Post by C.J. Gates on Nov 19, 2011 19:35:09 GMT -4
The scene opens in a darkened room. A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting a dim light around a large chair with a tall back. The chair is battered and chipped, and sitting in the chair is "The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel. He is staring ahead, with one hand on the arm rest, the other raised, running what looks to be a rolled joint between his fingers. He has a smirk on his face as he continues to run the joint between his fingers. The bulb swings, causing the light to change slightly with each pass.
"Everything must come to an end. At some point, everything will be no more. Take this joint for instance. At the outset, you are on top of the world while smoking it, but by the end of it all, you're left empty handed, with the burning desire for more. You can apply it to many different things, and of course, you can apply it to title reigns in professional wrestling.
"Right now, Jason Kash finds himself at the peak. Right now, he is on top of the world, enjoying those first few puffs of the metaphorical joint of life. And while he keeps plugging along, his time at the top is going to become less and less, and every time he looks down, he will see his success getting smaller and smaller. And then, at some point, it is going to run out.
"Sure, you can buy yourself some more, spend your hard earned money to remain at the top, but what good will that prove? That you can't earn it on your own? That you need to sweeten palms just to stay at the top? Not exactly a thrilling sight to be held, now is it, Jason? Not for the mighty World Heavyweight champion."
Rico chuckles as he continues to fool with the joint.
"Oh, I hear you, Jason. I hear you complaining that I lost the title. That I had my time in the sun and now, it's no more. And to that, I'd say your right. To that, I'd say that my joint expired and I ended up on the receiving end of flaming table covered in tacks. I don't deny that, but you see, Jason, now that you are taking your puffs, it doesn't sit well with me. And instead of waiting for your time to expire, and instead of waiting for you to end up on the ground after having lost all of your momentum, I am simply going to steal.
"I am simply going to take all of your success and squash it under my thumb. I am simply going to show you that your win was simply a win out of necessity. Not necessity because you needed the title, necessity because I had run my course.
"But a new course is starting! A new course has begun, and to get there, I will go through you. I will take all that you have done in APW and make it all look so fucking insignificant. I am going to take it."
Rico produces the joint, holding the tip and smirking.
"And squash it."
Rico brings the joint down, turning it, and smushing the end of it against the other arm of the chair. He smiles down at it for a few moments before flicking it off the arm and off screen into the darkness.
"That's the long and short of it, Jason. You now have the unenviable position of holding what I want, what I had and what I still deserve. Manhattan White might be trying to weasel in on my turf, but at least he understands that I deserve my rematch. At least he understands that Rico Casteel should be the champion once again.
"The same can't be said for you, Jason. Sure, two weeks ago you stood in that ring and demanded that we fight. You stood there and said that you wanted to beat me to justify your title reign...but nothing happened that night. We never came to blows in a rematch, and now, I find out that Reginald is too much of a wuss to give me what I deserve. He is too much of a child to understand that the Loose Cannon deserves his rematch.
"Instead, I get tossed into a match against you that means nothing.
"After all, I've still got my rematch coming. I've still got my plans in motion. While you, Jason, you're hiding behind Reginald, patting your World title softly, since you know it won't last forever. Deny it if you want, but you and I both know the truth of it. We both know that you don't really want to step back in the ring against me. We both know that you would rather go home to be with your title, to cut another bit where you stand naked with the gold around your waist, just so you don't have to face the humiliation of defeat."
Once again, Rico laughs as he straightens himself in the chair, placing his other hand on the empty arm.
"Not that a defeat to me will look worse then losing to the Red Shield Mafia. A loss to me will just hurt more. A loss to me will just make you bleed a little bit more than you had hoped to bleed in your entire career. It will probably bruise your ego just a bit, but that's about it. Though, Jason, let me ask you a question.
"Do you think this match will really cement you as the champion you want to be known as? You seem to think that if you can beat me this week, then you are the man. But that is not the case. No, you see, Jason, what you said would be true if the title was on the line. The fact that this is a non-title match, just means that there's a different focus. Instead of fighting to take my title back, I will be fighting for one simple thing.
"To injure you.
"To make sure that your remaining days as the World champion are filled with pain. You see, Jason, I am still owed my title rematch, and until I get it, well, lets just say that there will be nothing but pain coming your way. There will be nothing but humiliation and destruction thrown right at you. You can play by your own rules and say that this match means everything that you want it to mean, but it won't change the fact that you won't truly be known as the World champion until you beat me. You won't be looked at as the best of the best until you put me away.
"And that's not going to come this week. Not when the fight is completely different now then it would be otherwise. And you know it, Jason. You know that deep down, this won't be your defining moment as the champion. That deep down, you are just going to end up getting your ass handed to you time after time until you're ready to put up that strap.
"You can only hide behind Reginald for so long. Eventually, avoiding me is no longer going to work. I'm not willing to play Kash in your little tiff with Havok. I will get my rematch, even if I have to knock every tooth out of your head.
"And when I do get my rematch, that title will come back where it belongs. Then my Kingdom will rise again, with me at the helm. And while you might be able to relish in the fact that you were on hand to watch my empire fall around me, just remember that it wasn't you who beat me. It wasn't the mighty Jason Kash that took Rico Casteel out of the match.
"So you have no claim to being better than me.
"No one does. You can worry about Morrison all you want, and I assure you that they are justified worries. It's not like the two of us play by the rules of everyone else, so you never know what to expect. I just hope that you won't use that as your excuse of your crutch when everything you have no goes to shit. Because knowing he's at ringside going into this match should mean you're prepared for anything.
"It should mean that your prepared for what the Loose Cannon has to throw your way."
Rico laughs to himself and shakes his head.
"Enjoy your time as the World champion, Jason, because you're life is about to become a living hell."
The scene fades out.
"Everything must come to an end. At some point, everything will be no more. Take this joint for instance. At the outset, you are on top of the world while smoking it, but by the end of it all, you're left empty handed, with the burning desire for more. You can apply it to many different things, and of course, you can apply it to title reigns in professional wrestling.
"Right now, Jason Kash finds himself at the peak. Right now, he is on top of the world, enjoying those first few puffs of the metaphorical joint of life. And while he keeps plugging along, his time at the top is going to become less and less, and every time he looks down, he will see his success getting smaller and smaller. And then, at some point, it is going to run out.
"Sure, you can buy yourself some more, spend your hard earned money to remain at the top, but what good will that prove? That you can't earn it on your own? That you need to sweeten palms just to stay at the top? Not exactly a thrilling sight to be held, now is it, Jason? Not for the mighty World Heavyweight champion."
Rico chuckles as he continues to fool with the joint.
"Oh, I hear you, Jason. I hear you complaining that I lost the title. That I had my time in the sun and now, it's no more. And to that, I'd say your right. To that, I'd say that my joint expired and I ended up on the receiving end of flaming table covered in tacks. I don't deny that, but you see, Jason, now that you are taking your puffs, it doesn't sit well with me. And instead of waiting for your time to expire, and instead of waiting for you to end up on the ground after having lost all of your momentum, I am simply going to steal.
"I am simply going to take all of your success and squash it under my thumb. I am simply going to show you that your win was simply a win out of necessity. Not necessity because you needed the title, necessity because I had run my course.
"But a new course is starting! A new course has begun, and to get there, I will go through you. I will take all that you have done in APW and make it all look so fucking insignificant. I am going to take it."
Rico produces the joint, holding the tip and smirking.
"And squash it."
Rico brings the joint down, turning it, and smushing the end of it against the other arm of the chair. He smiles down at it for a few moments before flicking it off the arm and off screen into the darkness.
"That's the long and short of it, Jason. You now have the unenviable position of holding what I want, what I had and what I still deserve. Manhattan White might be trying to weasel in on my turf, but at least he understands that I deserve my rematch. At least he understands that Rico Casteel should be the champion once again.
"The same can't be said for you, Jason. Sure, two weeks ago you stood in that ring and demanded that we fight. You stood there and said that you wanted to beat me to justify your title reign...but nothing happened that night. We never came to blows in a rematch, and now, I find out that Reginald is too much of a wuss to give me what I deserve. He is too much of a child to understand that the Loose Cannon deserves his rematch.
"Instead, I get tossed into a match against you that means nothing.
"After all, I've still got my rematch coming. I've still got my plans in motion. While you, Jason, you're hiding behind Reginald, patting your World title softly, since you know it won't last forever. Deny it if you want, but you and I both know the truth of it. We both know that you don't really want to step back in the ring against me. We both know that you would rather go home to be with your title, to cut another bit where you stand naked with the gold around your waist, just so you don't have to face the humiliation of defeat."
Once again, Rico laughs as he straightens himself in the chair, placing his other hand on the empty arm.
"Not that a defeat to me will look worse then losing to the Red Shield Mafia. A loss to me will just hurt more. A loss to me will just make you bleed a little bit more than you had hoped to bleed in your entire career. It will probably bruise your ego just a bit, but that's about it. Though, Jason, let me ask you a question.
"Do you think this match will really cement you as the champion you want to be known as? You seem to think that if you can beat me this week, then you are the man. But that is not the case. No, you see, Jason, what you said would be true if the title was on the line. The fact that this is a non-title match, just means that there's a different focus. Instead of fighting to take my title back, I will be fighting for one simple thing.
"To injure you.
"To make sure that your remaining days as the World champion are filled with pain. You see, Jason, I am still owed my title rematch, and until I get it, well, lets just say that there will be nothing but pain coming your way. There will be nothing but humiliation and destruction thrown right at you. You can play by your own rules and say that this match means everything that you want it to mean, but it won't change the fact that you won't truly be known as the World champion until you beat me. You won't be looked at as the best of the best until you put me away.
"And that's not going to come this week. Not when the fight is completely different now then it would be otherwise. And you know it, Jason. You know that deep down, this won't be your defining moment as the champion. That deep down, you are just going to end up getting your ass handed to you time after time until you're ready to put up that strap.
"You can only hide behind Reginald for so long. Eventually, avoiding me is no longer going to work. I'm not willing to play Kash in your little tiff with Havok. I will get my rematch, even if I have to knock every tooth out of your head.
"And when I do get my rematch, that title will come back where it belongs. Then my Kingdom will rise again, with me at the helm. And while you might be able to relish in the fact that you were on hand to watch my empire fall around me, just remember that it wasn't you who beat me. It wasn't the mighty Jason Kash that took Rico Casteel out of the match.
"So you have no claim to being better than me.
"No one does. You can worry about Morrison all you want, and I assure you that they are justified worries. It's not like the two of us play by the rules of everyone else, so you never know what to expect. I just hope that you won't use that as your excuse of your crutch when everything you have no goes to shit. Because knowing he's at ringside going into this match should mean you're prepared for anything.
"It should mean that your prepared for what the Loose Cannon has to throw your way."
Rico laughs to himself and shakes his head.
"Enjoy your time as the World champion, Jason, because you're life is about to become a living hell."
The scene fades out.
