Post by Jimmy Zane on Mar 27, 2010 17:30:02 GMT -6
(Jimmy stands there as his father stands before him. Jimmy doesn't say anything, the anger building up inside of him. His father stands there, cold, unflinching, and without emotion. Suddenly, the Punisher lunges forward with a taser, placing it right against the chest of Jimmy. Jimmy falls to the floor. The Punisher then turns to the cameraman. The camera begins to shake and you can hear him begging.)
Camera Man - Please, don't. Please!
(The Punisher comes closer and the camera falls to the floor. In the background you hear a zapping noise and suddenly the lifeless camera man falls in front of the camera. The camera starts to move around for a minute, then cuts off and the screen goes black.)
..::TWENTY MINUTES LATER::..
(The camera comes on and as it fades in we see Jimmy Zane tied to a chair with his hands behind his back. His head hangs down as he appears to be unconscious. Suddenly, the face of the Punisher is seen right in the camera. An evil grin comes over his face as he begins to speak into the camera.)
Punisher - You people out there in the land of nCw want to see what Jimmy is really made of? You want to see what kind of man he really is? Well, I am about to show you, and you might just be surprised!
(The Punisher turns and throws a glass of water in Jimmy's face. He then reaches over and starts slapping Jimmy in the face. Finally Jimmy comes to and opens his eyes. He is groggy but coherent. He looks up and sees his father there.)
What the hell are you doing, asshole? Let me go!
(The Punisher rares back and punches Jimmy right in the face. Jimmy's head snaps to the side and then hangs down. Punisher reaches over and pulls his head up. Blood running down his lip and filling up his mouth.)
Punisher - What was that, boy? You got something to say?
(Jimmy spits blood in the face of his father)
Go **** yourself!
(The Punisher wipes his face and then comes crashing down with a big right hand to the face of Jimmy. He then hammers another right hand to the face of his only son. Jimmy's head hangs down, blood dripping from his face. The Punisher reaches over and picks his head up. He appears to be unconscious. Punisher turns and looks into the camera, blood spatter on his face. An evil and demented grin comes across his face as he begins to speak again.)
Punisher - Look at this pathetic kid of mine. He wants to know why I never came forward and told his sorry little ass I was alive. Hell, I bet all of you want to know! The fact of the matter is he is weak, just like his mother! He always has been, and always will be!
..::MEANWHILE IN LEONARD FOX'S OFFICE::..
(Leonard Fox is sitting in his office going over a few things for Sovereign when Brent Sampson walks into the room with a worried and anxious look on his face.)
Brent Sampson - Leo, we got a big problem.
Leonard Fox - What's that, Brent?
Brent Sampson - Our main event for Sovereign is falling apart and some potentially bad press is coming our way if we don't stop this immediately.
Leonard Fox - Whoa! Slow down. Stop what?
Brent Sampson - Pull up the internet and go to ncw.com.
(Leonard shakes his head and pulls it up. As he does, his eyes get big as he sees what is currently broadcasting live.)
..::IN JIMMY'S HOTEL ROOM::..
(The Punisher is still talking in to the camera as Leonard Fox and Brent Sampson watch from Leo's office.)
Punisher - This poor excuse for a kid doesn't deserve a shot at the World Title. He never has! Old Man Leo must have lost his mind to let this kid loose in the ring with those other guys. Not that any of them deserves that shot either. But Jimmy? This Jimmy?
(Punisher reaches back and holds the head of the unconscious Jimmy up. His eye swollen shut and blood pouring from his nose, lip and cheek. His face covered in a crimson mask of his own blood.)
Punisher - Get the hell out of here! This kid doesn't deserve a damn thing! I got news for the rest of you boys, Jimmy won't be making it to the Coliseum match this Sunday. He won't be making it to any matches at all! This kid isn't a wrestler. He is a glorified spot monkey at best, and unfortunately for him...
HIS BEST ISN'T *** damn GOOD ENOUGH!
(Jimmy begins to come to again in the background. The Punisher turns around and gets right into his face.)
Punisher - So, boy, you got something to say? THEN SAY IT!
(Jimmy's head bounces around as he tries to gain his bearings. He tries to open his left eye, but it's swollen nearly shut. His right eye is wide open as he looks into the eyes of a man who ceased to be his father long ago. He looks up at him and a crazed look comes across his face.)
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I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!
(Punisher just laughs and hammers a big right hand to the face of Jimmy. His head snaps to the side and then he looks back up. His one good eye wide open, his body shaking.)
Is that all you got, old man?
(The Punisher comes down with a right, then a left and another right hand to the face and head of Jimmy. His head hangs down as more blood begins to flow onto his shirt and pants. Staining them in a dark red.)
..::BACK IN LEO'S OFFICE::..
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(As Brent and Leonard look on in horror, Kelly Knite rushes into the office.)
Kelly - Daddy! We have a huge problem! The Punisher is bea...
(Kelly notices they have the live feed up on the screen. Her eyes are wide with worry.)
Kelly - Daddy, not that I am a fan of Zane, but we have to find a way to stop this! This is bad for business!
Leonard - This is bad for Jimmy, Kelly. I have known that kid almost his entire life! Get Diamond in here!
(Kelly leaves the room and returns moments later with Chris Diamond with her. She shuts the door and Leonard begins to speak.)
Leonard - Listen up, folks. We have to find a way to get in there and stop this before Jimmy gets hurt even more....OR WORSE! Chris, I know you don't want to, but you need to call your brother and find out where Jimmy is staying. Kelly, round up all of nCw Security and get them ready to roll. Brent, call the Tampa PD and make them aware of what's going on. Let them know that this is not a work. This is as real as it gets! As soon as you get some that stuff done, get back with me.
(The nCw management staff gets on the ball and Leonard looks at the computer screen.)
Leonard - (whispering) Hang in there, Jimmy. Hang in there.
..::BACK IN THE HOTEL ROOM::..
(The Punisher is standing over his bloodied son. Laughing at him. He reaches down and starts slapping his head from side to side.)
Punisher - Wake up you piece of trash!
(Jimmys head falls back and he is looking up at his dad. He begins to laugh as his father stands over him, slapping him in the face.)
You think this makes you a tough guy? Huh? Beating on me while I can't defend myself? I am impressed! Such a big man!
Punisher - Shut your mouth!
(The Punisher swings again, slamming his fist hard to the temple and side of Jimmy's head. Jimmy's immediately snaps his head back into position looking right at his father with all the hatred and contempt he has inside.)
Is that all you got?
(The Punisher busts out in a fit of rage and hammers continuous blows to the head and face of Jimmy. Once again, Jimmy is unconscious, but the Punisher continues his assault. After a few more blows, he is done. Jimmy's face is busted open even more. Punisher stands over him, blood covering his knuckles as he breathes heavily.)
..::BACK IN LEOS OFFICE::..
(Leonard watches on with concern for the saftey of Jimmy as well as his health. Constant blows to the head could cause irreversable damage. As he watches, Chris Diamond rushes back into the office with more information.)
Chris Diamond - Jimmy is at the waterfront Hilton, room 1515.
Leonard - That's only a few miles from here.
(Leonard gets up and he and Chris head out of his office. As he does, Sampson walks up with several of Tampa's finest.)
Brent Sampson - These are four of Tampa's Swat team members. They are ready to assist in any way.
Leonard - Good. We know where they are, come with me, gentlemen.
(They take off walking towards the garage. As they enter the garage, the nCw security staff and Kelly Knite are standing there waiting. They open the door for Leonard and he climbs into the waiting suburban. Security, the swat officers and nCw's management staff gets into the two suburbans. The tires squeal as they speed the short distance towards Jimmy's hotel. Leonard touches the in dash internet screen and pulls up the nCw.com site and the live feed from Jimmy's room.)
..::BACK IN THE HOTEL ROOM::..
(The Punisher is standing close to the camera and you can only see his face. Behind him is the lifeless Jimmy Zane, beaten within an inch of his life and blood dripping continuously from his face. The Punisher is still speaking.)
Punisher - You assholes out there cheer for this kid, or boo for him, it makes no difference. He is nothing more than a wanna be who is a never gonna be. This kid can't compare to half of the people in this company, let alone me. Look at him! He is a pathetic excuse for a human being, much less a professional wrestler! This kid couldn't beat his way out of a paper bag let alone the Coliseum. That match is epic and it deserves someone epic in it. Not some kid who just dreamed of being like his old man. That kid Will Washington seems to have some spunk. As does Ricky Johnson. Both of which could run rings around this worthless piece of **** kid of mine!
(In the background, Jimmy begins to stir again. His right eye, barely open as his head comes upright and he looks at his father talking to the camera.)
Punisher - I mean think about it. My kid was so upset about being a loser, he joined a band of other losers. And sadly, one of those others losers IS IN THE SAME MATCH! What a joke this company has become. When my worthless kid and his jackass friends are at the top of the card, there has got to be something wrong.
(The two suburbans come to a screeching halt in front of the hotel. They rush into the hotel and up the elevator. They are creeping down the hall slowly as not to draw attention to them. Leonard has pulled the feed up onto his iphone. He is watching as they make their way towards his room.)
Why don't you shut the hell up, old man. You don't know ****! You were never anything or anyone in nCw. You are just jealous that I have gotten farther than you ever did, and it just eats you up inside.
Punisher - Oh yeah? You think that's what this is about, boy? It's about you learning to man up. It's about you learning a lesson.
And what lesson is that? That once you are old, forgotten and surpassed by your own kid, that you have to beat on them to make yourself feel better?
(The Punisher grabs his bag and pulls a gun out. He turns and points it right at Jimmy's head.)
Punisher - It's about getting rid of the biggest mistake I ever made!
Then do it! DO IT! Come on tough guy! Do it! If that's what it will take for you to feel better about how pathetic you are, then do it!
DO IT ASSHOLE!
You think I am afraid of that gun? Afraid of you? I don't give a **** what you think. Come on asshole do it!
(The Punisher is standing there, the anger seething inside of him. He hears something outside the hall as Fox and the swat officers near the door. He takes his eyes off of Jimmy just for a moment. Suddenly, Jimmy flies up out of the chair. He headbutts his dad in the mouth and he flies backwards. Jimmy gets to his feet, his hands now untied. He grabs the gun and jumps onto his father's chest pointing it right into his mouth.)
Let me tell you something you son of a bitch. I am better than you in every way possible. I don't give a **** what Will Washington, Ricky Johnson, AJ, Star or even Bates has to say about it. You understand me. You came here today expecting someone to die, and now, that person is going to be you!
(Jimmy cocks the weapon and puts both hands on it. Behind him the door busts open and Leonard Fox rushes in with the Tampa swat officers with their guns drawn. Jimmy never flinches. He is shaking and looking down on the man he intends to kill. Leonard speaks out.)
Leonard - Jimmy, don't do it.
Leo, this son of a bitch was going to kill me! I have to end this with him right now. I have to get him out of my life once and for all.
Leonard - He will be, Jimmy. Don't do it. Everything he did to you was fed directly to our website. It's all documented. He will be going away for a long, long time.
Punisher - Come on! DO IT! Do it you chicken****!
(Jimmy begins to shake and begins to pull the trigger. Leonard walks over and places his hand on Jimmy's shoulder.)
Leonard - Come on, son. He isn't worth it. You pull that trigger, and you aren't any better than he is. Give me the gun, Jimmy.
(Tears begin to stream down Jimmy's face as he uncocks the weapon. He slumps down for a moment.)
Punisher - I know you couldn't do it. You are a weak piece of ****!
(Jimmy takes the weapon and slams it across his father's face, knocking him cold. He then gets up, covered in his own blood. The officers lower their weapons and quickly cuff the Punisher. Jimmy goes over and pours himself a drink. He stares out the window, tears drying in the blood as he tries to calm down. Leonard walks over.)
Leonard - Jimmy, if it's ok with you, I am going to find a replacement for you in the Coliseum. You are in no shape to....
You do, and we are going to have a problem, Leo. I worked my ass off for this night, this moment, and I will be damned if I am going to let that piece of trash keep me from competing in it.
Leonard - You are going to be at a huge disadvantage with the injuries you have sustained today, Jimmy. Think about your future.
I AM! I have been a disadvantage my entire career, Leo. Why should tomorrow night be any different? I know that Ricky Johnson think he has a huge advantage over me because of his experience in matches like these. I know Will Washington thinks he has a huge advantage over me because I have yet to beat him. I know AJ think he has an advantage because, well, let's face it, because he is a egotistical prick. Paul Star is no different. Hell, even Bates thinks he has some sort of advantage over me too.
I AM THE ULTIMATE UNDERDOG!
If I give up my spot in this match I will do exactly what my father would have wanted me to do. FAIL! I refuse to let him influence me in any way, shape, or form. So my eye is swollen shut. So I am cut up. So my nose might be broken.
I'VE BEEN THROUGH WORSE!
I have worked my ass off for your company for nearly three years, Leo, and I will be damned if I am going to let this opportunity pass me by. It's not going to happen. I don't care if I am the first man eliminated or the last man standing. The point is, I showed up. I made my mark on this match.
I PROVED I AM WORTHY ENOUGH TO BE THERE!
Leonard - Good Enough, Jimmy. If that's your decision, I can respect that. If anything changes, let me know.
(Jimmy just shakes his head as Leonard walks off. Leonard ushers everyone out of the room behind the officers who are dragging the Punisher down the hall in cuffs. Jimmy walks over as every leaves the room and shuts the door. He places a call to the concierge for medical assistance and then hangs up. He walks back over to the sitting area by the window and sits down with his drink in his hand. From behind, the camera hears him speaking.)
All of you think I don't have what it takes to win the Coliseum tomorrow night.
ALL OF YOU!
Hell, even Bates is somewhere right now happy about what happened today. Because he thinks it means I wont be at full strength. Just like all of you. I am sure that every single one of you in this match witnessed this and was happy about it in some form or fashion. Because in your own selfish way, you thought it would be another opponent out of your way. It doesn't matter that my own father tried to kill me. It doesn't matter that I am beat all to **** and probably have a concussion along with other injuries. It doesn't matter that I have run the gamete of emotions in the last couple of hours. Well, I am still standing. I am right here, boys, and I am here to tell you...
(Throwing his glass against the wall)
IT DOES ****ING MATTER!
I am tougher than any of you ever thought about giving me credit for. I am tougher than you ever wanted me to be and come tomorrow night, regardless of what you all think is going to happen, I will win that match. It's not a promise, or a prediction, its a freaking fact. No matter what you think you have gone through in your life to prepare you for this moment, none of you have even come close to the wars, the battles, the outright bull**** that I went through today. Sure, Washington took a few bullets. Sure, Ricky Johnson took a few penis' in jail. Sure Paul Star...well, whatever Star did. Sure, Bates has had one too many paper cuts. But none of it prepares you to go into all out battle tomorrow night in the Coliseum. It's a match unlike anything any of us has ever been in. It's going to be hell on earth tomorrow night boys. And when the last man falls, each and every one of you will be able to tell your friends, family, kids, grandkids, and so on, that you were best on March 28, 2010 by a...
2ND GENERATION SUPERSTAR..
A 5 STAR ATHLETE...
AND SOMEONE WHO PROVED WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT TO BE
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(puts on sunglasses for dramatic effect.)
10 TIMES BETTER THAN YOU!
(Jimmy smirks in pain as the concierge and the hotel's medical staff enter his room. The medical staff begins to work on his face, closing up the cuts and other wounds. One of the medical personnel gets ready for stitches across his eye. As he inserts the needle, Jimmy flinches and screams inward as the scene fades to black.)