Post by Stone Zellor on Nov 27, 2005 17:19:49 GMT -5
[The scene opens in West Edmonton Mall, where J.C. Cook is currently ambling around looking for the food court. You see he's relatively new in the area and right now he's hungry from carrying his bags of goodies around the place. His wavy brown hair bouncing as he steps. His 'Led Zeppelin' t-shirt being the pride of place on his upper body, almost masking the cardio muscular work he's been doing in the gym lately. And his tattered old jeans dragging under his feet as he goes, muttering to himself]
J.C.:
Again with the ranting Misery. If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, I am too beautiful to have to wear a mask. I am too damn beautiful to hang around in an abandoned rubbish dump. But the most important factor is, I'm too beautiful to be enslaved by anyone.... Especially you.
Did you not see me on Thursday? On Action! as I dispatched of Mirage and his goons too. Sure, he's your imitator but I beat him with relative ease. These imitators of yours keep getting thrown at me. First there was Death. I beat him on my debut, and I beat him the next week as well. Now I've beaten Mirage. Surely it's time for the real deal. Surely it's time for me to go face to face with the man they Misery!
[J.C. stops talking to himself as he heads towards a 'Baskin Robbins'. As he walks in he heads towards the counter where there's a line of people waiting]
J.C.:
It's time for you to have a serious challenge Misery. I'm not as easily beaten as six of your whipping posts, and if I were to have a shovel in my hand, you'd know about it. Believe me! So I when I hear that you're locked away in some tip somewhere I become a little bit sceptic. Are you taking me seriously? Are you trying to win? Or is your ego so overly inflated from these losers worshipping you every single day of, what must be, their very pathetic lives?
[The queue moves along]
How anyone would want to spend time in a trash heap is beyond me. How anyone would want to spend time around you, is also beyond me. But how you've gotten so many people to do the both, that's almost amazing. And you want me to be one of your 'children' or whatever it is you call them? I don't think so. I don't do slavery. I don't do shovels and I don't do garbage piles. But, by all means, if you want to include weapons in this match to settle the score I've not been a million miles away from brawling in my life.
[And the queue moves along a bit more, as J.C. gets nearer the counter]
Deep down you don't want this match to degenerate into a brawl, because you know that's my strength right now. I'm sure you watched as Mirage and his stooges tried on Action! and how I single handed dispatched with all of them. Is that what you want our match at "Black Thursday" to become? If it is then make your way to Winchell's office and request a hardcore match, or a no disqualification, anything you want because right now I want to inflict as much pain as I legally can to you!
[One step closer now]
It wasn't the blindside attack. It wasn't your poor sportsmanship after our debut match here in NAPW. I think you crossed the line when you first mentioned enslaving, and Monica in the same breath. You can pick on me, I'm your size and I can fight my own battles without too much of a struggle. But when you mention my girlfriend, you make it personal. Everything before I could let slide. You could have been the one who got away. You could have been, what I would call, a lucky one. But you know damn well you didn't pin me that fateful night and it pisses you off, royally! It bugs you that you didn't beat me and now, what, you want a second chance? Well, you've gone through too much. Really, all you had to do was ask and I'd have been happy to get in the ring with you. A win is a win no matter how easy it is...
[The queue moves again and J.C. is at the counter, ready to order his ice cream]
Worker:
What will it be?
J.C.:
A 'Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough' ice cream, and a 'Mint Chocolate Chip' malt please.
Worker:
Coming right up.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade-to-black as J.C. leaves with his snack and drink resting in one hand, as he struggles with his bags in the other]
J.C.:
Again with the ranting Misery. If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, I am too beautiful to have to wear a mask. I am too damn beautiful to hang around in an abandoned rubbish dump. But the most important factor is, I'm too beautiful to be enslaved by anyone.... Especially you.
Did you not see me on Thursday? On Action! as I dispatched of Mirage and his goons too. Sure, he's your imitator but I beat him with relative ease. These imitators of yours keep getting thrown at me. First there was Death. I beat him on my debut, and I beat him the next week as well. Now I've beaten Mirage. Surely it's time for the real deal. Surely it's time for me to go face to face with the man they Misery!
[J.C. stops talking to himself as he heads towards a 'Baskin Robbins'. As he walks in he heads towards the counter where there's a line of people waiting]
J.C.:
It's time for you to have a serious challenge Misery. I'm not as easily beaten as six of your whipping posts, and if I were to have a shovel in my hand, you'd know about it. Believe me! So I when I hear that you're locked away in some tip somewhere I become a little bit sceptic. Are you taking me seriously? Are you trying to win? Or is your ego so overly inflated from these losers worshipping you every single day of, what must be, their very pathetic lives?
[The queue moves along]
How anyone would want to spend time in a trash heap is beyond me. How anyone would want to spend time around you, is also beyond me. But how you've gotten so many people to do the both, that's almost amazing. And you want me to be one of your 'children' or whatever it is you call them? I don't think so. I don't do slavery. I don't do shovels and I don't do garbage piles. But, by all means, if you want to include weapons in this match to settle the score I've not been a million miles away from brawling in my life.
[And the queue moves along a bit more, as J.C. gets nearer the counter]
Deep down you don't want this match to degenerate into a brawl, because you know that's my strength right now. I'm sure you watched as Mirage and his stooges tried on Action! and how I single handed dispatched with all of them. Is that what you want our match at "Black Thursday" to become? If it is then make your way to Winchell's office and request a hardcore match, or a no disqualification, anything you want because right now I want to inflict as much pain as I legally can to you!
[One step closer now]
It wasn't the blindside attack. It wasn't your poor sportsmanship after our debut match here in NAPW. I think you crossed the line when you first mentioned enslaving, and Monica in the same breath. You can pick on me, I'm your size and I can fight my own battles without too much of a struggle. But when you mention my girlfriend, you make it personal. Everything before I could let slide. You could have been the one who got away. You could have been, what I would call, a lucky one. But you know damn well you didn't pin me that fateful night and it pisses you off, royally! It bugs you that you didn't beat me and now, what, you want a second chance? Well, you've gone through too much. Really, all you had to do was ask and I'd have been happy to get in the ring with you. A win is a win no matter how easy it is...
[The queue moves again and J.C. is at the counter, ready to order his ice cream]
Worker:
What will it be?
J.C.:
A 'Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough' ice cream, and a 'Mint Chocolate Chip' malt please.
Worker:
Coming right up.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade-to-black as J.C. leaves with his snack and drink resting in one hand, as he struggles with his bags in the other]