Post by Stone Zellor on Jan 28, 2006 19:03:04 GMT -5
~*~*~ Rio Lucio, New Mexico, June 2002 ~*~*~
The Middle Of Nowhere
6:22am
The scene opens in the desert outside Rio Lucio, New Mexico. It's a small town with a population of 400 or so people, and at one time during a long summer back in 2002, it was home to one J.C. Cook. Actually, he was just using it as a temporary placement for when he briefly worked in Mexico, and because of it's small population, Cook was happy.
At this moment, Cook is happy. But who wouldn't be after that night? He checked into his room, at the local saloon and there he did find Gideon's bible. And the phone number for Marissa... And yes, he has a thing for girls with names beginning with 'M'. Anyway. He had just wrestled a match for AAA, one of only three before he got fired. But, Cook had emerged victorious in front of the cheering Mexican fans and had decided to celebrate after a long drive back to Rio Lucio, he partied hard at the saloon.
How he ended up in the desert, lying back down amongst the trees and rocks is somewhat of a blurry mystery, but he suspects the alcohol and Marissa's father are to blame. Partially due to the fact that he drank a lot, and there's tyre tracks leading up to and leading away from where he is now. But, nonetheless, there he is in his old Led Zeppelin t-shirt and old jeans. They were never the same after this visit to the desert. Over the horizon, the sun is starting to rise, streaming golden yellow rays of light over the motionless body and it's surroundings. Then, Cook mutters something.
J.C.:
Never again...
He manages to sit up and look around, but his bleary eyes can't see very far. Somehow, Cook manages to get to his feet only to fall straight back down to his knees. Undeterred, he tries again. Success! He's on his feet, he's standing tall. Cook may not be able to see far, but he can see the tyre tracks in the dirt and sand, and so, J.C. Cook sets off on an epic journey back to Rio Lucio, where he would pack his bags and drive straight back to Pittsburgh to continue his training...
~*~*~ Scene Transition ~*~*~
The second scene opens about three hours ago, where J.C. Cook is visiting a comic book store. He's dressed up prim and proper, with his plain black t-shirt (his usual one is in the wash) and jeans, which is in striking contrast to the decor of the shop. This place is bright, with whitewash a plenty and neutral colours as far as the eyes can see. And standing there behind the counter is the only other person in the store, Chelsea. The semi-attractive brunette girl with nose and tongue web piercings, a rose tattoo on the small of her back and one leg slightly longer than the other. Only by a few millimetres, but it's still odd. Cook approaches the counter with a comic in his hands as the scene continues.
J.C.:
Do you have issue seventy two?
Chelsea:
No, sorry J.C.
Cook looks somewhat shocked.
J.C.:
Am I wearing my name badge again?
Chelsea:
No, don't worry. I saw you at Joker's Wild the other night. You were...awesome.
J.C.:
Thank you.
Chelsea:
And, they've only made fifty four of that particular comic so far.
J.C.:
Damn, what was I thinking?
Probably that he wanted to speak to the only woman in close proximity.
Chelsea:
It's a common mistake, don't worry about it.
J.C.:
Okay then. So, I couldn't help but notice you noticing me earlier...
Uh oh, Chelsea looks uncomfortable.
J.C.:
And I was thinking, I'm going to the gym later, umm, and wondered if you'd, err, never mind...
Chelsea:
No.
J.C.:
No what?
Chelsea:
To you.
J.C.:
But you were noticing me. And I noticed you noticing me, noticing that I had noticed you...
Chelsea:
Listen J.C., you're the only customer in the store at the moment and I had to keep an eye on you to make sure you weren't stealing the comics. It's nothing personal, and anyway, I'm seeing someone else.
J.C.:
But...
Chelsea:
No, sorry.
J.C.:
Ah, screw this then...
Cook puts the comic down on the counter and turns around as he heads towards the door.
Chelsea:
Oh, and you need a better chat up line!
J.C.:
Whatever!
And he leaves, the horrid memory of being turned down by the girl with one leg longer than the other is behind him now, by a good ten foot. But, it's put a damper on the rest of his day. It's perfectly sunny with very little wind, but he got turned down by the freak girl. Jesus H. Tap-Dancing Christ, his morale is at an all time low. Not since the "Great School Bust" of '97 has J.C. been angrier with himself than right now. Well, not including the time he spent in hospital after that concussion that everyone keeps bringing up. With only two day to go before Monday Night Fights and his match against the soon-to-be-returning-to-the-country Chris Casino, Cook has one solution left up his sleeve...Incense, and peppermints.
~*~*~ Scene Transition ~*~*~
The scene opens again in Cook's bachelor pad, where, as it turns out he's fresh out of incense and peppermints. He's even lost the vinyl of the Strawberry Alarm Clock song. What a drag. So he's sitting, thinking, twiddling his thumbs wondering what to do, but the camera's still rolling…
J.C.:
Think happy thoughts, man, think happy thoughts. Those were the words of my father when I asked him how to stop feeling so down. Come to think of it, he might have been high at the time. He couldn't remember my name when he was high.
But I'm in a predicament and I've got to do than think happy thoughts. Sure, memories of Marissa, Mindy and the good times with Monica...
Cook starts smiling and laughing to himself.
Wow, that actually works! You see, I've been feeling a bit down lately. Everywhere I go it seems people have this image of me, and it's being put in their minds by the narrow sighted nihilistic vacancy that occupies Chris Casino's soul. No more. Never again. Listen, man, and listen good for I'm going to say this one more time since you seem to be a bit slow on the ol' uptake of information. I have never been in your shadow. I am not currently in your shadow and I will never, ever be in your damn shadow.
I've said my piece this week, and for the love of God I hope you have to. Seriously, man, you need to work on the tone of voice you speak in. Maybe vary it occasionally. I don't know, whatever works for you. But, come Tuesday morning when the dust has settled, and no pot jokes okay? But when the dust has settled, and these precious rankings that you hold so dear show me above you in the chase for the NAPW Heavyweight title I hope you eat those vile words you've spewed lately. I really, really do.
And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black.
The Middle Of Nowhere
6:22am
The scene opens in the desert outside Rio Lucio, New Mexico. It's a small town with a population of 400 or so people, and at one time during a long summer back in 2002, it was home to one J.C. Cook. Actually, he was just using it as a temporary placement for when he briefly worked in Mexico, and because of it's small population, Cook was happy.
At this moment, Cook is happy. But who wouldn't be after that night? He checked into his room, at the local saloon and there he did find Gideon's bible. And the phone number for Marissa... And yes, he has a thing for girls with names beginning with 'M'. Anyway. He had just wrestled a match for AAA, one of only three before he got fired. But, Cook had emerged victorious in front of the cheering Mexican fans and had decided to celebrate after a long drive back to Rio Lucio, he partied hard at the saloon.
How he ended up in the desert, lying back down amongst the trees and rocks is somewhat of a blurry mystery, but he suspects the alcohol and Marissa's father are to blame. Partially due to the fact that he drank a lot, and there's tyre tracks leading up to and leading away from where he is now. But, nonetheless, there he is in his old Led Zeppelin t-shirt and old jeans. They were never the same after this visit to the desert. Over the horizon, the sun is starting to rise, streaming golden yellow rays of light over the motionless body and it's surroundings. Then, Cook mutters something.
J.C.:
Never again...
He manages to sit up and look around, but his bleary eyes can't see very far. Somehow, Cook manages to get to his feet only to fall straight back down to his knees. Undeterred, he tries again. Success! He's on his feet, he's standing tall. Cook may not be able to see far, but he can see the tyre tracks in the dirt and sand, and so, J.C. Cook sets off on an epic journey back to Rio Lucio, where he would pack his bags and drive straight back to Pittsburgh to continue his training...
~*~*~ Scene Transition ~*~*~
The second scene opens about three hours ago, where J.C. Cook is visiting a comic book store. He's dressed up prim and proper, with his plain black t-shirt (his usual one is in the wash) and jeans, which is in striking contrast to the decor of the shop. This place is bright, with whitewash a plenty and neutral colours as far as the eyes can see. And standing there behind the counter is the only other person in the store, Chelsea. The semi-attractive brunette girl with nose and tongue web piercings, a rose tattoo on the small of her back and one leg slightly longer than the other. Only by a few millimetres, but it's still odd. Cook approaches the counter with a comic in his hands as the scene continues.
J.C.:
Do you have issue seventy two?
Chelsea:
No, sorry J.C.
Cook looks somewhat shocked.
J.C.:
Am I wearing my name badge again?
Chelsea:
No, don't worry. I saw you at Joker's Wild the other night. You were...awesome.
J.C.:
Thank you.
Chelsea:
And, they've only made fifty four of that particular comic so far.
J.C.:
Damn, what was I thinking?
Probably that he wanted to speak to the only woman in close proximity.
Chelsea:
It's a common mistake, don't worry about it.
J.C.:
Okay then. So, I couldn't help but notice you noticing me earlier...
Uh oh, Chelsea looks uncomfortable.
J.C.:
And I was thinking, I'm going to the gym later, umm, and wondered if you'd, err, never mind...
Chelsea:
No.
J.C.:
No what?
Chelsea:
To you.
J.C.:
But you were noticing me. And I noticed you noticing me, noticing that I had noticed you...
Chelsea:
Listen J.C., you're the only customer in the store at the moment and I had to keep an eye on you to make sure you weren't stealing the comics. It's nothing personal, and anyway, I'm seeing someone else.
J.C.:
But...
Chelsea:
No, sorry.
J.C.:
Ah, screw this then...
Cook puts the comic down on the counter and turns around as he heads towards the door.
Chelsea:
Oh, and you need a better chat up line!
J.C.:
Whatever!
And he leaves, the horrid memory of being turned down by the girl with one leg longer than the other is behind him now, by a good ten foot. But, it's put a damper on the rest of his day. It's perfectly sunny with very little wind, but he got turned down by the freak girl. Jesus H. Tap-Dancing Christ, his morale is at an all time low. Not since the "Great School Bust" of '97 has J.C. been angrier with himself than right now. Well, not including the time he spent in hospital after that concussion that everyone keeps bringing up. With only two day to go before Monday Night Fights and his match against the soon-to-be-returning-to-the-country Chris Casino, Cook has one solution left up his sleeve...Incense, and peppermints.
~*~*~ Scene Transition ~*~*~
The scene opens again in Cook's bachelor pad, where, as it turns out he's fresh out of incense and peppermints. He's even lost the vinyl of the Strawberry Alarm Clock song. What a drag. So he's sitting, thinking, twiddling his thumbs wondering what to do, but the camera's still rolling…
J.C.:
Think happy thoughts, man, think happy thoughts. Those were the words of my father when I asked him how to stop feeling so down. Come to think of it, he might have been high at the time. He couldn't remember my name when he was high.
But I'm in a predicament and I've got to do than think happy thoughts. Sure, memories of Marissa, Mindy and the good times with Monica...
Cook starts smiling and laughing to himself.
Wow, that actually works! You see, I've been feeling a bit down lately. Everywhere I go it seems people have this image of me, and it's being put in their minds by the narrow sighted nihilistic vacancy that occupies Chris Casino's soul. No more. Never again. Listen, man, and listen good for I'm going to say this one more time since you seem to be a bit slow on the ol' uptake of information. I have never been in your shadow. I am not currently in your shadow and I will never, ever be in your damn shadow.
I've said my piece this week, and for the love of God I hope you have to. Seriously, man, you need to work on the tone of voice you speak in. Maybe vary it occasionally. I don't know, whatever works for you. But, come Tuesday morning when the dust has settled, and no pot jokes okay? But when the dust has settled, and these precious rankings that you hold so dear show me above you in the chase for the NAPW Heavyweight title I hope you eat those vile words you've spewed lately. I really, really do.
And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black.