Post by C.J. Gates on Feb 22, 2011 19:19:22 GMT -4
(The scene slowly begins to open up inside of a small room. There isn't anything much to the room aside for a couch in the middle of it, a table at the back of the room, and a leather chair off to the right. A few chairs sit around the able, and a pair of end tables bookend the couch. The room is somewhat smoky, but not too smoky that the people in the room can't be identified. Sitting in the chair to the right is Mookie LaBraun who is looking quite docile. On the left side of the couch is Pookie LaBraun and in the background sitting in one of the two chairs is Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III. He has his elbows on the arms of the chair and his fingers are clasped in front of his face while his eyes stare intently forward.)
Mookie: Man, it's always good to jus'.....relax.
Pookie: You said it, cuz. You said it.
(The two of them share a laugh while the Colonel remains focused.)
Mookie: But y'know, I was thinkin'....this whole Rico thing....man, you just gotta let him go.
Pookie: Wha...What are you talkin' bout? This was all your idea...wasn't it?
Mookie: Was it? I don't remember anythin' like that, man.
Pookie: Yeah! It was you. I remember you sayin' somethin' about me mannin' up. Or somethin'.
Mookie: I think that I woulda remembered somethin' like that.
Pookie: No...it was...I remember. You said that I shouldn't let him push me around. I should stand up for myself.
Mookie: I think you're lettin' everythin' go to your head, man. I didn't say anythin' like that. Rico is just a waste of time, man.
Pookie: You're fuckin' kiddin' me right?
Mookie: I don't kid, man. I never kid.
Colonel: Would you, I say, would you two please just shut up!
(Mookie slowly turns his head to look at the Colonel in the back of the room, who still has his hands folded in front of him. Colonel shakes his head from side to side.)
Colonel: When I was a young kid, I would have had my backside whipped with a switch faster than I could yell our in pain. I don't want to, but if I have to, I will beat both you, do you hear me? I don't want no more of this bickering!
(Pookie tries to contain his laughter while Mookie salutes.)
Mookie: Aye, aye, Captain!
Colonel: No back talk, son. You brought me here for a reason, right? And now you're...just arguing? This won't get the job done, boys!
Pookie: Shit just got real.
Colonel: Are you, I say, are you for real, son? Are you really trying to get this client of yours back, or are you just happy sitting around here with your oaf of a cousin doing God knows what.
(There is no response, and instead Pookie's laughter comes out.)
Colonel: Are you even listening to me, boy? Are you even paying attention?
Mookie: Man, this shits better than television.
Colonel: Why the FUCK am I even here, if the two of you aren't going to be mature about it. Explain that one to me.
Pookie: Man, you just gotta chill.
Colonel: Chill?!
(Colonel gets to his feet, shaking his head as he walks around in a circle.)
Mookie: Shit, Pook. I think you pissed off grandpa.
Pookie: Guess I won't be gettin' that ten dollars for my birthday.
(The two cousins burst into laughter as the Colonel continues shaking his head, walking towards the door.)
Colonel: To think I actually wanted to help. That, I say, that I thought I had a way to get him back under your thumb. But naw, son, you went and threw that all away.
(Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III reaches for the doorknob, but before he can grab it, in an abnormal amount of speed, Mookie leaps up from his chair on the other side of the room, leaps across the couch and Pookie and lands it, before spinning around the Colonel and blocking the door.)
Colonel: What is the meaning of this?
(Mookie lowers his voice to a hissing whisper.)
Mookie: Pookie...he knows!
Pookie: Know what?
Mookie: He knows how to get Rico back.
(Pookie's eyes light up and open wide. He then leaps from the couch and kneels down beside the Colonel.)
Pookie: He knows!
Colonel: What the hell are you doing, boy? Can't you stand like normal people, instead of being on the ground like a two legged cow?
Mookie: He could be the answer!
Pookie: Oh wise one! What is the answer!
Colonel: Could you, I say, could you kindly remove yourself from in front of that door so that I may leave. I'm getting a weird vibe out of you two.
Mookie: But you can't leave! We need you to help Pookie get Rico back.
(Feeling smothered, the Colonel takes a few steps away from the two cousins, who remain exactly where they are.)
Colonel: Son, let me ask you this one question. Why on earth would you want that overgrown ape back? What is the reason behind this crusade, boy?
Pookie: I need the money.
Mookie: He's flat ass broke. Hasn't paid rent in like, three months.
Colonel: Well, the answer to your problems is simple.
Pookie: Oh, tell us!
Colonel: He's pissed at you because you're not leaving him alone, right?
Pookie: Right.
Colonel: So all you need to so, son, is show him that you can help him out. Maybe talking to him isn't the answer, but you could surely show that dumb ox that if he kept you around you could be of some help to him.
Mookie: He's got a point.
Pookie: I thought we already did that...
Colonel: As far as I can tell, all you've done is harassed him, stalked him, and attempted to kidnap him. Not exactly the best means for victory.
Pookie:Hey! He's got that match at the Super Show!
Colonel: Exactly! Maybe we go to the arena and show that bull that you can be of some use to him.
Pookie: That's perfect! How could we be so blind!
Mookie: We? I ain't fallin' into no we. I already told you a good idea and you shrugged it off.
Pookie: Hard to tell since all the ideas have been yours and they all failed!
(The two cousins continue to argue as the Colonel takes a few steps back and falls into one of the chairs around the table.)
Colonel: Lord, what in tarnations have I gotten myself into? I have a feeling I'm going to end up bamboozled at the end of this.
(The scene fades out as Mookie and Pookie continue to fight.)
"The element of luck should never be ignored and last week was a perfect example of luck in action. James Chambers was lucky enough to pull out a victory in our match after his opponent, Chris Cyrus stuck his nose in our business. If it wasn't for that runt, I would have had that match won, and I would have had my ticket punched to a title shot in the near future. But no, luck was on James' side. And Nate Bishop was also lucky when he escaped true harm after his triple threat match. He managed to get out of the ring before anything bad happened to him. However, unfortunately for him, he isn't going to be so lucky at Blood, Sweat and Broken Teeth when he and I are locked into battle yet again.
"You'll be lucky if I let you out alive.
"Because I know you, Nate. As much as you know me from our first meeting, I know you as well, even if you deny it up and down. You thought all along that the match of ours was going to work out in your advantage because you would be able to learn the ins and outs of the Loose Cannon inside of that ring. That when it came to a fight, you could see exactly what I was capable of. But what you didn't realize was that the benefits can work both ways. While you can learn all about me, I can learn all about you. And I did. I learned how you handle yourself in certain situations, and I learned how you escape certain predicaments. Oh, you'll deny it, I'm sure of that, but you would only be fooling yourself in the long run.
"You would only be living in a shadow of doubt if you did that. Denying yourself the truth of the situations. The reality of the situation. Do you remember what happened last time, Nate? Last time when you preached to me that I wasn't being true to myself and that I wasn't living in the real world? That my reality could be boiled down into a little plastic toy? I took that toy, and I smashed it. I took you, and I smashed you. I told you that I would come away from that match victorious, and that is just what I did. So I pose this question to you as the days are marked off the calender.
"What in the world makes you think that you can beat me?
"Have you become a whole different person in the four weeks since I last beat you? Have you and your running buddies figured something out, some sort of chink in my armor? Maybe you have been in communication with an alien race that wants to make you it's leader, and in exchange they will eliminate your opposition? Far-fetched, yes, but you have to see where I am coming from. You have to understand that the question I asked isn't easily answered. Now, if you had a win over me then yes, I could see it possible, but I beat you. I made sure that you couldn't get back up. And while you might not be getting help from the aliens in space, I'm sure your little buddies will lend a hand when you need it. You might fight by some sort of champions code, but I can almost sense it. Why not take this opportunity to assert yourselves as a dominant faction. Why not use your numbers to overwhelm an opponent and grab the first bit of gold in APW for the DangerTainment crew.
"Well, unlike my first question, that answer is easy. The reason why you should not, is because it will not work. Is because if you do, the three of you will just be seen as a sorry excuse for a group, having failed at taking out one man.
"Albeit, I am a fairly imposing figure, so when you three fail at trying to outnumber me, it wouldn't be an incredibly huge surprise. At least to me. And as you have never shied away from saying, Nate, I am bigger than you. 'Fat' if we use your words for what they are. But the size you see before you isn't fat, it's all muscle. It's a wall of pain that you are about to run right into. And bringing your friends with you will only bring them into the line of fire. It will only bring them the same sort of pain that you will feel regardless. You might not think much of it now, but I assure you that will be the case. I assure you that everything you think about me is completely wrong.
"There is no way Ebon and Jason Royce would have taken me out last week if they were standing.
"There is no way you will ever beat me.
"And better yet, there is no way that DangerTainment is going to take me down. That is unless you use those guns to eliminate me from the competition, and if that is the course you choose to take, then you are going to have A LOT more to deal with than a bit of blood and a few broken teeth.
"It's funny though. You rattled off one thing after another that I should avoid worrying about because you don't care to hear them. Because you figure that since you've already spoken them out loud, I can't use them. You basically call me out as an idiot for what I have said or what I might say, and then open your own mouth. Open your own mouth and take no accountability for your own idiotic comments. Oh, you don't believe me?
"Just like you don't believe that I make a good Suicidal champion. Just like you believe that someone like yourself, the supposed future, should hold a title that is taylor made for a Loose Cannon like myself. Think about it, Nate. What better personifies what I am than a title that is the epitome of giving it all and leaving it all. You can go back to when I won it all you want, you can try and make yourself feel better about what is to come by repeating what I said. But if you actually took the time to watch that match, Nate, you would see that the reason I had to fight to pull out the win was because of the brutality of the match. A brutality that you have yet to experience in IWC. Regardless, the facts will still remain the same.
"You lost to me the last time we fought. And you were lucky enough to get away without severe damage last week. The fact that you are your homeboys are hunting this week is fitting though, since hunting is all about luck. It's all about waiting for your prized kill to come around. You might think there is some measure of skill to it, but there isn't. And if you still think there is, then you are confusing the two.
"And if you think this wait and see approach is going to get you ahead in life, think again. Because to get somewhere in life and in this business you must go out and get it. You must go out and take what you want. Grab what is yours and never let it go, even if some wannabe punk is trying to talk a bigger game than he is capable of bringing to the table.
"This Suicidal title will remain mine, Nate.
"I never expected you to go away with one swat of my hand. Hell, I knew you would win that triple threat match. I was only biding my time, waiting for you to poke your nose back into my business. Waiting for you to come crawling back so that I could hand you your ass again. You've seen the punch but you haven't seen all that I have to offer. And in a weeks time, you will see something else.
"At the Super Show, your will watch as your luck runs out. You will watch as yours truly, Rico Casteel, stands over you, still holding my title high."
Mookie: Man, it's always good to jus'.....relax.
Pookie: You said it, cuz. You said it.
(The two of them share a laugh while the Colonel remains focused.)
Mookie: But y'know, I was thinkin'....this whole Rico thing....man, you just gotta let him go.
Pookie: Wha...What are you talkin' bout? This was all your idea...wasn't it?
Mookie: Was it? I don't remember anythin' like that, man.
Pookie: Yeah! It was you. I remember you sayin' somethin' about me mannin' up. Or somethin'.
Mookie: I think that I woulda remembered somethin' like that.
Pookie: No...it was...I remember. You said that I shouldn't let him push me around. I should stand up for myself.
Mookie: I think you're lettin' everythin' go to your head, man. I didn't say anythin' like that. Rico is just a waste of time, man.
Pookie: You're fuckin' kiddin' me right?
Mookie: I don't kid, man. I never kid.
Colonel: Would you, I say, would you two please just shut up!
(Mookie slowly turns his head to look at the Colonel in the back of the room, who still has his hands folded in front of him. Colonel shakes his head from side to side.)
Colonel: When I was a young kid, I would have had my backside whipped with a switch faster than I could yell our in pain. I don't want to, but if I have to, I will beat both you, do you hear me? I don't want no more of this bickering!
(Pookie tries to contain his laughter while Mookie salutes.)
Mookie: Aye, aye, Captain!
Colonel: No back talk, son. You brought me here for a reason, right? And now you're...just arguing? This won't get the job done, boys!
Pookie: Shit just got real.
Colonel: Are you, I say, are you for real, son? Are you really trying to get this client of yours back, or are you just happy sitting around here with your oaf of a cousin doing God knows what.
(There is no response, and instead Pookie's laughter comes out.)
Colonel: Are you even listening to me, boy? Are you even paying attention?
Mookie: Man, this shits better than television.
Colonel: Why the FUCK am I even here, if the two of you aren't going to be mature about it. Explain that one to me.
Pookie: Man, you just gotta chill.
Colonel: Chill?!
(Colonel gets to his feet, shaking his head as he walks around in a circle.)
Mookie: Shit, Pook. I think you pissed off grandpa.
Pookie: Guess I won't be gettin' that ten dollars for my birthday.
(The two cousins burst into laughter as the Colonel continues shaking his head, walking towards the door.)
Colonel: To think I actually wanted to help. That, I say, that I thought I had a way to get him back under your thumb. But naw, son, you went and threw that all away.
(Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III reaches for the doorknob, but before he can grab it, in an abnormal amount of speed, Mookie leaps up from his chair on the other side of the room, leaps across the couch and Pookie and lands it, before spinning around the Colonel and blocking the door.)
Colonel: What is the meaning of this?
(Mookie lowers his voice to a hissing whisper.)
Mookie: Pookie...he knows!
Pookie: Know what?
Mookie: He knows how to get Rico back.
(Pookie's eyes light up and open wide. He then leaps from the couch and kneels down beside the Colonel.)
Pookie: He knows!
Colonel: What the hell are you doing, boy? Can't you stand like normal people, instead of being on the ground like a two legged cow?
Mookie: He could be the answer!
Pookie: Oh wise one! What is the answer!
Colonel: Could you, I say, could you kindly remove yourself from in front of that door so that I may leave. I'm getting a weird vibe out of you two.
Mookie: But you can't leave! We need you to help Pookie get Rico back.
(Feeling smothered, the Colonel takes a few steps away from the two cousins, who remain exactly where they are.)
Colonel: Son, let me ask you this one question. Why on earth would you want that overgrown ape back? What is the reason behind this crusade, boy?
Pookie: I need the money.
Mookie: He's flat ass broke. Hasn't paid rent in like, three months.
Colonel: Well, the answer to your problems is simple.
Pookie: Oh, tell us!
Colonel: He's pissed at you because you're not leaving him alone, right?
Pookie: Right.
Colonel: So all you need to so, son, is show him that you can help him out. Maybe talking to him isn't the answer, but you could surely show that dumb ox that if he kept you around you could be of some help to him.
Mookie: He's got a point.
Pookie: I thought we already did that...
Colonel: As far as I can tell, all you've done is harassed him, stalked him, and attempted to kidnap him. Not exactly the best means for victory.
Pookie:Hey! He's got that match at the Super Show!
Colonel: Exactly! Maybe we go to the arena and show that bull that you can be of some use to him.
Pookie: That's perfect! How could we be so blind!
Mookie: We? I ain't fallin' into no we. I already told you a good idea and you shrugged it off.
Pookie: Hard to tell since all the ideas have been yours and they all failed!
(The two cousins continue to argue as the Colonel takes a few steps back and falls into one of the chairs around the table.)
Colonel: Lord, what in tarnations have I gotten myself into? I have a feeling I'm going to end up bamboozled at the end of this.
(The scene fades out as Mookie and Pookie continue to fight.)
"The element of luck should never be ignored and last week was a perfect example of luck in action. James Chambers was lucky enough to pull out a victory in our match after his opponent, Chris Cyrus stuck his nose in our business. If it wasn't for that runt, I would have had that match won, and I would have had my ticket punched to a title shot in the near future. But no, luck was on James' side. And Nate Bishop was also lucky when he escaped true harm after his triple threat match. He managed to get out of the ring before anything bad happened to him. However, unfortunately for him, he isn't going to be so lucky at Blood, Sweat and Broken Teeth when he and I are locked into battle yet again.
"You'll be lucky if I let you out alive.
"Because I know you, Nate. As much as you know me from our first meeting, I know you as well, even if you deny it up and down. You thought all along that the match of ours was going to work out in your advantage because you would be able to learn the ins and outs of the Loose Cannon inside of that ring. That when it came to a fight, you could see exactly what I was capable of. But what you didn't realize was that the benefits can work both ways. While you can learn all about me, I can learn all about you. And I did. I learned how you handle yourself in certain situations, and I learned how you escape certain predicaments. Oh, you'll deny it, I'm sure of that, but you would only be fooling yourself in the long run.
"You would only be living in a shadow of doubt if you did that. Denying yourself the truth of the situations. The reality of the situation. Do you remember what happened last time, Nate? Last time when you preached to me that I wasn't being true to myself and that I wasn't living in the real world? That my reality could be boiled down into a little plastic toy? I took that toy, and I smashed it. I took you, and I smashed you. I told you that I would come away from that match victorious, and that is just what I did. So I pose this question to you as the days are marked off the calender.
"What in the world makes you think that you can beat me?
"Have you become a whole different person in the four weeks since I last beat you? Have you and your running buddies figured something out, some sort of chink in my armor? Maybe you have been in communication with an alien race that wants to make you it's leader, and in exchange they will eliminate your opposition? Far-fetched, yes, but you have to see where I am coming from. You have to understand that the question I asked isn't easily answered. Now, if you had a win over me then yes, I could see it possible, but I beat you. I made sure that you couldn't get back up. And while you might not be getting help from the aliens in space, I'm sure your little buddies will lend a hand when you need it. You might fight by some sort of champions code, but I can almost sense it. Why not take this opportunity to assert yourselves as a dominant faction. Why not use your numbers to overwhelm an opponent and grab the first bit of gold in APW for the DangerTainment crew.
"Well, unlike my first question, that answer is easy. The reason why you should not, is because it will not work. Is because if you do, the three of you will just be seen as a sorry excuse for a group, having failed at taking out one man.
"Albeit, I am a fairly imposing figure, so when you three fail at trying to outnumber me, it wouldn't be an incredibly huge surprise. At least to me. And as you have never shied away from saying, Nate, I am bigger than you. 'Fat' if we use your words for what they are. But the size you see before you isn't fat, it's all muscle. It's a wall of pain that you are about to run right into. And bringing your friends with you will only bring them into the line of fire. It will only bring them the same sort of pain that you will feel regardless. You might not think much of it now, but I assure you that will be the case. I assure you that everything you think about me is completely wrong.
"There is no way Ebon and Jason Royce would have taken me out last week if they were standing.
"There is no way you will ever beat me.
"And better yet, there is no way that DangerTainment is going to take me down. That is unless you use those guns to eliminate me from the competition, and if that is the course you choose to take, then you are going to have A LOT more to deal with than a bit of blood and a few broken teeth.
"It's funny though. You rattled off one thing after another that I should avoid worrying about because you don't care to hear them. Because you figure that since you've already spoken them out loud, I can't use them. You basically call me out as an idiot for what I have said or what I might say, and then open your own mouth. Open your own mouth and take no accountability for your own idiotic comments. Oh, you don't believe me?
"Just like you don't believe that I make a good Suicidal champion. Just like you believe that someone like yourself, the supposed future, should hold a title that is taylor made for a Loose Cannon like myself. Think about it, Nate. What better personifies what I am than a title that is the epitome of giving it all and leaving it all. You can go back to when I won it all you want, you can try and make yourself feel better about what is to come by repeating what I said. But if you actually took the time to watch that match, Nate, you would see that the reason I had to fight to pull out the win was because of the brutality of the match. A brutality that you have yet to experience in IWC. Regardless, the facts will still remain the same.
"You lost to me the last time we fought. And you were lucky enough to get away without severe damage last week. The fact that you are your homeboys are hunting this week is fitting though, since hunting is all about luck. It's all about waiting for your prized kill to come around. You might think there is some measure of skill to it, but there isn't. And if you still think there is, then you are confusing the two.
"And if you think this wait and see approach is going to get you ahead in life, think again. Because to get somewhere in life and in this business you must go out and get it. You must go out and take what you want. Grab what is yours and never let it go, even if some wannabe punk is trying to talk a bigger game than he is capable of bringing to the table.
"This Suicidal title will remain mine, Nate.
"I never expected you to go away with one swat of my hand. Hell, I knew you would win that triple threat match. I was only biding my time, waiting for you to poke your nose back into my business. Waiting for you to come crawling back so that I could hand you your ass again. You've seen the punch but you haven't seen all that I have to offer. And in a weeks time, you will see something else.
"At the Super Show, your will watch as your luck runs out. You will watch as yours truly, Rico Casteel, stands over you, still holding my title high."
