Post by Davey Ortega on Jul 3, 2007 0:49:42 GMT -5
*The scene opens in Davey's office. Davey and Rick are there, Davey is sitting behind his desk as Rick faces him on the other side. Outcasts NCW shirt is laying on the desk.*
Davey: I don't get it. Why would he just drop the shirt? I mean, did he walk out on us?
Rick: I have known him for a long time. Probably longer than anyone here. When he gets angry, he shouts, screams and makes any kind of point he can. But that, what happend on Sunday, I have never seen before. I think he did walk out.
Davey: Great, he walked out on his own team. Unbelievable.
Rick: No, not just that. I think he walked out on WCF entirely.
Davey: What? I..why?
Rick: Maybe the whole ordeal was just to much for him? Maybe he snapped?
Davey: Maybe. Come on. Lets go see.
*Davey gets up and grabs the NCW shirt and leaves the office, followed by Rick. They walk down the hall and down a few fleights of stairs. Davey and Rick get into Ricks car and drive off. About thirty minutes later they arrive at an apartment complex. They get out and go inside it. After walking up another set of stairs they gey to room 21. Davey knocks....no answer. Davey checks the door to see if it is unlocked, it is. He opens it and looks inside. He slowly walks in and goes to the living room where Outcast is sitting. He is stairing at a blank television screen.*
Davey: Hey..
Outcast:....
Rick: Hey man..
Outcast:...........
Davey: Listen man we need to talk. What was that stunt you pulled yesterday? You took off your shirt, and laid it by the feet of Seth.
*Outcast is non responsive*
Davey: HEY! If you don't want to be apart of this team anymore just fucking say so!
Outcast:......
Davey: Fine, have it your way.
*Davey and Rick start leaving.*
Outcast:....So what will you do?
*They stop, and turn around.*
Davey: What?
Outcast: What will you do when you get to Slam? What will you do when you are in the ring? Tell me that.
Davey: What I am paid to do. Wrestle, entertain.
Outcast: Why bother? Honestly? Why even try?
Davey: I don't understand.
*Outcast gets up and turns to them.*
Outcast: Why try? Why try when you already know the outcome. You..like me..will fail.
Davey: Fail? No I won't. Because I'm not a sniveling little bitch who gives up when one thing-
Outcast: One thing? One thing?! That was to be our crowning achievment. And what happend? We we're fucked, attacked, and blatantly disrespected. No not even that I was disrespected. In fact I have been getting the short end of the shit stick for a while and god dammit Davey I am sick of it!
Davey: So what do you want to do, quit?
Outcast: Maybe.
Davey: I see. Yeah, thats a great idea. Just leave. Just go. Prove everyone right. Prove them all right. Hell, what business do you even have in here?
Outcast: Thanks for the bode of confidence.
Davey: Listen, stop acting so god damn pathetic. Listen to yourself. You want to change peoples opinions? Do it. Though not like this. Not by just walking out. Not by letting them get the better of you! You want something you have got to earn it and by god if there is one man who has been through a sea of shit it is you. Those people think your a joke, everyone thinks your a glorified mid carder. Now, before you go on and tell them of your PAST accomplishments, why not try something new? Something fresh. Or you can just sit there, and you can walk out.
Outcast.....
*Outcast thinks for a minute.*
Outcast: So, what is the card for this Sunday?
Davey: It's...
Outcast: I DON'T CARE!! You see if we are going to do this we are going to do this my way. Davey you are right, all the boys in the back think I am a comedy act, a joke, a walking statistical impossibility! That's fine, I will let them think whatever in the hell they want. Give me that.
*Outcast extends his hand and Davey tosses him his shirt, and he puts it back on.*
Outcast: We are a team, now and forever. The three of us. Though I am the leader, and I haven't been doing a great job lately. Well let me just proclaim, here and now, that will change. We will make our god damn impact and not hell or high water will stop us. We will make our stand at Slam. We are not to be fucked with. Everyone is accountable at this point. It starts with the Red River Mafia. Davey Boone..the ''Salior''...what does he run around in his Popeye suit? Does he eat spinach and get miraculous strength? Endlessly fight Bluto? Is he..''yam what he's yam and thats all that he's yam?''
Rick: Actually...it's ''Savior''
Outcast:...Savior?
Rick: Yeah..not Sailor.
Outcast: What the fuck kind of name is that? No, no honestly? The ''Savior''? Thats rediculous. The hell is he trying to save? WCF? His long lost love Olive Oil? Or is it one of those deep meaningful things as to which he tries to save himself for the evils of sin....THE EVILS OF SIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!
Davey: OK there Mr. Kennedy
*The three of them look at each other.*
All: KENNEDY!!!
Outcast: Well, I figured out what he is trying to save.
Davey: That fast?
Outcast: Oi.
Rick: Do tell.
Outcast: nCw!! He is trying to save nCw. Well, Savior, most people who took that title has fallen..short? I mean look at Jesus. But no, all kidding aside. All the puns and shit talking aside. Boone, listen..learn..Team NCW is not dead, I admit I had a bit of a breakdown but I just needed some time to get everything straight. I did it in a day, what? Don't ask questions. You don't know. Yeah, I can, I did, and there isn't a damn thing your going to do about it. You know why? Because you can't. I mean, didn't I kick your ass all up and down the arena at Timebomb? Wasn't that a loser gets the hell out of WCF match? Who lost? Why, it was you. Yet you are still here. Why? Davey? Rick?
Davey: Welll...
Rick: I...
Outcast: I DON'T CARE! The fact remains he is still here, yes..YOU Boone are still here. Thats fine. It gives me a chance to kick your ass all up and down, back and forth, sideways, longways, and whatever else ways there may exist once again! You talk about giving me a title shot? What? Give? Ha...like I need your premission. I already have it. Team NCW already has it. We are the number one contenders for that Tag Titles and you will face us at Aftermath. You are not giving us anything, we are going to take it from you...in a very violent way.
Davey: Violent?
Rick: Ohhh buddy.
Outcast: Oh yeah. You see, as you may of guessed I caught your ''Sweet Willy Carter lives our group and now our circle jerk is incomplete'' promo. You talked, and I laughed..then you said you were the God of
*Mimicking Boone.*
Outcast: EXTREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE. I was in nCw, me and One Eyed were good friends. I did this, did that, I am better than blah blah blah.
*Normal voice.*
Outcast: It's the same thing over and over. Well..fine then. Why don't we put your ''Extreme'' to the test? Shall we? Why don't Team NCW and The Red River Mafia have a...hmmm...Extreme Cage Match? Rules? Well, you can only lose by pin or submission..or..knock out. The ring has alot weapons in them. Oh and...you have to eliminate BOTH competitors to win, not just one. So if you get eliminated, than TXO is still there and could still win for you? Kay? Get back to me on that.
Rick: Yeah about TXO..
Outcast: TXO? DDP? RVD? CDC? FBI? QVC? TNT? MCE? WCF? WHAT IS THIS GUYS NAME?!?!? So, he was TXO..then he changed to Rich something or other. You know, everytime I see his name I am reminded of Ralph Machio.
Davey: Who?
Outcast: You know, the mother fucking Karate Kid! Wax on, Wax off ohhhhhh. Anyways. Here is a guy who believes he is Extreme, he believes he is the legitimate bad ass. I don't know a damn thing about him other than that he is waitng for his partner to get out of the hospital and he is hitting on nurses while married and doing this, that and the other thing. Well, Ralph, I will see you at Slam, then at Aftermath, then hopefully never again.
Davey: What about Spike Kane? Or our partner Jay Williams?
Outcast: Listen, Lerch threw them in our match so they could get at one another only to build up anticipation for their eventual singles competition. They are not my concern.
Davey: So, feeling better?
Outcast: Yeah. Alot. Oh one more thing.
Rick: Yeah?
Outcast: Fuck WCF.
*The three smile as the scene fades.*
Davey: I don't get it. Why would he just drop the shirt? I mean, did he walk out on us?
Rick: I have known him for a long time. Probably longer than anyone here. When he gets angry, he shouts, screams and makes any kind of point he can. But that, what happend on Sunday, I have never seen before. I think he did walk out.
Davey: Great, he walked out on his own team. Unbelievable.
Rick: No, not just that. I think he walked out on WCF entirely.
Davey: What? I..why?
Rick: Maybe the whole ordeal was just to much for him? Maybe he snapped?
Davey: Maybe. Come on. Lets go see.
*Davey gets up and grabs the NCW shirt and leaves the office, followed by Rick. They walk down the hall and down a few fleights of stairs. Davey and Rick get into Ricks car and drive off. About thirty minutes later they arrive at an apartment complex. They get out and go inside it. After walking up another set of stairs they gey to room 21. Davey knocks....no answer. Davey checks the door to see if it is unlocked, it is. He opens it and looks inside. He slowly walks in and goes to the living room where Outcast is sitting. He is stairing at a blank television screen.*
Davey: Hey..
Outcast:....
Rick: Hey man..
Outcast:...........
Davey: Listen man we need to talk. What was that stunt you pulled yesterday? You took off your shirt, and laid it by the feet of Seth.
*Outcast is non responsive*
Davey: HEY! If you don't want to be apart of this team anymore just fucking say so!
Outcast:......
Davey: Fine, have it your way.
*Davey and Rick start leaving.*
Outcast:....So what will you do?
*They stop, and turn around.*
Davey: What?
Outcast: What will you do when you get to Slam? What will you do when you are in the ring? Tell me that.
Davey: What I am paid to do. Wrestle, entertain.
Outcast: Why bother? Honestly? Why even try?
Davey: I don't understand.
*Outcast gets up and turns to them.*
Outcast: Why try? Why try when you already know the outcome. You..like me..will fail.
Davey: Fail? No I won't. Because I'm not a sniveling little bitch who gives up when one thing-
Outcast: One thing? One thing?! That was to be our crowning achievment. And what happend? We we're fucked, attacked, and blatantly disrespected. No not even that I was disrespected. In fact I have been getting the short end of the shit stick for a while and god dammit Davey I am sick of it!
Davey: So what do you want to do, quit?
Outcast: Maybe.
Davey: I see. Yeah, thats a great idea. Just leave. Just go. Prove everyone right. Prove them all right. Hell, what business do you even have in here?
Outcast: Thanks for the bode of confidence.
Davey: Listen, stop acting so god damn pathetic. Listen to yourself. You want to change peoples opinions? Do it. Though not like this. Not by just walking out. Not by letting them get the better of you! You want something you have got to earn it and by god if there is one man who has been through a sea of shit it is you. Those people think your a joke, everyone thinks your a glorified mid carder. Now, before you go on and tell them of your PAST accomplishments, why not try something new? Something fresh. Or you can just sit there, and you can walk out.
Outcast.....
*Outcast thinks for a minute.*
Outcast: So, what is the card for this Sunday?
Davey: It's...
Outcast: I DON'T CARE!! You see if we are going to do this we are going to do this my way. Davey you are right, all the boys in the back think I am a comedy act, a joke, a walking statistical impossibility! That's fine, I will let them think whatever in the hell they want. Give me that.
*Outcast extends his hand and Davey tosses him his shirt, and he puts it back on.*
Outcast: We are a team, now and forever. The three of us. Though I am the leader, and I haven't been doing a great job lately. Well let me just proclaim, here and now, that will change. We will make our god damn impact and not hell or high water will stop us. We will make our stand at Slam. We are not to be fucked with. Everyone is accountable at this point. It starts with the Red River Mafia. Davey Boone..the ''Salior''...what does he run around in his Popeye suit? Does he eat spinach and get miraculous strength? Endlessly fight Bluto? Is he..''yam what he's yam and thats all that he's yam?''
Rick: Actually...it's ''Savior''
Outcast:...Savior?
Rick: Yeah..not Sailor.
Outcast: What the fuck kind of name is that? No, no honestly? The ''Savior''? Thats rediculous. The hell is he trying to save? WCF? His long lost love Olive Oil? Or is it one of those deep meaningful things as to which he tries to save himself for the evils of sin....THE EVILS OF SIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!
Davey: OK there Mr. Kennedy
*The three of them look at each other.*
All: KENNEDY!!!
Outcast: Well, I figured out what he is trying to save.
Davey: That fast?
Outcast: Oi.
Rick: Do tell.
Outcast: nCw!! He is trying to save nCw. Well, Savior, most people who took that title has fallen..short? I mean look at Jesus. But no, all kidding aside. All the puns and shit talking aside. Boone, listen..learn..Team NCW is not dead, I admit I had a bit of a breakdown but I just needed some time to get everything straight. I did it in a day, what? Don't ask questions. You don't know. Yeah, I can, I did, and there isn't a damn thing your going to do about it. You know why? Because you can't. I mean, didn't I kick your ass all up and down the arena at Timebomb? Wasn't that a loser gets the hell out of WCF match? Who lost? Why, it was you. Yet you are still here. Why? Davey? Rick?
Davey: Welll...
Rick: I...
Outcast: I DON'T CARE! The fact remains he is still here, yes..YOU Boone are still here. Thats fine. It gives me a chance to kick your ass all up and down, back and forth, sideways, longways, and whatever else ways there may exist once again! You talk about giving me a title shot? What? Give? Ha...like I need your premission. I already have it. Team NCW already has it. We are the number one contenders for that Tag Titles and you will face us at Aftermath. You are not giving us anything, we are going to take it from you...in a very violent way.
Davey: Violent?
Rick: Ohhh buddy.
Outcast: Oh yeah. You see, as you may of guessed I caught your ''Sweet Willy Carter lives our group and now our circle jerk is incomplete'' promo. You talked, and I laughed..then you said you were the God of
*Mimicking Boone.*
Outcast: EXTREEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE. I was in nCw, me and One Eyed were good friends. I did this, did that, I am better than blah blah blah.
*Normal voice.*
Outcast: It's the same thing over and over. Well..fine then. Why don't we put your ''Extreme'' to the test? Shall we? Why don't Team NCW and The Red River Mafia have a...hmmm...Extreme Cage Match? Rules? Well, you can only lose by pin or submission..or..knock out. The ring has alot weapons in them. Oh and...you have to eliminate BOTH competitors to win, not just one. So if you get eliminated, than TXO is still there and could still win for you? Kay? Get back to me on that.
Rick: Yeah about TXO..
Outcast: TXO? DDP? RVD? CDC? FBI? QVC? TNT? MCE? WCF? WHAT IS THIS GUYS NAME?!?!? So, he was TXO..then he changed to Rich something or other. You know, everytime I see his name I am reminded of Ralph Machio.
Davey: Who?
Outcast: You know, the mother fucking Karate Kid! Wax on, Wax off ohhhhhh. Anyways. Here is a guy who believes he is Extreme, he believes he is the legitimate bad ass. I don't know a damn thing about him other than that he is waitng for his partner to get out of the hospital and he is hitting on nurses while married and doing this, that and the other thing. Well, Ralph, I will see you at Slam, then at Aftermath, then hopefully never again.
Davey: What about Spike Kane? Or our partner Jay Williams?
Outcast: Listen, Lerch threw them in our match so they could get at one another only to build up anticipation for their eventual singles competition. They are not my concern.
Davey: So, feeling better?
Outcast: Yeah. Alot. Oh one more thing.
Rick: Yeah?
Outcast: Fuck WCF.
*The three smile as the scene fades.*
