Post by C.J. Gates on May 8, 2011 14:49:04 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of a locker room somewhere in the Dunkin' Donuts center. Here, Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III can be seen sitting on a chair wearing his mustard colored suit, his white hair and beard looking finely manicured. He is talking on a cell phone, seemingly engrossed in the conversation. As he nods his head to something said to him, the locker room door behind him opens and in storms the large form of Rico Casteel. He walks up behind the Colonel without him noticing, grabs the cell phone from his hand and hurls it across the room where it hits the wall and shatters into many pieces.)
Colonel: What the, I say, what the FUCK, son?
(Rico simply shakes his head and takes a few steps toward the broken phone.)
Colonel: How the hell am I supposed to help you? Mind explainin' that to me, boy? How the hell am I going to make calls to give you what you need!
Rico: Calls?
(Rico chuckles before wheeling around, his eyes wide, staring at the Colonel.)
Rico: Calls? Like the ones you were going to make weeks ago? Months ago? Those calls?
Colonel: What the hell has gotten into you, son.
(Rico again simply chuckles as he walks past the Colonel toward the door.)
Colonel: I'm trying to help you, but if you don't talk to me, I can't do anything.
(Rico slams the door shut and turns back around.)
Rico: You've been saying that, but have you really helped me, Frederick? Have you really done anything to give me that edge?
Colonel: I say, I say...
Rico: I don't care what you say. I'm beginning to think that you actually are here on behalf of those dwarves. That you are just tailing me to keep them notified. Was that them? Was that who you were talking to on the phone?
Colonel: Now hold on a minute...
Rico: Hold on? To what? Ever since you started offering me your fucking support, nothing has gone right. Nothing has worked out. And that's not going to fly with me, Grandpa, that's not going to fly with me at all.
Colonel: How has it not gone right?
(Rico's eyes go wide again as he bores holes through the Colonel.)
Rico: Do you want me to draw you a fucking picture? What happened when James Chambers and I faced off in a tag team match that was supposed to be a preview of our eventual encounter?
Colonel: Well, I'd say you had a very spirited affair, with--
Rico: The correct answer is I lost. The correct answer is that Jimmy and that out of work actor defeated myself and that horse faced sack of shit.
(The Colonel opens his mouth to speak but doesn't get a chance.)
Rico: What happened two weeks ago when I defended my title against Isamu Suzuki? What happened when I put my hard earned work on the line?
Colonel: You won. You defended your title and are still an APW champion.
Rico: Wrong, old man, wrong. Yes, I won, but I didn't earn that win and I'll be the first to admit that I shouldn't have even gotten it. Isamu Suzuki lost that match himself and why?
Colonel: Because you...
Rico: Because I what? I'd love to hear what kind of shit you're going to pull out of your ass next. Isamu would have won that match if he hadn't of climbed to the top of the video screen and nearly killed himself jumping off.
Colonel: I don't think I like your tone.
(Rico chuckles.)
Rico: It's not sinking in, is it? It's not fucking sinking in.
Colonel: Well, I say, well come on boy, spit it out. Don't pussyfoot around the problem, get right to it.
(Rico smiles as he steps toward the Colonel.)
Rico: In short? You're fire. Your services are no longer required. You have been nothing but a disappointment, and are better off back at the retirement home playing canasta.
Colonel: But...
Rico: No. Not this time, Frederick. You can't smooth talk your way out of this. Even though I didn't want your help, you promised you could provide me with that little extra to get me over the hump. And that hasn't happened.
(The Colonel shakes his head.)
Colonel: Did you, I say, did you ever think that you were the real problem, son? That you were the reason you were failing?
(A snarl curls onto Rico's face as he takes another step toward the Colonel.)
Rico: Are you sure you want to go there? Are you sure you want to open that can of worms, Frederick?
(The Colonel takes a step back.)
Rico: That's what I thought. What you can do, is call up Mopey and Dopey and let them know you failed. This partnership between us, it's through.
(Rico continues to snarl at the Colonel, who makes his way to the door. He hesitates before opening it and disappears into the hall as the scene fades to black.)
"This is the week when I get back on track. There have been too many setbacks as of late, and it's no surprise that I'm not exactly happy about them. First, I lose a tag team match to James Chambers because of a knife wielding geriatric, and then I defend my title because my opponent decided he would rather kill himself before I got the chance to.
"Now I stand across the ring from both of them, in yet another tag match, with yet another partner that I have no faith in. Another partner that will be the downfall of the team, without a doubt. Chris, you and I, there is no doubt that we won't be seeing eye to eye this week. After the shit you pulled before Blood, Sweat and Broken Teeth, when you decided to get involved in my match with James...the only thing that has crossed my mind has been payback. Because you were the one that cost me that match, without a doubt, and I will not forget that.
"But unfortunately that won't happen this week. Unfortunately, I have to wait until I can knock your teeth down your throat. Because as much as I would like to, there are bigger things to worry about.
"Isamu Suzuki...I don't know what we running through your head at the last Asylum, but whatever it was, I'm sure that David was made you pay for it more than you made yourself pay for it. Though, I guess I should be applauding you. I should be standing her giving you an ovation because you put the suicidal into the Suicidal title match, even though you cost yourself in the end. Maybe what I should be doing, is taking any credit I had for you and throwing it out because of your stupidity.
"Take it from me, Suzuki. I might be a war machine on two feet, but I also know when to take those ultra high risks and when not to. I know when I should literally place my life in the hands of hope, and when I should just get the job done. Like I said earlier, you had me beat, there is no doubt about that. It angers me to think that you had that match fucking won. And had you not decided to go the way of the lemming, you could be holding my APW Suicidal title in your hands.
"But sadly, you aren't.
"And who knows, maybe I'm giving you too much credit. Maybe in saying that you would have won, I'm overlooking my own abilities. Not like it matters though, because what happened at Asylum is a one time thing. What happened in that Suicidal title match, that will never happen again. Not because I'm going to play things more carefully, but because now I know who you are. I know what you're like. Before, you were an unknown commodity, a relative newcomer to the federation. But now? Now there is no hiding behind that newcomer bullshit.
"When you and I step into the ring this week during out tag team match, I will know what you are capable. I will understand what you can do, and I will tear you down. I will stop you dead in your tracks and drive you straight through the mat. Maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but that is still what I am going to do. That is what I will strive to do each and every time I get my hands on you. This may not be a Suicidal title match, but it will still be filled with a lot of pain. It will be a match that leaves regret in your mind once it's all said and done, and it will be a match that, I'm sure, will leave you wishing you'd never even stepped into the ring with me.
"Because now that I know what you are capable of, there's no stopping me from making your life a living hell. Still, you aren't my biggest concern in this match. Yes, if you start to become a pest then I will exterminate you, but I have my sights set on the APW Heavyweight champion.
"I have my sights set on humiliating James Chambers.
"This makes our third meeting, James, a fact that I'm sure you haven't let slip through your mind. And even though you've come out on top twice, this third time will be my charm. This third time, I will walk out with a victory. The first two times you simply got lucky. You were simply the benefactor of someone else fucking it all up for me. Whether that was Chris Cyrus making himself known, or Gary Busey for being the crazy, off the wall fuck that he is, you only picked up those wins by fluke.
"Which is an odd statement, because I know that you aren't afraid of me. I know that you would never back down from a challenge. After all, we've been through this song and dance a few times now. To pick up wins by fluke just seems out of your repertoire. It seems like an anomaly. Not for a lack of trying, though I think that in our meetings we have both managed to get the same amount of brutality in on one another.
"The reason why they are fluke wins is because you got fucking lucky. There's nothing else to it. You take out Chris Cyrus and the celebrity fucks from our last match, and there is no doubt in my mind that things would come out a whole lot different. There is no doubt that you would have been the one to eat the loss and be left flat on your back.
"But this time, this time you won't be so lucky. This time, for you to pull out an actual win over me, you are going to have to do some serious damage. Both you and Isamu will have to bring your A games because there is no way in hell that I am going to let the two of you scrape by with another win. There is no way that I am going to let the two of you laugh and mock me. My bad luck ends here. My streak of shitty matches, losses, and near losses, that all ends here with this tag match.
"With our eventual match-up on the horizon, James, I need to take this opportunity to show you that I mean business. I need to do my best to send a ripple of fear coursing through your spine. I need to make sure that you realize me as the threat that I truly am. That you understand that your title is in jeopardy. I stated that I was going to be the first person to hold both the Suicidal title and the Heavyweight title, and I stand by that.
"This week, I rewrite history. This week, James, you lose."
Colonel: What the, I say, what the FUCK, son?
(Rico simply shakes his head and takes a few steps toward the broken phone.)
Colonel: How the hell am I supposed to help you? Mind explainin' that to me, boy? How the hell am I going to make calls to give you what you need!
Rico: Calls?
(Rico chuckles before wheeling around, his eyes wide, staring at the Colonel.)
Rico: Calls? Like the ones you were going to make weeks ago? Months ago? Those calls?
Colonel: What the hell has gotten into you, son.
(Rico again simply chuckles as he walks past the Colonel toward the door.)
Colonel: I'm trying to help you, but if you don't talk to me, I can't do anything.
(Rico slams the door shut and turns back around.)
Rico: You've been saying that, but have you really helped me, Frederick? Have you really done anything to give me that edge?
Colonel: I say, I say...
Rico: I don't care what you say. I'm beginning to think that you actually are here on behalf of those dwarves. That you are just tailing me to keep them notified. Was that them? Was that who you were talking to on the phone?
Colonel: Now hold on a minute...
Rico: Hold on? To what? Ever since you started offering me your fucking support, nothing has gone right. Nothing has worked out. And that's not going to fly with me, Grandpa, that's not going to fly with me at all.
Colonel: How has it not gone right?
(Rico's eyes go wide again as he bores holes through the Colonel.)
Rico: Do you want me to draw you a fucking picture? What happened when James Chambers and I faced off in a tag team match that was supposed to be a preview of our eventual encounter?
Colonel: Well, I'd say you had a very spirited affair, with--
Rico: The correct answer is I lost. The correct answer is that Jimmy and that out of work actor defeated myself and that horse faced sack of shit.
(The Colonel opens his mouth to speak but doesn't get a chance.)
Rico: What happened two weeks ago when I defended my title against Isamu Suzuki? What happened when I put my hard earned work on the line?
Colonel: You won. You defended your title and are still an APW champion.
Rico: Wrong, old man, wrong. Yes, I won, but I didn't earn that win and I'll be the first to admit that I shouldn't have even gotten it. Isamu Suzuki lost that match himself and why?
Colonel: Because you...
Rico: Because I what? I'd love to hear what kind of shit you're going to pull out of your ass next. Isamu would have won that match if he hadn't of climbed to the top of the video screen and nearly killed himself jumping off.
Colonel: I don't think I like your tone.
(Rico chuckles.)
Rico: It's not sinking in, is it? It's not fucking sinking in.
Colonel: Well, I say, well come on boy, spit it out. Don't pussyfoot around the problem, get right to it.
(Rico smiles as he steps toward the Colonel.)
Rico: In short? You're fire. Your services are no longer required. You have been nothing but a disappointment, and are better off back at the retirement home playing canasta.
Colonel: But...
Rico: No. Not this time, Frederick. You can't smooth talk your way out of this. Even though I didn't want your help, you promised you could provide me with that little extra to get me over the hump. And that hasn't happened.
(The Colonel shakes his head.)
Colonel: Did you, I say, did you ever think that you were the real problem, son? That you were the reason you were failing?
(A snarl curls onto Rico's face as he takes another step toward the Colonel.)
Rico: Are you sure you want to go there? Are you sure you want to open that can of worms, Frederick?
(The Colonel takes a step back.)
Rico: That's what I thought. What you can do, is call up Mopey and Dopey and let them know you failed. This partnership between us, it's through.
(Rico continues to snarl at the Colonel, who makes his way to the door. He hesitates before opening it and disappears into the hall as the scene fades to black.)
"This is the week when I get back on track. There have been too many setbacks as of late, and it's no surprise that I'm not exactly happy about them. First, I lose a tag team match to James Chambers because of a knife wielding geriatric, and then I defend my title because my opponent decided he would rather kill himself before I got the chance to.
"Now I stand across the ring from both of them, in yet another tag match, with yet another partner that I have no faith in. Another partner that will be the downfall of the team, without a doubt. Chris, you and I, there is no doubt that we won't be seeing eye to eye this week. After the shit you pulled before Blood, Sweat and Broken Teeth, when you decided to get involved in my match with James...the only thing that has crossed my mind has been payback. Because you were the one that cost me that match, without a doubt, and I will not forget that.
"But unfortunately that won't happen this week. Unfortunately, I have to wait until I can knock your teeth down your throat. Because as much as I would like to, there are bigger things to worry about.
"Isamu Suzuki...I don't know what we running through your head at the last Asylum, but whatever it was, I'm sure that David was made you pay for it more than you made yourself pay for it. Though, I guess I should be applauding you. I should be standing her giving you an ovation because you put the suicidal into the Suicidal title match, even though you cost yourself in the end. Maybe what I should be doing, is taking any credit I had for you and throwing it out because of your stupidity.
"Take it from me, Suzuki. I might be a war machine on two feet, but I also know when to take those ultra high risks and when not to. I know when I should literally place my life in the hands of hope, and when I should just get the job done. Like I said earlier, you had me beat, there is no doubt about that. It angers me to think that you had that match fucking won. And had you not decided to go the way of the lemming, you could be holding my APW Suicidal title in your hands.
"But sadly, you aren't.
"And who knows, maybe I'm giving you too much credit. Maybe in saying that you would have won, I'm overlooking my own abilities. Not like it matters though, because what happened at Asylum is a one time thing. What happened in that Suicidal title match, that will never happen again. Not because I'm going to play things more carefully, but because now I know who you are. I know what you're like. Before, you were an unknown commodity, a relative newcomer to the federation. But now? Now there is no hiding behind that newcomer bullshit.
"When you and I step into the ring this week during out tag team match, I will know what you are capable. I will understand what you can do, and I will tear you down. I will stop you dead in your tracks and drive you straight through the mat. Maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but that is still what I am going to do. That is what I will strive to do each and every time I get my hands on you. This may not be a Suicidal title match, but it will still be filled with a lot of pain. It will be a match that leaves regret in your mind once it's all said and done, and it will be a match that, I'm sure, will leave you wishing you'd never even stepped into the ring with me.
"Because now that I know what you are capable of, there's no stopping me from making your life a living hell. Still, you aren't my biggest concern in this match. Yes, if you start to become a pest then I will exterminate you, but I have my sights set on the APW Heavyweight champion.
"I have my sights set on humiliating James Chambers.
"This makes our third meeting, James, a fact that I'm sure you haven't let slip through your mind. And even though you've come out on top twice, this third time will be my charm. This third time, I will walk out with a victory. The first two times you simply got lucky. You were simply the benefactor of someone else fucking it all up for me. Whether that was Chris Cyrus making himself known, or Gary Busey for being the crazy, off the wall fuck that he is, you only picked up those wins by fluke.
"Which is an odd statement, because I know that you aren't afraid of me. I know that you would never back down from a challenge. After all, we've been through this song and dance a few times now. To pick up wins by fluke just seems out of your repertoire. It seems like an anomaly. Not for a lack of trying, though I think that in our meetings we have both managed to get the same amount of brutality in on one another.
"The reason why they are fluke wins is because you got fucking lucky. There's nothing else to it. You take out Chris Cyrus and the celebrity fucks from our last match, and there is no doubt in my mind that things would come out a whole lot different. There is no doubt that you would have been the one to eat the loss and be left flat on your back.
"But this time, this time you won't be so lucky. This time, for you to pull out an actual win over me, you are going to have to do some serious damage. Both you and Isamu will have to bring your A games because there is no way in hell that I am going to let the two of you scrape by with another win. There is no way that I am going to let the two of you laugh and mock me. My bad luck ends here. My streak of shitty matches, losses, and near losses, that all ends here with this tag match.
"With our eventual match-up on the horizon, James, I need to take this opportunity to show you that I mean business. I need to do my best to send a ripple of fear coursing through your spine. I need to make sure that you realize me as the threat that I truly am. That you understand that your title is in jeopardy. I stated that I was going to be the first person to hold both the Suicidal title and the Heavyweight title, and I stand by that.
"This week, I rewrite history. This week, James, you lose."
