Post by Frankie Cocheese on Dec 31, 2014 10:34:47 GMT
Frankie Cocheese stares into the camera, visibly distraught. It may be due to the fact that at the last show, he was brutalized even though he was the winner. He was made to look like a piece of meat, a victim, with a message written in his own blood on his own chest. A victim, that's not a role he's used to. He's used to doing the victimizing.
Frankie has visible stubble on his face, with his dark hair cut short, wearing a white tanktop. The rest of his attire is not visible due to the camera only revealing his upper half. He's standing in front of a wall, painted in two different colors; the bottom half blue, and the upper half white, like he's standing in the hallway of some high school leading to the gym. It could very well be true, due to the commotion coming down the hall that could be a high school basketball game. It could also be the sounds of a wrestling show.
"I'm at some fuckin show to support one of my people. I don't know what the fuck it is." There's your answer. "But the people have been wondering, after what they saw at the last Sunday Night Combat... They've been wondering what's goin on with ya boy. They've been wondering if I done left, if I let Maxwell Schneider and those idiots in The Fold win." He puts his face near the lens of the camera. "WELL I HAVEN'T! NOT BY A FUCKIN LONGSHOT!" He steps back, leaning against the wall. A smile creeps up onto his lips and he starts chuckling darkly. "He thinks he got the best of me. Heh heh. Fuckin Maxwell Schneider thinks he's got the best of me. Maxwell Schneider thinks... even though I've beaten him three times now, that he's won because of what he did... BUT NO HE HAS NOT!" He exclaims, holding up his right forefinger. "Nooo he has not!" He nods knowingly. "In fact, all he did was prove me right! See, I've been telling him he's a nut, and all he did was prove it! He can go on about his clean bill of health, but no SANE man does what he did. I'm not throwing stones in my glass house, because I'd do worse. I WILL do worse... but he's proved me right and I can't wait..." He starts to bring his hands up, right hand into a fist against his palm. "OOH I can't WAIT until the next time I get my hands on him and anyone ELSE in that poor excuse of a faction!" Cocheese cracks his knuckles audibly, then lowers his hands.
"But that's not why we're here tonight. No. We're here because in just a few days... ooh just less than a WEEK!... I'm back in the South. I'm in Oklahoma City. And oooh man... What they're gonna witness on Monday is gonna be brutal. I'm going to do something heinous. No, it's not going to be what they've seen before. It's not going to be a domestic terrorist act. It's not going to be a bombing. What do you think I am, Prince Assad?" He snickers, shaking his head. "No... I'm going to Toe Tag somebody else that has it comin... Good ol' Ray Harlan Jr.! How ya doin there, buddy? Now I know what some people are thinking. Ooh Cocheese is gonna go the easy route. He's gonna call him something like Gay Harlan, or Gay Hardman, or somethin to that effect, but no. No, what I'm actually going to do, besides call him Yancy." He flashes the camera a shit-eating grin now. "Is actually address that the man has done some good for himself, so far." Could Cocheese actually be turning over a new leaf? "You made Dennis Driver tap. You lost to Alex Arren. Don't know how you managed to do that..." His eyes go wide, and he says with what seems like enthusiasm, "But you bounced back! You bounced back and you squeezed the LIFE out of Hayden Phoenix! That's good on you!" He must really be turning over a new leaf. "... For a lazy slob..." Guess not. "Y'see, Ray, I know all about you. Hell I'm a guy who grew up on the streets, and the streets talk. What are they saying? Well... they're saying that ol' Ray Yancy Harlan is a slob." There it is again. Yancy. "Ray Harlan's been doing good for himself, but not good enough. Ray Harlan is a self-proclaimed Mama's Boy and Ray Harlan is gonna wish he was working FULL Time at Toys R Us after this Monday night."
Frankie starts to point at himself. "I've went through hell. I've rose up from the streets and I started taking over the Wrestling biz. I've been through the highs and the lows that this business has to offer." He then states bitterly, "While you're a 40 something slob with a part time job who thought he could get up off of his ass and be a wrestler! And you've been winning a lot more than losing, yeah, I'll give you that. But what makes you REALLY think you got a chance against me? Huh? I'll wait. Oh believe you me, I'll wait for you to answer that. Regardless if you answer me by Monday or not, you're gonna realize that just like the press release says, you're gonna be another victim. No..."
He shakes his head repeatedly. "No no no no no no no NO! You will NOT be just a victim. You will be a statement!" He says reassuredly. "You will be a STATEMENT because... You've also beaten Maxwell Schneider, the man I've beaten three times! I don't care what he has to say, you got the win over him. He lost focus. He dropped the ball because of Cameron Kaiser." He points at the camera, "And YOU..." He thrusts his finger at the camera now. "fuckin got the win over him! So you will be a statement because when I put your old carcass out of its misery like Ol' Yeller and get the 1-2-3, you will show Maxwell Schneider that I've beaten him three times, and YOU'VE beaten him once already, and I've beaten you, so what makes HIM even think he has a chance as well to step up to me for a fourth time?! The two of you can't step to me. Harlan, I'll call you if I need advice on hot new toys to buy for the children in my hood, cuz like I said before, I look after my people." The sound of a crowd 'Oooh'ing as if they just saw a great spot can be heard in the distance. "I'm going to make you a victim and a statement! I'm going to use you to prove that after the last Sunday Night Combat, after what Schneider did to me, I'm STILL HERE!... And I ain't goin nowhere!"
He raises his right hand towards the camera in the shape of a gun. "... See you when I see you!"
He walks off towards his right as the camera fades to black.
Frankie has visible stubble on his face, with his dark hair cut short, wearing a white tanktop. The rest of his attire is not visible due to the camera only revealing his upper half. He's standing in front of a wall, painted in two different colors; the bottom half blue, and the upper half white, like he's standing in the hallway of some high school leading to the gym. It could very well be true, due to the commotion coming down the hall that could be a high school basketball game. It could also be the sounds of a wrestling show.
"I'm at some fuckin show to support one of my people. I don't know what the fuck it is." There's your answer. "But the people have been wondering, after what they saw at the last Sunday Night Combat... They've been wondering what's goin on with ya boy. They've been wondering if I done left, if I let Maxwell Schneider and those idiots in The Fold win." He puts his face near the lens of the camera. "WELL I HAVEN'T! NOT BY A FUCKIN LONGSHOT!" He steps back, leaning against the wall. A smile creeps up onto his lips and he starts chuckling darkly. "He thinks he got the best of me. Heh heh. Fuckin Maxwell Schneider thinks he's got the best of me. Maxwell Schneider thinks... even though I've beaten him three times now, that he's won because of what he did... BUT NO HE HAS NOT!" He exclaims, holding up his right forefinger. "Nooo he has not!" He nods knowingly. "In fact, all he did was prove me right! See, I've been telling him he's a nut, and all he did was prove it! He can go on about his clean bill of health, but no SANE man does what he did. I'm not throwing stones in my glass house, because I'd do worse. I WILL do worse... but he's proved me right and I can't wait..." He starts to bring his hands up, right hand into a fist against his palm. "OOH I can't WAIT until the next time I get my hands on him and anyone ELSE in that poor excuse of a faction!" Cocheese cracks his knuckles audibly, then lowers his hands.
"But that's not why we're here tonight. No. We're here because in just a few days... ooh just less than a WEEK!... I'm back in the South. I'm in Oklahoma City. And oooh man... What they're gonna witness on Monday is gonna be brutal. I'm going to do something heinous. No, it's not going to be what they've seen before. It's not going to be a domestic terrorist act. It's not going to be a bombing. What do you think I am, Prince Assad?" He snickers, shaking his head. "No... I'm going to Toe Tag somebody else that has it comin... Good ol' Ray Harlan Jr.! How ya doin there, buddy? Now I know what some people are thinking. Ooh Cocheese is gonna go the easy route. He's gonna call him something like Gay Harlan, or Gay Hardman, or somethin to that effect, but no. No, what I'm actually going to do, besides call him Yancy." He flashes the camera a shit-eating grin now. "Is actually address that the man has done some good for himself, so far." Could Cocheese actually be turning over a new leaf? "You made Dennis Driver tap. You lost to Alex Arren. Don't know how you managed to do that..." His eyes go wide, and he says with what seems like enthusiasm, "But you bounced back! You bounced back and you squeezed the LIFE out of Hayden Phoenix! That's good on you!" He must really be turning over a new leaf. "... For a lazy slob..." Guess not. "Y'see, Ray, I know all about you. Hell I'm a guy who grew up on the streets, and the streets talk. What are they saying? Well... they're saying that ol' Ray Yancy Harlan is a slob." There it is again. Yancy. "Ray Harlan's been doing good for himself, but not good enough. Ray Harlan is a self-proclaimed Mama's Boy and Ray Harlan is gonna wish he was working FULL Time at Toys R Us after this Monday night."
Frankie starts to point at himself. "I've went through hell. I've rose up from the streets and I started taking over the Wrestling biz. I've been through the highs and the lows that this business has to offer." He then states bitterly, "While you're a 40 something slob with a part time job who thought he could get up off of his ass and be a wrestler! And you've been winning a lot more than losing, yeah, I'll give you that. But what makes you REALLY think you got a chance against me? Huh? I'll wait. Oh believe you me, I'll wait for you to answer that. Regardless if you answer me by Monday or not, you're gonna realize that just like the press release says, you're gonna be another victim. No..."
He shakes his head repeatedly. "No no no no no no no NO! You will NOT be just a victim. You will be a statement!" He says reassuredly. "You will be a STATEMENT because... You've also beaten Maxwell Schneider, the man I've beaten three times! I don't care what he has to say, you got the win over him. He lost focus. He dropped the ball because of Cameron Kaiser." He points at the camera, "And YOU..." He thrusts his finger at the camera now. "fuckin got the win over him! So you will be a statement because when I put your old carcass out of its misery like Ol' Yeller and get the 1-2-3, you will show Maxwell Schneider that I've beaten him three times, and YOU'VE beaten him once already, and I've beaten you, so what makes HIM even think he has a chance as well to step up to me for a fourth time?! The two of you can't step to me. Harlan, I'll call you if I need advice on hot new toys to buy for the children in my hood, cuz like I said before, I look after my people." The sound of a crowd 'Oooh'ing as if they just saw a great spot can be heard in the distance. "I'm going to make you a victim and a statement! I'm going to use you to prove that after the last Sunday Night Combat, after what Schneider did to me, I'm STILL HERE!... And I ain't goin nowhere!"
He raises his right hand towards the camera in the shape of a gun. "... See you when I see you!"
He walks off towards his right as the camera fades to black.
so quickly so sad!
