Post by C.J. Gates on Sept 24, 2011 13:11:36 GMT -4
"He talks a lot of trash."
The scene opens up with a shot of Johnny Brown, frozen, on a television monitor. The shot is from earlier this week, when Johnny Brown visited the old locker room area in the abandoned building.
"At least he backs it up."
"Does he?"
"He's a champion, is he not?"
"Yes, but he's a champion of a title that no one really wants."
"He seemed to want it. And Kash wanted it to when he had it."
"Yes, but everyone is always looking to bigger things. They are always looking to the next title that they can get their hands on. Jason Kash really wanted the Xtreme title. And my title. In the back of his mind, he's happy that he lost to Johnny Brown."
"I don't know about that. Can't think of anyone that would be happy losing to that guy."
"Well, I guess the happiness came after Kash defeated him in the battle royal."
"True. So now you have to put up with him in Japan."
"Yes. Yes I do."
The sound of footsteps can be heard echoing throughout a room.
"And you've got to put up with Johnny in Hawaii."
There is no response, just more footsteps echoing throughout the room.
"Seems like you have your hands full."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way. The more people I can punish, the more peasants I can crush and put in their place, the better. We can't have everyone trying to rise up, now can we? Have to cut the rebellion off at the head, and if Kash and Brown want to be considered that rebellion, then so be it."
"What about the others?"
"Fodder. Jesters. Nothing more than space fillers to satisfy my violent tendencies. Nothing to be truly worried about, at least not at the moment."
"Though Branden Harvey seems to think he's got himself a real chance."
The sound of laughter can be heard, the camera still trained on the television.
"He had his chance and he failed. Now he's entered into a crusade to up end the kingdom of Overdrive. He's realized that he has no chance in my world, in my kingdom. In my Asylum."
"He could surprise you..."
"He WON'T surprise me. I trust you that. I'll be watching each of those qualifying matches so that I can see the punks that are being thrown my way. The peasants that think they have what it takes to sit on my throne."
The sound of a door opening can be heard.
"Who, I say, who are you talking to son?"
A light is turned on, giving more light to the room, as the camera pulls back from the television monitor. APW World Heavyweight champion Rico Casteel can be seen pacing the room a few feet in front of the monitor, while Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third stands in the doorway wearing his mustard colored suit.
"Just getting my thoughts in line before Sunday."
"Well, hurry up. Or did you forget that you've got a training session coming up, son."
"Oh, I didn't forget. I never forget."
"Good. Wrap it up so we can get going, alright?"
Colonel backs out of the room, closing the door behind him as Rico simply smiles while the scene fades to black.
"You're living in a dream world, Johnny, and it's about time you woke up.
"It's about time that you realized that in APW, the people of my kingdom, of my Asylum, don't run by their own clocks. They don't get to make their own agendas. They might think they do, just like you do, Johnny, but they don't. Because in the end, I am the one with the final say, I am the one with the power of the veto, I am the one with the iron fist that will come crashing down on whoever decides to step out of line.
"Sure, there are some underlings that think they can do whatever they want, but those are just the fools. The entertainment. The wastes that keep a smile on my face with their antics. The likes of Branden Harvey who think they actually stand a chance in the ring against me. The Tommy Knoxville's who are nothing more than the yes men for the tag team champions. The Jade Jaro's who simply have no really purpose around here, save for creating a bit of tension between partners.
"You are trying to break free of that, aren't you Johnny? You are trying to make a name for yourself on my time, in my ring. But to do so, you need to do the one thing that you have been so against since day one. You have to do the one thing that I don't think you are capable of actually doing.
"You need to see the reality of the situation. The reality of my Kingdom.
"And not the Madok Mortalis definition of reality, but mine. You need to start to get it through your head that as long as I hold the World Heavyweight title, Asylum is mine. That ring you wrestle in is mine. The title you hold, is mine. The fans you play to, are mine, even if they hate me. Reginald might be the figure head who makes all the matches, but ultimately, the APW's Asylum is the property of Rico Casteel.
"With that said, I've never been shy about allowing people to earn a right to face me. I've never been against defending my title when the opportunity arises. It's just...I'd prefer if those defenses came against those that deserve them. And you, True Brit, aren't quite deserving just yet. Sure, there is still a window for it, but not now, even though you continue to flap your gums like you are owed something. Like the federations you've been apart of in the past actually matter.
"But they don't. I'm not old school where I think you need to shake a hand and introduce yourself to everyone, but I am of the mind that, regardless of what you've done in the past, you need to earn your title shots in your current home. And yes, I'd be saying the same thing to a certain someone if I was on the Overdrive side of things. You're on your way, Johnny, but you still come up short in facing the King for his title and his throne. In fact, you could even say that you're short enough to kiss my feet...
"Regardless, you're on your way, though unfortunately, it won't happen overnight. Because as good as you think you are, Johnny, I'm sure you have realized that you'll be watching the Extreme Elimination Chamber from the outside while I tear each and every one of those supposed worthy challengers limb from limb. Though, like I said last week, I wouldn't mind it if you stepped into that chamber with all of us. I wouldn't mind if you could get the opportunity to have the shit kicked out of you just like all the fools who flap their gums.
"That is then, however, and right now, we have the next edition of my Asylum to look forward to.
"Let it be known, Johnny, that I don't hang onto that one match ten years ago. Let it also be known that you're appearance in that locker room...well, it didn't do anything that you probably hoped it would. As I said last week, had you actually done the research and actually spent the time to figure out what kind of shit storm you were walking into, you would know that I never mentioned what happened to get me kicked out of the MMA cage until Test for the Best when I destroyed Chris Cyrus for the title. You would also understand that I only brought it back up, to teach your fucking immigrant ass the truth about who I was, since you liked to smudge the lines oh so well.
"I've read my bio, don't worry about that. In fact, I wrote my bio so I know full well that it says I don't have the most book smarts going, a fact I won't deny. You see, John, there are people who can learn on their feet, people who don't need a degree or a fancy robe to show the world they are smart. People like me. Sure, you don't by it now, but soon you will. Soon you will realize what I mean when I say that the street smarts I picked up in my youth have taught me everything that I know. Might not have taught me to do the right thing and stay away from the obvious insults and cliches, but it did enough to bring me to my current height, to my APW World Heavyweight title, and to the moment in my career where I get to make an English fuck beg me to stop the pain.
"You pride yourself on being able to find the flaw in my armor, that weakness that you can exploit, but you truly don't know what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into. You still haven't realized that you aren't just fighting some piece of trash like Jason Kash for a title that really don't matter. You're fighting the man you called a monster, the Loose Cannon and King of the Asylum, and the only thing at stake is your life.
"Don't believe me? Ask around.
"Go find those people whose names mean nothing to you and ask them how it felt to fight me. Go ask Delilah how it felt to have her face smashed in with my fists and a lead pipe. Go ask Branden Harvey how it felt to have the shit kicked out of him for a good half hour. Go ask James Chambers the REAL reason why he left APW.
"You want to be considered as a contender for my title? Then yes, you do have to earn it, and a win against me would probably vault you to the spot that sits right behind your good buddy Jason Kash. The only thing is, True Brit, a win for you is simply not in the cards. You pulling out all the stops, finding my weakness and unveiling your Kryptonite to me, that's not going to happen.
"Because that's not reality.
"In reality, Johnny, shit stains like you learn their place, and shit stains like you remain in their place. You might think of yourself as the next big thing in APW, as the future of the Asylum, but after I'm through with you, and after you've finally succumb to kissing my feet inside of my ring, you will realize that you have a long way to go before you can get close to being the future.
"As a word of advice though, Johnny, don't trouble yourself with the Colonel or the Rabbi. Don't worry about the comedic circus that I can't seem to lose. Don't worry about them because they aren't the ones fighting in the match. Don't worry about them, because they aren't the Loose Cannon's, they aren't the ones that fight with reckless abandon.
"They are simply my royal advisers. The ones that try and give me guidance.
"But as you and I both know, Johnny, a King doesn't always have to listen to his advisers.
"And most of the time, I rarely do.
"So come Sunday, Johnny, I will most definitely see you inside of my ring, after you've walked down my ramp, in front of my fans. And on that night one thing will be perfectly clear.
"You will finally have learned all you needed to know to accept yourself in my Kingdom of Madness."
The scene opens up with a shot of Johnny Brown, frozen, on a television monitor. The shot is from earlier this week, when Johnny Brown visited the old locker room area in the abandoned building.
"At least he backs it up."
"Does he?"
"He's a champion, is he not?"
"Yes, but he's a champion of a title that no one really wants."
"He seemed to want it. And Kash wanted it to when he had it."
"Yes, but everyone is always looking to bigger things. They are always looking to the next title that they can get their hands on. Jason Kash really wanted the Xtreme title. And my title. In the back of his mind, he's happy that he lost to Johnny Brown."
"I don't know about that. Can't think of anyone that would be happy losing to that guy."
"Well, I guess the happiness came after Kash defeated him in the battle royal."
"True. So now you have to put up with him in Japan."
"Yes. Yes I do."
The sound of footsteps can be heard echoing throughout a room.
"And you've got to put up with Johnny in Hawaii."
There is no response, just more footsteps echoing throughout the room.
"Seems like you have your hands full."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way. The more people I can punish, the more peasants I can crush and put in their place, the better. We can't have everyone trying to rise up, now can we? Have to cut the rebellion off at the head, and if Kash and Brown want to be considered that rebellion, then so be it."
"What about the others?"
"Fodder. Jesters. Nothing more than space fillers to satisfy my violent tendencies. Nothing to be truly worried about, at least not at the moment."
"Though Branden Harvey seems to think he's got himself a real chance."
The sound of laughter can be heard, the camera still trained on the television.
"He had his chance and he failed. Now he's entered into a crusade to up end the kingdom of Overdrive. He's realized that he has no chance in my world, in my kingdom. In my Asylum."
"He could surprise you..."
"He WON'T surprise me. I trust you that. I'll be watching each of those qualifying matches so that I can see the punks that are being thrown my way. The peasants that think they have what it takes to sit on my throne."
The sound of a door opening can be heard.
"Who, I say, who are you talking to son?"
A light is turned on, giving more light to the room, as the camera pulls back from the television monitor. APW World Heavyweight champion Rico Casteel can be seen pacing the room a few feet in front of the monitor, while Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third stands in the doorway wearing his mustard colored suit.
"Just getting my thoughts in line before Sunday."
"Well, hurry up. Or did you forget that you've got a training session coming up, son."
"Oh, I didn't forget. I never forget."
"Good. Wrap it up so we can get going, alright?"
Colonel backs out of the room, closing the door behind him as Rico simply smiles while the scene fades to black.
"You're living in a dream world, Johnny, and it's about time you woke up.
"It's about time that you realized that in APW, the people of my kingdom, of my Asylum, don't run by their own clocks. They don't get to make their own agendas. They might think they do, just like you do, Johnny, but they don't. Because in the end, I am the one with the final say, I am the one with the power of the veto, I am the one with the iron fist that will come crashing down on whoever decides to step out of line.
"Sure, there are some underlings that think they can do whatever they want, but those are just the fools. The entertainment. The wastes that keep a smile on my face with their antics. The likes of Branden Harvey who think they actually stand a chance in the ring against me. The Tommy Knoxville's who are nothing more than the yes men for the tag team champions. The Jade Jaro's who simply have no really purpose around here, save for creating a bit of tension between partners.
"You are trying to break free of that, aren't you Johnny? You are trying to make a name for yourself on my time, in my ring. But to do so, you need to do the one thing that you have been so against since day one. You have to do the one thing that I don't think you are capable of actually doing.
"You need to see the reality of the situation. The reality of my Kingdom.
"And not the Madok Mortalis definition of reality, but mine. You need to start to get it through your head that as long as I hold the World Heavyweight title, Asylum is mine. That ring you wrestle in is mine. The title you hold, is mine. The fans you play to, are mine, even if they hate me. Reginald might be the figure head who makes all the matches, but ultimately, the APW's Asylum is the property of Rico Casteel.
"With that said, I've never been shy about allowing people to earn a right to face me. I've never been against defending my title when the opportunity arises. It's just...I'd prefer if those defenses came against those that deserve them. And you, True Brit, aren't quite deserving just yet. Sure, there is still a window for it, but not now, even though you continue to flap your gums like you are owed something. Like the federations you've been apart of in the past actually matter.
"But they don't. I'm not old school where I think you need to shake a hand and introduce yourself to everyone, but I am of the mind that, regardless of what you've done in the past, you need to earn your title shots in your current home. And yes, I'd be saying the same thing to a certain someone if I was on the Overdrive side of things. You're on your way, Johnny, but you still come up short in facing the King for his title and his throne. In fact, you could even say that you're short enough to kiss my feet...
"Regardless, you're on your way, though unfortunately, it won't happen overnight. Because as good as you think you are, Johnny, I'm sure you have realized that you'll be watching the Extreme Elimination Chamber from the outside while I tear each and every one of those supposed worthy challengers limb from limb. Though, like I said last week, I wouldn't mind it if you stepped into that chamber with all of us. I wouldn't mind if you could get the opportunity to have the shit kicked out of you just like all the fools who flap their gums.
"That is then, however, and right now, we have the next edition of my Asylum to look forward to.
"Let it be known, Johnny, that I don't hang onto that one match ten years ago. Let it also be known that you're appearance in that locker room...well, it didn't do anything that you probably hoped it would. As I said last week, had you actually done the research and actually spent the time to figure out what kind of shit storm you were walking into, you would know that I never mentioned what happened to get me kicked out of the MMA cage until Test for the Best when I destroyed Chris Cyrus for the title. You would also understand that I only brought it back up, to teach your fucking immigrant ass the truth about who I was, since you liked to smudge the lines oh so well.
"I've read my bio, don't worry about that. In fact, I wrote my bio so I know full well that it says I don't have the most book smarts going, a fact I won't deny. You see, John, there are people who can learn on their feet, people who don't need a degree or a fancy robe to show the world they are smart. People like me. Sure, you don't by it now, but soon you will. Soon you will realize what I mean when I say that the street smarts I picked up in my youth have taught me everything that I know. Might not have taught me to do the right thing and stay away from the obvious insults and cliches, but it did enough to bring me to my current height, to my APW World Heavyweight title, and to the moment in my career where I get to make an English fuck beg me to stop the pain.
"You pride yourself on being able to find the flaw in my armor, that weakness that you can exploit, but you truly don't know what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into. You still haven't realized that you aren't just fighting some piece of trash like Jason Kash for a title that really don't matter. You're fighting the man you called a monster, the Loose Cannon and King of the Asylum, and the only thing at stake is your life.
"Don't believe me? Ask around.
"Go find those people whose names mean nothing to you and ask them how it felt to fight me. Go ask Delilah how it felt to have her face smashed in with my fists and a lead pipe. Go ask Branden Harvey how it felt to have the shit kicked out of him for a good half hour. Go ask James Chambers the REAL reason why he left APW.
"You want to be considered as a contender for my title? Then yes, you do have to earn it, and a win against me would probably vault you to the spot that sits right behind your good buddy Jason Kash. The only thing is, True Brit, a win for you is simply not in the cards. You pulling out all the stops, finding my weakness and unveiling your Kryptonite to me, that's not going to happen.
"Because that's not reality.
"In reality, Johnny, shit stains like you learn their place, and shit stains like you remain in their place. You might think of yourself as the next big thing in APW, as the future of the Asylum, but after I'm through with you, and after you've finally succumb to kissing my feet inside of my ring, you will realize that you have a long way to go before you can get close to being the future.
"As a word of advice though, Johnny, don't trouble yourself with the Colonel or the Rabbi. Don't worry about the comedic circus that I can't seem to lose. Don't worry about them because they aren't the ones fighting in the match. Don't worry about them, because they aren't the Loose Cannon's, they aren't the ones that fight with reckless abandon.
"They are simply my royal advisers. The ones that try and give me guidance.
"But as you and I both know, Johnny, a King doesn't always have to listen to his advisers.
"And most of the time, I rarely do.
"So come Sunday, Johnny, I will most definitely see you inside of my ring, after you've walked down my ramp, in front of my fans. And on that night one thing will be perfectly clear.
"You will finally have learned all you needed to know to accept yourself in my Kingdom of Madness."
