from behind the car and throwing the net over the prey.)
"Got'cha! Now Pookie, now!"
(Pookie springs into action, hitting the netted man with the foam baton. The Colonel comes around to the melee and takes a good long look at the man.)
"Y'know, I don't think this is the right varmit."
"Less talkin', more hittin'!"
(Though as the Colonel winds up to hit the man, the man turns and Mookie ends up taking the brunt of the blow while he hangs onto the man.)
"Not me! Him!"
(Pookie and the Colonel continue to hit the man while Mookie hangs around his neck with the net over top of the target. From off camera another man enters the scene, this one tall and muscular with a bald head.)
"You guys sure are a piece of work."
(Rico Casteel, with duffel bag and title belt in hand, shakes his head before walking past the group and opens the back door. He nods at the security man standing there before the door closes behind him. The Colonel and Pookie stop hitting the man.)
"If, I say, if I was a betting man, I'd bet that we've been hoodwinked."
"Who did we get then?"
(The man manages to grab hold of Mookie and tosses him off and into some nearby bushes. He looks over each of the three men wearing a T-shirt that reads "SECURITY" before shaking his head, saying a few obscenities, and heading to the door of the building. He enters and closes the door behind him.)
"I think we might be in a bit of a predicament, son. Sneaking in the back door of a building is much harder once you've pissed off the eyes watching it."
"We were so close too."
"Back to the good ole drawing board, then. I don't want to fail again, y'hear me boy?"
(Pookie nods his head as he helps Mookie out of the bushes as the scene fades to black.)
"Finally an opponent who actually thinks before he speaks. A worthy adversary with common sense when it comes to stepping into the ring. Not like Nate Bishop who just spouted off whatever came to his mind. Not like Delilah who showed the ultimate lack of disrespect when she ignored everything that I had to say about her.
"No, finally I get an opponent that knows how to properly handle himself and knows what he is doing. Finally I get an opponent to fight that will actually test my abilities, and not let them go to waste. Going toe to toe with a man of your caliber will undoubtedly put me on the map. That I am sure of. But not for the reasons you think. Not because this is my first chance at stardom. Not because I need a confidence booster to throw aside whatever trash I get at the Super Show. This is the match that will put me on the map because I will prove that my words are not empty. That my claims and my threats are not idle.
"Because this is the match when I beat you. When I show that I could very easily be the IWC Insane champions. That I could easily be the top dog in this federation. That's a thought you might not care for in the slightest, but it's a fact that you will have to prepare to accept. And the best part about it? After I beat you this week, James, I will not let up. After I beat you, I will be breathing down your neck until I get that chance to take your precious title away from you.
"You were right though, James, there are a lot of similarities between us. We are both tough men who will not stop until our opponents have been put in their place. We are both determined and relentless. We even hold titles as the first ever champions. However, that might be where your good points end. That might be where your right points end. Because just like Branden Harvey before you, you have made a major mistake.
"There is no shadow for me to climb out from. There is no Exchange Rate in this equation. The relationship that I have with that tag team is null and void when it comes to IWC, and even when it does matter, I am not fighting. I am not doing anything more than watching out for a friends back. Might seem a bit odd for me to say that, but a job is a job, right? Money is money. But in this case, I am fighting for myself, and no one else. No one has overshadowed me and no one is pulling me along, trying to give me the ego boost that some might need. When I won this title and proved Harvey wrong, I assumed that everyone else would get that hint. I assumed that everyone else would see that I am my own man. That I am the Loose Cannon that I claim to be.
"I'm sure that once the bell rings, we will be like two gladiators fighting to the death. Two men pitted against one another with one thing set in their minds. Victory. How we achieve that is anyone's guess, but I can assume it will be a bloody contest. That we will leave it all inside of that ring. And even if we don't share each others fighting styles or strategies, we both know what the other is capable of. We are both aware of the violence that we are both capable of unleashing.
"But just remember, James, that you are not facing Chris Cyrus yet. You are not going up against his lackey Ebon, either. You are facing off against someone and something that you have never encountered before in your life. You are facing a man who is so determined to destroy everyone that opposes him. You are taking on a man that will stop at nothing to get to the top. A man that most would consider a definite force to be reckoned with, which you will eventually agree upon after I leave you broken inside of that ring. Inside of your ring. In front of your people. On the land that you own.
"You might not underestimate me, and you might give me some recognition for the path of destruction that I have left in my wake, but I am after something more than that. In the long run, I am after your IWC Insane title but for now, I will settle with a resounding victory. I will settle for embarrassing you. I will settle for complete and total domination.
"James Chambers, the war has just begun."
