Post by C.J. Gates on Feb 26, 2011 18:09:08 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of a dark room where a single bulb hangs over a small square table. On the table is a large piece of paper and standing by the table are Mookie and Pookie LaBraun. Mookie is once again wearing his camouflage suit and this time he has camouflage paint on his face. He leans over the piece of paper pointing down at it with the end of his pen.)
"So, we'll go up there and then we should be good. I mean, he ain't gonna know what hit 'im after we get through with everything."
"Wait, I still don't understand."
(Mookie slaps the table top with his hand.)
"C'mon Pook! This is important! We're doin' this for you! So pay attention, alright?"
"Alright, sorry."
"We're gonna go upstairs and find Nate's locker room. And when we find it, we're gonna stake it out until we see him. Then, we gonna jump him and beat his ass to the ground. Just like the Colonel told us."
"I...don't think this is what he meant."
"Pookie, you really gotta trust me. I was there with you when he told us what to do. And this is it. Right?"
"I dunno. I don't remember him saying anything about jumping anyone."
"Well, he did, alright? So chill. We got this."
"Where's our muscle?"
(Mookie flexes his arms.)
"Right here, baby."
"Asshole."
"Hey man, you asked for the muscle."
"I meant our help. Who is going to fight him?"
"...We are."
(Pookie laughs for awhile.)
"Man that's too much."
"I'm serious. We got this, cuz. No foolin'."
"Shit...really? God damnit, Mookie!"
"Like I said, trust me! You'll do fine. We'll do fine. Alright?"
"I guess so."
(Pookie looks down at the diagrams on the paper and shakes his head.)
"I still don't see how this is what the Colonel said."
(Mookie lets out a sigh.)
"Well, fine Pookie, what did he say then? If you are so God damn certain, what the fuck did he say?"
"I...I think that he told us to do somethin' that will show Rico that I can be of help to him."
"And what's more ofa help than jumpin' his opponent days before the match?"
"Yeah, but....still."
"Well, you gotta let me know before we go through wit this. If it ain't somethin' you wanna do, we gotta get the fuck outta here before we're found out. So go find your sack and let me know what your plan is."
(Mookie walks away from the table and stops near a door. He checks his watch and then his pulse before jogging on the spot. Pookie looks down at the diagram again and shakes his head. He lets out a big sigh before muttering that he'll regret it.)
"When do we move?"
"Thatta boy! We move now."
(Mookie opens the door and makes his way into the hallway with Pookie in tow. They get to the staircase going up and make their way to the next floor - the main floor of the IWC Arena. The two cousins begin to make their way through the hallways, passing locker room doors.)
"Get down!"
(Mookie shoves Pookie down an adjoining hallway and ducks around the corner himself. Further down the hall they were walking along, a security guard walks along the corridor a few steps before turning back around and turning a corner.)
"That was close. You okay Pookie?"
"A little warning next time would be great."
"I think we're getting close. Let's go."
(They come out from around the corner and slowly make their way along the hall slowly before stopping outside a door with a DangerTainment nameplate on it. Mookie tries the doorknob but finds it locked.)
"Damnit. Locked."
"Can't you pick it?"
"Of course I can! What kinda stupid question is that?"
(Mookie moves in to start picking the lock, but as he does, a cell phone begins to ring. Pookie's cell phone. Mookie gives him a dirty look before motioning them back down the hall the way they came. They quickly scurry back to the corner they hid behind and crouched against the wall as Pookie pulls out his cell phone and answers it. The voice on the other end of the phone is none other than Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III.)
"Colonel!"
"What are, I say, what are you doin', son? I though we was gonna meet up and discuss how things would go down with Rico."
"I thought we already did. Mookie and I are at the arena already."
"Doing what pray tell?"
"Getting the jump on Nate so that Rico sees me as a useful ally. Just like you said."
"Woah, woah, woah, hold on there, son. I didn't anything of the sort. Back in my day young bucks like you actually listened to their elders. What I said was that you should do something to catch his eye in a positive way. Not to get yourself killed by attacking someone stronger than you. Get out of there now, you hear me?"
(Mookie elbows Pookie in the ribs.)
"What did he say?"
"He told us to get out of here."
"Forget him. Let's go!"
(Mookie gets up and turns around the corner, only to come face to face with a security guard. Mookie's eyes go wide.)
"Can I help you?"
"RUN!"
(Mookie turns and runs as Pookie gets up and follows his cousin. The security guard remains standing in the hallway as the scene fades to black.)
"The more you speak, Nate, the more I wonder if you are actually capable of understanding what other people have to say. Because it seems that everything that I have said to you over the course of our little rivalry here has gone right over your head. Which is fine with me. If you'd rather live in your own little world looking at life through rose colored glasses that that's fine with me. If you want to be blissful in your ignorance, than that is even better. But don't bitch and moan after the fact when I have once again pounded you into the ground, once again walked away with my head held high and with the IWC Suicidal title still around my waist.
"It was very interesting to get an inside look into the dreams that a challenger has days before his undoing. Very interesting indeed. I mean, killing a rhino with a knife with little to no scratches? That takes a lot of supernatural skill. Though hopefully you salvaged that horn from your 'kill' because that's the only trophy you're taking away from your hunt. Like I've said, your quest for my title will come up short when you realize that you are way in over your head. Sure, right now you still think you actually stand a chance. Right now you still think that there is a small chance that you will walk out of the Super Show with my title.
"But you are wrong. You are ignorant if you think that.
"I did enjoy watching the reenactment though. How you accidentally fell onto the back of the rhino for the initial stabs, and then pissed yourself while the monster stood over top of you. And while I'm sure you were picturing a whole different scenario, to me it shows that you are fine with getting by on luck. With falling ass over tea kettle to get yourself ahead in life. If you think you're going to get that lucky when we step into the ring again, than you can think again. Because I don't mess up. I don't make mistakes. And better yet, I won't be like that rhino, and I will not let you take me down. You may have scored the victory in your dream, but it is just that.
"A dream.
"Just like it's a dream that you think you are one of the top dogs in IWC. That definition begins and ends with two people. James Chambers because he just so happens to be the IWC Insane champion, and yours truly, because I showed that I can stand toe to toe with James Chambers, make him feel like he is in danger, and keep the pressure up. Sure, you and your entourage can think that I am nothing more than a slobbering beast, but that's just more evidence of you fooling yourselves. Of you not wanting to accept the truth of the situation. James Chambers knows I am on his level and he knows, oddly enough, that if Chris Cyrus hadn't made an appearance he would have lost our match no problem.
"And yes, I stand by that. I am not making excuses for anything - I am just telling you how it happened. Telling you exactly how the match ended. I'm sure that you were too busy reading comic books and watching Thing One and Thing Two taser each other to realize it, though. And for a guy who thinks he is the next big thing, being too busy to pay attention to the federation as a whole is just poor form. Because to be at the top of the mountain, you need to watch everything. Follow everything. Pay attention to every little God damn thing.
"Wrestling is all about evolution, yes, I will give you that one Nate. What you overlook though, is the fact that you are still evolving while I am already evolved. That is what separates us apart. And even though you think you can evolve enough to get by me, you are sorely mistaken. Because no matter how much time you take to hone your skills, adapt yourself and get used to your surroundings, you will always be the cavemen in this little song and dance. You will always be ten, twenty, one hundred steps behind me in the evolutionary process. After all, when I beat you and humiliated you in front of the crowd last time out, I did so because I was superior. And this time around, I am still superior. And next time, if there so happens to be one? I will be superior still. I don't have to be better than I was the last time we met, Nate. I just have to be better than you. But that is a foregone conclusion because I AM better than you.
"And that's what happens in this business.
"There is always someone better than you. Always someone more skilled than you. At some point you have to ask yourself when it will end. When you can finally smile and say that you are at the top of your game. I'm sorry to tell you, though, that with a moniker like "The Chosen Future" you will never be at that point. You will never be the best because you will always be looking to the future and what you could be, never focusing in on what you are. Sure, you might think that looking to the future is the key, to look at what you could be and then fill in how to get there. But our definitions of future might be completely different. You might be thinking days away, but I am thinking years. Decades. Eons.
"And really, Nate, you should be focusing on this week. This match. This moment in time. If you remain the future, you will never have the glory of the present. And that means that you will never hold my title, or any other gold for that matter.
"I have been paying attention and I am more than ready for whatever you have to throw my way. You want to run at my head on? I'll be ready for it. You want to sneak around the ring and run scared? I'll be ready for that, too. You want to call upon your buddies to come and give you the hand that you will need, I'll be more than ready for that.
"I know, you guys don't operate that way. You have this code of honor among yourselves, and that's great. But at some point you are going to realize that beating me will never happen. That to take the title you want so badly, you will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands. A thought that I know you would love to see lived out inside of that ring. Mind you, if you don't want to be recognized as a group that would help the other win a title, it might be wise to stop constantly associating yourself with them. Sure, once or twice is fine, but when every other word out of your mouth is about DangerTainment sticking together as a pack, about DangerTainment taking two federations by storm, about DangerTainment playing hopscotch with knives in Africa...the reliance just seems so heavy. The desperation to want to be around someone hangs over your head, Nate. Not that friends and companions should not be sought out, you just need to speak for yourself.
"I don't want to hear any bullshit about how your actions will do the talking, because that's been played out. It's a tired cliche that really only holds water when you can't back it up. That is really only worth mentioning when you've already admitted defeat. And maybe you have. Maybe you're just trying to provide a strong front for not only you but for your teammates as well. For whatever fans there are that are chanting the Nate Bishop name.
"I'm not trying to scare you, Nate, because I already know you are scared. I know that the realization is starting to sink in. You are finally seeing the reality that I have pointed out so many times. You are finally getting the point of everything that I have been trying to hammer into your mind. That I have been trying to get through your DangerTainment exterior.
"Nate Bishop will always be the future. Nate Bishop will never be the present. Down the road in the future, after I have left the title to the bottom feeders to fight over, then maybe you will have a chance to win it. Maybe then you will be able to hold some IWC gold and brag to all your friends. Because you are nothing more than the king of those bottom feeders. Nothing more than the king of everyone who thinks the future holds good news for them. That is, if you make it through the Super Show.
"The best news you can hope to hear is that you have survived what will most likely be the beating of a lifetime. I make no promises though, and I will do my best to make sure you are as dead as that rhino in your dreams.
"Say goodbye to your hopes and dreams, Nate, because your quest ends here."
"So, we'll go up there and then we should be good. I mean, he ain't gonna know what hit 'im after we get through with everything."
"Wait, I still don't understand."
(Mookie slaps the table top with his hand.)
"C'mon Pook! This is important! We're doin' this for you! So pay attention, alright?"
"Alright, sorry."
"We're gonna go upstairs and find Nate's locker room. And when we find it, we're gonna stake it out until we see him. Then, we gonna jump him and beat his ass to the ground. Just like the Colonel told us."
"I...don't think this is what he meant."
"Pookie, you really gotta trust me. I was there with you when he told us what to do. And this is it. Right?"
"I dunno. I don't remember him saying anything about jumping anyone."
"Well, he did, alright? So chill. We got this."
"Where's our muscle?"
(Mookie flexes his arms.)
"Right here, baby."
"Asshole."
"Hey man, you asked for the muscle."
"I meant our help. Who is going to fight him?"
"...We are."
(Pookie laughs for awhile.)
"Man that's too much."
"I'm serious. We got this, cuz. No foolin'."
"Shit...really? God damnit, Mookie!"
"Like I said, trust me! You'll do fine. We'll do fine. Alright?"
"I guess so."
(Pookie looks down at the diagrams on the paper and shakes his head.)
"I still don't see how this is what the Colonel said."
(Mookie lets out a sigh.)
"Well, fine Pookie, what did he say then? If you are so God damn certain, what the fuck did he say?"
"I...I think that he told us to do somethin' that will show Rico that I can be of help to him."
"And what's more ofa help than jumpin' his opponent days before the match?"
"Yeah, but....still."
"Well, you gotta let me know before we go through wit this. If it ain't somethin' you wanna do, we gotta get the fuck outta here before we're found out. So go find your sack and let me know what your plan is."
(Mookie walks away from the table and stops near a door. He checks his watch and then his pulse before jogging on the spot. Pookie looks down at the diagram again and shakes his head. He lets out a big sigh before muttering that he'll regret it.)
"When do we move?"
"Thatta boy! We move now."
(Mookie opens the door and makes his way into the hallway with Pookie in tow. They get to the staircase going up and make their way to the next floor - the main floor of the IWC Arena. The two cousins begin to make their way through the hallways, passing locker room doors.)
"Get down!"
(Mookie shoves Pookie down an adjoining hallway and ducks around the corner himself. Further down the hall they were walking along, a security guard walks along the corridor a few steps before turning back around and turning a corner.)
"That was close. You okay Pookie?"
"A little warning next time would be great."
"I think we're getting close. Let's go."
(They come out from around the corner and slowly make their way along the hall slowly before stopping outside a door with a DangerTainment nameplate on it. Mookie tries the doorknob but finds it locked.)
"Damnit. Locked."
"Can't you pick it?"
"Of course I can! What kinda stupid question is that?"
(Mookie moves in to start picking the lock, but as he does, a cell phone begins to ring. Pookie's cell phone. Mookie gives him a dirty look before motioning them back down the hall the way they came. They quickly scurry back to the corner they hid behind and crouched against the wall as Pookie pulls out his cell phone and answers it. The voice on the other end of the phone is none other than Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III.)
"Colonel!"
"What are, I say, what are you doin', son? I though we was gonna meet up and discuss how things would go down with Rico."
"I thought we already did. Mookie and I are at the arena already."
"Doing what pray tell?"
"Getting the jump on Nate so that Rico sees me as a useful ally. Just like you said."
"Woah, woah, woah, hold on there, son. I didn't anything of the sort. Back in my day young bucks like you actually listened to their elders. What I said was that you should do something to catch his eye in a positive way. Not to get yourself killed by attacking someone stronger than you. Get out of there now, you hear me?"
(Mookie elbows Pookie in the ribs.)
"What did he say?"
"He told us to get out of here."
"Forget him. Let's go!"
(Mookie gets up and turns around the corner, only to come face to face with a security guard. Mookie's eyes go wide.)
"Can I help you?"
"RUN!"
(Mookie turns and runs as Pookie gets up and follows his cousin. The security guard remains standing in the hallway as the scene fades to black.)
"The more you speak, Nate, the more I wonder if you are actually capable of understanding what other people have to say. Because it seems that everything that I have said to you over the course of our little rivalry here has gone right over your head. Which is fine with me. If you'd rather live in your own little world looking at life through rose colored glasses that that's fine with me. If you want to be blissful in your ignorance, than that is even better. But don't bitch and moan after the fact when I have once again pounded you into the ground, once again walked away with my head held high and with the IWC Suicidal title still around my waist.
"It was very interesting to get an inside look into the dreams that a challenger has days before his undoing. Very interesting indeed. I mean, killing a rhino with a knife with little to no scratches? That takes a lot of supernatural skill. Though hopefully you salvaged that horn from your 'kill' because that's the only trophy you're taking away from your hunt. Like I've said, your quest for my title will come up short when you realize that you are way in over your head. Sure, right now you still think you actually stand a chance. Right now you still think that there is a small chance that you will walk out of the Super Show with my title.
"But you are wrong. You are ignorant if you think that.
"I did enjoy watching the reenactment though. How you accidentally fell onto the back of the rhino for the initial stabs, and then pissed yourself while the monster stood over top of you. And while I'm sure you were picturing a whole different scenario, to me it shows that you are fine with getting by on luck. With falling ass over tea kettle to get yourself ahead in life. If you think you're going to get that lucky when we step into the ring again, than you can think again. Because I don't mess up. I don't make mistakes. And better yet, I won't be like that rhino, and I will not let you take me down. You may have scored the victory in your dream, but it is just that.
"A dream.
"Just like it's a dream that you think you are one of the top dogs in IWC. That definition begins and ends with two people. James Chambers because he just so happens to be the IWC Insane champion, and yours truly, because I showed that I can stand toe to toe with James Chambers, make him feel like he is in danger, and keep the pressure up. Sure, you and your entourage can think that I am nothing more than a slobbering beast, but that's just more evidence of you fooling yourselves. Of you not wanting to accept the truth of the situation. James Chambers knows I am on his level and he knows, oddly enough, that if Chris Cyrus hadn't made an appearance he would have lost our match no problem.
"And yes, I stand by that. I am not making excuses for anything - I am just telling you how it happened. Telling you exactly how the match ended. I'm sure that you were too busy reading comic books and watching Thing One and Thing Two taser each other to realize it, though. And for a guy who thinks he is the next big thing, being too busy to pay attention to the federation as a whole is just poor form. Because to be at the top of the mountain, you need to watch everything. Follow everything. Pay attention to every little God damn thing.
"Wrestling is all about evolution, yes, I will give you that one Nate. What you overlook though, is the fact that you are still evolving while I am already evolved. That is what separates us apart. And even though you think you can evolve enough to get by me, you are sorely mistaken. Because no matter how much time you take to hone your skills, adapt yourself and get used to your surroundings, you will always be the cavemen in this little song and dance. You will always be ten, twenty, one hundred steps behind me in the evolutionary process. After all, when I beat you and humiliated you in front of the crowd last time out, I did so because I was superior. And this time around, I am still superior. And next time, if there so happens to be one? I will be superior still. I don't have to be better than I was the last time we met, Nate. I just have to be better than you. But that is a foregone conclusion because I AM better than you.
"And that's what happens in this business.
"There is always someone better than you. Always someone more skilled than you. At some point you have to ask yourself when it will end. When you can finally smile and say that you are at the top of your game. I'm sorry to tell you, though, that with a moniker like "The Chosen Future" you will never be at that point. You will never be the best because you will always be looking to the future and what you could be, never focusing in on what you are. Sure, you might think that looking to the future is the key, to look at what you could be and then fill in how to get there. But our definitions of future might be completely different. You might be thinking days away, but I am thinking years. Decades. Eons.
"And really, Nate, you should be focusing on this week. This match. This moment in time. If you remain the future, you will never have the glory of the present. And that means that you will never hold my title, or any other gold for that matter.
"I have been paying attention and I am more than ready for whatever you have to throw my way. You want to run at my head on? I'll be ready for it. You want to sneak around the ring and run scared? I'll be ready for that, too. You want to call upon your buddies to come and give you the hand that you will need, I'll be more than ready for that.
"I know, you guys don't operate that way. You have this code of honor among yourselves, and that's great. But at some point you are going to realize that beating me will never happen. That to take the title you want so badly, you will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands. A thought that I know you would love to see lived out inside of that ring. Mind you, if you don't want to be recognized as a group that would help the other win a title, it might be wise to stop constantly associating yourself with them. Sure, once or twice is fine, but when every other word out of your mouth is about DangerTainment sticking together as a pack, about DangerTainment taking two federations by storm, about DangerTainment playing hopscotch with knives in Africa...the reliance just seems so heavy. The desperation to want to be around someone hangs over your head, Nate. Not that friends and companions should not be sought out, you just need to speak for yourself.
"I don't want to hear any bullshit about how your actions will do the talking, because that's been played out. It's a tired cliche that really only holds water when you can't back it up. That is really only worth mentioning when you've already admitted defeat. And maybe you have. Maybe you're just trying to provide a strong front for not only you but for your teammates as well. For whatever fans there are that are chanting the Nate Bishop name.
"I'm not trying to scare you, Nate, because I already know you are scared. I know that the realization is starting to sink in. You are finally seeing the reality that I have pointed out so many times. You are finally getting the point of everything that I have been trying to hammer into your mind. That I have been trying to get through your DangerTainment exterior.
"Nate Bishop will always be the future. Nate Bishop will never be the present. Down the road in the future, after I have left the title to the bottom feeders to fight over, then maybe you will have a chance to win it. Maybe then you will be able to hold some IWC gold and brag to all your friends. Because you are nothing more than the king of those bottom feeders. Nothing more than the king of everyone who thinks the future holds good news for them. That is, if you make it through the Super Show.
"The best news you can hope to hear is that you have survived what will most likely be the beating of a lifetime. I make no promises though, and I will do my best to make sure you are as dead as that rhino in your dreams.
"Say goodbye to your hopes and dreams, Nate, because your quest ends here."
