Post by C.J. Gates on Jul 16, 2011 21:56:50 GMT -4
The scene begins to open inside of a gym where Rico Casteel can be seen working over a punching bag with heavy fists. Beside him on a bench rests a black duffel bag with the APW Heavyweight title resting on top. As he punches away, a slow applause can be heard moving towards him.
Voice: Well done, I say, well done, champ.
From off screen Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III walks into the picture, clapping his hands together.
Colonel: I knew you could do it, son. I knew you had it in you to take home the title. After all, what did I say when I found you?
Rico stops punching the bag and looks over at the Colonel.
Rico: You said that you would get me the World title.
Colonel: And I'd say I held up my end of the bargain.
The Colonel steps over to the bench and picks up the Heavyweight title, holding it in his hands with a smile on his face.
Rico: Well, I am the champion, but I don't know if I can say that you got it for me.
Colonel: Semantics, I'd say.
Rico: If anything, a few old friends helped me more than you did. After all, you weren't the one that was helping me out in the weeks leading up to Test for the Best.
Colonel: Well, I would have, boy, but I was...predisposed.
Rico smirks and shakes his head.
Rico: Whatever the reason is, you weren't around. And therefore, I think that means you didn't pull through your end of the deal. So, I guess that means that you and I are done, doesn't it.
Colonel: Now hold on, I say, hold on there boy. No need to get so hasty. It worked out in the end for you, didn't it? Why don't we let bygones by bygones and just pretend like it worked out the way that I said it would.
Rico: We could.
The Colonel smiles and puts the title back on top of the bag.
Rico: But I really don't want to.
Colonel: Oh, that's just not right.
Rico: Why not? You haven't done anything. If anything you've been more like Caleb than you have an actual business manager.
Colonel: Oh, that's even worse. How can you say that about me, son? Back in my day, a young gun said that to an elder, and they would have gotten smacked upside the head.
Rico: You want to smack me?
Rico steps toward the Colonel with a smile.
Rico: Go for it. I dare you. Swing at me, old man. Give me your best shot.
The Colonel takes a step back.
Colonel: After all I did to get you ready for your matches, this is how you're gonna treat me? Like some common...peasant? Is that how you treat your elders? Wasn't it me who got you ready for your tag match against Chambers?
Rico: Yes, but you also forgot to take away Busey's knives.
Colonel: Not that tag match, the other one. Where you won.
Rico: Where Cyrus won.
Colonel: A win is a win, son. Start thinking like that and you'll be better off.
Rico: Better off? I'm the fucking World Heavyweight champion, how much better off can I get?
Colonel: Dual champion? Longest reigning champion? So much more left in your tank that you've gotta realize.
Rico: I realize what I'm capable of, old man. I know that I am capable of tearing this entire place apart. And I also know that I will tear it apart. It's only a matter of time.
Colonel: Then keep me around and we'll get there together. There is so much more that I have to offer you! You should, I say, you should think more before you act, because I can take you to the top! To the top of Overdrive! To the top of APW!
Rico snarls at the Colonel and shakes his head in disgust.
Rico: You want to take me to the top? You already tried that. It took the guidance of a fucking non-kosher rapping Rabbi to get my head on straight to win the title. Not some recipe for delicious breaded chicken.
Colonel: I'm telling you, I've got more ideas, more wisdom. Just reconsider.
Rico chuckles right in the Colonel's face.
Rico: I'll see you around, Colonel.
Rico walks past the Colonel and picks up his bag and title, walking toward the door.
Colonel: At the very least, consider if over this week while you destroy the hopes of the new blood. I've got plans for you!
Rico doesn't turn around and continues walking out the door as the scene fades to black.
"You would think that by now, people would understand who I am. You would think that with all that I have done, they would realize what I am all about. What I am capable of doing. But instead, we get supposed man after man running their mouths about how I am nothing. About how I'm a waste of space and how I am nothing more than a placeholder for the future.
"And it's fucking annoying because they're all wrong. Because even though I continuously tell them the reality of it all, how I am the top dog and how I am at the top of the food chain, they are still in denial about it all. They still act as though each and everyone of them can suddenly fart out a victory over me. That now that I'm at the top and have the largest target on my back, I have nothing left going for me. Nothing left to work with.
"Fucking pathetic.
"But they'll learn. All of them will soon learn. From Jason Kash who still thinks he can beat me, to Nathaniel Havok who finds me to be a sorry excuse for a human being, to even BDC whos convinced he already has my title won. All of them will learn soon enough that they are the giant wastes. That they are the pathetic excuses for actual competitors.
"The beauty of the situation? Is that for every single person who doubts me, who thinks they can do better than me, I get the pleasure of pounding the truth into them. I get the pleasure of tearing them limb from limb, of leaving them battered and bruised inside of the ring, for everyone to see, while I stand over them. Smiling.
"And that begins this week.
"That begins the same week as my official reign begins. And it begins with the supposed saviors of the severely lackluster tag team division. The supposed juice that will be injected into the division to give everyone a reason to fight, a reason to live. Because everyone wants to slap around Sally and Havok around.
"But I get the first chance. I get to have that duo fed to me on a silver platter. And not because they deserve to have their first match as a team against the World champion, no, I'm being put up against them because Reginald is hoping he can wipe me offthe face of the planet. Because Reginald is afraid of what he knows I will do.
"That is for another time, though, because this week, there is the task of disposing of the garbage. Of proving my wealth. Of proving my wrath.
"First let me start with the weak link on his own team, Nathaniel Havok. You see, Havok, you've got this problem. This constant problem where you think you're the biggest thing going, where you think you've got nothing against you, no black mark. When in reality, you are far from that. You are so far away from the top of the mountain, but you don't even realize it. High off of whatever it is you've decided to smoke that makes you see demons, your mind is so fucked up, so turned around, that you can't see straight.
"Of course, you'll have some sort of retort, because that's what you do. You spout off until somebody forcefully shuts you up. Until someone drives a fist down your throat so you can't say another word.
"Though I have to give you credit, Nate, you have done the one thing that no one else has touched. You've gone so low, that you've begun to nitpick at my name. Because, you know, Nathaniel Havok is so scary. Because the man who likes to think he's hot shit and a total bad ass, is about as much of a bad ass as a four eyed kid with a nosebleed. And yet you make jokes about my name? About how I'm named Rico?
"Wrong move on that one Nathan, definitely a wrong move, but not one that I didn't expect you to make. Afterall, you wouldn't know any better, because you're far too busy chasing down fictitious beings with no hope of an end that will do you any good.
"Of course, that's not why we're here, right? We're here because you and your new partner are trying to make your mark against the World champion and his self-promoted number one contender. But the two of you will fail. The two of you will come up on the losing end. The two of you will be made a mockery by each and every tag team going.
"Perfect if you ask me.
"Almost a fitting beginning to Sally Talfourd's time in the Asylum. In my Asylum. And as a little word to you, Sally, as long as you remember that you don't run shit here, and that this is my show, then you and I will have very little to worry about. As long as you continue to scrap the bottom of the barrell with those tag team titles, I have no problem with you try to dominate the lower ranks. But that's as far as you will go.
"I'm sure you don't believe me. Much like Havok, you're lost in your own world, thinking you're the best thing going. Thinking you're unstoppable. And you know what? Fine, think that. Continue to believe that you are untouchable. It will just make the win so much better. I remember when Jason Kash was saying he'd mop the floor with me, and instead, I turned that Mr. Clean son of a bitch into dust. Chris Cyrus thought he'd win and he ended up on the losing end.
"I'm sure you are better than those two combined, Sally, but you're definitely not better than me. Far from it. You might think you are, but as you'll see this weekend, when we step into the ring with each other for the first time, I am more than just the bodyguard I started out as. I am more than just the yes man that you all thought I was.
"I'm a killer.
"I'm a warrior.
"I'm the fucking King of the Asylum.
"And there is nothing you can do to change that. Even if you win this week, it will be because of BDC rather than because of me. And even then, there's no bearing to it. The two of you will still be seen as complete jokes. After all, it's the tag team division, nothing really special about it. Not like being the APW Heavyweight champion.
"Essentially? The two of you are fucked and I hope you can both lose graciously.
"As for you BDC...well, let's just say that if you want a shot at my title, you're going to have to earn it. You are going to have to prove that you deserve to be the number one contender. And right now?
"Right now you're far from that.
"I'll see the three of you inside of my Asylum.
"Inside of my kingdom."
Voice: Well done, I say, well done, champ.
From off screen Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine III walks into the picture, clapping his hands together.
Colonel: I knew you could do it, son. I knew you had it in you to take home the title. After all, what did I say when I found you?
Rico stops punching the bag and looks over at the Colonel.
Rico: You said that you would get me the World title.
Colonel: And I'd say I held up my end of the bargain.
The Colonel steps over to the bench and picks up the Heavyweight title, holding it in his hands with a smile on his face.
Rico: Well, I am the champion, but I don't know if I can say that you got it for me.
Colonel: Semantics, I'd say.
Rico: If anything, a few old friends helped me more than you did. After all, you weren't the one that was helping me out in the weeks leading up to Test for the Best.
Colonel: Well, I would have, boy, but I was...predisposed.
Rico smirks and shakes his head.
Rico: Whatever the reason is, you weren't around. And therefore, I think that means you didn't pull through your end of the deal. So, I guess that means that you and I are done, doesn't it.
Colonel: Now hold on, I say, hold on there boy. No need to get so hasty. It worked out in the end for you, didn't it? Why don't we let bygones by bygones and just pretend like it worked out the way that I said it would.
Rico: We could.
The Colonel smiles and puts the title back on top of the bag.
Rico: But I really don't want to.
Colonel: Oh, that's just not right.
Rico: Why not? You haven't done anything. If anything you've been more like Caleb than you have an actual business manager.
Colonel: Oh, that's even worse. How can you say that about me, son? Back in my day, a young gun said that to an elder, and they would have gotten smacked upside the head.
Rico: You want to smack me?
Rico steps toward the Colonel with a smile.
Rico: Go for it. I dare you. Swing at me, old man. Give me your best shot.
The Colonel takes a step back.
Colonel: After all I did to get you ready for your matches, this is how you're gonna treat me? Like some common...peasant? Is that how you treat your elders? Wasn't it me who got you ready for your tag match against Chambers?
Rico: Yes, but you also forgot to take away Busey's knives.
Colonel: Not that tag match, the other one. Where you won.
Rico: Where Cyrus won.
Colonel: A win is a win, son. Start thinking like that and you'll be better off.
Rico: Better off? I'm the fucking World Heavyweight champion, how much better off can I get?
Colonel: Dual champion? Longest reigning champion? So much more left in your tank that you've gotta realize.
Rico: I realize what I'm capable of, old man. I know that I am capable of tearing this entire place apart. And I also know that I will tear it apart. It's only a matter of time.
Colonel: Then keep me around and we'll get there together. There is so much more that I have to offer you! You should, I say, you should think more before you act, because I can take you to the top! To the top of Overdrive! To the top of APW!
Rico snarls at the Colonel and shakes his head in disgust.
Rico: You want to take me to the top? You already tried that. It took the guidance of a fucking non-kosher rapping Rabbi to get my head on straight to win the title. Not some recipe for delicious breaded chicken.
Colonel: I'm telling you, I've got more ideas, more wisdom. Just reconsider.
Rico chuckles right in the Colonel's face.
Rico: I'll see you around, Colonel.
Rico walks past the Colonel and picks up his bag and title, walking toward the door.
Colonel: At the very least, consider if over this week while you destroy the hopes of the new blood. I've got plans for you!
Rico doesn't turn around and continues walking out the door as the scene fades to black.
"You would think that by now, people would understand who I am. You would think that with all that I have done, they would realize what I am all about. What I am capable of doing. But instead, we get supposed man after man running their mouths about how I am nothing. About how I'm a waste of space and how I am nothing more than a placeholder for the future.
"And it's fucking annoying because they're all wrong. Because even though I continuously tell them the reality of it all, how I am the top dog and how I am at the top of the food chain, they are still in denial about it all. They still act as though each and everyone of them can suddenly fart out a victory over me. That now that I'm at the top and have the largest target on my back, I have nothing left going for me. Nothing left to work with.
"Fucking pathetic.
"But they'll learn. All of them will soon learn. From Jason Kash who still thinks he can beat me, to Nathaniel Havok who finds me to be a sorry excuse for a human being, to even BDC whos convinced he already has my title won. All of them will learn soon enough that they are the giant wastes. That they are the pathetic excuses for actual competitors.
"The beauty of the situation? Is that for every single person who doubts me, who thinks they can do better than me, I get the pleasure of pounding the truth into them. I get the pleasure of tearing them limb from limb, of leaving them battered and bruised inside of the ring, for everyone to see, while I stand over them. Smiling.
"And that begins this week.
"That begins the same week as my official reign begins. And it begins with the supposed saviors of the severely lackluster tag team division. The supposed juice that will be injected into the division to give everyone a reason to fight, a reason to live. Because everyone wants to slap around Sally and Havok around.
"But I get the first chance. I get to have that duo fed to me on a silver platter. And not because they deserve to have their first match as a team against the World champion, no, I'm being put up against them because Reginald is hoping he can wipe me offthe face of the planet. Because Reginald is afraid of what he knows I will do.
"That is for another time, though, because this week, there is the task of disposing of the garbage. Of proving my wealth. Of proving my wrath.
"First let me start with the weak link on his own team, Nathaniel Havok. You see, Havok, you've got this problem. This constant problem where you think you're the biggest thing going, where you think you've got nothing against you, no black mark. When in reality, you are far from that. You are so far away from the top of the mountain, but you don't even realize it. High off of whatever it is you've decided to smoke that makes you see demons, your mind is so fucked up, so turned around, that you can't see straight.
"Of course, you'll have some sort of retort, because that's what you do. You spout off until somebody forcefully shuts you up. Until someone drives a fist down your throat so you can't say another word.
"Though I have to give you credit, Nate, you have done the one thing that no one else has touched. You've gone so low, that you've begun to nitpick at my name. Because, you know, Nathaniel Havok is so scary. Because the man who likes to think he's hot shit and a total bad ass, is about as much of a bad ass as a four eyed kid with a nosebleed. And yet you make jokes about my name? About how I'm named Rico?
"Wrong move on that one Nathan, definitely a wrong move, but not one that I didn't expect you to make. Afterall, you wouldn't know any better, because you're far too busy chasing down fictitious beings with no hope of an end that will do you any good.
"Of course, that's not why we're here, right? We're here because you and your new partner are trying to make your mark against the World champion and his self-promoted number one contender. But the two of you will fail. The two of you will come up on the losing end. The two of you will be made a mockery by each and every tag team going.
"Perfect if you ask me.
"Almost a fitting beginning to Sally Talfourd's time in the Asylum. In my Asylum. And as a little word to you, Sally, as long as you remember that you don't run shit here, and that this is my show, then you and I will have very little to worry about. As long as you continue to scrap the bottom of the barrell with those tag team titles, I have no problem with you try to dominate the lower ranks. But that's as far as you will go.
"I'm sure you don't believe me. Much like Havok, you're lost in your own world, thinking you're the best thing going. Thinking you're unstoppable. And you know what? Fine, think that. Continue to believe that you are untouchable. It will just make the win so much better. I remember when Jason Kash was saying he'd mop the floor with me, and instead, I turned that Mr. Clean son of a bitch into dust. Chris Cyrus thought he'd win and he ended up on the losing end.
"I'm sure you are better than those two combined, Sally, but you're definitely not better than me. Far from it. You might think you are, but as you'll see this weekend, when we step into the ring with each other for the first time, I am more than just the bodyguard I started out as. I am more than just the yes man that you all thought I was.
"I'm a killer.
"I'm a warrior.
"I'm the fucking King of the Asylum.
"And there is nothing you can do to change that. Even if you win this week, it will be because of BDC rather than because of me. And even then, there's no bearing to it. The two of you will still be seen as complete jokes. After all, it's the tag team division, nothing really special about it. Not like being the APW Heavyweight champion.
"Essentially? The two of you are fucked and I hope you can both lose graciously.
"As for you BDC...well, let's just say that if you want a shot at my title, you're going to have to earn it. You are going to have to prove that you deserve to be the number one contender. And right now?
"Right now you're far from that.
"I'll see the three of you inside of my Asylum.
"Inside of my kingdom."
