Post by Stone Zellor on Nov 12, 2005 18:17:58 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a tiny three room apartment, where J.C. Cook is sitting on the sofa. The sounds of 'Physical Graffiti' playing from the hi-fi as J.C. taps along to the rockin' tunes. Maybe it's the new apartment, maybe it's the Led Zeppelin emanating from the speaker, or maybe it's the fact that he has an upcoming debut match, but right now, J.C. is a happy man. His wavy brown hair moving as he nods his head, smiling to himself as he hears the knock at the door]
J.C.:
Man, who's there?
Cameraman:
I'm from-
J.C.:
I'm just joshing you man. Come in...
[He says as he opens the door. The cameraman enters the room as J.C. closes the door before going to turn down the hi-fi]
J.C.:
What can do you for today?
Cameraman:
I've been sent to get your thoughts about your upcoming match.
J.C.:
Come on man, you've got me time to gather my thoughts. It's only been, what, two days?
[The cameraman nods]
J.C.:
And I'm supposed to be thinking? Well, I do have one thing to say. I was right when I said Misery was potentially unstable. Have you heard that quack going on and on about this and that? Man, he's a mood killer ain't he?
[The cameraman nods again]
J.C.:
Not much of a talker I see. Well, Misery did say one truth, and it wasn't that he was going to enslave the NAPW. It wasn't that he's going to be the leader. It sure as hell wasn't when, or if, he said he was the best wrestler here. The only truth that guy spoke, was when he said I was one of the beautiful people. I have to agree, that with this hair, these sideburns, these abs and this face... I am one of the beautiful people. Much more then say Mark Millar.
Much more than that depraved little whack job, Misery and I'm pretty sure more than Death. The people at head office seem to have dealt me a poor hand, man. There's the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful... Guess which one I am?
Cameraman:
Umm, the beautiful?
J.C.:
Half right. I'm also the good one. You see, Misery doesn't bother me. I'm not afraid of Death, why should I be? There's no reason for it. The only other factor in this match is Mark Millar, and his brute strength. Actually, that's two factors. The only other two factors in this match...
Cameraman:
Technically it's one factor.
J.C.:
Okay, whatever. It just means that when I arrive at the arena on Monday night, and I step out through the curtain and I hear the fans cheering whatever name it is they like... Whether it be J.C. Cook or any other NAPW star, there's only one person out of three who's going to be standing in my way. Where Death and Misery should be, there will be happy little bunnies hip hopping under rainbows of prosperity...
[The cameraman looks confused as J.C. continues]
J.C.:
You heard me. The man tries to seem fearsome by living in an open air debris garden, or a dump or whatever the hell that place was. He wants to hang with rats? Let me tell you, the only rat you should be talking to is Rizzo Rat! Him and his little Muppet friends - but no others. With any damn luck he'll catch something like a cold or something so I don't have to grace him with my presence. It'd only be wasted on Misery.
So at Monday Night Fights, my debut here at New Alberta Pro, the best thing to come out of Kenosha will thrash Misery. Overcome Death, and drive 'The Moose' face first into that canvas as I pin every one of them, one - two - three! 'Pressure Cooker', man, that's what they need to watch out for.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
J.C.:
Man, who's there?
Cameraman:
I'm from-
J.C.:
I'm just joshing you man. Come in...
[He says as he opens the door. The cameraman enters the room as J.C. closes the door before going to turn down the hi-fi]
J.C.:
What can do you for today?
Cameraman:
I've been sent to get your thoughts about your upcoming match.
J.C.:
Come on man, you've got me time to gather my thoughts. It's only been, what, two days?
[The cameraman nods]
J.C.:
And I'm supposed to be thinking? Well, I do have one thing to say. I was right when I said Misery was potentially unstable. Have you heard that quack going on and on about this and that? Man, he's a mood killer ain't he?
[The cameraman nods again]
J.C.:
Not much of a talker I see. Well, Misery did say one truth, and it wasn't that he was going to enslave the NAPW. It wasn't that he's going to be the leader. It sure as hell wasn't when, or if, he said he was the best wrestler here. The only truth that guy spoke, was when he said I was one of the beautiful people. I have to agree, that with this hair, these sideburns, these abs and this face... I am one of the beautiful people. Much more then say Mark Millar.
Much more than that depraved little whack job, Misery and I'm pretty sure more than Death. The people at head office seem to have dealt me a poor hand, man. There's the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful... Guess which one I am?
Cameraman:
Umm, the beautiful?
J.C.:
Half right. I'm also the good one. You see, Misery doesn't bother me. I'm not afraid of Death, why should I be? There's no reason for it. The only other factor in this match is Mark Millar, and his brute strength. Actually, that's two factors. The only other two factors in this match...
Cameraman:
Technically it's one factor.
J.C.:
Okay, whatever. It just means that when I arrive at the arena on Monday night, and I step out through the curtain and I hear the fans cheering whatever name it is they like... Whether it be J.C. Cook or any other NAPW star, there's only one person out of three who's going to be standing in my way. Where Death and Misery should be, there will be happy little bunnies hip hopping under rainbows of prosperity...
[The cameraman looks confused as J.C. continues]
J.C.:
You heard me. The man tries to seem fearsome by living in an open air debris garden, or a dump or whatever the hell that place was. He wants to hang with rats? Let me tell you, the only rat you should be talking to is Rizzo Rat! Him and his little Muppet friends - but no others. With any damn luck he'll catch something like a cold or something so I don't have to grace him with my presence. It'd only be wasted on Misery.
So at Monday Night Fights, my debut here at New Alberta Pro, the best thing to come out of Kenosha will thrash Misery. Overcome Death, and drive 'The Moose' face first into that canvas as I pin every one of them, one - two - three! 'Pressure Cooker', man, that's what they need to watch out for.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]