Post by Frankie Cocheese on Jan 1, 2015 0:02:06 GMT
The scene starts up with Frankie Cocheese dressed in a white doo rag on his head, his white The Cocheese t-shirt in The Godfather spoof font, denim jean shorts, white ankle socks and white Vans with black trim on his feet. He's standing in front of a chain-linked fence.
Behind the fence are some trees, and he's standing in freshly cut grass. It is completely dark, save for the light of the camera. The only thing that can be heard are the sounds of crickets screeching their mating calls.
Cocheese's eyes are cast downward, but he raises his head and steps forward. "Yeah... It's about to hit the New Year. 2015. And y'know something, Ray, I can't believe I've been alive this long either, y'know? Shit, I thought I was gonna be dead at 14 a few times... but here I am over twice that age. Heh.. some might call that a blessing... but most a curse. I can tell you it's a curse for those that are in my way..." His tongue pokes his upper molars on his right side. He pauses, collecting his thoughts.
"You know I've been thinking... Ray Harlan is right that I have 3 times as many points as him. I'm the front runner in the Contest of Conquest. Is anyone really surprised? But what I'm thinking on is... There's 3 shows before the front runners compete for the RWD title, and that's including this one on Monday. And while I'm the front runner, there are two that are under me at 12 points: KONSTANTINE and Assad. Harlan is at 6. Basically I'm going to spare you all the math of it and say I need this next match. I NEED this, Harlan! The only way you're going to get into the contest is if you go on a 3 win streak! But that's not going to happen, because it would have to start with ME! And I'm not going to give it up! I've worked too damn hard to get where I'm at, and if you somehow pull it off, there's a possibility I won't get into the Contest of Conquest. But I NEED this, Harlan! Like I said before. I'm still here. I'm always here! You bounce between this, your shitty 9 to 5 and your mother! But I've been busting my ass, I've been BLEEDING... in front of crowds that curse my name... to get what's rightfully mine and I'm not going to let you just up and take it!"
Frankie looks furious now, face reddened as he breathes in heavily, brow narrowed.
"I brought up your Momma just now, Harlan. Don't worry, I'm not gonna diss your Momma. I'm not going to start those Yo' Momma so fat, or stupid, or ugly jokes. No. I'm gonna urge you... I'm gonna PLEAD with you!" He puts his hands together and holds them just under his chin, as if he's praying. "PLEASE!..... Just go back to your mother. Let her cook for you, clean for you, wash your dirty drawers..." He lowers his hands. "STAY AT HOME! REALIZE!... Realize you've got a mother who loves you. Realize that you got a mother that wants to take care of you. Don't come to Oklahoma on Monday because I can't promise you that you'll walk out..."
Frankie turns now, walking towards the chain-linked fence. He faces the camera, throwing his hands behind him and gripping the fence. He leans his body forward, as if he's in a corner of the ring, waiting for that ref to ring the bell so he can set himself free and sprint towards his opponent. "I'm tellin ya, Harlan! Stay away from me! You think you're so funny huh?! You're an OG huh?! An Ol' Grandpa! That's what I see! I see an old man that wants to make it! Yeah you've put away a lot of boys already but I gotta... I gotta put you down, myself! I NEED THIS! I WANT IT! AND I'M GOING TO GET IT! Realize what you have already, Harlan! You've got Motherly Love! Somethin that me and a lot of my people didn't have! I grew up under a druggie whore! I don't even know my own father! My mother DIED while I was just getting my start! She thought this business was for FAGGOTS! STAY HOME!.... Or I'm going to make you physically unable to leave it... I'll see you when I see you..."
For a moment, all that can be heard are the crickets chirping. Frankie, all of a sudden, lets go and starts sprinting towards the camera. He screams as he does so, and the camera immediately cuts out from his open mouth shouting to darkness.
Behind the fence are some trees, and he's standing in freshly cut grass. It is completely dark, save for the light of the camera. The only thing that can be heard are the sounds of crickets screeching their mating calls.
Cocheese's eyes are cast downward, but he raises his head and steps forward. "Yeah... It's about to hit the New Year. 2015. And y'know something, Ray, I can't believe I've been alive this long either, y'know? Shit, I thought I was gonna be dead at 14 a few times... but here I am over twice that age. Heh.. some might call that a blessing... but most a curse. I can tell you it's a curse for those that are in my way..." His tongue pokes his upper molars on his right side. He pauses, collecting his thoughts.
"You know I've been thinking... Ray Harlan is right that I have 3 times as many points as him. I'm the front runner in the Contest of Conquest. Is anyone really surprised? But what I'm thinking on is... There's 3 shows before the front runners compete for the RWD title, and that's including this one on Monday. And while I'm the front runner, there are two that are under me at 12 points: KONSTANTINE and Assad. Harlan is at 6. Basically I'm going to spare you all the math of it and say I need this next match. I NEED this, Harlan! The only way you're going to get into the contest is if you go on a 3 win streak! But that's not going to happen, because it would have to start with ME! And I'm not going to give it up! I've worked too damn hard to get where I'm at, and if you somehow pull it off, there's a possibility I won't get into the Contest of Conquest. But I NEED this, Harlan! Like I said before. I'm still here. I'm always here! You bounce between this, your shitty 9 to 5 and your mother! But I've been busting my ass, I've been BLEEDING... in front of crowds that curse my name... to get what's rightfully mine and I'm not going to let you just up and take it!"
Frankie looks furious now, face reddened as he breathes in heavily, brow narrowed.
"I brought up your Momma just now, Harlan. Don't worry, I'm not gonna diss your Momma. I'm not going to start those Yo' Momma so fat, or stupid, or ugly jokes. No. I'm gonna urge you... I'm gonna PLEAD with you!" He puts his hands together and holds them just under his chin, as if he's praying. "PLEASE!..... Just go back to your mother. Let her cook for you, clean for you, wash your dirty drawers..." He lowers his hands. "STAY AT HOME! REALIZE!... Realize you've got a mother who loves you. Realize that you got a mother that wants to take care of you. Don't come to Oklahoma on Monday because I can't promise you that you'll walk out..."
Frankie turns now, walking towards the chain-linked fence. He faces the camera, throwing his hands behind him and gripping the fence. He leans his body forward, as if he's in a corner of the ring, waiting for that ref to ring the bell so he can set himself free and sprint towards his opponent. "I'm tellin ya, Harlan! Stay away from me! You think you're so funny huh?! You're an OG huh?! An Ol' Grandpa! That's what I see! I see an old man that wants to make it! Yeah you've put away a lot of boys already but I gotta... I gotta put you down, myself! I NEED THIS! I WANT IT! AND I'M GOING TO GET IT! Realize what you have already, Harlan! You've got Motherly Love! Somethin that me and a lot of my people didn't have! I grew up under a druggie whore! I don't even know my own father! My mother DIED while I was just getting my start! She thought this business was for FAGGOTS! STAY HOME!.... Or I'm going to make you physically unable to leave it... I'll see you when I see you..."
For a moment, all that can be heard are the crickets chirping. Frankie, all of a sudden, lets go and starts sprinting towards the camera. He screams as he does so, and the camera immediately cuts out from his open mouth shouting to darkness.
so quickly so sad!
