Post by Rotten on Jan 31, 2007 22:44:08 GMT -5
A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
~ Leo Tolstoy
~ Leo Tolstoy
Jan 26, 2006...
It's not personal...
Disrespect...
Stepping Stones...
[The light pans to the right and starts to dim for a second, but before your eyes can adjust, the glare returns.]
You're on my list...
Buddy, I'm a winner...
I hate losing...
My fault...
God damn it...
Happy now...
Doctor: Everything looks good. No sign of a concussion.
[Jeff Fox enters the shot.]
Fox: Thanks Doc.
Those were all quotes from Jay O'Brien... O'Brien rest assured, I'm not "That guy" who doesn't do the research.
[Johnny rolls off the bed, rubs his jaw and then opens and closes his mouth as if trying to prevent the stiffening process.]
Johnny: [More a question than a statement] So..?
Fox: [Sticking four pieces of gum in his mouth at one time.] Well your head is still attached to your shoulders, so that's a plus.
Johnny: So why do you think he hit me with the cheap shot?
Fox: Beside the obvious reason that you're facing him at Cold Snap.
[Johnny nods.]
Fox: Maybe he's trying to get in your head. Maybe he's scared. Maybe he's pissed off that he has to take a backwards step.
Johnny: I'm a backwards step.
Fox: He's number three for the provincial... You're four.
Johnny: Backwards...
[Fox gives a nod. Johnny rubs his jaw again.]
Fox: Maybe he was trying to scratch you off his list before you even meet in the ring.
Johnny: [Opens and closes his mouth.] It'll take more than one kick to do that.
[Transitional fade from the hospital to Jeff and Johnny's Mill Woods apartment.]
[Johnny sits in a pair of grey sweat pants that were cut off at the knees and a black t-shirt that reads "If wrestling was easy, it'd be your mom". Two dvds sit on the coffee table, while a third is playing on the TV. All three of them are labeled Jay O'Brien and are a collection of his NAPW matches. He strums lightly on his unplugged electric guitar and searches for a weakness.]
Ever get that nervous feeling in your stomach. It's not fear, but more like an acknowledgment that your close to something big. I was fighting Jay O'Brien at Cold Snap, and it was being dubbed as a possible show stealer for the PPV. [Johnny smiles basking at the thought of the recognition.] It was finally coming together.
[Fox enters the shot, pumping his arm as he lifts his leg and drops what just might be his guts.]
Johnny: [Almost dropping his guitar.] Geez... Couldn't you of done that in your room.
Fox: Yep..!
[Makes two finger pistols and pretends to shoot while providing anal sound effects.]
BRAAAAP BRAAAAAAAAAAAP
[Johnny covers his mouth and nose with his shirt.]
Johnny: [Muffled] What do you want Fox?
Fox: I got O'Brien's latest promo.
Johnny: Really... Where?
[Fox reaches behind and pulls a tape tucked into the back of his pants. Johnny does a body shiver and reaches for it.]
So I won't bore you with J.O.B's promo... The gyst of it was some backhanded compliments, and an answer to my unanswered question. Why the kick? I figured he'd give the typical "Business" answer, and he did, but he also mixed it up by saying it wasn't personal, but it would be by the end of the week. So was it heat for our match like he said, or does he feel threatened like Foxy said. Hard to say. But one thing I was sure of, Jay's promo was killer and professional, and if I was going to add my own bit of heat to this match, I was going to need something just as good.
Johnny: Hey Jeff... We need to get to a studio and cut a promo. Spare no expense, this really has to get me some exposure.
Fox: [Smiles and nods.] Sure thing kid, go get changed.
[Johnny grabs his clothes and goes to the bathroom to get changed, as soon as his back is turned, Jeff's smiling and nodding stops abruptly and even flips one-eighty as the sides of Fox's lips curl into a sneer much like O'Brien's from his promo. It ends with a slow shake of his head.]
Johnny: Jeff... [Crickets] Jeff..!!!
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[Black and White]
[Incase your not sure, this isn't camera trickery or special effects. It's Johnny's vintage camcorder. Abandoned probably for reasons "that studios cost money", Rotten was forced to do the only thing he could. Shoot his own promo.]
Johnny: [Shouting] Jay O'Brien... Sorry's aren't going to cut it... Either are excuses. You kicked me in the face. [The camera starts to lower cutting off most of Johnny's head.] ...Not Winchell. And don't feed me any B.S about heat for the fans. You did it because... [The camera continues to lower, now pointing at Johnny's chest.] ...You did it bec... Crap.
[Static]
[Johnny stops mid-shoot and moves the camcorder from it's propped up position on the couch to the kitchen table. He stacks a few books underneath it and grumbles something about editing later.]
[Rewind... Record]
[Rotten Promo]
[Johnny Rotten stands beside a record player.]
[Wink and a smile as he drops the needle.]
"I need to Win"
[Skip]
"I need to Win"
[Skip]
"I need to Win"
[Skip]
Johnny: Hey look it's a Jay O'Brien promo.
[Middle finger]
Johnny: [Open his mouth to continue] Lame... [Sigh] Like this promo.
[Static]
I was definitely going to have to come up with something better than that or I wouldn't have a shadow of a hope against O'Brien... [Slight laugh] Hmmm.
[Rewind... Record]
[Rotten Promo]
[New location. Johnny shoots a shot of the Grey Nuns community hospital in Mill Woods.]
Johnny: Jay O'Brien, that is the last time I'll ever be in there because of you... Infact I owe ya one.
[The camera turns and becomes steady now focused on Johnny Rotten who stands in a semi-dark alley. The studded dog collar catches a glint of light, Johnny's fingers touch it for a second and as he does, confidence begins to emit from every pore.]
Johnny: Jay, I don't care about your list... [Dead pan eyes] Write my name down, scratch it out, hell make a voodoo doll of me and light me on fire, it doesn't matter. [Pause] It won't change the outcome of this match. Now... With this promo, I plan to clear up a few things. [Shows one finger] What happened in the ring with that kick. Very personal... [Two fingers] You don't need a week to hate me... Hate me now... [Slight smile] Hate me cause I'm better than you.
[Three fingers]
Johnny: You like pie... Good, come Cold Snap, I'm going to feed you every last piece, and I hope you choke on it.
[Four]
Johnny: [Mimicking] THE. HOTTEST. NEWCOMMER... [Leans forward] Your looking at him. You... Jay O'Brien, You're right here.
[Johnny points behind him, but you can't see anything because of the lack of light.]
[Cocky smile]
[Wink]
[Johnny steps to the side out of the shot of the camera and as his shadow moves, a NAPW poster with Jay O'Brien's face can be seen taped to the brick building.]
[The camera pans from the poster to Johnny's face who fills the screen.]
Johnny: Five...
[Johnny shows five fingers. He balls up four of them into a modified fist leaving... Yep you guessed it.]
[Middle Finger]
[Static]