Post by C.J. Gates on Feb 9, 2012 1:57:09 GMT -4
The scene opens up outside of a church in the middle of the day. The doors are open and a few people wearing suits and black dresses can be seen coming and going. Two of the individuals turn and walk down the sidewalk. One is wearing a black Pimp suit with dreadlocks and the other is wearing an all black track suit with a black beanie.
"Man, you see that shit, Pookie? Dude was ALL fucked up."
"Definitely looked a bit banged up, Mookie."
The camera follows the two loveable misfits as they walk along the sidewalk.
"How'd it happen?"
"Way I heard it, cracka died of a heart attack."
"Heart attack? Shit. What a way to go. What were all those cuts from?"
Mookie chuckles his usual Pimp chuckle as he turns to his cousin.
"Old geezer got hisself thrown through a fuckin' mirror. A mirror!"
"No. That's impossible."
"I ain't makin' this shit up. I was talkin' to one of his relatives."
"Oh yeah, which one?"
Mookie and Pookie pause at the intersection and Mookie smirks.
"Think the cats name was Freddy. His son, I think, one of 'em anyways. Frederick LaFountain the fourth? Somethin' like that."
Pookie shakes his head as they cross the street.
"Still. Can't believe the Colonel is dead."
They fall into a bit of silence as they continue to walk. They turn a corner around a diner and begin to walk past it. It's at that moment that the door opens and out steps the large imposing figure of Rico Casteel wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He steps in front of the two cousins before turning to look at each one in turn.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the two numbskulls."
"Big man! How you doin'? Still kickin' it old school?"
"Still making no sense at all, aren't you, you fucking Mook."
"Looks like he's gotten a bit meaner."
"Well, he IS the fucker who through grandpa through that mirror. Nearly killed the man."
Rico chuckles.
"Nearly. But I didn't."
"You could have. The dude was like two hundred!"
Rico smirks and eyes each man before casting glances to the road.
"How would the two of you like to be next."
"Big cat's threatin' us!"
"And you know I can do it. See, lately, I've been a bit...well, let's just say that my eyes have been opened to my true potential. The Colonel, in all his southern glory, allowed me to see what was possible. The Rabbi helped me achieve that potential...and Mike Morrison opened me to the real world. The world that I should have seen right from the start."
"Woah, he's admitting someone else helped him!"
"Did I say that? Morrison has helped me see what I should have, yes, but I always followed the code of violence. I always allowed madness to reign supreme. Now it's everywhere I look."
Once again he looks down at the two cousins and Mookie elbows Pookie.
"Dude, I might be on some bad shit, but is this guy eyefuckin' me?"
"Uh, we should probably go."
"Oh? So soon? Are you sure?"
Rico laughs as he turns and begins walking down the sidewalk himself. Mookie and Pookie exchange a look and catch up.
"Hey, you still lookin' for some reps? Agents?"
"Fuck off, Mook."
"He's only wondering if you need someone to look out for you."
"I don't need your help, Caleb. I didn't need the Colonel, I don't need the Rabbi, I certainly don't need you two nobody pot smoking rejects."
"There he goes with the namecallin' again! Can't we all jus' get along?"
Pookie taps Mookie's shoulder and shakes his head, which forces Mookie to turn to look at Pookie, catching sight of Rico spinning around. He throws a punch Mookie's way and Mookie ducks, losing his balance and falling to the sidewalk.
"Pimp down!"
Pookie rolls his eyes and helps his cousin up as Rico chuckles and keeps walking.
"Don't worry boys. You might not be able to help me but you can still watch as Mike and I tear apart the tag team scene and reclaim our glory, and retake our kingdom. Asylum is ours and it doesn't matter what Reginald throws at us, we will make sure that we destroy everything in our way."
Rico turns to face the cousins.
"And that includes the two of you. So stay out of my way and you will be able to breath freely. Get in my way and, well...I think the two of you saw what ended up happening to the Colonel."
"But he died of a heart attack..."
"And was thrown into a mirror. Test me and you can follow down his same path."
"But we ain't old!"
"No, but you are very fucking annoying. And don't even think about following me, because if you do, the two of you won't be able to deal your next batch of drugs. I WILL take the two of you out. I've killed before, and I have no qualms about killing again!"
Rico begins to walk again and this time, the two cousins hang back.
"Dare we?"
"Naw, fuck him. I ain't gonna get glass in my dreads."
"At least we're still alive right?"
The two cousins nod and then turn around, heading back toward the diner as the scene fades to black.
"One down, one to go.
"They tried to stop us by throwing the Anti-Society at us, and then they tried to throw us another wrench by throwing the Grant's into our path. But I'm sure they saw what we did and they saw that we aren't doing anything but winning and destroying everything in our path. Making an example of every single peon thrown at us to try and stop us from winning.
"And even though Mike and I have done so, Reggie thinks that he can keep us from achieving the goal that we have set out, from relinquishing the Goldies from their current homes. Reggie thinks that he can keep us down. He has tried for so long to hold me back, but now, Mike and I, as a team, will break through the glass ceiling that he has put over my head. Over our heads.
"All of that ends this weekend.
"There aren't that many people left to stand in our way. There aren't that many obstacles left for us to overcome. With the amount of teams that are dropping out of contention, with Warren Peace finally realizing that there isn't a single person who can work with him. Aside from the Studmuffins, who else stands in our way?
"Hometown Heroes?
"Who are they? A sorry excuse for a team, that's who. A tandem that might pass themselves off as a well oiled machine, but people who, in reality, are nothing more than just fodder. Dummies. Training targets. Two men who think they actually have a chance at being anything of relevance in this match. In this company.
"Which is exactly what the Grant's thought at Survive and Conquer. They thought they were the next best thing to be led into the federation by the Dynamo, and they were promptly dealt with and left with their tails between their legs. What makes the two of you think you will be any different? What makes the mighty Mark Jackson and the unidentifiable Jun Yao think they have what it takes to stand out from the crowd?
"Because to me, you don't have what it takes.
"To me, you are just a lost pair of boys, looking for some form of shelter. And thinking you found it in APW, you're ready to set up camp. Well, consider me the big bully that is going to knock over your tent. I am going to be the bane of your existence, and you know why? Do you even have a fucking idea why that is?
"Because you don't know what you're getting in to. You have no idea what kind of dangers lie in front of you. You think that because this is a normal match, you figure you're in the clear? Well, you're so fucking wrong it's not even funny. You are standing off against two of the most dangerous men that the Asylum, that OUR Asylum has to offer. Two men who live off of the amount of damage we can do to our opponents.
"Don't believe me? Watch the tape.
"It's not a coincidence that certain individuals keep leaving after they have been finished off by us. It's no joke that certain people have disappeared after we've dealt with them. James Chambers, have you heard of him? He ran away at the sight of me. And if Mike hadn't have been fucked over, he would have had a guaranteed title shot. But he was screwed over by the management just like I have been.
"So you see, Mike and I, we have this rage built up underneath our skins, the rage from being held back. Some could say that we have a chip on our shoulder from all of it, but to us, we just see it as motivation. They fuck us over, and we simply prove them wrong. They want to force us to jump through their God damn hoops when they know that we should be holding those tag team titles? Fine. We'll do it and we will take every one down with us. Those muffins think they have what it takes to hold on to them?
"Then we are going to make the Heroes our examples.
"Try as you might to rewrite that, but it won't change anything. You will still be seen as hopeless. You will still realize that you are miles from those dreams and those hopes. You will realize that you weren't seen as the contenders that you think you ought to be, and you will see that those tag team titles are far outside of your grasps it's not even funny. In time you will see the reality, and you will see that it is not in your cards to win the titles.
"It's in ours.
"It's just a matter of time. And no matter how many times you two get in our way, we WILL throw you aside like garbage. Like trash. We will make sure that you understand just why we look to the madness for our inspiration. Why we have no issues showing just how deranged we truly are.
You want a small sample? Just look at Survive and Conquer. Look at what...happened to Reginald's office. Sure, we made sure that he didn't get hurt because we just wanted to scare him. But in the case of people who we want to hurt? Well, we make sure that everything lasts in that sense. We make sure that we're always leaving scars on our victims.
"Scars on you.
"Scars on everyone we come into contact with.
"Our little reminders to them that they went through hell and returned on the other side. Reminders that we are the ones that left a permanent impression.
"Reminders that we are the most dangerous team to ever join forces.
"And all if took was a little shared ideology. All it took was a little bit of a brain trust between partners. Between two men who enjoy causing pain.
"Welcome to the Kingdom, boys. Welcome to our Asylum.
"Let the madness reign supreme."
"Man, you see that shit, Pookie? Dude was ALL fucked up."
"Definitely looked a bit banged up, Mookie."
The camera follows the two loveable misfits as they walk along the sidewalk.
"How'd it happen?"
"Way I heard it, cracka died of a heart attack."
"Heart attack? Shit. What a way to go. What were all those cuts from?"
Mookie chuckles his usual Pimp chuckle as he turns to his cousin.
"Old geezer got hisself thrown through a fuckin' mirror. A mirror!"
"No. That's impossible."
"I ain't makin' this shit up. I was talkin' to one of his relatives."
"Oh yeah, which one?"
Mookie and Pookie pause at the intersection and Mookie smirks.
"Think the cats name was Freddy. His son, I think, one of 'em anyways. Frederick LaFountain the fourth? Somethin' like that."
Pookie shakes his head as they cross the street.
"Still. Can't believe the Colonel is dead."
They fall into a bit of silence as they continue to walk. They turn a corner around a diner and begin to walk past it. It's at that moment that the door opens and out steps the large imposing figure of Rico Casteel wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He steps in front of the two cousins before turning to look at each one in turn.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the two numbskulls."
"Big man! How you doin'? Still kickin' it old school?"
"Still making no sense at all, aren't you, you fucking Mook."
"Looks like he's gotten a bit meaner."
"Well, he IS the fucker who through grandpa through that mirror. Nearly killed the man."
Rico chuckles.
"Nearly. But I didn't."
"You could have. The dude was like two hundred!"
Rico smirks and eyes each man before casting glances to the road.
"How would the two of you like to be next."
"Big cat's threatin' us!"
"And you know I can do it. See, lately, I've been a bit...well, let's just say that my eyes have been opened to my true potential. The Colonel, in all his southern glory, allowed me to see what was possible. The Rabbi helped me achieve that potential...and Mike Morrison opened me to the real world. The world that I should have seen right from the start."
"Woah, he's admitting someone else helped him!"
"Did I say that? Morrison has helped me see what I should have, yes, but I always followed the code of violence. I always allowed madness to reign supreme. Now it's everywhere I look."
Once again he looks down at the two cousins and Mookie elbows Pookie.
"Dude, I might be on some bad shit, but is this guy eyefuckin' me?"
"Uh, we should probably go."
"Oh? So soon? Are you sure?"
Rico laughs as he turns and begins walking down the sidewalk himself. Mookie and Pookie exchange a look and catch up.
"Hey, you still lookin' for some reps? Agents?"
"Fuck off, Mook."
"He's only wondering if you need someone to look out for you."
"I don't need your help, Caleb. I didn't need the Colonel, I don't need the Rabbi, I certainly don't need you two nobody pot smoking rejects."
"There he goes with the namecallin' again! Can't we all jus' get along?"
Pookie taps Mookie's shoulder and shakes his head, which forces Mookie to turn to look at Pookie, catching sight of Rico spinning around. He throws a punch Mookie's way and Mookie ducks, losing his balance and falling to the sidewalk.
"Pimp down!"
Pookie rolls his eyes and helps his cousin up as Rico chuckles and keeps walking.
"Don't worry boys. You might not be able to help me but you can still watch as Mike and I tear apart the tag team scene and reclaim our glory, and retake our kingdom. Asylum is ours and it doesn't matter what Reginald throws at us, we will make sure that we destroy everything in our way."
Rico turns to face the cousins.
"And that includes the two of you. So stay out of my way and you will be able to breath freely. Get in my way and, well...I think the two of you saw what ended up happening to the Colonel."
"But he died of a heart attack..."
"And was thrown into a mirror. Test me and you can follow down his same path."
"But we ain't old!"
"No, but you are very fucking annoying. And don't even think about following me, because if you do, the two of you won't be able to deal your next batch of drugs. I WILL take the two of you out. I've killed before, and I have no qualms about killing again!"
Rico begins to walk again and this time, the two cousins hang back.
"Dare we?"
"Naw, fuck him. I ain't gonna get glass in my dreads."
"At least we're still alive right?"
The two cousins nod and then turn around, heading back toward the diner as the scene fades to black.
-------------------------------------------------------
"One down, one to go.
"They tried to stop us by throwing the Anti-Society at us, and then they tried to throw us another wrench by throwing the Grant's into our path. But I'm sure they saw what we did and they saw that we aren't doing anything but winning and destroying everything in our path. Making an example of every single peon thrown at us to try and stop us from winning.
"And even though Mike and I have done so, Reggie thinks that he can keep us from achieving the goal that we have set out, from relinquishing the Goldies from their current homes. Reggie thinks that he can keep us down. He has tried for so long to hold me back, but now, Mike and I, as a team, will break through the glass ceiling that he has put over my head. Over our heads.
"All of that ends this weekend.
"There aren't that many people left to stand in our way. There aren't that many obstacles left for us to overcome. With the amount of teams that are dropping out of contention, with Warren Peace finally realizing that there isn't a single person who can work with him. Aside from the Studmuffins, who else stands in our way?
"Hometown Heroes?
"Who are they? A sorry excuse for a team, that's who. A tandem that might pass themselves off as a well oiled machine, but people who, in reality, are nothing more than just fodder. Dummies. Training targets. Two men who think they actually have a chance at being anything of relevance in this match. In this company.
"Which is exactly what the Grant's thought at Survive and Conquer. They thought they were the next best thing to be led into the federation by the Dynamo, and they were promptly dealt with and left with their tails between their legs. What makes the two of you think you will be any different? What makes the mighty Mark Jackson and the unidentifiable Jun Yao think they have what it takes to stand out from the crowd?
"Because to me, you don't have what it takes.
"To me, you are just a lost pair of boys, looking for some form of shelter. And thinking you found it in APW, you're ready to set up camp. Well, consider me the big bully that is going to knock over your tent. I am going to be the bane of your existence, and you know why? Do you even have a fucking idea why that is?
"Because you don't know what you're getting in to. You have no idea what kind of dangers lie in front of you. You think that because this is a normal match, you figure you're in the clear? Well, you're so fucking wrong it's not even funny. You are standing off against two of the most dangerous men that the Asylum, that OUR Asylum has to offer. Two men who live off of the amount of damage we can do to our opponents.
"Don't believe me? Watch the tape.
"It's not a coincidence that certain individuals keep leaving after they have been finished off by us. It's no joke that certain people have disappeared after we've dealt with them. James Chambers, have you heard of him? He ran away at the sight of me. And if Mike hadn't have been fucked over, he would have had a guaranteed title shot. But he was screwed over by the management just like I have been.
"So you see, Mike and I, we have this rage built up underneath our skins, the rage from being held back. Some could say that we have a chip on our shoulder from all of it, but to us, we just see it as motivation. They fuck us over, and we simply prove them wrong. They want to force us to jump through their God damn hoops when they know that we should be holding those tag team titles? Fine. We'll do it and we will take every one down with us. Those muffins think they have what it takes to hold on to them?
"Then we are going to make the Heroes our examples.
"Try as you might to rewrite that, but it won't change anything. You will still be seen as hopeless. You will still realize that you are miles from those dreams and those hopes. You will realize that you weren't seen as the contenders that you think you ought to be, and you will see that those tag team titles are far outside of your grasps it's not even funny. In time you will see the reality, and you will see that it is not in your cards to win the titles.
"It's in ours.
"It's just a matter of time. And no matter how many times you two get in our way, we WILL throw you aside like garbage. Like trash. We will make sure that you understand just why we look to the madness for our inspiration. Why we have no issues showing just how deranged we truly are.
You want a small sample? Just look at Survive and Conquer. Look at what...happened to Reginald's office. Sure, we made sure that he didn't get hurt because we just wanted to scare him. But in the case of people who we want to hurt? Well, we make sure that everything lasts in that sense. We make sure that we're always leaving scars on our victims.
"Scars on you.
"Scars on everyone we come into contact with.
"Our little reminders to them that they went through hell and returned on the other side. Reminders that we are the ones that left a permanent impression.
"Reminders that we are the most dangerous team to ever join forces.
"And all if took was a little shared ideology. All it took was a little bit of a brain trust between partners. Between two men who enjoy causing pain.
"Welcome to the Kingdom, boys. Welcome to our Asylum.
"Let the madness reign supreme."
