Post by theminstrel on Jan 13, 2006 17:25:20 GMT -5
[We are located in a dimly lit room, where a green-felt table sits with a bar lying behind it. The green-felted table is undoubtedly used for some type of gambling or card playing. A stack of chips lays at three different locations on table. There is a dealer standing on one side of the table. On the other side, two men that we are very familiar with sit sipping on glasses of Jack Daniels. The two men are Marcus Trapier and Chris Casino]
[Trapier wears a white suit with a black shirt and purple tie. His dark hair is slicked back and he appears to be in an amazing mood. Casino’s blonde hair is slicked back and he wears a black tailor-made suit. He sips on his Jack lightly]
[Trapier places down his glass]
Trapier: This is a nice set-up, I could get used to this.
[Chris nods his head]
Trapier: What are you not feeling so well?
[Chris smirks and sips his Jack]
Trapier: Oh yeah, you’re little drunken escapade the other night.
[Chris puts his Jack down and taps his stomach]
Casino: Well, what can I say? The booze does it to you.
[Casino turns towards Trapier, in a friendly way asks]
Casino: Is your boy okay to tag with?
[Marcus nods]
Trapier: He knows the deal, my friend. He knows of our little arrangement and supports it one hundred percent.
Casino: Good. I was a little worried about that crazy son of a bitch because I know Cartwright can take care of business so long as nothing or no one blows it.
[Marcus chuckles]
Trapier: The guy is undefeated and has a chance to take out his opponent a week early, I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. But while we’re on the wrestling topic,; what’s Brandon’s deal? Seems like he’s got some issues with me.
[Chris shrugs his shoulders]
Casino: The guy’s just a control freak, he means no harm though.
[Marcus nods]
Trapier: Good because I don’t want anything to get in the way of this partnership, there is A LOT of money to be made here.
[With that we hear a door open, we pan to see a bald man, who looks to be about middle-age wearing a black suit walk into the room. He is wearing a big smile as he walks towards the table]
Man: Gentlemen, welcome to your casino, the Baccarat Casino.
[The man shakes hands with Marcus and Chris then sits down next to Chris and lays out his chips]
Man: You boys ready to play a little.
[They both smirk]
Trapier: I’ve been waiting all day.
[Chris leans into tell Marcus something]
Casino: I think the first thing we should do is change the name.
[Marcus grins]
[Cut away.]
[Fade back inside of the St. Richard’s Asylum, where the white halls just seem to echo with footsteps over the erie silence of the place. Down the hall, we see two men walking together with one pushing a cleaning cart. They are both dressed in white just like the hall so the only thing that sticks out about them is their actual skin color and features]
[As they approach, we recognize the man that is not pushing the cart as none other then Jack. His long black hair greasy as ever, his nose is growing a rather large pimple, and his teeth just radiate an aura of rotting. The man pushing the cart is dark skinned, more then likely of African descent. He is bald and rather thin. He is slightly taller then Jack and has a sort of worn out look]
Man: So yeah, this detective has been looking for info on you in reference to the doctor.
Jack: Really?
[Jack responds calmly, underneath his left eye still slightly bruised from the altercation with Trapier]
Man: Keeps offering me money, if I can find out stuff on you.
[Jack smirks]
Jack: Good thing we pay you the big bucks, Ray.
Ray: Yeah, you keep me in supply so I would never say anything true to him.
Jack: Good.
[Ray stops pushing the cart and grabs a mop and bucket off of it. Jack also grabs a mop]
Jack: So what’s this guy’s name?
Ray: Dasse.
[Jack shrugs rather arrogantly]
Jack: Sounds like an amateur, we can probably pay him off. Who sent him?
Ray: Hordem’s sister.
[Jack’s eyes go wide and a grin comes to his face]
Jack: Really?
[Ray nods and dips his mop into the bucket, Jack is frozen in a moment of delight]
[Cut away]
[There is the sound of air being pumped, a slight whistling sound as we fade up. We find ourselves in a room that is covered in deep red. The walls, the furniture, even the man sitting in the room wears a deep red suit. He wears a mask… The mask of the Minstrel]
[He sits there whistling as he is blowing up a series of balloons and letting them float to the ceiling. Underneath the pile of balloons, we see the shine of the NAPW Provincial Title. The Minstrel is apparently not showing any ill effects from the other night]
[POP!]
[The balloon he was filling up pops from being over-filled]
Minstrel: Oh fudge.
[He says this shrugging his shoulder then grabbing another balloon]
Minstrel: Too much pressure, I suppose.
[The balloon he grabbed is either a deep blue or purple, its rather hard to tell until he fills it up]
Minstrel: Some people can handle the pressure and, sadly, others cannot. My favorite friend, Ravager is a perfect example of someone who cannot. And myself…
[He removes the balloon from the nozzle and wraps a tight knot around it to keep the helium from escaping. He holds it up and for the record it is purple]
Minstrel: Perfect.
[He lets the balloon go and grabs another, this time it is orange]
Minstrel: This week, all you lucky people should be in a great mood, because you get a sneak peak at the massacre that will be Joker’s Wild.
[He chuckles]
Minstrel: Oh the irony… You get to see myself and one of the upstanding gentlemen of the Rat Pack, Evan Cartwright against the marathon soap opera and the most underestimated wrestler in the history of underestimated wrestlers.
[He shakes his head as he removes the balloon and it lets out the fart noise]
Minstrel: Whoops.
[He giggles as he places it back onto the nozzle]
Minstrel: Maniac, you are this supposedly great superstar, who happened to choose this federation as your new stomping grounds… Well, allow me to show you how much I care.
[Thumbs down and a raspberry]
Minstrel: Maniac, you are a man that claims to walk that fine line between good and evil. This in the end is what I truly believe will be your downfall…
[He leans forward]
Minstrel: Not because I don’t believe you can survive on your own… But because you lack purpose, you lack a true motive. Now I know success is a supposed motive…
[He yawns to sarcastically as he lifts his hand up to simulate it against his mask]
Minstrel: But I truly believe in what I do. I truly believe in taking what matters to people and popping it like a balloon. Taking someone’s hope, someone’s faith, everything they deserve in life and just taking it like that.
[He snaps his fingers]
Minstrel: What do you believe in, my friend? The power of love?
[He cackles]
Minstrel: It’s nothing, but weakness my friend.
[He ties the orange balloon and lets it float up to the sky. He then pushes the noozle and takes in some of the helium. In that Alvin and Chipmunks voice he speaks as he stands up]
Minstrel: I’m J.C. Cook and I’ll get respect. I got my face busted open, but it will never happen again because now everyone underestimates me.
Minstrel: Please, J.C. I am much too smart to underestimate my opponents. That’s part of the reason why this title is mine and part of the reason, why I’m undefeated because I’m smart enough to see everyone’s strengths… And to expose their weaknesses.
[He adjusts his suit by pulling on the flaps by his chest. His voice has returned to normal]
Minstrel: J.C., you are a dangerous opponent because you are fighting to prove people wrong, to show you’re more then what people saw on Black Thursday, but you’re not as dangerous as you think…
[He closes in on the camera, the mask almost fills the entire screen against the deep red background]
Minstrel: Words will only take you so far, the doubts of others will only take you so far. And I’m telling you now, this little tangent has run its course. This week, you and your partner will get a real lesson in this game… The man, who wins…
[His head nods slowly]
Minstrel: Is often the one with the least to lose.
[Cut away]
Chris Casino getting drunk again with permission
[Trapier wears a white suit with a black shirt and purple tie. His dark hair is slicked back and he appears to be in an amazing mood. Casino’s blonde hair is slicked back and he wears a black tailor-made suit. He sips on his Jack lightly]
[Trapier places down his glass]
Trapier: This is a nice set-up, I could get used to this.
[Chris nods his head]
Trapier: What are you not feeling so well?
[Chris smirks and sips his Jack]
Trapier: Oh yeah, you’re little drunken escapade the other night.
[Chris puts his Jack down and taps his stomach]
Casino: Well, what can I say? The booze does it to you.
[Casino turns towards Trapier, in a friendly way asks]
Casino: Is your boy okay to tag with?
[Marcus nods]
Trapier: He knows the deal, my friend. He knows of our little arrangement and supports it one hundred percent.
Casino: Good. I was a little worried about that crazy son of a bitch because I know Cartwright can take care of business so long as nothing or no one blows it.
[Marcus chuckles]
Trapier: The guy is undefeated and has a chance to take out his opponent a week early, I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. But while we’re on the wrestling topic,; what’s Brandon’s deal? Seems like he’s got some issues with me.
[Chris shrugs his shoulders]
Casino: The guy’s just a control freak, he means no harm though.
[Marcus nods]
Trapier: Good because I don’t want anything to get in the way of this partnership, there is A LOT of money to be made here.
[With that we hear a door open, we pan to see a bald man, who looks to be about middle-age wearing a black suit walk into the room. He is wearing a big smile as he walks towards the table]
Man: Gentlemen, welcome to your casino, the Baccarat Casino.
[The man shakes hands with Marcus and Chris then sits down next to Chris and lays out his chips]
Man: You boys ready to play a little.
[They both smirk]
Trapier: I’ve been waiting all day.
[Chris leans into tell Marcus something]
Casino: I think the first thing we should do is change the name.
[Marcus grins]
[Cut away.]
[Fade back inside of the St. Richard’s Asylum, where the white halls just seem to echo with footsteps over the erie silence of the place. Down the hall, we see two men walking together with one pushing a cleaning cart. They are both dressed in white just like the hall so the only thing that sticks out about them is their actual skin color and features]
[As they approach, we recognize the man that is not pushing the cart as none other then Jack. His long black hair greasy as ever, his nose is growing a rather large pimple, and his teeth just radiate an aura of rotting. The man pushing the cart is dark skinned, more then likely of African descent. He is bald and rather thin. He is slightly taller then Jack and has a sort of worn out look]
Man: So yeah, this detective has been looking for info on you in reference to the doctor.
Jack: Really?
[Jack responds calmly, underneath his left eye still slightly bruised from the altercation with Trapier]
Man: Keeps offering me money, if I can find out stuff on you.
[Jack smirks]
Jack: Good thing we pay you the big bucks, Ray.
Ray: Yeah, you keep me in supply so I would never say anything true to him.
Jack: Good.
[Ray stops pushing the cart and grabs a mop and bucket off of it. Jack also grabs a mop]
Jack: So what’s this guy’s name?
Ray: Dasse.
[Jack shrugs rather arrogantly]
Jack: Sounds like an amateur, we can probably pay him off. Who sent him?
Ray: Hordem’s sister.
[Jack’s eyes go wide and a grin comes to his face]
Jack: Really?
[Ray nods and dips his mop into the bucket, Jack is frozen in a moment of delight]
[Cut away]
[There is the sound of air being pumped, a slight whistling sound as we fade up. We find ourselves in a room that is covered in deep red. The walls, the furniture, even the man sitting in the room wears a deep red suit. He wears a mask… The mask of the Minstrel]
[He sits there whistling as he is blowing up a series of balloons and letting them float to the ceiling. Underneath the pile of balloons, we see the shine of the NAPW Provincial Title. The Minstrel is apparently not showing any ill effects from the other night]
[POP!]
[The balloon he was filling up pops from being over-filled]
Minstrel: Oh fudge.
[He says this shrugging his shoulder then grabbing another balloon]
Minstrel: Too much pressure, I suppose.
[The balloon he grabbed is either a deep blue or purple, its rather hard to tell until he fills it up]
Minstrel: Some people can handle the pressure and, sadly, others cannot. My favorite friend, Ravager is a perfect example of someone who cannot. And myself…
[He removes the balloon from the nozzle and wraps a tight knot around it to keep the helium from escaping. He holds it up and for the record it is purple]
Minstrel: Perfect.
[He lets the balloon go and grabs another, this time it is orange]
Minstrel: This week, all you lucky people should be in a great mood, because you get a sneak peak at the massacre that will be Joker’s Wild.
[He chuckles]
Minstrel: Oh the irony… You get to see myself and one of the upstanding gentlemen of the Rat Pack, Evan Cartwright against the marathon soap opera and the most underestimated wrestler in the history of underestimated wrestlers.
[He shakes his head as he removes the balloon and it lets out the fart noise]
Minstrel: Whoops.
[He giggles as he places it back onto the nozzle]
Minstrel: Maniac, you are this supposedly great superstar, who happened to choose this federation as your new stomping grounds… Well, allow me to show you how much I care.
[Thumbs down and a raspberry]
Minstrel: Maniac, you are a man that claims to walk that fine line between good and evil. This in the end is what I truly believe will be your downfall…
[He leans forward]
Minstrel: Not because I don’t believe you can survive on your own… But because you lack purpose, you lack a true motive. Now I know success is a supposed motive…
[He yawns to sarcastically as he lifts his hand up to simulate it against his mask]
Minstrel: But I truly believe in what I do. I truly believe in taking what matters to people and popping it like a balloon. Taking someone’s hope, someone’s faith, everything they deserve in life and just taking it like that.
[He snaps his fingers]
Minstrel: What do you believe in, my friend? The power of love?
[He cackles]
Minstrel: It’s nothing, but weakness my friend.
[He ties the orange balloon and lets it float up to the sky. He then pushes the noozle and takes in some of the helium. In that Alvin and Chipmunks voice he speaks as he stands up]
Minstrel: I’m J.C. Cook and I’ll get respect. I got my face busted open, but it will never happen again because now everyone underestimates me.
Minstrel: Please, J.C. I am much too smart to underestimate my opponents. That’s part of the reason why this title is mine and part of the reason, why I’m undefeated because I’m smart enough to see everyone’s strengths… And to expose their weaknesses.
[He adjusts his suit by pulling on the flaps by his chest. His voice has returned to normal]
Minstrel: J.C., you are a dangerous opponent because you are fighting to prove people wrong, to show you’re more then what people saw on Black Thursday, but you’re not as dangerous as you think…
[He closes in on the camera, the mask almost fills the entire screen against the deep red background]
Minstrel: Words will only take you so far, the doubts of others will only take you so far. And I’m telling you now, this little tangent has run its course. This week, you and your partner will get a real lesson in this game… The man, who wins…
[His head nods slowly]
Minstrel: Is often the one with the least to lose.
[Cut away]
Chris Casino getting drunk again with permission