[RSP] Ringside Rants 4 [2/2]
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RINGSIDE RANTS
[~]Fabian Cruz/Kendra Stone
[~]Motor City Madman
[~]Saul Akiva
[~]The Big Chill
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Kendra: Now I know you know basic math...the only way you could loose is if
Paul Barker beats The Motor City Madman and you loose to Johnny Spades...
Fabian: [laughs] like *that's* gonna happen!
[Kendra Stone speaks as she walks down the walkway of the art exhibits looking
at the many paintings that hang on the walls. Dressed in a white power suit
with black pin stripes, Fabian walks behind her looking around completly
uninterested, wearing a tight white dress shirt with the top 2 buttons undone
and khaki pants.Kendra stops infront of one of the paintings and leans forward
looking at the price and then back to Fabian.]
Kendra: How would this look in the lobby of the building?
Fabian: Who am I Andy Worhal?
Kendra: I figure you have *some* taste...
Fabian: Uh...it looks great...
[Kendra smiles to Fabian after getting his opinion and completly dismisses it
as she moves on, her hands folded infront of her as she walks casually yet
confidently.]
Kendra: Like I was saying...simple math...you can do a few things to make sure
I stay happy...and we all know you want me to be happy...[grins] or you could
do everything we talked about earlier and make sure no one can dispute the fact
you belong in the position that you're in...in the top of the RSP!
Fabian: I'm going to go on...and beat Mark Hooks...and whoever else I need to
in order to become the Wrestern States Herritage Title match, there's no if's
and's or but's about that...
[Kendra looks back over her shoulder to him and smiles giving a slight wink]
Kendra: Good answer...Barker got the jump on you early on but you completly
dominated him when it counted...
Fabian: [smirks] I know...
Kendra: Let's make sure you do that to Johnny Spades and get the message across
to him...you're the man to beat in the RSP... and there's a reason for
it...You...Are... The...Best and if he doesn't know what's good for him...he'll
end up like the Motor City Madman....
[Fabian snickers as he raises his hand and lets it go limp. He shakes his arm
as his hand just flops around]
Fabian: I can't let him do anything like that to you...especially when I got my
bonus paycheck from the Stone Foundation for a job well done... I'll break
every bone in his damn body next time! [laughs]
Kendra: Simmer down...no need to get all rowdy now, I think he knows now that
messing with us isn't a good idea...and if he trys again...break his neck...
Fabian: [raises his brow] You're frickin viscious...
Kendra: [smirks] I know...
Fabian: I knew I liked you for a reason [winks]
[Kendra glances over the paintings before stoping and looking another one
over.]
Kendra: Oooo I like this one!
Fabian: Great can we go now...
Kendra: No...
Fabian: Damn it!
Kendra: [Smiles sweetly] you keep saying you want to spend quality time with
me...and this is what I do...
Fabian: Waste money on bad art from no talent artists!
Kendra: Shhh...I look at it more like giving back to the community...how else
are we going to keep homeless people off the street...
Fabian: Send em all to New Jersey...
[Kendra rolls her eyes and shakes her head.]
Kendra: Neanderthal..
Fabian: High and Mighty Bitch...
Kendra: [looks completely offended] It's Queen Bitch to you...
Fabian: [Chuckles] I can't deny that...at all...
[Kendra winks as she takes off walking again looking at more exhibits. Fabian
glances down at his watch and rolls his eyes, Kendra quickly turns around as
Fabian just stops short from running into her. Kendra slides her nail along
Cruz's chin light and smiles]
Kendra: You're going to advance...and I don't care how you do it....Because I
wanna see the Western States Heritage Title around...your waist...just remember
that...
[Kendra blows a kiss up at Fabian before turning back around and walking away
from him. Cruz watches her ass as she leaves, he shakes his head a bit and just
smirks]
Fabian: Queen Bitch is an understatment...
[Cruz shakes his head and walks away as the camera focuses in on one of the
pieces of art and fades to black]
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[Motor City Madman sits alone backstage in a locker room with a heavily
taped hand. His face is a mix of mild anguish and furious rage. Madman
notices the camera and starts to speak.]
" The message isn't lost on me, Cruz. You've gotten my attention and now
it's my turn to respond. Do you feel proud of yourself? Did you protect
your woman? You say you don't want me to ever touch her again. Fair
enough. I didn't come into this business to beat up on women. But you,
you little wuss, are another matter. You'd better reach deep into your
bitch's purse and pull out that tiny little jar that contains your balls
and get ready. I am coming after you and will not stop until I have
taken a hefty chunk out of your ass, you f***ing a**clown!!" Madman
stands up and tosses the chair he was sitting on against the wall. "You
and I are gonna face off soon! Guaranteed!! If not, then I will chase
you down and beat your scrawny Backstreet Boy A** anywhere I can get at
you. At the supermarket, at the movies, even in your own goddamned
bathroom!! Yeah, I have a match against Paul "Tacks" Barker, but my
sights are set on you, Faby-Baby! You're the dogsh** I'm gonna scrape
off of my boot. "Tacks" and I are gonna throw down just to see how much
fun we can have. He's a good guy and willing to be a warm up. If he
beats me, So what? I'll owe him a 6 pack. But you, Cruz, are not getting
away no matter how far you go. I will be right behind you, ready to
pound you into dust! Choke on it, punk!"
[Madman storms off out of the locker room as the camera pans down to the
mangled chair left behind.]
End
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Its A Matter Of Respect
[ Black ]
[ Slowly an ebbing orange light burns up through the top half of our view. It
is splintered and pierced but slowly its presence grows. Now a couple of
squares of light break into the well of black below as ' The City Of One
Hundred Spires' Prague is given to us. All along the horizon the spires jut
into the sunset, each one topped with a crucifix.]
[What better time than now to return to your home, after last week, it may well
be time to consider your future Saul. What happened? Was that the plan? Who
took that decision? Was it you? Maybe.]
[ Somewhere a wooden wheel rolls over the cobbled streets. We follow the
sky-line across gently, one spire replaces another, one square of light
replaces the next until finally we fall upon a figure.]
"When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools." -- King Lear (Shakespeare)
[ The broad shouldered figure steps forwards from the shadows and walks some
way along the street, a street that resembles times gone by. The houses are
supported by magnificent wooden beams, the doors all hand carved out of the
finest oak, the walls are haphazard yet strangely beautiful in their
construction. The man, for it is clear he is a man stops over a wide bridge, a
small plaque reading Vltava to his left has been worn down by the frost. The
gold barely gives up his reflection. ]
" This is my home, the finest skyline anywhere in the world. The greatest
architecture on this earth. Unrivalled beauty all around us and yet, it remains
untouched, uncorrupted by its people and their money."
[ The man steps forwards into the light of a burning oil lamp to reveal himself
as Saul Akiva. His square jaw line is unshaven today, and perhaps yesterday.
His clothing rests awkwardly around his body, layer upon layer to protect him
from the cold air. The flames reflect out of his solitary green eyes. Each
breath forces a cloud of steam out into the chill.]
" It is a far cry from the skylines of America, compare your money driven world
to that of my home. Symbols of power and greed soar up into the smog filled
air, here, we have only symbols of respect. Each and every spire topped with a
sign of our respect, not just to our maker but to each other. We have survived
the rise and fall of communism in the most brutal fashion yet still we harvest
dignity. That is because we are honest people."
[ Akiva turns around and places his gloved hands on the edge of the bridge,
below him the division between the old city and the new city powerfully soars.
A red scarf falls down to the water like a sycamore, Akiva grabs the camera and
pushes it over to the other side of the bridge. A few seconds pass, the dark
green water surges through and then, then the red scarf follows. ]
" We came through the other side just as I have done in my personal struggles."
[ Akiva removes one of his finger-less gloves and drops it to the ground. He
clenches his fist over and over again as his gaze is drawn to one of the many
spires. ]
" And for what? Why did I break through to the other side?"
[ His other glove drops down, his head snaps back and buries a glare into the
camera.]
" To prove each and every doubter wrong. That is why I did it. I was left alone
in a strange country, I was forced into circumstances beyond my control [
Akiva's eyes drop briefly ] but this is not the time for that story [ Back up
to the camera ] I did it because I am a better man than to be caught in that
trap. I fought my way up and I will be damned if I am to be thrown back to the
basest level."
[ His head slowly begins to shake as he unbuttons his long dark sheep skin
coat, one button by one it falls open. His hands shiver as they stay out in the
bitter cold.]
" I deserve to be where I am and nobody, but nobody can take that away from me.
I will not be cast aside like some piece of trash because I _deserve_ my place
in this world, I am not here by chance, I am here through determination. I am
not here for money, I am here because I should be. I demand your respect
because you damn well owe it to me."
[ Akiva sucks in a gulp of air, his whole body is taut through a combination of
adrenaline and cold. His jacket slowly slips away from his shoulders and falls
down around his feet. ]
" I will create my own legend simply because I can. All these years I have been
put upon, criticised and openly insulted, well now that has come to its end
because I am Saul Akiva. One by one I will take you down, one by one I will
break you either physically or mentally and one by one you will tell me that I
_am_ better."
[ Akiva's hat is thrown down into the Vltava, the veins in his powerful neck
shudder backwards and forwards as the colour drains away from his tanned face.
]
" How dare ANY of you doubt me, Saul Akiva? You should all damn well respect me
because of what I am, BETTER. Who are you to doubt me? Names? Names? NAMES?
That is all you are, a list of names that inspire resentment not respect. WHO
ARE YOU?"
[ Akiva's arms tense up, his woollen jumper is ripped away from his chest and
he stands before us. A fire burns inside his eyes, the gateway to his soul.]
" There are a lot of great names in the RSP, names that most people would be
scared of, names that everybody out there knows. Well, names mean nothing to
me. So far I haven't seen anything that lives up to your legends, so far I
haven't seen a man who I respect."
[ Akiva thumps a clenched fist against his heart, once, twice, three times.
Each time the grimace on his face deepens, and settles.]
" Forget past experiences."
[ Akiva's tone drops as his eyes turn back to the river below.]
" Forget past glory."
[ His hands unclench, the colour returns slowly to his face. ]
" It all means nothing to me."
[ Shaking his head Akiva leans up against the side of the bridge wall, his
cheeks are dotted with veins brought closer to his skin.]
" I am the one person who will step into that ring fearless, undaunted and I
will be the only man to walk out of that ring of my own free will. Because I am
Saul Akiva, because I am BETTER. It is _that_ simple."
[ ' That simple' he mouths, a spiral of steam darts out of his mouth only to be
sucked back in.]
" While all you others see this as a big opportunity, this insults me. This
plagues my mind. How _dare_ they surround me with you people, barely worthy of
working a backyard federation run by a 15 year old. Who are you to stand in my
way, to hold me back and damn well try to ruin me by your existence?"
[ Akiva pushes himself back into the centre of the bridge and pulls his tight
T-Shirt up over his head to reveal his toned physique and sweeping barbed
tattoo along his arm.]
" I am BETTER than this."
[ A sharp slap as Akiva rams his palm over his heart.]
" I am better than you Big Chill, you scramble around like the federations lap
dog talking yourself down. Chill, let me tell you something, you don't need to
talk yourself down because you will always be below me. I know you aren't worth
my time, I know that you are a boot boy in comparison to me and you know that I
will break you come Sunday. What else do I need to say to you? Quite simply, I
am better than you will ever be."
[ Slowly Akiva raises his arms out to his sides.]
" And who else? Tommy Rowlands? I say that with a foul taste in my mouth
because you came so close to ruining everything for me, a weaker man would
crumble after last week. You were there to make up the numbers but those odds
weren't good enough for you were they. You brought in another aspect to steal a
cheap victory. I am no superman Tommy, no-one could get up after that. You got
lucky Tommy, we'll meet again and like the coward that you so clearly are, I
will break you this time. You will learn to respect me as will the rest of the
world will as I eliminate, one by one, the dead-weight of this federation. Line
them all up, ready to face the only man whose heart burns with the desire to
succeed and not the desire to be rich. "
[ Slowly Saul moves towards the oil lamps, he cups his hands around the glass
coating and lifts it before his face. His fingers are illuminated by the light
shining through them, the long tattoo alongside his arm glows in the
darkness...]
" Who are you?"
[...But all to suddenly the light is cast away as Akiva hurls the oil lamp to
the cobbled road beneath, a whoosh of flame shoots up in a haze of red and
yellow. ]
" Who are you all compared to Saul Akiva?"
[ Fade To Black.]
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(Scene opens in the office of Seattle's newest and most popular fitness
club, Tommy Chill's Gym. Behind the desk, with his feet kicked up on top,
sits the Big Chill. He is speaking on the phone.)
TBC: ...uh huh, yeah, Nicky, I know, I know already....Look, the sun shines
on a dog's ass once in awhile, OK?...You're telling me?....Well, next time,
I'll bounce him higher. Make sure he breaks instead....Remember what Donny
always says..."It's a marathon, not a sprint."....Well, it makes
sense!....Ha ha....Yeah, me, over-the-hill? Riiiiiiighttt. A
has-been....Coming from a never-was and never-will-be, I'm hurt...This week?
Saul Akiva...Yeah, you know the European...Yeah, yeah, you know "Me from
Prague. Me like cigarettes."...Listen, I gotta go....Call them up again!
With you here, we'd wreck shop!...Later.....
(TBC takes his feet off his desk and turns to the camera.)
TBC: As a rule, I normally don't let people know anything about me. The
unknown breeds fear and discomfort and that always helps when you're in the
lifestyles we've choosen. But, I'm going to give you a little insight about
the T, the B and the C. If there's one thing I hate, its people with their
priorities all screwed up. What's this got to do with the price of coffee in
Seattle? Well, it seems like the boys here in RSP are fighting everyone for
all the wrong reasons.
(TBC stands up. TBC closes his eyes.)
TBC: (in a sing song voice) R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you know what it means to me...
(TBC opens his eyes and smiles.)
TBC: Absolutely, goddman nothing..Is it me or is everyone here got the same
story. Respect me, respect my skill, respect my dog, Fido....I got your
respect right here....
(TBC grabs his crotch.)
TBC: I got an idea, you guys fight for respect, me and Mark Hooks will fight
for the title....that way, everyone's happy....Problems solved. Listen, Saul
Akiva, I don't care who you got beef with, even if I can't figure out what
the hell you're talking about half the time. Fancy special effects,
esocteric messages. Listen Edgar Allen, the raven went that way. You see,
this tourney is coming to an end and I need to make the cut. What's that
mean to you? It means you're taking an ass kicking. Don't worry, you're not
leaving empty handed. I got a nice t-shirt for you. On the front, a picture
of me. On the back, it says "I stepped to the T, the B and the C and now I
want to D, I, E!" See you soon, chump!
(Scene fades to black.)
[C] RSP Inc.