Post by C.J. Gates on Dec 3, 2011 1:06:34 GMT -4
The scene opens up in the backstage area, more specifically, in the locker room area. Here, Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third can be seen watching a replay from the last Asylum. On the television screen, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison are talking about their new found partnership. It's around this time when the door to the locker room opens and in walks "The Loose Cannon" himself, Rico Casteel. The Colonel looks up and pauses the television, at which Rico smirks.
Colonel: Care, I say, care to explain?
Rico: Explain what?
Colonel: What is all of this about, son? Where does it leave me?
Rico: Leave you? It leaves you right where you were.
Colonel looks puzzled as Rico crosses the room to where his gym bag sits.
Colonel: What in tarnations are you talking about, boy?
Rico: The fact that Mike and I are now working together has no bearing on your role. You are still there to advise me. You are still there to give me insight.
Colonel: Insight? You never listen to me anyways.
Rico flashes a slight smile at Colonel before turning away.
Colonel: I take it you think that Morrison can give you that back up you've been hoping for?
Rico turns to face the Colonel, the smile all but gone from his face.
Rico: If you were paying any attention, you would have learned that Mike and I are working together because we have the same goal in mind. We have the same dreams, the same desires for this federation. A common goal has brought us together, not some hope of back up.
Colonel: You sure about that, son?
Rico: What's with the sudden change of heart, Fred? Jumping down my throat a bit, aren't you?
The Colonel shakes his head.
Colonel: I just, I say, I just don't want to be replaced. I worked hard to help you get to where you are right now. The World title win was thanks to--
Rico: The Rabbi and myself.
Colonel: --me. I've been sound council to you in your reign and for your Kingdom. It's an, I say, it's an outrage, boy, to replace me with that...that...mad man.
Rico: Mad? Does that make me mad as well? Because that is the common factor that brought us together. I saw it at One Night in Hell and I decided to act upon it. And now, Mike and I are going to destroy everything that stands in our way.
Colonel: Destroy?
Rico: Utterly. It started when we took out Jason Kash. Then last week, it continued when we caused Manhattan White to hit the transitional champion. This week it will continue once more as Mike and I humiliate and destroy those two in a sanctioned match.
Colonel: Wait, wait, transitional champion.
Rico: You heard right.
Colonel: Transitioning between who?
Rico: Me and me. Manhattan White has no chance. Jason Kash may have captured the title in the chamber, but he forgets that it still took three men to take me down. Three men, a flaming table and thumbtacks. Kash wasn't there. Kash hasn't earned his title. And when I get my chance to get it back, it will return home to my waist and the Kingdom of Madness will rise once again.
Colonel: Awfully sure of yourself ain't you? It's not a given you'll win.
Rico: To me it is. And if by some fluke I lose, then Mike and I will turn Asylum on it's head until it becomes a reality.
Colonel: Well, I wish you luck, son.
Rico laughs to himself and then shakes his head.
Rico: That is your sage council? That is your word of wisdom? Luck? I don't need luck, old man, because I have that undying rage burning within me. Mike Morrison has that madness growing inside of him.
Colonel: Just don't, I say, don't lose sight of the big picture.
Rico: I won't. Regaining my title is what this is all about. Proving that Jason Kash is simply an ant trying to make himself look bigger amongst his peers. That he is simply puffing up his chest to look more powerful and important. He doesn't deserve the title. He hasn't earned the title. That title is mine!
Colonel: Just keep that in your mind and you will have it after Christmas Chaos. Whether or not Manhattan White is a factor is yet to be seen...
Rico: He won't be. I'll make sure of that.
Rico smirks as the scene fades to black.
"Well, here we are.
"Here we are on the cusp of something special. The beginning of something that will take everyone by storm and make everyone take notice. They might look to Mike and I as some sort of...random pairing, some sort of duo looking to take advantage of numbers to make themselves look tough. But that is not what we're doing. That is not what we're looking to capitalize on. We are two men joined by one ideal. By the desire to cause others pain.
"And it begins this week. It begins with two men who have been...more or less, the targets of our destruction. The targets of our combined madness. Manhattan and Jason, for different reasons, are two men that we have in common as our victims. Two men who we see as nothing more then obstacles in our path. Fodder for our fists. Mules to carry our madness on their backs.
"Two future victims. Two losers.
"Boys, you've got a lot of work to do to reach the level that Mike and I are at. To reach the similar values that Mike and I share. We've both realized the truth and now, we want to spread that truth to the entire Asylum. Starting with the two of you.
"Sure, you probably don't buy it. You probably don't see that we are anything more than a mosquito you are going to swat away. A mere blip, a fucking insignificant comma in the middle of a sentence. But we're here to rewrite all of that. We're here to prove that you are wrong about each and every one of your words.
"It's no secret that the two of you don't see Mike as anything of significance. You see him as some sort of tag-a-long brought up from the minors to fight with the big boys. You guys see him as a never will be, but that is merely the perception in your eyes. That is merely how the two of you see things. That is only how the two of you perceive it to be. But not me. I saw more. I saw what Morrison was capable of and now, he and I are going to show the two of you.
"White, you're playing the role of the weasel right now. After failing to win in the chamber, you took it upon yourself to weasel your way into the title picture. You took it upon yourself to play the role of...spoiler. Hoping to catch lightning in a bottle and spoil my return to the top. You see, you played the card of being in the chamber longer than me, but what you fail to realize is that I have my rematch clause. Sure, you mentioned it the first time you forced your way into matters that didn't concern you, but you didn't really believe it. And now, at Christmas Chaos, you're involved in the match.
"I'd question how you got there, but that can be best saved for then. As of right now, you sit in the spot that not many want to be in. You sit across the ring from a former champion, angered at the fact that I have yet to be given the chance to win back my title. Now you and Kash oppose us, oppose two men who will stop at nothing to get the job done. The question for you, Manhattan, is whether or not you can handle that. Whether or not you can battle through it.
"You probably say you can now, but once that bell rings, who knows? Once you're actually faced with that problem, will you still be able to rise up and overcome it? I doubt it. Because you don't see the truth of it. You don't realize the people that I have destroyed, the names I have driven out of the Asylum because they couldn't hack it against me. James Chambers, BDC, Delilah, Branden Harvey, Chris Cyrus. All names that I have either driven away or driven into the canvas.
"And I have no hesitation to add you to that list, White.
"You either, Jason. But you already knew that, since we've already had this song and dance a few times. Or at least, you should know, because I've made mention of it once or twice. But knowing you, you probably chose to ignore all of it. Chose, instead, to believe whatever you wanted to. You probably heard every third word I said, because you couldn't be assed to actually pay attention to what your opponent had to say.
"Well fuck you, too, Jason. I know that I am perfectly capable of letting my hands do the talking. I know that I am capable of letting my fists shut up my opponents for me. I am capable of that, but I figure that you could at least humor me, no? That you could at least realize what you are getting into before you start flapping your gums. You might be the World Heavyweight champion, but just remember whos shoulders you didn't pin to the mat. Just remember that you beat a woman to get your title. Just remember that it took three motherfuckers to take me out of that match.
"You've got nothing on me Kash. Nothing. I beat you once, I made sure to beat you twice, and each and every time we lock up, I will make sure to beat you into submission. And not your Tap Out Rules submission, this is the ultimate submission. The submission which you won't be able to get up from.
"And that's the one phrase that sums everything up. You won't be getting up from it. You won't be making a shocking haze induced come back. You won't spring to your feet with this renewed vigor after Adora lights that joint and touches it to your lips. And you defnitely won't be pumping up your Air Jordans to get as high as you can.
"Quite simply, Kash? No matter what you try, you won't be going anywhere. No matter what you do, you will fail. No matter how hard you try to get ahead of me, you WILL be squashed back. It's just that simple, Mr. Influence. That, damn simple.
"Besides, this week you're teaming with the enemy. You're teaming with a man who wants your title. While me? I'm teaming with a man that I can call a friend. A man that I have similar interests as. Someone who I can trust to have my back and match me punch for punch.
"But consider yourself lucky, Kash. And you too, White. Because both of you get a front row seat for the beginning of a whole new chapter in APW's Asylum. In MY Asylum.
"You will both be witness to the beginning of the Martyrs of Madness."
Colonel: Care, I say, care to explain?
Rico: Explain what?
Colonel: What is all of this about, son? Where does it leave me?
Rico: Leave you? It leaves you right where you were.
Colonel looks puzzled as Rico crosses the room to where his gym bag sits.
Colonel: What in tarnations are you talking about, boy?
Rico: The fact that Mike and I are now working together has no bearing on your role. You are still there to advise me. You are still there to give me insight.
Colonel: Insight? You never listen to me anyways.
Rico flashes a slight smile at Colonel before turning away.
Colonel: I take it you think that Morrison can give you that back up you've been hoping for?
Rico turns to face the Colonel, the smile all but gone from his face.
Rico: If you were paying any attention, you would have learned that Mike and I are working together because we have the same goal in mind. We have the same dreams, the same desires for this federation. A common goal has brought us together, not some hope of back up.
Colonel: You sure about that, son?
Rico: What's with the sudden change of heart, Fred? Jumping down my throat a bit, aren't you?
The Colonel shakes his head.
Colonel: I just, I say, I just don't want to be replaced. I worked hard to help you get to where you are right now. The World title win was thanks to--
Rico: The Rabbi and myself.
Colonel: --me. I've been sound council to you in your reign and for your Kingdom. It's an, I say, it's an outrage, boy, to replace me with that...that...mad man.
Rico: Mad? Does that make me mad as well? Because that is the common factor that brought us together. I saw it at One Night in Hell and I decided to act upon it. And now, Mike and I are going to destroy everything that stands in our way.
Colonel: Destroy?
Rico: Utterly. It started when we took out Jason Kash. Then last week, it continued when we caused Manhattan White to hit the transitional champion. This week it will continue once more as Mike and I humiliate and destroy those two in a sanctioned match.
Colonel: Wait, wait, transitional champion.
Rico: You heard right.
Colonel: Transitioning between who?
Rico: Me and me. Manhattan White has no chance. Jason Kash may have captured the title in the chamber, but he forgets that it still took three men to take me down. Three men, a flaming table and thumbtacks. Kash wasn't there. Kash hasn't earned his title. And when I get my chance to get it back, it will return home to my waist and the Kingdom of Madness will rise once again.
Colonel: Awfully sure of yourself ain't you? It's not a given you'll win.
Rico: To me it is. And if by some fluke I lose, then Mike and I will turn Asylum on it's head until it becomes a reality.
Colonel: Well, I wish you luck, son.
Rico laughs to himself and then shakes his head.
Rico: That is your sage council? That is your word of wisdom? Luck? I don't need luck, old man, because I have that undying rage burning within me. Mike Morrison has that madness growing inside of him.
Colonel: Just don't, I say, don't lose sight of the big picture.
Rico: I won't. Regaining my title is what this is all about. Proving that Jason Kash is simply an ant trying to make himself look bigger amongst his peers. That he is simply puffing up his chest to look more powerful and important. He doesn't deserve the title. He hasn't earned the title. That title is mine!
Colonel: Just keep that in your mind and you will have it after Christmas Chaos. Whether or not Manhattan White is a factor is yet to be seen...
Rico: He won't be. I'll make sure of that.
Rico smirks as the scene fades to black.
"Well, here we are.
"Here we are on the cusp of something special. The beginning of something that will take everyone by storm and make everyone take notice. They might look to Mike and I as some sort of...random pairing, some sort of duo looking to take advantage of numbers to make themselves look tough. But that is not what we're doing. That is not what we're looking to capitalize on. We are two men joined by one ideal. By the desire to cause others pain.
"And it begins this week. It begins with two men who have been...more or less, the targets of our destruction. The targets of our combined madness. Manhattan and Jason, for different reasons, are two men that we have in common as our victims. Two men who we see as nothing more then obstacles in our path. Fodder for our fists. Mules to carry our madness on their backs.
"Two future victims. Two losers.
"Boys, you've got a lot of work to do to reach the level that Mike and I are at. To reach the similar values that Mike and I share. We've both realized the truth and now, we want to spread that truth to the entire Asylum. Starting with the two of you.
"Sure, you probably don't buy it. You probably don't see that we are anything more than a mosquito you are going to swat away. A mere blip, a fucking insignificant comma in the middle of a sentence. But we're here to rewrite all of that. We're here to prove that you are wrong about each and every one of your words.
"It's no secret that the two of you don't see Mike as anything of significance. You see him as some sort of tag-a-long brought up from the minors to fight with the big boys. You guys see him as a never will be, but that is merely the perception in your eyes. That is merely how the two of you see things. That is only how the two of you perceive it to be. But not me. I saw more. I saw what Morrison was capable of and now, he and I are going to show the two of you.
"White, you're playing the role of the weasel right now. After failing to win in the chamber, you took it upon yourself to weasel your way into the title picture. You took it upon yourself to play the role of...spoiler. Hoping to catch lightning in a bottle and spoil my return to the top. You see, you played the card of being in the chamber longer than me, but what you fail to realize is that I have my rematch clause. Sure, you mentioned it the first time you forced your way into matters that didn't concern you, but you didn't really believe it. And now, at Christmas Chaos, you're involved in the match.
"I'd question how you got there, but that can be best saved for then. As of right now, you sit in the spot that not many want to be in. You sit across the ring from a former champion, angered at the fact that I have yet to be given the chance to win back my title. Now you and Kash oppose us, oppose two men who will stop at nothing to get the job done. The question for you, Manhattan, is whether or not you can handle that. Whether or not you can battle through it.
"You probably say you can now, but once that bell rings, who knows? Once you're actually faced with that problem, will you still be able to rise up and overcome it? I doubt it. Because you don't see the truth of it. You don't realize the people that I have destroyed, the names I have driven out of the Asylum because they couldn't hack it against me. James Chambers, BDC, Delilah, Branden Harvey, Chris Cyrus. All names that I have either driven away or driven into the canvas.
"And I have no hesitation to add you to that list, White.
"You either, Jason. But you already knew that, since we've already had this song and dance a few times. Or at least, you should know, because I've made mention of it once or twice. But knowing you, you probably chose to ignore all of it. Chose, instead, to believe whatever you wanted to. You probably heard every third word I said, because you couldn't be assed to actually pay attention to what your opponent had to say.
"Well fuck you, too, Jason. I know that I am perfectly capable of letting my hands do the talking. I know that I am capable of letting my fists shut up my opponents for me. I am capable of that, but I figure that you could at least humor me, no? That you could at least realize what you are getting into before you start flapping your gums. You might be the World Heavyweight champion, but just remember whos shoulders you didn't pin to the mat. Just remember that you beat a woman to get your title. Just remember that it took three motherfuckers to take me out of that match.
"You've got nothing on me Kash. Nothing. I beat you once, I made sure to beat you twice, and each and every time we lock up, I will make sure to beat you into submission. And not your Tap Out Rules submission, this is the ultimate submission. The submission which you won't be able to get up from.
"And that's the one phrase that sums everything up. You won't be getting up from it. You won't be making a shocking haze induced come back. You won't spring to your feet with this renewed vigor after Adora lights that joint and touches it to your lips. And you defnitely won't be pumping up your Air Jordans to get as high as you can.
"Quite simply, Kash? No matter what you try, you won't be going anywhere. No matter what you do, you will fail. No matter how hard you try to get ahead of me, you WILL be squashed back. It's just that simple, Mr. Influence. That, damn simple.
"Besides, this week you're teaming with the enemy. You're teaming with a man who wants your title. While me? I'm teaming with a man that I can call a friend. A man that I have similar interests as. Someone who I can trust to have my back and match me punch for punch.
"But consider yourself lucky, Kash. And you too, White. Because both of you get a front row seat for the beginning of a whole new chapter in APW's Asylum. In MY Asylum.
"You will both be witness to the beginning of the Martyrs of Madness."
