Post by C.J. Gates on Mar 12, 2011 2:02:46 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of a small diner. It's fairly empty, with the odd customer sitting at tables alone at the far end. Sitting at the counter though, with his back to the door, is the large figure of Rico Casteel. He has an empty plate and a glass of coke in front of him and is look up and off to his right at a television hanging from the ceiling. The sound of the door opening is heard as a man sits down on the stool beside him.)
"God damn rain."
(Rico doesn't answer. The sound of the man drumming his hands on the top of the counter can be heard which seems to annoy Rico, who simply rolls his eyes in annoyance.)
"This place any good?"
"Good enough."
"What's wrong, I say, what's wrong, boy?"
(Rico slowly looks over at the man.)
"Do I know you?"
"Probably not, but I know all about you, son. The good and the bad."
"Well, do you mind telling me who are you, then?"
"Certainly."
(The man clears his throat as the waitress stops in front of him.)
"My name is Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third..."
"That's good hun, but what do you want."
(The man, who we know she is indeed the Colonel gives her his order and she walks away smacking her gum.)
"So how do you know me?"
"You know, I say, you know those two whipper snappers that have been following you around? Those LaBraun boys? They hired me to help them woo you to their side."
"Jesus Christ, those tools? I'm almost at the point where I am going to throw them both in a dumpster."
"And I don't blame you. Back in my day, we would have had two degenerates like that thrown away for good."
(Rico takes a sip of his drink.)
"So what do you want?"
"Is that anyway to talk to an elder, boy?"
"C'mon gramps. You are working with those two assholes, what more can you expect from me?"
"Well, I'm not here representing those two buffoons tonight. They're too busy watching a video about Fondle Me Elmo or something. Something, I say, something that I would never do in my youth. In any case, son, I'm here on my own accord."
"And what is the business of your visit? Are you here to try and lure me onto your side?"
"Not quite. If you'd hear me out, son, I'm sure we can agree on something."
"Like I told, Caleb, I'm not interested in having a manager. I do things on my own time, by my own agenda. I don't need someone fucking me up."
"I'll let you make those decisions later. Right now, I want to propose the idea of a little payback."
(A slight smile creeps across Rico's face as he nods slowly.)
"I like the way you think, Fred."
"Please, call me Colonel."
"Alright, Colonel. What exactly are you proposing?"
"Well, they still think that I am working with them, so I can use that against them. Do you know what I'm saying, boy? We can, I say, we can play them for fools and then when the moment is right, BAM!"
(The Colonel hits the top of the counter with an open palm, causing a few dishes to jump and rattle.)
"Hit them right where it hurts, when they're expecting it the least."
"Precisely. You catch on fast, son."
"As long as it involves a bit of revenge on those two jackasses for their annoying tendencies, then I think I can get on board with it. Anything else on your mind, Colonel?"
"We can talk about the finer points later. Right now, I've got to get down to the senior center. Bingo night and all."
(The Colonel drums on the counter top a few more times before hopping off the stool and walking out the door. The scene fades to black as the waitress brings his food to the counter, scowls, and stubs out a lit cigarette in the mashed potatoes.)
"On December 5th, 2010 I made my debut in IWC. I came in with aims to prove myself, to make a name for myself, and to show everyone that I was more than a bodyguard. Did anyone care? At that point, probably not. They all saw me as that over sized ape that was just going to filter himself out as time went by. But as everyone can see, I have done nothing of the sort. As everyone can see, I have made the most of every opportunity that I have been given.
"Yes, I admit that Madok Mortalis got the best of me on that day in December. It's not my usual place to say that, but I will admit that I lost. I will admit that he managed to take home the victory. However, I am willing to admit that with good reason.
"Because ever since Madok beat me, I have done nothing but win. Ever since I lost my first match in IWC, I have destroyed everyone that has stepped into my path. Yes, one can make the argument that James Chambers beat me, but we all saw what happened to our beloved Insane Heavyweight champion afterward. Just another example of Loose Cannon destruction. But I digress, because the man who needs everyone's eyes on him would get upset if I started talking too much about James Chambers.
"Right, Madok?
"Nevertheless, this is the week that I have been waiting for. This is the match that I was hoping Reginald would book. Yes, I don't get a chance to enter the War Games match against the APW, but I get the next best thing. Revenge. Redemption. A chance to right the wrong that was made in December when Madok picked up that victory over me. And I have no doubts that he thinks he is capable of repeating that feat, but in the end he will only be setting himself up for a heart wrenching defeat. He will only be finding failure wherever he looks. He will only be seeing failure in every mirror he looks in.
"But he would have you believe differently, as is his nature. He would have you believe that it is me that will see failure. That it is me that will be unable to grab the victory. But unfortunately we are not dealing with clouds. We are not dealing with formations that can change their shapes at the slightest gust of win.
"We are dealing with the truth, the cold hard facts. And the truth, as I see it, is that I am not the weakest one in this match. I am not the bottom feeder that Madok would like me to be. In fact, I am far from it. And everyone knows it. Ask James Chambers. Ask Reginald. Ask Nate Bishop. I'm sure that all three of them will be able to back up my claim of being the top dog in this match. Of being the best man to step inside of the ring in this weeks main event.
"But you disagree, don't you Madok? You disagree because you are full of yourself. You are living in those clouds you chase, and you think that everyone cares. You think that we are all falling for your lines of bullshit. But we aren't. In fact, I'm sure that no one even cares about your little hunt. And I'm sure very few care about your little submission title belt.
"A title belt, mind you, you won without having a submission maneuver to your name. You've preached about debuting one for weeks now, but you haven't exactly done much to do so. Maybe you were waiting until an actual opponent stepped in front of you. Maybe you were waiting until your little submission finisher could be broken out of. Truth be told, there is nothing I would enjoy more than to make your new found move look like a pile of garbage. To make it look as weak as the one trying to cinch it in.
"You won't buy that, though, because that is who you are. You are the foul mouthed, egotistical jackass that thinks he runs IWC. That thinks, deep down inside, that he is the one man that can stop the reign of James Chambers. And even though Rasslemania is three weeks away, I will still use tonight as a vessel to transport a message.
"To not only tell you that any hopes of moving farther up the food chain are pointless, but to also inform you that I am not going to go down easy. Ever. I am not like your past opponents. I have earned my way to where I am today. Kristina Blackwell, Branden Harvey, Delilah, Nate Bishop, all of them have fallen at my hand. All of them have been destroyed. Even James Chambers felt my wrath.
"Because I am not the Gambler.
"I am not Bobby Bodacious.
"And I am definitely not Ebon.
"I am the Loose Cannon, and I am the one that will make your night a living hell. You want to continue to preach your superiority, to belittle everyone that comes across your path, then fine. I won't stop you. What I will do is I will let you run your mouth until it nearly falls off, and then, I will make you eat your own words. I will make sure that I attack you head on and watch as the terror fills your eyes, as your mouth twists into a cry of agony. My plan is to come at you with ruthless aggression. With everything that I have.
"This might be an extreme rules submission match, but I am not deterred. I am not even worried that I will be unable to submit you because in all honesty I don't plan on putting you into any hold. My end game is to simply beat you down until you can not stand. To pummel you until you are deemed unfit to compete. Sure, you might see it as a cop-out being a submission artist but I don't. I see it as a chance to do what I wasn't able to do in December.
"Destroy Madok Mortalis.
"And I will do so the best way I know how. By exemplifying what IWC stands for. Brutality. Blood. Broken bones.
"You have my undivided attention this week, champ. You have my attention one hundred percent, because I don't want this opportunity to slip through my fingers. There is no doubt that the two of us are the favorites for a shot at the title, being champions in our own right, and this week will prove that.
"It will prove to everyone that Madok Mortalis is nothing inside of a hardcore environment. That the Cloud Chaser has absolutely no business fighting in the extreme world of the Suicidal champion. Because this week, Cloud Chaser, you are definitely out of your league. This week, you are stepping into a world that you know nothing about. Because I've changed since the last time we fought. I've improved and I've unleashed the true devastation of my power. You are entering a world of bedlam that you have absolutely no idea about.
"You still think you are stepping into a ring against an opponent that you can beat. You still think you are fighting the likes of Gambler and Bodacious. But you aren't.
"And in the end, Madok, you will only be left chasing those clouds and all the dreams that float with them. Welcome to reality."
"God damn rain."
(Rico doesn't answer. The sound of the man drumming his hands on the top of the counter can be heard which seems to annoy Rico, who simply rolls his eyes in annoyance.)
"This place any good?"
"Good enough."
"What's wrong, I say, what's wrong, boy?"
(Rico slowly looks over at the man.)
"Do I know you?"
"Probably not, but I know all about you, son. The good and the bad."
"Well, do you mind telling me who are you, then?"
"Certainly."
(The man clears his throat as the waitress stops in front of him.)
"My name is Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third..."
"That's good hun, but what do you want."
(The man, who we know she is indeed the Colonel gives her his order and she walks away smacking her gum.)
"So how do you know me?"
"You know, I say, you know those two whipper snappers that have been following you around? Those LaBraun boys? They hired me to help them woo you to their side."
"Jesus Christ, those tools? I'm almost at the point where I am going to throw them both in a dumpster."
"And I don't blame you. Back in my day, we would have had two degenerates like that thrown away for good."
(Rico takes a sip of his drink.)
"So what do you want?"
"Is that anyway to talk to an elder, boy?"
"C'mon gramps. You are working with those two assholes, what more can you expect from me?"
"Well, I'm not here representing those two buffoons tonight. They're too busy watching a video about Fondle Me Elmo or something. Something, I say, something that I would never do in my youth. In any case, son, I'm here on my own accord."
"And what is the business of your visit? Are you here to try and lure me onto your side?"
"Not quite. If you'd hear me out, son, I'm sure we can agree on something."
"Like I told, Caleb, I'm not interested in having a manager. I do things on my own time, by my own agenda. I don't need someone fucking me up."
"I'll let you make those decisions later. Right now, I want to propose the idea of a little payback."
(A slight smile creeps across Rico's face as he nods slowly.)
"I like the way you think, Fred."
"Please, call me Colonel."
"Alright, Colonel. What exactly are you proposing?"
"Well, they still think that I am working with them, so I can use that against them. Do you know what I'm saying, boy? We can, I say, we can play them for fools and then when the moment is right, BAM!"
(The Colonel hits the top of the counter with an open palm, causing a few dishes to jump and rattle.)
"Hit them right where it hurts, when they're expecting it the least."
"Precisely. You catch on fast, son."
"As long as it involves a bit of revenge on those two jackasses for their annoying tendencies, then I think I can get on board with it. Anything else on your mind, Colonel?"
"We can talk about the finer points later. Right now, I've got to get down to the senior center. Bingo night and all."
(The Colonel drums on the counter top a few more times before hopping off the stool and walking out the door. The scene fades to black as the waitress brings his food to the counter, scowls, and stubs out a lit cigarette in the mashed potatoes.)
"On December 5th, 2010 I made my debut in IWC. I came in with aims to prove myself, to make a name for myself, and to show everyone that I was more than a bodyguard. Did anyone care? At that point, probably not. They all saw me as that over sized ape that was just going to filter himself out as time went by. But as everyone can see, I have done nothing of the sort. As everyone can see, I have made the most of every opportunity that I have been given.
"Yes, I admit that Madok Mortalis got the best of me on that day in December. It's not my usual place to say that, but I will admit that I lost. I will admit that he managed to take home the victory. However, I am willing to admit that with good reason.
"Because ever since Madok beat me, I have done nothing but win. Ever since I lost my first match in IWC, I have destroyed everyone that has stepped into my path. Yes, one can make the argument that James Chambers beat me, but we all saw what happened to our beloved Insane Heavyweight champion afterward. Just another example of Loose Cannon destruction. But I digress, because the man who needs everyone's eyes on him would get upset if I started talking too much about James Chambers.
"Right, Madok?
"Nevertheless, this is the week that I have been waiting for. This is the match that I was hoping Reginald would book. Yes, I don't get a chance to enter the War Games match against the APW, but I get the next best thing. Revenge. Redemption. A chance to right the wrong that was made in December when Madok picked up that victory over me. And I have no doubts that he thinks he is capable of repeating that feat, but in the end he will only be setting himself up for a heart wrenching defeat. He will only be finding failure wherever he looks. He will only be seeing failure in every mirror he looks in.
"But he would have you believe differently, as is his nature. He would have you believe that it is me that will see failure. That it is me that will be unable to grab the victory. But unfortunately we are not dealing with clouds. We are not dealing with formations that can change their shapes at the slightest gust of win.
"We are dealing with the truth, the cold hard facts. And the truth, as I see it, is that I am not the weakest one in this match. I am not the bottom feeder that Madok would like me to be. In fact, I am far from it. And everyone knows it. Ask James Chambers. Ask Reginald. Ask Nate Bishop. I'm sure that all three of them will be able to back up my claim of being the top dog in this match. Of being the best man to step inside of the ring in this weeks main event.
"But you disagree, don't you Madok? You disagree because you are full of yourself. You are living in those clouds you chase, and you think that everyone cares. You think that we are all falling for your lines of bullshit. But we aren't. In fact, I'm sure that no one even cares about your little hunt. And I'm sure very few care about your little submission title belt.
"A title belt, mind you, you won without having a submission maneuver to your name. You've preached about debuting one for weeks now, but you haven't exactly done much to do so. Maybe you were waiting until an actual opponent stepped in front of you. Maybe you were waiting until your little submission finisher could be broken out of. Truth be told, there is nothing I would enjoy more than to make your new found move look like a pile of garbage. To make it look as weak as the one trying to cinch it in.
"You won't buy that, though, because that is who you are. You are the foul mouthed, egotistical jackass that thinks he runs IWC. That thinks, deep down inside, that he is the one man that can stop the reign of James Chambers. And even though Rasslemania is three weeks away, I will still use tonight as a vessel to transport a message.
"To not only tell you that any hopes of moving farther up the food chain are pointless, but to also inform you that I am not going to go down easy. Ever. I am not like your past opponents. I have earned my way to where I am today. Kristina Blackwell, Branden Harvey, Delilah, Nate Bishop, all of them have fallen at my hand. All of them have been destroyed. Even James Chambers felt my wrath.
"Because I am not the Gambler.
"I am not Bobby Bodacious.
"And I am definitely not Ebon.
"I am the Loose Cannon, and I am the one that will make your night a living hell. You want to continue to preach your superiority, to belittle everyone that comes across your path, then fine. I won't stop you. What I will do is I will let you run your mouth until it nearly falls off, and then, I will make you eat your own words. I will make sure that I attack you head on and watch as the terror fills your eyes, as your mouth twists into a cry of agony. My plan is to come at you with ruthless aggression. With everything that I have.
"This might be an extreme rules submission match, but I am not deterred. I am not even worried that I will be unable to submit you because in all honesty I don't plan on putting you into any hold. My end game is to simply beat you down until you can not stand. To pummel you until you are deemed unfit to compete. Sure, you might see it as a cop-out being a submission artist but I don't. I see it as a chance to do what I wasn't able to do in December.
"Destroy Madok Mortalis.
"And I will do so the best way I know how. By exemplifying what IWC stands for. Brutality. Blood. Broken bones.
"You have my undivided attention this week, champ. You have my attention one hundred percent, because I don't want this opportunity to slip through my fingers. There is no doubt that the two of us are the favorites for a shot at the title, being champions in our own right, and this week will prove that.
"It will prove to everyone that Madok Mortalis is nothing inside of a hardcore environment. That the Cloud Chaser has absolutely no business fighting in the extreme world of the Suicidal champion. Because this week, Cloud Chaser, you are definitely out of your league. This week, you are stepping into a world that you know nothing about. Because I've changed since the last time we fought. I've improved and I've unleashed the true devastation of my power. You are entering a world of bedlam that you have absolutely no idea about.
"You still think you are stepping into a ring against an opponent that you can beat. You still think you are fighting the likes of Gambler and Bodacious. But you aren't.
"And in the end, Madok, you will only be left chasing those clouds and all the dreams that float with them. Welcome to reality."
