GreggG
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- Jan 1, 2000
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(CUT TO: The exterior of the front of a country club -- large Ionic pillars made of marble stand in front of the large door. Standing at the front is a doorman -- white gloves, tux tails, etc. -- and across from him are human statues and a dwarf holding a tray on his head balancing a champagne flute. In the foreground is JJ DEVILLE, wearing the cape he used to disguise himself at the end of the Dorchester vs. Jack match. His hair is ponytailed back with his diamond earrings glistening. The human statues stand there and flinch, trying to not to show reaction at his ridiculous getup. JJ purses his lips and pulls out a tape measure and measures the dwarf.)
JJ: "Three foot eight." (JJ cackles as he holds up the champagne flute.) "We ordered a dwarf three foot six or less. Because of that, I'm not going to PAY YOU tonight until we get this settled with your manager. Go on. Get out of here. NOW, you little freak!" (The dwarf shakes his head in disgust and throws the tray off onto the ground in anger. JJ smirks and he turns towards one of the human statues.) "AND YOU! Let's see how good you are at YOUR job!" (JJ then whips the champagne right in his face. The statue's eyes sting and he instinctively goes to wipe them.) "YOU BROKE CHARACTER! YOU'RE FIRED! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! And, no, don't go back to the locker room. We'll MAIL you your regular clothes... at your expense, you failure of a man!" (The human statue walks off in his gold facepaint, crying past JJ who is laughing as he walks back.)
(JJ waves him goodbye then turns to the camera.)
JJ: "Are you GETTING it yet? Are you GETTING THE POINT yet? What youuuu churls are witnessing right now is the dawn of an era. What you are witnessing is the early days of the greatest stable mankind has ever seen. You are witnessing The Hellfire Club's DOMINANCE over this promotion. So far, what is our record since our formation? Oh, hmmmmmmm.... let me think.... oh yeah, that's right... WE ARE UNDEFEATED! U-N-D-E-F-E-A-T-E_D! All wins. No losses."
(JJ leaps up and down, pumping his fist as he points to the doors.)
JJ: "Inside those pearly gates is where we have been filming out multitude of speeches and victory celebrations. Tonight, I volunteered to come outside and make our post-victory remarks. And why is that you ask? BECAUSE YOU CHURLS CAN'T HANDLE WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE? I mean, we're going straight up Eyes Wide Shut tonight. Right before I came out here, I ate sushi off of a naked woman's bare back. That's fitting, isn't it? Considering that me and my man Blaine-oh beat Eddie Mayfield and Akita Tsunami without much sweat at all? Hollywood's with a few of his perfect tens. And Dorchester's in a sex swing right now with Veronica with the only article of clothing between them is his -- OUR -- NFW Television Title."
(JJ looks around and sees the butler at the front gate.)
JJ: "You people thought I was insufferable before? You people thought that I was a problem in The Windham Clan? Oh, you haven't seen a DAMN THING yet. I'm just getting started. We executed our coup and knew that this league would crumble at our every whim. But what we did not plan for was it to do so this quickly. In retrospect, we should have known because, collectively. The Hellfire Club has ruined the lives of every so-called legend in NFW history. The only people left are shells of men waiting to be broken. And all of them know that, yes, they will soon find themselves under the foot of my Cole Haan shoes. And thank you, Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld, for informing me about this fine brand of footwear."
(JJ points to the butler and snaps in his face.)
JJ: "You! HEY YOU! Get down and shine my shoes NOW!"
BUTLER: "But, Sir, I have to--"
JJ: "TOO LATE! YOU'RE FIRED! Go back to your dumb dumb wife and illiterate kids!"
(The butler shakes his head as JJ laughs in his face as he walks off, tossing his white gloves to the ground.)
JJ: "For five years, I sat on the shelf, benched by an industry that forgot who I was. I then did Troy Windham's dirty work here for two years. He couldn't be bothered to do the office and paper work needed to make this run so he handed it off to me. And I used my power to make your lives a living hell. And then I waited until the time was right and took off Troy's head. And now? Now with The Hellfire Club formed, I... WE... are DAMN NEAR OMNIPOTENT IN OUR POWER! The joy I feel in knowing I can ruin lives... that I can make you all stew inside and downright FEAR me... I can't even begin to tell you how much I salivate over that. Whenever I eat a bite of my nightly USDA Prime... I think of how it wasn't that long ago when I was digging deep into my piggy bank for some Mr. Bojangles... and now I've got all of you people thinking about me night and day."
(JJ's Cheshire Cat smile grows.)
JJ: "I mean, there are two men right now at the so-called top of the promotion. Randall Knox and Castor Stryfe. Knoxpulse is busy with his series of in-depth, awful promos trying to get us hyped for his match by... uhm... oh, I know. Obsessing over me. Thanks, Knox, for telling people about my history in the CSWA which happened when you were about six years old. And thanks for reminding everyone what me and Troy said about you like three years ago now. I've said so many better things about you since then. The best one being, of course, that you have to live with the knowledge that I'm better than you at wrestling and the stats prove it. I know you'll act all non-plussed and that Eddie Mayfield and Team Impulse will continue to spin it that you're 'heroic' for letting me stand there and laugh after I killed your unborn child... but, son, my very existence eats you alive. And, Knox, more importantly... you know that you don't deserve this title shot. You know that the only reason you have this opportunity right now is because I'm *LETTING* you have it."
(JJ purses his lips.)
JJ: "And Castor Stryfe. The Golden Child. Hero Of All Mankind. The Greatest Of All Time This Week. Ultratitle. Instead of talking about your number one contender -- your greatest rival -- you're talking about ME. You're talking about getting The Guild together to rid yourself of this JJ Problem? Little old me? Castor, my man, I haven't spent two minutes of my week thinking about you. The one minute I did spend thinking about you was about the time I pinned you -- the last person alive who did just that. Now, like Fiona said -- The Hellfire Club isn't coming for you. Yet. We like a good build. We like a good sense of drama. Our plan of attack is simple. We want to hold every single title at once. We already have the NFW TV Title on lockdown. Rook Black is probably mailing me his strap right now. There's no tag teams in our way so we'll be getting The Superflys soon enough. By the time we get all of them, you should be just about done with that douche you'll be squashing. And then -- and only then -- Castor will we be coming for you."
(JJ looks around. All of the employees out front have scampered away in fear. He laughs.)
JJ: "Because, Castor, you'll be the only one left. You'll be the last man standing. Do you see what I did out here? How I took away some livelihoods, as pathetic as they were? Castor, you want to be known as the greatest of all time. Well, Castor, we'll just see about that. It's going to be you versus The HFCs at some point in time. You'll be the only one left. We'll see then if you can handle wearing the crown. We'll see then if you can handle the spotlight. If you can handle the (Billy Joel voice) PRESSURE of being the one preventing the barbarians from storming the gate. Because when we hold every title at once... then we'll be in full and total control over not just those belts. But the livelihoods of everyone in New Frontier Wrestling. I worked for slave wages at a college training gym for five years waiting for my call, powerless as other people controlled my life, watching as you and everyone else here got chance after chance. And now?" (JJ's eyes glisten.) "Now I have near limitless power in NFW. And after we depose of you, Castor... well... then it's LIMITLESS power!"
(JJ puts the cloak over his head.)
JJ: "Time for some more sushi! MUAHAHAHAHA! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! MUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
(FTB)
JJ: "Three foot eight." (JJ cackles as he holds up the champagne flute.) "We ordered a dwarf three foot six or less. Because of that, I'm not going to PAY YOU tonight until we get this settled with your manager. Go on. Get out of here. NOW, you little freak!" (The dwarf shakes his head in disgust and throws the tray off onto the ground in anger. JJ smirks and he turns towards one of the human statues.) "AND YOU! Let's see how good you are at YOUR job!" (JJ then whips the champagne right in his face. The statue's eyes sting and he instinctively goes to wipe them.) "YOU BROKE CHARACTER! YOU'RE FIRED! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! And, no, don't go back to the locker room. We'll MAIL you your regular clothes... at your expense, you failure of a man!" (The human statue walks off in his gold facepaint, crying past JJ who is laughing as he walks back.)
(JJ waves him goodbye then turns to the camera.)
JJ: "Are you GETTING it yet? Are you GETTING THE POINT yet? What youuuu churls are witnessing right now is the dawn of an era. What you are witnessing is the early days of the greatest stable mankind has ever seen. You are witnessing The Hellfire Club's DOMINANCE over this promotion. So far, what is our record since our formation? Oh, hmmmmmmm.... let me think.... oh yeah, that's right... WE ARE UNDEFEATED! U-N-D-E-F-E-A-T-E_D! All wins. No losses."
(JJ leaps up and down, pumping his fist as he points to the doors.)
JJ: "Inside those pearly gates is where we have been filming out multitude of speeches and victory celebrations. Tonight, I volunteered to come outside and make our post-victory remarks. And why is that you ask? BECAUSE YOU CHURLS CAN'T HANDLE WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE? I mean, we're going straight up Eyes Wide Shut tonight. Right before I came out here, I ate sushi off of a naked woman's bare back. That's fitting, isn't it? Considering that me and my man Blaine-oh beat Eddie Mayfield and Akita Tsunami without much sweat at all? Hollywood's with a few of his perfect tens. And Dorchester's in a sex swing right now with Veronica with the only article of clothing between them is his -- OUR -- NFW Television Title."
(JJ looks around and sees the butler at the front gate.)
JJ: "You people thought I was insufferable before? You people thought that I was a problem in The Windham Clan? Oh, you haven't seen a DAMN THING yet. I'm just getting started. We executed our coup and knew that this league would crumble at our every whim. But what we did not plan for was it to do so this quickly. In retrospect, we should have known because, collectively. The Hellfire Club has ruined the lives of every so-called legend in NFW history. The only people left are shells of men waiting to be broken. And all of them know that, yes, they will soon find themselves under the foot of my Cole Haan shoes. And thank you, Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld, for informing me about this fine brand of footwear."
(JJ points to the butler and snaps in his face.)
JJ: "You! HEY YOU! Get down and shine my shoes NOW!"
BUTLER: "But, Sir, I have to--"
JJ: "TOO LATE! YOU'RE FIRED! Go back to your dumb dumb wife and illiterate kids!"
(The butler shakes his head as JJ laughs in his face as he walks off, tossing his white gloves to the ground.)
JJ: "For five years, I sat on the shelf, benched by an industry that forgot who I was. I then did Troy Windham's dirty work here for two years. He couldn't be bothered to do the office and paper work needed to make this run so he handed it off to me. And I used my power to make your lives a living hell. And then I waited until the time was right and took off Troy's head. And now? Now with The Hellfire Club formed, I... WE... are DAMN NEAR OMNIPOTENT IN OUR POWER! The joy I feel in knowing I can ruin lives... that I can make you all stew inside and downright FEAR me... I can't even begin to tell you how much I salivate over that. Whenever I eat a bite of my nightly USDA Prime... I think of how it wasn't that long ago when I was digging deep into my piggy bank for some Mr. Bojangles... and now I've got all of you people thinking about me night and day."
(JJ's Cheshire Cat smile grows.)
JJ: "I mean, there are two men right now at the so-called top of the promotion. Randall Knox and Castor Stryfe. Knoxpulse is busy with his series of in-depth, awful promos trying to get us hyped for his match by... uhm... oh, I know. Obsessing over me. Thanks, Knox, for telling people about my history in the CSWA which happened when you were about six years old. And thanks for reminding everyone what me and Troy said about you like three years ago now. I've said so many better things about you since then. The best one being, of course, that you have to live with the knowledge that I'm better than you at wrestling and the stats prove it. I know you'll act all non-plussed and that Eddie Mayfield and Team Impulse will continue to spin it that you're 'heroic' for letting me stand there and laugh after I killed your unborn child... but, son, my very existence eats you alive. And, Knox, more importantly... you know that you don't deserve this title shot. You know that the only reason you have this opportunity right now is because I'm *LETTING* you have it."
(JJ purses his lips.)
JJ: "And Castor Stryfe. The Golden Child. Hero Of All Mankind. The Greatest Of All Time This Week. Ultratitle. Instead of talking about your number one contender -- your greatest rival -- you're talking about ME. You're talking about getting The Guild together to rid yourself of this JJ Problem? Little old me? Castor, my man, I haven't spent two minutes of my week thinking about you. The one minute I did spend thinking about you was about the time I pinned you -- the last person alive who did just that. Now, like Fiona said -- The Hellfire Club isn't coming for you. Yet. We like a good build. We like a good sense of drama. Our plan of attack is simple. We want to hold every single title at once. We already have the NFW TV Title on lockdown. Rook Black is probably mailing me his strap right now. There's no tag teams in our way so we'll be getting The Superflys soon enough. By the time we get all of them, you should be just about done with that douche you'll be squashing. And then -- and only then -- Castor will we be coming for you."
(JJ looks around. All of the employees out front have scampered away in fear. He laughs.)
JJ: "Because, Castor, you'll be the only one left. You'll be the last man standing. Do you see what I did out here? How I took away some livelihoods, as pathetic as they were? Castor, you want to be known as the greatest of all time. Well, Castor, we'll just see about that. It's going to be you versus The HFCs at some point in time. You'll be the only one left. We'll see then if you can handle wearing the crown. We'll see then if you can handle the spotlight. If you can handle the (Billy Joel voice) PRESSURE of being the one preventing the barbarians from storming the gate. Because when we hold every title at once... then we'll be in full and total control over not just those belts. But the livelihoods of everyone in New Frontier Wrestling. I worked for slave wages at a college training gym for five years waiting for my call, powerless as other people controlled my life, watching as you and everyone else here got chance after chance. And now?" (JJ's eyes glisten.) "Now I have near limitless power in NFW. And after we depose of you, Castor... well... then it's LIMITLESS power!"
(JJ puts the cloak over his head.)
JJ: "Time for some more sushi! MUAHAHAHAHA! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! MUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
(FTB)
