Post by Stone Zellor on Jan 17, 2006 17:10:43 GMT -5
~*~*~ Monday Evening ~*~*~
[The scene opens at the end of Monday Night Fights, where J.C. Cook, still in his ring attire is met by a waiting Josh Reynolds. Cook is angry to say the least. Livid would be a better word, as the sweat is still dripping down from his forehead and body after his match earlier]
Josh Reynolds:
J.C. could I get your feelings about what's transpired here tonight?
J.C.:
Well, I'm angry. Livid. In disbelief. Need I go on?
Josh:
What ab...
J.C.:
I had that match won. Maniac had that match won, and yet we got screwed out of the victory. I got screwed and spit on in the same night, and the last time I checked I wasn't a five dollar whore!
[Josh takes a step back as the usually gentile Cook raises his voice]
J.C.:
And do you know who's fault it is Josh?
Josh:
Terry Brandon's?
J.C.:
Well, I was going to say Maniac but yeah, his as well. I mean, I was about to hit the Pressure Cooker. I was going to finish The Minstrel off and make him shake in his boots before "Joker's Wild", but Maniac tagged himself in and look what happened! KICKWHAMHEADHUNTER, but bloody Terry Brandon interfered and Maniac got rolled up like a big fatty as Brandon grasped onto Evan bloody Cartwright!
Then, for some strange reason Maniac knocks me out! I was right last week when I said he was a loser and he proved me right tonight.
Josh:
But with neither you or The Minstrel involved in the pin fall tonight, how is that setting you up for "Joker's Wild"?
J.C.:
Umm, er... I don't know. I mean, man, I'm just too angry to think right now. I had this match won and they all screwed me over. Every single person in that ring...
[Cook looks around for something to hit, but there's nothing nearby]
J.C.:
Why is there nothing to hit around here?
Josh:
There's a wall.
J.C.:
Don't be daft, man, that'll break my hand.
Josh:
Look, you're obviously too angry at the moment. I'll just come back later.
J.C.:
You do that...
[Josh Reynolds walks away at a hurried pace as Cook disappears back into his locker room as the scene fades out]
~*~*~ Tuesday Morning ~*~*~
[The scene fades in the next morning, where Cook is sitting at his breakfast bar in his Edmonton bachelor pad, eating a bowl of cereal. It looks like a wholegrain cereal, which is disappointing as the sugary ones taste much better. But he seems a bit more relaxed then the last time we saw him as he sits, dressed in jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, his hair still got a touch of bed to it as the scene continues]
J.C.:
Minstrel, last night you know that you never beat me. You know that you were two seconds away from the 'Pressure Cooker', and we both know that would have finished you off right then.
If only Maniac hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong. This was between you and I, man, he just tagged himself in. I can't believe it. After I spent all last week defending him, trying to sweeten him up so we could work as a damn team, he screwed me over. I can't believe it.
Just two seconds away, and I would have had that match wrapped up like a Swedish teen on your birthday... When they jump out of a cake... Good times. But, no. I mean, seriously, what the hell what he thinking? Your partner never screwed you over, and I expect that from The Rat Pack. Chris Casino and his band of rowdy rebels, thinking they're better then me just because I was out of action for a few weeks. D! was out of action as well, but he's gonna kick Casino's ass this week, just like I yours Minstrel.
[Cook smiles to himself as he finishes off the bowl of cereal. He places it in the sink before continuing sitting at the bar]
But last night, you had someone extra in your corner. Terry Brandon. And I think we can both agree he had an influence in the outcome of the match. So what I'm gonna do, and you're gonna love this. I'm gonna go and ask Winchell to ban outside interference for our match at "Joker's Wild". I mean, man, I had you beat and Terry Brandon helped Evan to get the cover. I don't want that to happen to me, man. I don't know what sort of deal you got with that piece of trash, but it better not spill over into our match, man. I've come too far to have Terry Brandon take away what will be mine, the Provincial Title. Oh yes, it will be mine.
Last year I was that close to getting a shot at this title before Misery intervened and tried to take me out. I say tried, he did quite a good job. But he didn't finish me off. And I doubt you're man enough to start where he left off. I mean, you're half the man that Misery was, and he wasn't much of a man. For God's sake he lived in a rubbish dump. But, I repeat, last night you were two seconds away from being Pressure Cooked and this week at "Joker's Wild", I will finish what I started... And I will lift the Provincial Title in victory. For these, man, are good times.
[And with that, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black as Cook makes his way from the breakfast bar towards the bathroom]
[The scene opens at the end of Monday Night Fights, where J.C. Cook, still in his ring attire is met by a waiting Josh Reynolds. Cook is angry to say the least. Livid would be a better word, as the sweat is still dripping down from his forehead and body after his match earlier]
Josh Reynolds:
J.C. could I get your feelings about what's transpired here tonight?
J.C.:
Well, I'm angry. Livid. In disbelief. Need I go on?
Josh:
What ab...
J.C.:
I had that match won. Maniac had that match won, and yet we got screwed out of the victory. I got screwed and spit on in the same night, and the last time I checked I wasn't a five dollar whore!
[Josh takes a step back as the usually gentile Cook raises his voice]
J.C.:
And do you know who's fault it is Josh?
Josh:
Terry Brandon's?
J.C.:
Well, I was going to say Maniac but yeah, his as well. I mean, I was about to hit the Pressure Cooker. I was going to finish The Minstrel off and make him shake in his boots before "Joker's Wild", but Maniac tagged himself in and look what happened! KICKWHAMHEADHUNTER, but bloody Terry Brandon interfered and Maniac got rolled up like a big fatty as Brandon grasped onto Evan bloody Cartwright!
Then, for some strange reason Maniac knocks me out! I was right last week when I said he was a loser and he proved me right tonight.
Josh:
But with neither you or The Minstrel involved in the pin fall tonight, how is that setting you up for "Joker's Wild"?
J.C.:
Umm, er... I don't know. I mean, man, I'm just too angry to think right now. I had this match won and they all screwed me over. Every single person in that ring...
[Cook looks around for something to hit, but there's nothing nearby]
J.C.:
Why is there nothing to hit around here?
Josh:
There's a wall.
J.C.:
Don't be daft, man, that'll break my hand.
Josh:
Look, you're obviously too angry at the moment. I'll just come back later.
J.C.:
You do that...
[Josh Reynolds walks away at a hurried pace as Cook disappears back into his locker room as the scene fades out]
~*~*~ Tuesday Morning ~*~*~
[The scene fades in the next morning, where Cook is sitting at his breakfast bar in his Edmonton bachelor pad, eating a bowl of cereal. It looks like a wholegrain cereal, which is disappointing as the sugary ones taste much better. But he seems a bit more relaxed then the last time we saw him as he sits, dressed in jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, his hair still got a touch of bed to it as the scene continues]
J.C.:
Minstrel, last night you know that you never beat me. You know that you were two seconds away from the 'Pressure Cooker', and we both know that would have finished you off right then.
If only Maniac hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong. This was between you and I, man, he just tagged himself in. I can't believe it. After I spent all last week defending him, trying to sweeten him up so we could work as a damn team, he screwed me over. I can't believe it.
Just two seconds away, and I would have had that match wrapped up like a Swedish teen on your birthday... When they jump out of a cake... Good times. But, no. I mean, seriously, what the hell what he thinking? Your partner never screwed you over, and I expect that from The Rat Pack. Chris Casino and his band of rowdy rebels, thinking they're better then me just because I was out of action for a few weeks. D! was out of action as well, but he's gonna kick Casino's ass this week, just like I yours Minstrel.
[Cook smiles to himself as he finishes off the bowl of cereal. He places it in the sink before continuing sitting at the bar]
But last night, you had someone extra in your corner. Terry Brandon. And I think we can both agree he had an influence in the outcome of the match. So what I'm gonna do, and you're gonna love this. I'm gonna go and ask Winchell to ban outside interference for our match at "Joker's Wild". I mean, man, I had you beat and Terry Brandon helped Evan to get the cover. I don't want that to happen to me, man. I don't know what sort of deal you got with that piece of trash, but it better not spill over into our match, man. I've come too far to have Terry Brandon take away what will be mine, the Provincial Title. Oh yes, it will be mine.
Last year I was that close to getting a shot at this title before Misery intervened and tried to take me out. I say tried, he did quite a good job. But he didn't finish me off. And I doubt you're man enough to start where he left off. I mean, you're half the man that Misery was, and he wasn't much of a man. For God's sake he lived in a rubbish dump. But, I repeat, last night you were two seconds away from being Pressure Cooked and this week at "Joker's Wild", I will finish what I started... And I will lift the Provincial Title in victory. For these, man, are good times.
[And with that, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black as Cook makes his way from the breakfast bar towards the bathroom]