Post by C.J. Gates on Jun 29, 2011 21:37:22 GMT -4
(The scene opens up inside of an office, brown boxes towering high along both walls. Stuck between the two towers of boxes is a desk, and sitting at that desk is a man wearing a black baseball cap turned backward, with a long beard. He is sitting back in a chair, looking at a magazine, leaning against a table beside him. The sound of a door opening is heard before the massive frame of Rico Casteel can be seen entering the office. He knocks on the door, but the man doesn't move.)
Rico: Rabbi?
(The man looks up and a slight smile crosses his face as he lowers the magazine.)
Rabbi: Well, well, well, if it isn't Rico Casteel. What's it been? Ten, eleven years?
Rico: About that.
Rabbi: Good to know you didn't rot away in jail.
Rico: I guess that's a plus.
Rabbi: So what brings you by, big man?
Rico: Well, Rabbi...
Rabbi: That's Rappin' Rabbi.
Rico: Rapping Rabbi?
Rabbi: No 'g', Rappin'.
(Rico gives the Rabbi a blank stare before shaking his head.)
Rico: Anyways, I thought that you could lend a hand, give me some sage advice. The last time I was here you helped me prepare for my fight ten years ago and, well, I've got a similar bug to squash this time around.
Rabbi: Ah, yes, I remember that. You killed that man, didn't you?
(A sick smile crosses Rico's face as he chuckles to himself.)
Rabbi: I'll take that as a yes. In any case, what makes you think that I can help you out again?
Rico: Because you said that exact same thing last time I was here.
(The Rabbi gives him an odd look.)
Rabbi: What the hell are you? An elephant?
Rico: Cut the shit, Eli...
(The Rabbi looks insulted at the use of his given name.)
Rabbi: So, you're looking to kill someone again? That's it?
Rico: Not quite.
Rabbi: Then what? What can I help you with?
(Another smile crosses Rico's face.)
Rico: I want your help, because I want to win the APW Heavyweight title.
Rabbi: What the hell is that?
Rico: It's the federation I work for. It's the title that should have been mine all along, the title that they are trying to steal from me. The general manager, Reginald, he's afraid of what I could do at the top of the pyramid. He's afraid of what I'm capable of. So he lies to himself about who should rightfully be named the champion. And I want to show him that all of this, all of his tricks, we for naught.
(The Rabbi stares at Rico for a moment.)
Rabbi: Geez, you've got some anger boiling up there. You sure you're not looking to kill another person?
Rico: You know, maybe I was wrong. Maybe you can't help anyone anymore.
Rabbi: Now wait a minute.
(The Rabbi sits forward in his seat.)
Rico: No, no, you're right. I should just go home and stop wasting everyone's time. Stop wasting your time.
Rabbi: Now hold on there, Rico. I can still help you out so just calm the fuck down, man.
Rico: You sure? Or is this just another lie?
Rabbi: Now wait a minute, man, I never lied to you. When did I ever lie to you, you fucking piece of shit.
Rico: Did I strike a nerve?
Rabbi: You damn well did. You know damn well that I never lie to anyone. I tell shit like it is.
Rico: Yet you told me that you don't think you could help me. That seems like quite the lie right there.
Rabbi: Well, what the hell did you want me to say? Last time I helped you, you killed a guy. I don't want you to fuck someone else up, and have me implicated as some sort of accomplice or something.
Rico: Well, did you get implicated last time?
(Rabbi glares at Rico.)
Rabbi: You already know that I was asked questions about everything after you slipped my name to your trainer. That shit wasn't cool man.
Rico: Well, if it makes you feel any better. I promise I want dime you out.
Rabbi: That's what you said last time. Who's the liar now, eh?
Rico: Are you going to help me or not?
(The Rabbi cracks a smile as he gets up from his seat and clumsily tries to clamber over his desk. After several moments of struggling, the Rabbi manages to make it across, shaking his head.)
Rabbi: Gotta clean this fucking place up a bit.
Rico: Are you going to help me or not?
Rabbi: Don't rush me, don't rush me. Who are you fighting?
Rico: Chris Cyrus.
(The Rabbi nods and moves past Rico out of the room and into the hall, the Loose Cannon following.)
Rabbi: Never heard of him. He tough?
Rico: Not really. He's kind of a push over anyways.
Rabbi: Then why do you need my help? If he's a push over, you should have no problem setting him aside.
Rico: I don't really need your help to beat him like that. I need your help to get me in the zone. Whatever you did last time, it worked well for me. It got me pumped up to fight.
Rabbi: And you killed the guy.
Rico: When are you going to let that go?
Rabbi: I'm just saying.
Rico: So let's get down to work.
(The two men enter into what looks to be a gym, with weight lifting equipment set up and a ring in the center of it all. Rico nods his head.)
Rabbi: How about right now?
Rico: Sounds good. And when I win the title, I'll make sure to give you credit. I'll make sure that you get a shout out at the award ceremony.
Rabbi: There's going to be a ceremony.
Rico: You're still as dumb as ever, aren't you.
Rabbi: Who said I was a dumb ass. And besides, if I'm a dumb ass, what does that make you, coming here, seeking my help in all of this.
Rico: Who's the dumb ass that calls themselves the Rappin' Rabbi?
Rabbi: Shalom.
Rico: What the hell is that?
Rabbi: Its my catchphrase. You know, people say word or...
Rico: I don't even want to know.
(Rico gives the Rabbi a stern look before shaking his head as the scene fades to black.)
"Cyrus, I am going to give you one little bit advice. You shouldn't be so worried about The Gambler or Bobby Bodacious this week. The fact that your mind is finding them to be as important to talk about as me, well, that's a sign that you aren't taking this match as seriously as you should. You aren't believing that this could be and will be your last chance at the APW Heavyweight title. You will be stopped.
"By me.
"I'm sure you remember where all of this hate stems from. What caused all of this anger to boil for so long. That night, so many months ago, when you stuck your nose into my business, into my first match against James Chambers. That was when the real hatred of you began and it never stopped growing since. And no matter how hard you try to squash it, that hatred, that anger, is going to fuel me to reach the heights that I know I can reach.
"And that's what makes this week that much better.
"I'll admit, I hate the fact that I am being forced to defend the title that I should never have had to defend. I hate the fact that after everything I have been through, after waiting out pointless matches between you and Chambers, I still have to put my title up on the line. But I have to find some sort of pleasure in this match. I have to find some sort of...resolve to make this evening one to truly remember. And the chance to get some revenge against you, to make you pay for getting involved, well, that is just what I need.
"Add to that the tag team match you speak so highly of, and this night is starting to look more and more like an excellent evening for the Loose Cannon. Because even though you managed to score the win, you still managed to score the win, and that never saw well with me. That never settled with me. Knowing that Chris Cyrus swooped in and stole the victory. Stole my chance to rub it in Chambers' face.
"Retaining the title is just half of the reward.
"Yes, I said retaining. Because as much as you like to lie to yourself about me not being the champion, I am. I was the number one contender and the first man that I was pitted against, a man who said that he could beat me and lay claim to the title, well I beat him in the middle of that ring and left him realizing the truth about it all. That Rico Casteel is the real deal. The real champion. The true King of the Asylum.
"And everyone who says otherwise will get wiped off the face of the earth. Eliminated from contention before they can even step foot into a title match against me.
"Lucky for you, you managed to make the match before I was able to get my hands on you. Reginald managed to hold his cards close to his chest, just long enough to let you escape with your life. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about the past. You don't want to hear about what happened and how I feel about you, do you, Cyrus?
"No, you want to focus on the future. On how you're going to win my title when everything is said and done. But all of that, it's all a lie. It's all a farce, because that's not how this story is going to end. There will be no Chris Cyrus rallying the troops, walking into the sunset with his head held high, oh no. There will be no redemption at your two prior losses...
"Two.
"Funny how you figure you can win the title now, after having failed to win it twice. Funny how you figure you can take home Old Glory after so many failed attempts. You likened yourself to me, but we both know that is a horseshit comparison. That's like Jason Kash comparing himself to Level One. It just doesn't happen. Because while you have had two chances to win this title, I have had one. And while you have had two chances, you were beaten both of those times out. While me? My one chance to actually win this title came in a triple threat match where I was never pinned, never submitted and never knocked out for the ten count.
"I had both my Suicidal title and MY World title stolen from me. And now you think that you are going to be successful because someone else holds it? Because James Chambers is no where to be seen? Well, let me share a little story with you, Chris. There was only one man in the Asylum that James Chambers feared more than his mother, and that man was me. He might not have outright admitted it, but his eyes spoke volumes. His eyes told the story that he was too afraid to let go. And I'm not making that up. You can look back at every bit of tape from matches that he and I were involved in and you can see the fear leaping.
"So what makes you think you're better than him?
"Obviously you're not physically better or you would have beaten him, right? Have you stolen his fans? Are we going to turn this into some sort of finger pointing, paint by numbers diagram where you lay out your entire plot? Because that's the only way someone like you could make me believe you were actually better than James Chambers. Like I said last week, I might have loathed the man for all that he did to run from defending that title against me, but at least I know that he was the second best wrestler in this place.
"Behind me of course.
"You might be a decorated APW Megastar, but when it comes to the Asylum, you haven't done anything to shake a stick at. You haven't done anything to make me see you as anything more than the piece of shit you are. You list your titles like they mean something, when you and I both know that they hold no water. After all, the last belt you tried to capture was the Xtreme title. The fucking Xtreme belt, and you couldn't even get that job done. And we all know that Diamante Valentine is far inferior to Rico Casteel. Which is why I consider everything you've done up until now to be pointless. Meaningless. Useless. Not even worth repeating, that's how irrelevant all of it is.
"Just like you're undefeated streak at Test For the Best. Because at some point, everyone claims to be undefeated, and at that same time, someone comes in and changes all of that. Now that you have come out and stated your claim to Test For the Best glory, regardless of what trash you are holding the wins over, it is now my time to bring you back to earth. To strike you down viciously, and leave you gasping for air, with all you supposed fans watching in shock. Watching as I pick you back up, and drop you back down to the mat again and again, over and over until you literally have to beg for me to stop.
"Like I said, Chris, I've been waiting for this match for a very long time. Ever since you fucked over my first meeting with James, I've wanted the chance to rip your head off. And I knew that in time it would come. In time I would get the opportunity to sit by and listen to you boast about how good you think you are, throw your praises at yourself, and try and denounce me as the true heir to the APW title.
"The trick now, is how do you denounce me when your mouth is filled with blood. How do you make me out to be the worst, when you can't even lift a finger. How do you stop a Loose Cannon.
"The short answer?
"You can't.
"Which is why I'll be standing at the end of the night, holding my APW Heavyweight title high in the air, proving to everyone that it should have mine all along.
"And it doesn't matter how awesome you think you are. It doesn't matter how many free trips to hell you're going to give out. All that matters, is that I am going to win the match.
"Whether you like it or not."
Rico: Rabbi?
(The man looks up and a slight smile crosses his face as he lowers the magazine.)
Rabbi: Well, well, well, if it isn't Rico Casteel. What's it been? Ten, eleven years?
Rico: About that.
Rabbi: Good to know you didn't rot away in jail.
Rico: I guess that's a plus.
Rabbi: So what brings you by, big man?
Rico: Well, Rabbi...
Rabbi: That's Rappin' Rabbi.
Rico: Rapping Rabbi?
Rabbi: No 'g', Rappin'.
(Rico gives the Rabbi a blank stare before shaking his head.)
Rico: Anyways, I thought that you could lend a hand, give me some sage advice. The last time I was here you helped me prepare for my fight ten years ago and, well, I've got a similar bug to squash this time around.
Rabbi: Ah, yes, I remember that. You killed that man, didn't you?
(A sick smile crosses Rico's face as he chuckles to himself.)
Rabbi: I'll take that as a yes. In any case, what makes you think that I can help you out again?
Rico: Because you said that exact same thing last time I was here.
(The Rabbi gives him an odd look.)
Rabbi: What the hell are you? An elephant?
Rico: Cut the shit, Eli...
(The Rabbi looks insulted at the use of his given name.)
Rabbi: So, you're looking to kill someone again? That's it?
Rico: Not quite.
Rabbi: Then what? What can I help you with?
(Another smile crosses Rico's face.)
Rico: I want your help, because I want to win the APW Heavyweight title.
Rabbi: What the hell is that?
Rico: It's the federation I work for. It's the title that should have been mine all along, the title that they are trying to steal from me. The general manager, Reginald, he's afraid of what I could do at the top of the pyramid. He's afraid of what I'm capable of. So he lies to himself about who should rightfully be named the champion. And I want to show him that all of this, all of his tricks, we for naught.
(The Rabbi stares at Rico for a moment.)
Rabbi: Geez, you've got some anger boiling up there. You sure you're not looking to kill another person?
Rico: You know, maybe I was wrong. Maybe you can't help anyone anymore.
Rabbi: Now wait a minute.
(The Rabbi sits forward in his seat.)
Rico: No, no, you're right. I should just go home and stop wasting everyone's time. Stop wasting your time.
Rabbi: Now hold on there, Rico. I can still help you out so just calm the fuck down, man.
Rico: You sure? Or is this just another lie?
Rabbi: Now wait a minute, man, I never lied to you. When did I ever lie to you, you fucking piece of shit.
Rico: Did I strike a nerve?
Rabbi: You damn well did. You know damn well that I never lie to anyone. I tell shit like it is.
Rico: Yet you told me that you don't think you could help me. That seems like quite the lie right there.
Rabbi: Well, what the hell did you want me to say? Last time I helped you, you killed a guy. I don't want you to fuck someone else up, and have me implicated as some sort of accomplice or something.
Rico: Well, did you get implicated last time?
(Rabbi glares at Rico.)
Rabbi: You already know that I was asked questions about everything after you slipped my name to your trainer. That shit wasn't cool man.
Rico: Well, if it makes you feel any better. I promise I want dime you out.
Rabbi: That's what you said last time. Who's the liar now, eh?
Rico: Are you going to help me or not?
(The Rabbi cracks a smile as he gets up from his seat and clumsily tries to clamber over his desk. After several moments of struggling, the Rabbi manages to make it across, shaking his head.)
Rabbi: Gotta clean this fucking place up a bit.
Rico: Are you going to help me or not?
Rabbi: Don't rush me, don't rush me. Who are you fighting?
Rico: Chris Cyrus.
(The Rabbi nods and moves past Rico out of the room and into the hall, the Loose Cannon following.)
Rabbi: Never heard of him. He tough?
Rico: Not really. He's kind of a push over anyways.
Rabbi: Then why do you need my help? If he's a push over, you should have no problem setting him aside.
Rico: I don't really need your help to beat him like that. I need your help to get me in the zone. Whatever you did last time, it worked well for me. It got me pumped up to fight.
Rabbi: And you killed the guy.
Rico: When are you going to let that go?
Rabbi: I'm just saying.
Rico: So let's get down to work.
(The two men enter into what looks to be a gym, with weight lifting equipment set up and a ring in the center of it all. Rico nods his head.)
Rabbi: How about right now?
Rico: Sounds good. And when I win the title, I'll make sure to give you credit. I'll make sure that you get a shout out at the award ceremony.
Rabbi: There's going to be a ceremony.
Rico: You're still as dumb as ever, aren't you.
Rabbi: Who said I was a dumb ass. And besides, if I'm a dumb ass, what does that make you, coming here, seeking my help in all of this.
Rico: Who's the dumb ass that calls themselves the Rappin' Rabbi?
Rabbi: Shalom.
Rico: What the hell is that?
Rabbi: Its my catchphrase. You know, people say word or...
Rico: I don't even want to know.
(Rico gives the Rabbi a stern look before shaking his head as the scene fades to black.)
"Cyrus, I am going to give you one little bit advice. You shouldn't be so worried about The Gambler or Bobby Bodacious this week. The fact that your mind is finding them to be as important to talk about as me, well, that's a sign that you aren't taking this match as seriously as you should. You aren't believing that this could be and will be your last chance at the APW Heavyweight title. You will be stopped.
"By me.
"I'm sure you remember where all of this hate stems from. What caused all of this anger to boil for so long. That night, so many months ago, when you stuck your nose into my business, into my first match against James Chambers. That was when the real hatred of you began and it never stopped growing since. And no matter how hard you try to squash it, that hatred, that anger, is going to fuel me to reach the heights that I know I can reach.
"And that's what makes this week that much better.
"I'll admit, I hate the fact that I am being forced to defend the title that I should never have had to defend. I hate the fact that after everything I have been through, after waiting out pointless matches between you and Chambers, I still have to put my title up on the line. But I have to find some sort of pleasure in this match. I have to find some sort of...resolve to make this evening one to truly remember. And the chance to get some revenge against you, to make you pay for getting involved, well, that is just what I need.
"Add to that the tag team match you speak so highly of, and this night is starting to look more and more like an excellent evening for the Loose Cannon. Because even though you managed to score the win, you still managed to score the win, and that never saw well with me. That never settled with me. Knowing that Chris Cyrus swooped in and stole the victory. Stole my chance to rub it in Chambers' face.
"Retaining the title is just half of the reward.
"Yes, I said retaining. Because as much as you like to lie to yourself about me not being the champion, I am. I was the number one contender and the first man that I was pitted against, a man who said that he could beat me and lay claim to the title, well I beat him in the middle of that ring and left him realizing the truth about it all. That Rico Casteel is the real deal. The real champion. The true King of the Asylum.
"And everyone who says otherwise will get wiped off the face of the earth. Eliminated from contention before they can even step foot into a title match against me.
"Lucky for you, you managed to make the match before I was able to get my hands on you. Reginald managed to hold his cards close to his chest, just long enough to let you escape with your life. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about the past. You don't want to hear about what happened and how I feel about you, do you, Cyrus?
"No, you want to focus on the future. On how you're going to win my title when everything is said and done. But all of that, it's all a lie. It's all a farce, because that's not how this story is going to end. There will be no Chris Cyrus rallying the troops, walking into the sunset with his head held high, oh no. There will be no redemption at your two prior losses...
"Two.
"Funny how you figure you can win the title now, after having failed to win it twice. Funny how you figure you can take home Old Glory after so many failed attempts. You likened yourself to me, but we both know that is a horseshit comparison. That's like Jason Kash comparing himself to Level One. It just doesn't happen. Because while you have had two chances to win this title, I have had one. And while you have had two chances, you were beaten both of those times out. While me? My one chance to actually win this title came in a triple threat match where I was never pinned, never submitted and never knocked out for the ten count.
"I had both my Suicidal title and MY World title stolen from me. And now you think that you are going to be successful because someone else holds it? Because James Chambers is no where to be seen? Well, let me share a little story with you, Chris. There was only one man in the Asylum that James Chambers feared more than his mother, and that man was me. He might not have outright admitted it, but his eyes spoke volumes. His eyes told the story that he was too afraid to let go. And I'm not making that up. You can look back at every bit of tape from matches that he and I were involved in and you can see the fear leaping.
"So what makes you think you're better than him?
"Obviously you're not physically better or you would have beaten him, right? Have you stolen his fans? Are we going to turn this into some sort of finger pointing, paint by numbers diagram where you lay out your entire plot? Because that's the only way someone like you could make me believe you were actually better than James Chambers. Like I said last week, I might have loathed the man for all that he did to run from defending that title against me, but at least I know that he was the second best wrestler in this place.
"Behind me of course.
"You might be a decorated APW Megastar, but when it comes to the Asylum, you haven't done anything to shake a stick at. You haven't done anything to make me see you as anything more than the piece of shit you are. You list your titles like they mean something, when you and I both know that they hold no water. After all, the last belt you tried to capture was the Xtreme title. The fucking Xtreme belt, and you couldn't even get that job done. And we all know that Diamante Valentine is far inferior to Rico Casteel. Which is why I consider everything you've done up until now to be pointless. Meaningless. Useless. Not even worth repeating, that's how irrelevant all of it is.
"Just like you're undefeated streak at Test For the Best. Because at some point, everyone claims to be undefeated, and at that same time, someone comes in and changes all of that. Now that you have come out and stated your claim to Test For the Best glory, regardless of what trash you are holding the wins over, it is now my time to bring you back to earth. To strike you down viciously, and leave you gasping for air, with all you supposed fans watching in shock. Watching as I pick you back up, and drop you back down to the mat again and again, over and over until you literally have to beg for me to stop.
"Like I said, Chris, I've been waiting for this match for a very long time. Ever since you fucked over my first meeting with James, I've wanted the chance to rip your head off. And I knew that in time it would come. In time I would get the opportunity to sit by and listen to you boast about how good you think you are, throw your praises at yourself, and try and denounce me as the true heir to the APW title.
"The trick now, is how do you denounce me when your mouth is filled with blood. How do you make me out to be the worst, when you can't even lift a finger. How do you stop a Loose Cannon.
"The short answer?
"You can't.
"Which is why I'll be standing at the end of the night, holding my APW Heavyweight title high in the air, proving to everyone that it should have mine all along.
"And it doesn't matter how awesome you think you are. It doesn't matter how many free trips to hell you're going to give out. All that matters, is that I am going to win the match.
"Whether you like it or not."
