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Where's my money, Chad?
(FADEIN: LOWELL, MA - A crowd has formed around the ESEN camera crew filming CASTOR STRIFE, the NFW World Heavyweight Champion who now paces back and forth before the city's pale yellow trolley, stopped dead in it's tracks. The gold plated belt is slung over his shoulder, and a gas mask strapped around his mouth only - sharp green eyes are splitting time between a survey of the crowd and a skyward gaze, like waiting for a gunman or a constellation, whichever draws first. A white guy in a McHale Celtics jersey pops his head into view, monotonously chanting "CAAAASSSTOOOR F*CCKIIINNNGG STRIIIIFE! CAAASTOR F*CCCCKINNNG STRIIIIFEEEEE MOTHER F*CKKKKEEEERRRRR CAAAAAAAASSSSSSS-")
CASTOR: "THE MESSAGE... (stops, lifts mask over head, throws it aside) ...was written, in gold, read to millions around the world. The Director's dream was realized, and the people knew right away he was indeed the American Original he claimed to be; the artist of the infamous and fatherless style, who couldn't be bargained with, bought out, or held down by smalltime dreamstealers."
"You could watch it on your television, on the silver screen in technicolor, or up close with the naked eye...across the New Frontier (SCREEN FLASH: Castor hitting Impulse with the Director's Cut), in the A1E (FLASH: Castor hooking Rocko Daymon for the three), in PRIME...(FLASH: Holding the Universal Title over Vangelus Olsig's fallen body)"
"...and you would see a WORLD CHAMPION forged in iron, bathed in silver, strapped with gold."
"INFAMY. What do you know about infamy? What the f*ck do you about infamy? Not a thing, unless you were with it from the beginning. This place, Lowell, was with me from the beginning. They witnessed the birth of the fastest rising star in the world. Call it a polluted womb, but it was my polluted womb. Tell me the milk had barbiturates in the stream - (laughs, shakes head) it was Mother's milk for me."
"The people here? They don't always get me. But they love me. (CROWD CHEERS) Love the fact that I went into North Carolina and ripped Eddie Mayfield's belt from the jaws of defeat...BROUGHT IT BACK HERE!"
CROWD PERSON: "HELLLL FAWKIN' YEAAAAAHHHHH!"
CASTOR: "They love that a champion the world over still lists Lowell as one of his three favorite places to perform - and I've been EVERYWHERE!" (CROWD CHEERS)
"So you could imagine what it was like for me, returning here for the first time in eight years, since NFW ran it's last show at the Tsongas Arena...to walk into a local establishment, greeted, yes, as the returning champion...but hearing the same question again and again. It wasn't about when NFW was coming back to Lowell - Reloaded 11, April 21st, YOU'RE WELCOME."
"It wasn't about the ESEN docu-series, following my road with the title..."
(cracks neck)
"It was: (accent) WHEN YA GAWNA FACE THE PLUMBA!"
(BIG CHEERS FROM THE CROWD!)
"YA NEVA BEAT THE PLUMBA! WHAT ABOUT THE PLUMBA!"
CROWD PERSON: "FAWK THE PLUMBA!"
(Castor grits teeth, nods head and looks at the plate on his belt)
CASTOR: "You know what I think, Joe? I think you spent your capital. I think the hourglass ran out. I think you abandoned this belt - (violently turns to crowd) AND I DON'T THINK I NEED TO BEAT YOU TO PROVE SH[BLEEP]! Hell, you know that. You have to. These people, it's hard for them to understand, they just want to see a match. But you know you lost the claim on this belt a while ago. Don't you?"
"When you left, I was the one who cleaned up your mess. I took on every challenge you ran from. Dorchester blinded you, and I MADE HIM QUIT in the ring. Impulse was the consensus pick to dethrone you, and I broke his neck - SUH-NAP! Dan Ryan brutalized you at Crash 50, and though we have unfinished business, it took him 90 minutes to realize HE COULDN'T BEAT ME. The fans all counted on YOU to hold Troy Windham in check, but I was the one who damn near broke his neck and, in doing so, helped drive a wedge between him and JJ Deville."
"You thought winning a Pentagram match made you a legend, but the real challenge was waiting, and YOU HEADED FOR THE EXIT."
"All those things make you NOT THE CHAMPION. But I have a real problem right now, Joe - a real dilemma. Because I can't shake those words from my head..."
"You never beat the Plumber."
"My agent told me to forget about you, because I'm the World Champion, the undisputed #1 wrestler in the world today. The New Frontier said to stay away, because you were a medical liability waiting to happen. Almost nobody outside of these fans thinks I need to step in the ring with you..."
"Except me. I want it to happen, Joe. Not to justify my legacy, but as a testament to the very thing I preach: that I am absolutely, indisputably, UNBEATABLE. That there isn't a man on this planet who can pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds. In fact, it hasn't happened in singles competition in the New Frontier since I returned four years ago. Hasn't happened in almost eight years, come to think."
"I signed Chad Merritt's contract just to showcase that on the biggest stage ever assembled. ULTRATITLE - 64 men, the very best of the best. The chances that I draw you in this tournament are slim unless we meet in the final, and guess what? I don't think it's going to happen for you. I think one of these guys is going to finally blemish your record; turn that ZERO into a ONE."
"Thing is, friend, I won't let it happen that way. I want to be the one who kills your legend off. You're not going to roll out of bed and drop a bout to Kenny from Burger King. You are going to show up like you did for Crash 50, ready for war, and you will face me in the very first round." (BIG CHEERS!)
(Castor looks around)
"You like that, Lowell? Am I not the deliverer? Am I not YOUR BELOVED SON? (smiles) The son has returned bearing gifts of gold, and of glory. I came to Ultratitle looking for a trophy and a supernova. No telling when the latter is going to turn up. But it looks like fate did me one better."
"The time to find out who's champion is ended. And while countless retreads challenge each other to see who was the best in a time long gone, I'm laying down the gauntlet at your feet, Joe, to find out who the best is RIGHT NOW. FIRST ROUND. F*CK IT. While Troy Windham and co. are getting their dicks hard padding wins off Go-Go Spectacular and Spooky Doom, I want a baptism in fire."
"What do you say, Joe The Plumber? You, me, first round. Winner cuts a hot sword through the rest of the bracket."
(FADEOUT)
CASTOR: "THE MESSAGE... (stops, lifts mask over head, throws it aside) ...was written, in gold, read to millions around the world. The Director's dream was realized, and the people knew right away he was indeed the American Original he claimed to be; the artist of the infamous and fatherless style, who couldn't be bargained with, bought out, or held down by smalltime dreamstealers."
"You could watch it on your television, on the silver screen in technicolor, or up close with the naked eye...across the New Frontier (SCREEN FLASH: Castor hitting Impulse with the Director's Cut), in the A1E (FLASH: Castor hooking Rocko Daymon for the three), in PRIME...(FLASH: Holding the Universal Title over Vangelus Olsig's fallen body)"
"...and you would see a WORLD CHAMPION forged in iron, bathed in silver, strapped with gold."
"INFAMY. What do you know about infamy? What the f*ck do you about infamy? Not a thing, unless you were with it from the beginning. This place, Lowell, was with me from the beginning. They witnessed the birth of the fastest rising star in the world. Call it a polluted womb, but it was my polluted womb. Tell me the milk had barbiturates in the stream - (laughs, shakes head) it was Mother's milk for me."
"The people here? They don't always get me. But they love me. (CROWD CHEERS) Love the fact that I went into North Carolina and ripped Eddie Mayfield's belt from the jaws of defeat...BROUGHT IT BACK HERE!"
CROWD PERSON: "HELLLL FAWKIN' YEAAAAAHHHHH!"
CASTOR: "They love that a champion the world over still lists Lowell as one of his three favorite places to perform - and I've been EVERYWHERE!" (CROWD CHEERS)
"So you could imagine what it was like for me, returning here for the first time in eight years, since NFW ran it's last show at the Tsongas Arena...to walk into a local establishment, greeted, yes, as the returning champion...but hearing the same question again and again. It wasn't about when NFW was coming back to Lowell - Reloaded 11, April 21st, YOU'RE WELCOME."
"It wasn't about the ESEN docu-series, following my road with the title..."
(cracks neck)
"It was: (accent) WHEN YA GAWNA FACE THE PLUMBA!"
(BIG CHEERS FROM THE CROWD!)
"YA NEVA BEAT THE PLUMBA! WHAT ABOUT THE PLUMBA!"
CROWD PERSON: "FAWK THE PLUMBA!"
(Castor grits teeth, nods head and looks at the plate on his belt)
CASTOR: "You know what I think, Joe? I think you spent your capital. I think the hourglass ran out. I think you abandoned this belt - (violently turns to crowd) AND I DON'T THINK I NEED TO BEAT YOU TO PROVE SH[BLEEP]! Hell, you know that. You have to. These people, it's hard for them to understand, they just want to see a match. But you know you lost the claim on this belt a while ago. Don't you?"
"When you left, I was the one who cleaned up your mess. I took on every challenge you ran from. Dorchester blinded you, and I MADE HIM QUIT in the ring. Impulse was the consensus pick to dethrone you, and I broke his neck - SUH-NAP! Dan Ryan brutalized you at Crash 50, and though we have unfinished business, it took him 90 minutes to realize HE COULDN'T BEAT ME. The fans all counted on YOU to hold Troy Windham in check, but I was the one who damn near broke his neck and, in doing so, helped drive a wedge between him and JJ Deville."
"You thought winning a Pentagram match made you a legend, but the real challenge was waiting, and YOU HEADED FOR THE EXIT."
"All those things make you NOT THE CHAMPION. But I have a real problem right now, Joe - a real dilemma. Because I can't shake those words from my head..."
"You never beat the Plumber."
"My agent told me to forget about you, because I'm the World Champion, the undisputed #1 wrestler in the world today. The New Frontier said to stay away, because you were a medical liability waiting to happen. Almost nobody outside of these fans thinks I need to step in the ring with you..."
"Except me. I want it to happen, Joe. Not to justify my legacy, but as a testament to the very thing I preach: that I am absolutely, indisputably, UNBEATABLE. That there isn't a man on this planet who can pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds. In fact, it hasn't happened in singles competition in the New Frontier since I returned four years ago. Hasn't happened in almost eight years, come to think."
"I signed Chad Merritt's contract just to showcase that on the biggest stage ever assembled. ULTRATITLE - 64 men, the very best of the best. The chances that I draw you in this tournament are slim unless we meet in the final, and guess what? I don't think it's going to happen for you. I think one of these guys is going to finally blemish your record; turn that ZERO into a ONE."
"Thing is, friend, I won't let it happen that way. I want to be the one who kills your legend off. You're not going to roll out of bed and drop a bout to Kenny from Burger King. You are going to show up like you did for Crash 50, ready for war, and you will face me in the very first round." (BIG CHEERS!)
(Castor looks around)
"You like that, Lowell? Am I not the deliverer? Am I not YOUR BELOVED SON? (smiles) The son has returned bearing gifts of gold, and of glory. I came to Ultratitle looking for a trophy and a supernova. No telling when the latter is going to turn up. But it looks like fate did me one better."
"The time to find out who's champion is ended. And while countless retreads challenge each other to see who was the best in a time long gone, I'm laying down the gauntlet at your feet, Joe, to find out who the best is RIGHT NOW. FIRST ROUND. F*CK IT. While Troy Windham and co. are getting their dicks hard padding wins off Go-Go Spectacular and Spooky Doom, I want a baptism in fire."
"What do you say, Joe The Plumber? You, me, first round. Winner cuts a hot sword through the rest of the bracket."
(FADEOUT)