Post by C.J. Gates on Jun 19, 2011 15:43:23 GMT -4
"It seems as though we have entered some sort of alternate reality. A space in time when people like Jason Kash think that they are actually owed something, where they think that they are some sort of...dynamo. Some sort of hot commodity that everyone is after. Had those words come from the mouth of Isamu Suzuki, I could take them a bit more seriously, but from your mouth, Jason? That's just bullshit wrapped in more bullshit. And the best part is, you know it.
"So what I'm going to do, is I am going to treat you like every other hot shot rookie that walks into any federation and already assumes that they should be at the top. Those rookies that think they are the cream of the crop without actually having proven themselves, who complain when there isn't enough competition. After all, wasn't that one of the reasons you left? You felt that there wasn't anything more for you to accomplish after War Games? And then lo and behold, once you did come back, you find yourself facing actual competition. Of course, it doesn't add up, but then again, I don't expect much of what you say to make any sort of sense because it seems like you speak without realizing what you've already said in the past.
"And speaking of the past, since you seem to act an awful lot like a rookie who needs his hand held at every possible moment, lets both take a trip down memory lane, so that I can kill your curiosity, and put your constant nagging to rest.
"Shall we?"
Ten Years Earlier
(The scene slowly begins to open up inside of a locker room where a younger Rico Casteel can be seen sitting on one of the benches against the wall, wearing a pair of black shorts and a T-shirt, his head hung and a white towel covering it. The door is flung open, stopped before it bangs against the wall, and in walks a average looking man wearing a pair of black pants and a white tank top. He has a whistle around his neck and a disappointed look in his eyes. He closes the door and turns to face Rico, who is still looking at the floor, his forearms resting on his knees.)
"You've really fucked things up this time, Rico."
(Rico doesn't answer, the only sound heard being his breath.)
"You just couldn't leave well enough alone out there, could you? You had him beat! You just had to stop and you'd be in the clear right now."
(No answer.)
"Cut that shit out. I'm not some reporter trying to get the next scoop, I'm your God damn trainer."
(Rico raises his head but doesn't answer.)
"So is that how you're going to act? Just pretend that the whole thing didn't happen?"
(Rico gets up, wiping his face with the towel before crossing the room, passing by his trainer.)
"Fine, whatever man, I just hope that you're prepared for the consequences."
(Rico turns back around and looks at the trainer, chuckling to himself.)
"Do you even know what you did out there, man?"
"Oh, indeed I do, Hub."
"You fucked someone up out there!"
(Rico continues to chuckle as he retakes his seat.)
"It's the risks you take when you step into that cage."
(The trainer shakes his head.)
"What's wrong with you? You never used to be like this, man. You used to have passion for competing."
"The passion is still there. I've just begun to realize that there is more at my disposal than just adding another win to my record, and getting the next shot at the next title. A whole lot more."
"Like what man? Because from what I've seen nothing is worth it."
"How would you know? What's that old saying? 'Those who can't do, teach'. I'm sure that you also had aspirations to be a gym teacher, too, right?"
"That's just low, man. It's not like I'm some nobody off the streets, we've worked together for a long time."
"I've also been putting in my own work with Eli. And he's been showing me that I am capable of much, much more."
"The Rabbi? That son of a bitch?"
(The trainer paces a bit with his hands on his hips.)
"God damn it!"
"What do you care? I'm learning, I'm getting better, you should be happy about that."
"But Eli? Eli's not exactly the most...kosher guy."
"Maybe. But he has managed to show me what I am truly capable of. He has made me realize my...true potential."
(The trainer stares, almost dumbfounded, at Rico.)
"Do you even have any idea what you just did out there, Rico?"
"I made sure that people would remember who Rico Casteel is. That they realized how much potential I have. That if they chose to ignore me, I would make them wish they'd paid attention."
(Silence falls between the two as the trainer simply shakes his head in disbelief.)
"You have no fucking clue? You fucking killed a guy out there!"
(Rico shakes his head and chuckles.)
"You don't have to lie to me, Hub."
"You left the cage and made your way back here before the announcement of the winner. They were trying to find a pulse from that guy, but they couldn't. You literally beat him to death."
"People will take notice."
"They already have. Even the police are taking notice."
(Rico looks over at the trainer.)
"Police?"
"You fucking killed someone, Rico! Don't you think you'd get some sort of punishment for that."
(Rico smirks.)
"You find this shit funny?"
"He knew the risks stepping into the cage with me."
"But you're supposed to stop when you're told to! The referee tried to get you to stop but you just kept pounding away on the guy!"
(Rico's smirk turns into a laugh as he shakes his head.)
"You don't care, do you?"
"Not really. I was able to disply my true power, my true abilities, my true..."/color]
"You're a fucking loose cannon, man. Just...out there."
(Rico's smile widens.)
"Forget it. You can rot in jail for all I care."
(The trainer turns and opens the door, exitting through it. From inside the locker room we can hear his voice, muffled, coming from the other side of the door. A few moments later, the door is opened again, by the trainer, and in step three police officers.)
"What's the hold up, boys?"
(Still smiling, he rises and turns around, placing his arms behind his back, allowing the officers to handcuff him without incident. The scene fades out as Rico is led from the locker room by the officers and marched down the hall. He passes other fighters and trainers who all looked apalled, with Rico's trainer, Hub, shaking his head in disgust. All the while, though, a smile remains plastered on Rico's face.)
Present Day
"Looks like you were right about that one, Jason, though it's not like you were really Nostradamus or anything. Obviously there were only so many courses of action that could have been taken to force me out of action on a mandatory hiatus. Of course, I never let out the reason why, because I didn't think it was...worth it. I didn't think it was beneficial to getting a job, let alone in this industry. Then again, with people like Khaos running around on Overdrive, I seem to be in good company.
"Of course, I don't expect you to be any different in your actions towards me, Jason. I don't expect you to fear me any more than you already do. Because you do, fear me, Jason, you are just afraid to admit it. You are just afraid to play into my hand and give me exactly what I want. Control. Then again, you're also afraid to admit that you're wrong with a number of your comparisons and your thoughts about me and this match.
"For the record, Jason, let me start by saying that James Chambers did not intimidate me like you seem to think. Let me also say that if you think, in any way, shape or form, that you are anywhere close to James Chambers, you are grossly mistaken. That's like comparing the Seattle Mariners to the New York Yankees. It just doesn't happen because they aren't even in the same ballpark, so to speak. Though, maybe it will be beneficial to me to let you continue to think that way. Let you keep believing that you are the second coming of Chambers. That way, the ultimate beating that I put on you inside of that ring will be all the more humbling to you when you realize how out of your league you are. And to compare yourself to Level One is even more laughable.
"By all means, though, you're welcome to try. You're welcome to continue your little tribute to the Looney Toons, to continue to act like an unprofessional moron, and to continue to spin yourself a web of lies with your double talk.
"Like when you claim that things are different now, in the wake of James' departure. Where you claim that people like Defoe, Borderland and yourself are here to make an impact. What you probably fail to realize was that you, you were here before when Cyrus and I were hunting down Chambers. So if you're claim is that the competition then wasn't as good as it is now, what is you're excuse, Jason? What is your reasoning? Or are you simply admitting that last time around, you were nothing but a shell, nothing but a sorry excuse for a wrestler, and now, you are a whole lot different.
"But what's changed? Are you more focused? Thinking with the right head? More seasoned? I don't even think there can be a reason for it, Jason, because at the end of the night, you're still facing the Loose Cannon inside of that ring. You are still, willingly, putting your life in my hands. And we've all seen how that can end for some people. How the APW Heavyweight champion can make people choke on their own words, and end up paying for it dearly in the end.
"Something tells me you're not convinced though.
"Something tells me, that you think you still have some sort of a chance at winning this match. Is it because you have an ace up your sleeve in Shane Borderland making his presence felt? Because as the record shows, the only way James could beat me was with interference. Or maybe, you are just too hopped up on something, or too fucking stupid to realize that you are fighting a losing battle. That you are fighting in a match that you can not win. You want a chance to fight for the World title? Than earn it. And just so you know, losing to me this week in the Asylum, as you're going to do, won't earn you any favors in getting a title match against me.
"But this is what it all comes down to. This is when I prove to you that the dreams you have been living in are just that. That you never had a chance the moment this match was announced. Sure, you might be over excited at the fact that you actually get the chance to suffer a loss, but excitement will only get you so far.
"And in this case, that distance will be determined by how fast and how badly I beat you down. It will be determined by whether or not I let you leave the ring on your own two feet, or if you are going to be forced to leave on yet another stretcher.
"Nothing will be able to save you, Jason. Not Borderland, not your infatuation with Roxy, and definitely not some invisible rope prank.
"You are just going to be the next in line to suffer defeat at the hands of the Loose Cannon."
"So what I'm going to do, is I am going to treat you like every other hot shot rookie that walks into any federation and already assumes that they should be at the top. Those rookies that think they are the cream of the crop without actually having proven themselves, who complain when there isn't enough competition. After all, wasn't that one of the reasons you left? You felt that there wasn't anything more for you to accomplish after War Games? And then lo and behold, once you did come back, you find yourself facing actual competition. Of course, it doesn't add up, but then again, I don't expect much of what you say to make any sort of sense because it seems like you speak without realizing what you've already said in the past.
"And speaking of the past, since you seem to act an awful lot like a rookie who needs his hand held at every possible moment, lets both take a trip down memory lane, so that I can kill your curiosity, and put your constant nagging to rest.
"Shall we?"
Ten Years Earlier
(The scene slowly begins to open up inside of a locker room where a younger Rico Casteel can be seen sitting on one of the benches against the wall, wearing a pair of black shorts and a T-shirt, his head hung and a white towel covering it. The door is flung open, stopped before it bangs against the wall, and in walks a average looking man wearing a pair of black pants and a white tank top. He has a whistle around his neck and a disappointed look in his eyes. He closes the door and turns to face Rico, who is still looking at the floor, his forearms resting on his knees.)
"You've really fucked things up this time, Rico."
(Rico doesn't answer, the only sound heard being his breath.)
"You just couldn't leave well enough alone out there, could you? You had him beat! You just had to stop and you'd be in the clear right now."
(No answer.)
"Cut that shit out. I'm not some reporter trying to get the next scoop, I'm your God damn trainer."
(Rico raises his head but doesn't answer.)
"So is that how you're going to act? Just pretend that the whole thing didn't happen?"
(Rico gets up, wiping his face with the towel before crossing the room, passing by his trainer.)
"Fine, whatever man, I just hope that you're prepared for the consequences."
(Rico turns back around and looks at the trainer, chuckling to himself.)
"Do you even know what you did out there, man?"
"Oh, indeed I do, Hub."
"You fucked someone up out there!"
(Rico continues to chuckle as he retakes his seat.)
"It's the risks you take when you step into that cage."
(The trainer shakes his head.)
"What's wrong with you? You never used to be like this, man. You used to have passion for competing."
"The passion is still there. I've just begun to realize that there is more at my disposal than just adding another win to my record, and getting the next shot at the next title. A whole lot more."
"Like what man? Because from what I've seen nothing is worth it."
"How would you know? What's that old saying? 'Those who can't do, teach'. I'm sure that you also had aspirations to be a gym teacher, too, right?"
"That's just low, man. It's not like I'm some nobody off the streets, we've worked together for a long time."
"I've also been putting in my own work with Eli. And he's been showing me that I am capable of much, much more."
"The Rabbi? That son of a bitch?"
(The trainer paces a bit with his hands on his hips.)
"God damn it!"
"What do you care? I'm learning, I'm getting better, you should be happy about that."
"But Eli? Eli's not exactly the most...kosher guy."
"Maybe. But he has managed to show me what I am truly capable of. He has made me realize my...true potential."
(The trainer stares, almost dumbfounded, at Rico.)
"Do you even have any idea what you just did out there, Rico?"
"I made sure that people would remember who Rico Casteel is. That they realized how much potential I have. That if they chose to ignore me, I would make them wish they'd paid attention."
(Silence falls between the two as the trainer simply shakes his head in disbelief.)
"You have no fucking clue? You fucking killed a guy out there!"
(Rico shakes his head and chuckles.)
"You don't have to lie to me, Hub."
"You left the cage and made your way back here before the announcement of the winner. They were trying to find a pulse from that guy, but they couldn't. You literally beat him to death."
"People will take notice."
"They already have. Even the police are taking notice."
(Rico looks over at the trainer.)
"Police?"
"You fucking killed someone, Rico! Don't you think you'd get some sort of punishment for that."
(Rico smirks.)
"You find this shit funny?"
"He knew the risks stepping into the cage with me."
"But you're supposed to stop when you're told to! The referee tried to get you to stop but you just kept pounding away on the guy!"
(Rico's smirk turns into a laugh as he shakes his head.)
"You don't care, do you?"
"Not really. I was able to disply my true power, my true abilities, my true..."/color]
"You're a fucking loose cannon, man. Just...out there."
(Rico's smile widens.)
"Forget it. You can rot in jail for all I care."
(The trainer turns and opens the door, exitting through it. From inside the locker room we can hear his voice, muffled, coming from the other side of the door. A few moments later, the door is opened again, by the trainer, and in step three police officers.)
"What's the hold up, boys?"
(Still smiling, he rises and turns around, placing his arms behind his back, allowing the officers to handcuff him without incident. The scene fades out as Rico is led from the locker room by the officers and marched down the hall. He passes other fighters and trainers who all looked apalled, with Rico's trainer, Hub, shaking his head in disgust. All the while, though, a smile remains plastered on Rico's face.)
Present Day
"Looks like you were right about that one, Jason, though it's not like you were really Nostradamus or anything. Obviously there were only so many courses of action that could have been taken to force me out of action on a mandatory hiatus. Of course, I never let out the reason why, because I didn't think it was...worth it. I didn't think it was beneficial to getting a job, let alone in this industry. Then again, with people like Khaos running around on Overdrive, I seem to be in good company.
"Of course, I don't expect you to be any different in your actions towards me, Jason. I don't expect you to fear me any more than you already do. Because you do, fear me, Jason, you are just afraid to admit it. You are just afraid to play into my hand and give me exactly what I want. Control. Then again, you're also afraid to admit that you're wrong with a number of your comparisons and your thoughts about me and this match.
"For the record, Jason, let me start by saying that James Chambers did not intimidate me like you seem to think. Let me also say that if you think, in any way, shape or form, that you are anywhere close to James Chambers, you are grossly mistaken. That's like comparing the Seattle Mariners to the New York Yankees. It just doesn't happen because they aren't even in the same ballpark, so to speak. Though, maybe it will be beneficial to me to let you continue to think that way. Let you keep believing that you are the second coming of Chambers. That way, the ultimate beating that I put on you inside of that ring will be all the more humbling to you when you realize how out of your league you are. And to compare yourself to Level One is even more laughable.
"By all means, though, you're welcome to try. You're welcome to continue your little tribute to the Looney Toons, to continue to act like an unprofessional moron, and to continue to spin yourself a web of lies with your double talk.
"Like when you claim that things are different now, in the wake of James' departure. Where you claim that people like Defoe, Borderland and yourself are here to make an impact. What you probably fail to realize was that you, you were here before when Cyrus and I were hunting down Chambers. So if you're claim is that the competition then wasn't as good as it is now, what is you're excuse, Jason? What is your reasoning? Or are you simply admitting that last time around, you were nothing but a shell, nothing but a sorry excuse for a wrestler, and now, you are a whole lot different.
"But what's changed? Are you more focused? Thinking with the right head? More seasoned? I don't even think there can be a reason for it, Jason, because at the end of the night, you're still facing the Loose Cannon inside of that ring. You are still, willingly, putting your life in my hands. And we've all seen how that can end for some people. How the APW Heavyweight champion can make people choke on their own words, and end up paying for it dearly in the end.
"Something tells me you're not convinced though.
"Something tells me, that you think you still have some sort of a chance at winning this match. Is it because you have an ace up your sleeve in Shane Borderland making his presence felt? Because as the record shows, the only way James could beat me was with interference. Or maybe, you are just too hopped up on something, or too fucking stupid to realize that you are fighting a losing battle. That you are fighting in a match that you can not win. You want a chance to fight for the World title? Than earn it. And just so you know, losing to me this week in the Asylum, as you're going to do, won't earn you any favors in getting a title match against me.
"But this is what it all comes down to. This is when I prove to you that the dreams you have been living in are just that. That you never had a chance the moment this match was announced. Sure, you might be over excited at the fact that you actually get the chance to suffer a loss, but excitement will only get you so far.
"And in this case, that distance will be determined by how fast and how badly I beat you down. It will be determined by whether or not I let you leave the ring on your own two feet, or if you are going to be forced to leave on yet another stretcher.
"Nothing will be able to save you, Jason. Not Borderland, not your infatuation with Roxy, and definitely not some invisible rope prank.
"You are just going to be the next in line to suffer defeat at the hands of the Loose Cannon."
