Post by JFK on Jun 30, 2010 13:32:39 GMT -6
Embassy Suites Des Moines, Iowa. We can see Charlie and Venom pacing around the lobby, from the looks of it they are waiting for their rooms, we can see Mr. Fox in the background arguing with the front desk.
Charlie: I can't believe that our rooms are not ready, don't they know who we are?
Venom: Well we are in Iowa, so I doubt it. What's that smell?
Charlie: It's the stench of failure.
Venom: Ah.
We can hear a cell phone ringing and Charlie pulls out his blackberry from his suit pocket, he looks confused for a second and then answers it.
Charlie: Hey Christina how you doing? Huh...wait what? Hold on a second.
He hits a button putting the call on speaker.
~I asked if you guys have seen James at all since Collision? I've tried to reach him on his cell but it keeps going to voice mail, I haven't heard from him in a couple of days and that's really not like him.~
Venom shakes his head and looks around the lobby, no sign of JFK at all.
Venom: I haven't seen him since Sunday either.
Charlie: Same here.
~Well great. Ok hold on a second, let me see if I can't look something up.~
We can hear the clicking of keys being typed as the two men wait.
Charlie: Ok.
Charlie and Venom look at each other confused a bit then just shrug.
~What state are you guy's in this week?~
Venom: God awful Iowa.
~Ew...ok...then...Why is my husband in Florida!?~
Charlie: No clue.
Venom: Visiting family maybe?
~He doesn't have any family.~
Venom: Oh.
~Sigh, ok if you guy's hear from him before I do, please please tell him to give me a call. It's very important.~
Charlie: Will do.
With that Charlie hangs up the phone as Mr. Fox calls them over.
Venom: About time our rooms are ready.
Charlie nods as he just looks at his phone for a few more seconds, confused, he just shakes his head and lets it go as he walks off towards the front counter.
Why is JFK in Florida? Why don't we find out! What a novel concept.
The scene opens back up on just JFK's head, he seems to be looking off to the side at someone or something, we can hear a stream of water running down rocks in the background. JFK's goatee is about an inch long now, the rest of his beard is fully grown in, his hair looks dirty and unkempt, and guess what bitches, your women STILL want to be with him. How's that make you feel? That even tho this man looks like a homeless bum he's STILL better looking than you? It should hurt, and if it doesn't, your lying to yourself.
"I've done everything you've asked of me, EVERYTHING...I made something of my life, I worked hard and became someone. I came from nothing...NOTHING that YOU provided and became more than just a somebody, I'm rich, I'm famous, I have the smart sexy RICH wife you always wished I'd have. I've done it ALL! Yet you still love him more than me don't you! DONT YOU! This is why you mock me, even from where you are now this is why you TORMENT ME!
I even atoned for the sins against my brother, yet you still punish me, you continue to hold me down, mentally, verbally...emotionally.
I hate you.
I should have tried to kill YOU instead of Mikey, in all reality this was all YOUR fault.
**** you dad.
I'm glad you're gone."
We hear the sound of a zipper as the camera pans out and we can see now that JFK is standing in the middle of a cemetery. He's standing in front of a tombstone, we can't see the name on it but we can assume it's his father's from what we've just seen, he looks up and notices the camera. He pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket and lights one up and he walks away from the tombstone, the camera follows.
"Sorry you had to see that, every year or so I have to get that off my chest, it's a long complicated story of my past so I won't bore you with it, if you really want to know I suggest you go buy my DVD from that other company, it'll explain everything. Actually better yet, pirate it, **** that fat bastard Mongo he doesn't deserve to earn one more single red cent on our names."
He continues to walk as he takes a long hard drag from his cig.
"Now, I am guessing nCw wants to know my reaction to this past week, and about what's coming up this week otherwise you wouldn't be sticking that ****ing thing in my face right now. So I'll cut to the chase and try not to bore you people for too long. As far as last week goes well, congratulations Will, you pinned me. Good for you, and hey, look at it this way, now maybe you too can go on a losing streak and STILL get a world championship match, just like your buddy "Showtime" Burns. Because let's face facts, Burns hasn't done **** since he beat me. So the ONLY reason I can think of that he even GOT a title match was well because he beat ME.
That's how much I matter in this company, even while on a losing streak, beating me MEANS something.
so who's the ****ing joke now? Enjoy the win Will, you..."earned" it...and if you take any advise I've ever given you take this one to heart.
Stay the **** out of my way from here on out.
Because next time, I'm going to hurt you, next time, I'm going to break you, NEXT TIME...I will END you."
He takes another hard long pull from his smoke, exhaling it from his nose.
"And as far as this week goes, well. I will apologize to Williams and Armstrong right now. Because to be honest with you, to me...you two are not even in this match, call it tunnel vision, call it blind rage, but the only person I want to get my hands on this week is Sephiroth Du Lac. It's nothing personal with you two boys, quite honestly any opportunity to step into the ring with Williams is a good one, he is a former world champion, and a hell of a fighter. It's always a pleasure to go toe to toe with him, and Armstrong, well quite frankly I don't even know who you are, I don't read press releases, I don't pay attention to the new signees because quite frankly in my world, you rookies don't matter.
But Sephiroth Du Lac."
JFK grins the ever so slightest sinister grin.
"You Edward wanna be, you ****ing gay as vampire bitch. You think I forgot about what you did to me a few weeks ago? Sure, maybe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe I just got in your way to your actual goal, but the truth of the matter is what happened happened, and I can't let it go. You insulted me in the most insulting way another man can, you disrespected more than any other man has ever DARED to disrespect me in this company, in my LIFE.
You SPIT in my face Sephiroth. MY FACE.
And for that, I will rip YOURS off. You think you are a some kind of monster? Some kind of super natural being to be feared? Well I got some news for you bitch, I don't fear no man, especially some NERD pretending to be something he's not. You think you are a monster Sephiroth? I think you're a JOKE. Monsters don't wear black and wear fake fangs, monsters don't walk around with stupid cane's TELLING people they are monsters. Monsters are men who look like everyone else. Monsters are men who do despicable things to hurt other with no remorse.
Hitler.
Dahmer.
Manson.
Karn."
Out of nowhere JFK Karn Kicks the camera man sending the scene into darkness.
Charlie: I can't believe that our rooms are not ready, don't they know who we are?
Venom: Well we are in Iowa, so I doubt it. What's that smell?
Charlie: It's the stench of failure.
Venom: Ah.
We can hear a cell phone ringing and Charlie pulls out his blackberry from his suit pocket, he looks confused for a second and then answers it.
Charlie: Hey Christina how you doing? Huh...wait what? Hold on a second.
He hits a button putting the call on speaker.
~I asked if you guys have seen James at all since Collision? I've tried to reach him on his cell but it keeps going to voice mail, I haven't heard from him in a couple of days and that's really not like him.~
Venom shakes his head and looks around the lobby, no sign of JFK at all.
Venom: I haven't seen him since Sunday either.
Charlie: Same here.
~Well great. Ok hold on a second, let me see if I can't look something up.~
We can hear the clicking of keys being typed as the two men wait.
Charlie: Ok.
Charlie and Venom look at each other confused a bit then just shrug.
~What state are you guy's in this week?~
Venom: God awful Iowa.
~Ew...ok...then...Why is my husband in Florida!?~
Charlie: No clue.
Venom: Visiting family maybe?
~He doesn't have any family.~
Venom: Oh.
~Sigh, ok if you guy's hear from him before I do, please please tell him to give me a call. It's very important.~
Charlie: Will do.
With that Charlie hangs up the phone as Mr. Fox calls them over.
Venom: About time our rooms are ready.
Charlie nods as he just looks at his phone for a few more seconds, confused, he just shakes his head and lets it go as he walks off towards the front counter.
Why is JFK in Florida? Why don't we find out! What a novel concept.
The scene opens back up on just JFK's head, he seems to be looking off to the side at someone or something, we can hear a stream of water running down rocks in the background. JFK's goatee is about an inch long now, the rest of his beard is fully grown in, his hair looks dirty and unkempt, and guess what bitches, your women STILL want to be with him. How's that make you feel? That even tho this man looks like a homeless bum he's STILL better looking than you? It should hurt, and if it doesn't, your lying to yourself.
"I've done everything you've asked of me, EVERYTHING...I made something of my life, I worked hard and became someone. I came from nothing...NOTHING that YOU provided and became more than just a somebody, I'm rich, I'm famous, I have the smart sexy RICH wife you always wished I'd have. I've done it ALL! Yet you still love him more than me don't you! DONT YOU! This is why you mock me, even from where you are now this is why you TORMENT ME!
I even atoned for the sins against my brother, yet you still punish me, you continue to hold me down, mentally, verbally...emotionally.
I hate you.
I should have tried to kill YOU instead of Mikey, in all reality this was all YOUR fault.
**** you dad.
I'm glad you're gone."
We hear the sound of a zipper as the camera pans out and we can see now that JFK is standing in the middle of a cemetery. He's standing in front of a tombstone, we can't see the name on it but we can assume it's his father's from what we've just seen, he looks up and notices the camera. He pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket and lights one up and he walks away from the tombstone, the camera follows.
"Sorry you had to see that, every year or so I have to get that off my chest, it's a long complicated story of my past so I won't bore you with it, if you really want to know I suggest you go buy my DVD from that other company, it'll explain everything. Actually better yet, pirate it, **** that fat bastard Mongo he doesn't deserve to earn one more single red cent on our names."
He continues to walk as he takes a long hard drag from his cig.
"Now, I am guessing nCw wants to know my reaction to this past week, and about what's coming up this week otherwise you wouldn't be sticking that ****ing thing in my face right now. So I'll cut to the chase and try not to bore you people for too long. As far as last week goes well, congratulations Will, you pinned me. Good for you, and hey, look at it this way, now maybe you too can go on a losing streak and STILL get a world championship match, just like your buddy "Showtime" Burns. Because let's face facts, Burns hasn't done **** since he beat me. So the ONLY reason I can think of that he even GOT a title match was well because he beat ME.
That's how much I matter in this company, even while on a losing streak, beating me MEANS something.
so who's the ****ing joke now? Enjoy the win Will, you..."earned" it...and if you take any advise I've ever given you take this one to heart.
Stay the **** out of my way from here on out.
Because next time, I'm going to hurt you, next time, I'm going to break you, NEXT TIME...I will END you."
He takes another hard long pull from his smoke, exhaling it from his nose.
"And as far as this week goes, well. I will apologize to Williams and Armstrong right now. Because to be honest with you, to me...you two are not even in this match, call it tunnel vision, call it blind rage, but the only person I want to get my hands on this week is Sephiroth Du Lac. It's nothing personal with you two boys, quite honestly any opportunity to step into the ring with Williams is a good one, he is a former world champion, and a hell of a fighter. It's always a pleasure to go toe to toe with him, and Armstrong, well quite frankly I don't even know who you are, I don't read press releases, I don't pay attention to the new signees because quite frankly in my world, you rookies don't matter.
But Sephiroth Du Lac."
JFK grins the ever so slightest sinister grin.
"You Edward wanna be, you ****ing gay as vampire bitch. You think I forgot about what you did to me a few weeks ago? Sure, maybe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe I just got in your way to your actual goal, but the truth of the matter is what happened happened, and I can't let it go. You insulted me in the most insulting way another man can, you disrespected more than any other man has ever DARED to disrespect me in this company, in my LIFE.
You SPIT in my face Sephiroth. MY FACE.
And for that, I will rip YOURS off. You think you are a some kind of monster? Some kind of super natural being to be feared? Well I got some news for you bitch, I don't fear no man, especially some NERD pretending to be something he's not. You think you are a monster Sephiroth? I think you're a JOKE. Monsters don't wear black and wear fake fangs, monsters don't walk around with stupid cane's TELLING people they are monsters. Monsters are men who look like everyone else. Monsters are men who do despicable things to hurt other with no remorse.
Hitler.
Dahmer.
Manson.
Karn."
Out of nowhere JFK Karn Kicks the camera man sending the scene into darkness.