Post by Captain Howdy on Jan 19, 2013 7:21:26 GMT -6
YOU WON'T HEAR A FOOTSTEP
COMIN' UP ON YOU
MOVIN' LIKE A SNAKE HE'S IN COMPLETE CONTROL
THIS KILLER KNOWS HIS BUSINESS
HE IS THE PREDATOR
YOU ARE HIS ONLY TARGET, YOU'RE HIS ONLY GOAL
WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHAT WILL YOU DO?
YOUR WILDEST NIGHTMARE'S COMIN' TRUE
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN SAY
NO WAY TO CHANGE, HE WON'T DELAY
THIS CAIN WILL HAVE HIS FEAST
IT'S THE NATURE OF THE BEAST
--From "The Beast" by Twisted Sister
The scene slowly fades in from black, as "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister begins to play. We find ourselves once more in the well appointed living room that we've seen before. The tree is gone, as are the Christmas decorations, and everything is pretty much back to normal. The familiar figure of Captain Howdy is seated on the leather couch, holding his infant son in his left arm, and feeding him from a bottle. His lovely wife, Nadia Snow-Jacobs, sits across from him in the armchair, watching and smiling. The statuesque blonde known as the Mistress is tending the fireplace, making sure there is plenty of fuel to burn. She turns, and heads to the loveseat, settling back and relaxing. The Captain looks up, and smiles at them both, as the music begins to fade.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: I'm sorry, my dears, but this is the best part about coming home between shows.
NADIA: I'lll remember that when you come to bed tonight.
MISTRESS: Should I get the blankets for you now, James? Sounds like you're going to be using the couch.
CH: Thank you, but no. I think Nadia knows what I mean. Besides, even she has to admit that our little man here is the light of our lives.
N: Yes, he most certainly is. I'm actually really happy you're able to come home like this between shows. It's nice to see you with him.
CH: He helps keep me centered. After another loss to Doctor Killdare this past week, I need that.
M: What happened with that, James? I thought for certain that you'd beat him.
CH: Simple, for whatever reason, the good Doctor has my number at the moment. He's actually a pretty good wrestler, to be honest. I know I can beat him, but I just haven't done it yet. We'll run into each other again, and hopefully I'll have a better night.
N: You almost sound like you don't mind having lost to him. But, I know better than that.
CH: You should know me better than that. I'm not alright with it, but seeing as my deLorean is in the shop, I can't do much about it. I hate to lose, but at least I've learned a bit from it again. As long as I keep doing that, at least losses are productive.
M: You learn more by losing than by winning, if you pay attention. My father always said that to me when I was a kid.
CH: Smart man.
N: So what did you learn?
CH: Well, other than the fact that I'm facing one of those ultra-patriotic types this week, I learned that I need to stop being so worried about putting on a show, and just go out there and do what I do best.
N: Uh oh, did you tell management to start having extra ambulances at the arena?
CH: No, not yet. I doubt they'd pay much attention to me if I did. After all, I haven't done anything to anyone yet. I would have to produce some results before they will take me seriously.
M: And when does that start?
VOICE: .... .. ..... ..... . .....
And yes, that mysterious voice that only the Captain and his friends seem to be able to hear and understand, is coming from the beaten and worn teddy bear in the corner of the room. The one holding a beer can in his paw, and looking like he's upset with the world. George has made his appearance yet again.
CH: Hello to you also, George.
G: .. .. .. ....!! .... ... ... ..... .. ... .... .. ....... ......?
CH: Oh believe me, George, it will be soon. Just like you, I'm getting tired of not living up to my own expectations. It's getting a bit out of hand.
N: Why are you listening to George? You know he's almost never right about anything.
G: ...!! . .. ...
CH: Every once in a while you are, George. But most especially, I think, this time. Nadia, Jimmy is asleep. Would you please take him to bed?
N: Sure, not a problem at all. I know you need to do your work here, so just come see me when you're finished, ok?
CH: Definately.
M: I'll take my leave also. I have to get things ready for when you're done with Tom, after all.
CH: When are you two going to get married anyway?
M: Hey!! Don't even start that. But, when he asks me, we'll work on it.
At that, the Mistress and Nadia stand and start to move away from where they were sitting. The Mistress heads to Her room, while Nadia walks over to the couch, and gently takes the baby from the Captain. She kisses him gently, and then heads upstairs to put him in his crib. The Captain watches her go, then turns back to the camera, all business now.
CH: Well, my good Doctor, you have defeated me once again. Kudos to you, and I mean that sincerely. No excuses, no stories. You won, and I lost. I am going to have to correct that at some point in the future, but for now, it's not really as important to me as what is coming up this weekend.
Apparently I am going up against someone who has some sort of persecution complex. Either that, or he thinks the world owes him something from somewhere. He wants chances, he wants opportunities, but for whatever reason, can't seem to earn them. Magic word there, Will, is "earn". I've looked into you a bit, to see what you are all about. Apparently, I've done more of that than you have with me. If you looked any deeper than a bio entry on a corporate website, you might begin to understand that I am not someone who walks into a company like this, and takes things lightly. I am not someone who will just go through the motions and roll over for someone, just because they think I should.
You simply don't get it. Don't feel bad about that though, because around here, you're not alone. Wrestling was therapy for me. A sort of anger-management experiment. When I found out that, not only was I good at it, but that I'd get paid to hurt people, I worked harder and harder to get better at the craft. It may not be a logical step from being on television for children, but when your entire world shatters around you, logic is often the last thing to make any sort of appearance.
If you bothered to look into my past at all, you'd know I'm not a newcomer to the game. I've been around a long time now. Sixteen years, in fact. In that time, I've beaten the biggest names in several federations. I've worn Title after Title, retired a few, and fought in every match there is to have. I've also left such wide swaths of damage behind me, that the fans in every place I've been have referred to me as the Most Dangerous Man in that federation. I'm going to have to work harder to earn that here, but believe me, I fully intend to make that happen.
You know, I'm actually getting a bit tired of the attitude that most of the NCW seems to have. This place, with all the talent it contains and the large following it has, is just another wrestling federation out of dozens. I'll admit, it's likely top tier, but I don't really see anything special. You named men that you think I should know, but those names mean nothing to me. Lance Ryan? Never heard of or met the man. He might be really good, but I have no way to know as yet. As for Gib, the last I checked a Gib is another name for a castrated male cat. Sorry, but again, never heard of the man until I got here. I could name wrestlers that I've faced and beaten that you've never heard of either, but where would that get me? Pretty much the same place that doing so has gotten you.
Nowhere.
You say you have a mission. You say you want to educate the fans, and eliminate people like me. I say put your money where that big mouth of yours is. I'm sick and tired of the way things have gone for me here. I've had enough of the lack of respect and the high and mighty attitudes of people like you. You think I'm crazy to get in the ring with you? My boy, you don't know the half of it. I'm crazy all the time. That's what happens when you have a complete other personality rattling around in your brainpan. And just so you know, the voices in my head don't like you either.
They think you're a pompous ass. I tend to agree.
Will, I'm never a happy man after losing a match. I've lost two straight now. I've figured out why that is happening. It's simple, really. I've stopped being who and what I am. I've stopped trying to cripple my opponents, instead of just beating them. That lovely sound of bones snapping or muscles tearing...I've gotten away from hearing it. It's time for me to stop being the nice guy. It's time for me to stop pandering to the crowd, and toning down my offense. It's high time I made an example out of some poor soul, and guess what? Tag, you're it. I should probably say that it isn't personal, but to be honest, it's gotten there for me. I am going to make you the first, true example of just what I am capable of doing, so that the rest of the NCW will sit up and take notice.
How? Good question. Here's your answer. I'm going to get in that ring with you. I'm going to let you try and do whatever it is you think you can do. I will wait patiently for you to make a mistake, and when you do, I will take advantage of that mistake and never look back. Little by little, I will break you apart. Arms, legs, back, ribs, neck...it really doesn't matter to me. I am going to hurt you, Will, and I won't stop until I decide that you've had enough. I won't stop until you're begging and pleading and bleeding all over the mat. I won't even stop then, because your pathetic cries for help will only make me angrier, make me want to hurt you more.
And then, at some point, I will decide that I've done enough. I will decide that you need to be put out of my misery, not to mention your own. When that happens, when that time comes, that's when you'll find out what happens when I decide that, for you...
PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!
You think you're in purgatory now, Will? When I finish with you, you'll have a whole new definition of what it means to have gone through HELL!!! Sleep tight, little Willie, because this weekend, you dance with the devil in the bright spotlight.
HAHAAAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!!
AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAAA!!!!!
The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play once more. The cameraman, obviously familiar with this behavior, begins to back away slowly. After a moment, the Captain's head snaps toward the camera, and it seems, just for a second, that we see a red glow in his eyes, just before the scene abruptly goes black.
COMIN' UP ON YOU
MOVIN' LIKE A SNAKE HE'S IN COMPLETE CONTROL
THIS KILLER KNOWS HIS BUSINESS
HE IS THE PREDATOR
YOU ARE HIS ONLY TARGET, YOU'RE HIS ONLY GOAL
WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHAT WILL YOU DO?
YOUR WILDEST NIGHTMARE'S COMIN' TRUE
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN SAY
NO WAY TO CHANGE, HE WON'T DELAY
THIS CAIN WILL HAVE HIS FEAST
IT'S THE NATURE OF THE BEAST
--From "The Beast" by Twisted Sister
The scene slowly fades in from black, as "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister begins to play. We find ourselves once more in the well appointed living room that we've seen before. The tree is gone, as are the Christmas decorations, and everything is pretty much back to normal. The familiar figure of Captain Howdy is seated on the leather couch, holding his infant son in his left arm, and feeding him from a bottle. His lovely wife, Nadia Snow-Jacobs, sits across from him in the armchair, watching and smiling. The statuesque blonde known as the Mistress is tending the fireplace, making sure there is plenty of fuel to burn. She turns, and heads to the loveseat, settling back and relaxing. The Captain looks up, and smiles at them both, as the music begins to fade.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: I'm sorry, my dears, but this is the best part about coming home between shows.
NADIA: I'lll remember that when you come to bed tonight.
MISTRESS: Should I get the blankets for you now, James? Sounds like you're going to be using the couch.
CH: Thank you, but no. I think Nadia knows what I mean. Besides, even she has to admit that our little man here is the light of our lives.
N: Yes, he most certainly is. I'm actually really happy you're able to come home like this between shows. It's nice to see you with him.
CH: He helps keep me centered. After another loss to Doctor Killdare this past week, I need that.
M: What happened with that, James? I thought for certain that you'd beat him.
CH: Simple, for whatever reason, the good Doctor has my number at the moment. He's actually a pretty good wrestler, to be honest. I know I can beat him, but I just haven't done it yet. We'll run into each other again, and hopefully I'll have a better night.
N: You almost sound like you don't mind having lost to him. But, I know better than that.
CH: You should know me better than that. I'm not alright with it, but seeing as my deLorean is in the shop, I can't do much about it. I hate to lose, but at least I've learned a bit from it again. As long as I keep doing that, at least losses are productive.
M: You learn more by losing than by winning, if you pay attention. My father always said that to me when I was a kid.
CH: Smart man.
N: So what did you learn?
CH: Well, other than the fact that I'm facing one of those ultra-patriotic types this week, I learned that I need to stop being so worried about putting on a show, and just go out there and do what I do best.
N: Uh oh, did you tell management to start having extra ambulances at the arena?
CH: No, not yet. I doubt they'd pay much attention to me if I did. After all, I haven't done anything to anyone yet. I would have to produce some results before they will take me seriously.
M: And when does that start?
VOICE: .... .. ..... ..... . .....
And yes, that mysterious voice that only the Captain and his friends seem to be able to hear and understand, is coming from the beaten and worn teddy bear in the corner of the room. The one holding a beer can in his paw, and looking like he's upset with the world. George has made his appearance yet again.
CH: Hello to you also, George.
G: .. .. .. ....!! .... ... ... ..... .. ... .... .. ....... ......?
CH: Oh believe me, George, it will be soon. Just like you, I'm getting tired of not living up to my own expectations. It's getting a bit out of hand.
N: Why are you listening to George? You know he's almost never right about anything.
G: ...!! . .. ...
CH: Every once in a while you are, George. But most especially, I think, this time. Nadia, Jimmy is asleep. Would you please take him to bed?
N: Sure, not a problem at all. I know you need to do your work here, so just come see me when you're finished, ok?
CH: Definately.
M: I'll take my leave also. I have to get things ready for when you're done with Tom, after all.
CH: When are you two going to get married anyway?
M: Hey!! Don't even start that. But, when he asks me, we'll work on it.
At that, the Mistress and Nadia stand and start to move away from where they were sitting. The Mistress heads to Her room, while Nadia walks over to the couch, and gently takes the baby from the Captain. She kisses him gently, and then heads upstairs to put him in his crib. The Captain watches her go, then turns back to the camera, all business now.
CH: Well, my good Doctor, you have defeated me once again. Kudos to you, and I mean that sincerely. No excuses, no stories. You won, and I lost. I am going to have to correct that at some point in the future, but for now, it's not really as important to me as what is coming up this weekend.
Apparently I am going up against someone who has some sort of persecution complex. Either that, or he thinks the world owes him something from somewhere. He wants chances, he wants opportunities, but for whatever reason, can't seem to earn them. Magic word there, Will, is "earn". I've looked into you a bit, to see what you are all about. Apparently, I've done more of that than you have with me. If you looked any deeper than a bio entry on a corporate website, you might begin to understand that I am not someone who walks into a company like this, and takes things lightly. I am not someone who will just go through the motions and roll over for someone, just because they think I should.
You simply don't get it. Don't feel bad about that though, because around here, you're not alone. Wrestling was therapy for me. A sort of anger-management experiment. When I found out that, not only was I good at it, but that I'd get paid to hurt people, I worked harder and harder to get better at the craft. It may not be a logical step from being on television for children, but when your entire world shatters around you, logic is often the last thing to make any sort of appearance.
If you bothered to look into my past at all, you'd know I'm not a newcomer to the game. I've been around a long time now. Sixteen years, in fact. In that time, I've beaten the biggest names in several federations. I've worn Title after Title, retired a few, and fought in every match there is to have. I've also left such wide swaths of damage behind me, that the fans in every place I've been have referred to me as the Most Dangerous Man in that federation. I'm going to have to work harder to earn that here, but believe me, I fully intend to make that happen.
You know, I'm actually getting a bit tired of the attitude that most of the NCW seems to have. This place, with all the talent it contains and the large following it has, is just another wrestling federation out of dozens. I'll admit, it's likely top tier, but I don't really see anything special. You named men that you think I should know, but those names mean nothing to me. Lance Ryan? Never heard of or met the man. He might be really good, but I have no way to know as yet. As for Gib, the last I checked a Gib is another name for a castrated male cat. Sorry, but again, never heard of the man until I got here. I could name wrestlers that I've faced and beaten that you've never heard of either, but where would that get me? Pretty much the same place that doing so has gotten you.
Nowhere.
You say you have a mission. You say you want to educate the fans, and eliminate people like me. I say put your money where that big mouth of yours is. I'm sick and tired of the way things have gone for me here. I've had enough of the lack of respect and the high and mighty attitudes of people like you. You think I'm crazy to get in the ring with you? My boy, you don't know the half of it. I'm crazy all the time. That's what happens when you have a complete other personality rattling around in your brainpan. And just so you know, the voices in my head don't like you either.
They think you're a pompous ass. I tend to agree.
Will, I'm never a happy man after losing a match. I've lost two straight now. I've figured out why that is happening. It's simple, really. I've stopped being who and what I am. I've stopped trying to cripple my opponents, instead of just beating them. That lovely sound of bones snapping or muscles tearing...I've gotten away from hearing it. It's time for me to stop being the nice guy. It's time for me to stop pandering to the crowd, and toning down my offense. It's high time I made an example out of some poor soul, and guess what? Tag, you're it. I should probably say that it isn't personal, but to be honest, it's gotten there for me. I am going to make you the first, true example of just what I am capable of doing, so that the rest of the NCW will sit up and take notice.
How? Good question. Here's your answer. I'm going to get in that ring with you. I'm going to let you try and do whatever it is you think you can do. I will wait patiently for you to make a mistake, and when you do, I will take advantage of that mistake and never look back. Little by little, I will break you apart. Arms, legs, back, ribs, neck...it really doesn't matter to me. I am going to hurt you, Will, and I won't stop until I decide that you've had enough. I won't stop until you're begging and pleading and bleeding all over the mat. I won't even stop then, because your pathetic cries for help will only make me angrier, make me want to hurt you more.
And then, at some point, I will decide that I've done enough. I will decide that you need to be put out of my misery, not to mention your own. When that happens, when that time comes, that's when you'll find out what happens when I decide that, for you...
PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!
You think you're in purgatory now, Will? When I finish with you, you'll have a whole new definition of what it means to have gone through HELL!!! Sleep tight, little Willie, because this weekend, you dance with the devil in the bright spotlight.
HAHAAAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!!
AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAAA!!!!!
The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play once more. The cameraman, obviously familiar with this behavior, begins to back away slowly. After a moment, the Captain's head snaps toward the camera, and it seems, just for a second, that we see a red glow in his eyes, just before the scene abruptly goes black.