FADEIN….
DREDD Headquarters
Princeton, NJ
1303 HRS
John is fiddling through paperwork on a desk. He seems to be searching for something. Brandon Jacobs is on the phone as Jonathan Marx watches film of his matches. John Doe throws the paperwork in the air and sits down next to Marx, Jacobs hangs his phone up. John’s title is in a case on the mantle above them.
DOE:
“Hello again, Chaos. I see you have decided to show yourself on air once more. And like always you have done nothing but restate what you already have. But it is what you are best at isn’t it? I mean everyday it’s the same thing, the same concept, a concept I already have heard Chaos.”
“Your repeating is annoying. I understand the concept of how you plan on defeating me, yes it’s great, let’s move on. Please can we just move on to a new topic. I am sick of it, it is actually making me angry, so angry I just feel as though you are playing copycat with yourself.”
“Besides that Chaos, I have a question. I have been searching through paperwork, looking at the contracts for this match. I haven’t seen the title Inferno Match anywhere. What is your obsession with fire Chaos? I get the point, I heard it last time Chaos, you got burned with fire, great. You told us. I WAS THERE CHAOS! I was right there when it happened. I already admitted that’s how I got over, why emphasize the matter?”
“And yes Chaos, fire burns. Simple physics Chaos, thank you for the classroom lesson. You light a flame it burns and it consumes. We know it burns, it gives off energy that makes heat Chaos, of course it will burn.
WE KNOW EVERYTHING YOU ARE SAYING. No need to explain the components of fire to us.”
“
NOBODY CARES. It’s unimportant; the matter of fire doesn’t revolve around me. I didn’t burn you, I took advantage of the situation. But I didn’t cost you the title, I played the game that was given to us…a leather strap. Because you pissed off Cane, you screwed yourself. Not my issue. I just pinned you, there is nothing more to consider, I am the new champion, accept the fact Chaos.”
“Nonetheless Chaos, let me discuss something about when you were Champion. Do you understand that you were carried as a champion? Yes Chaos, do you know that I was your
FIRST title defense match. That’s right. Read between the lines. You faced lower mid card athletes. Tell me Chaos, who did you face in the finals for the title? You face some
NOBODY named Dallas Carter, he has been around for so long, right Chaos? Tell me, how many shows has Dallas Carter headlined? On that thought, when has Dallas Carter show up for a show. Oh Chaos, if you are wondering why you never felt the title to be extreme enough for you, well, it’s 'cause you never faced any
REAL opponents.”
“Yes Chaos, you worked oh so hard on the title. Do you realize you lost your title on your first time defending it. Do you realize that except on the main tournament show, the PCX title was held at a mid card level.
AT A MID CARD LEVEL CHAOS.
Keep that in mind. The minute the belt transferred into my hands where did the belt hop to Chaos? It went straight to the main event.”
“Do you understand it now Chaos? You are not worthy of holding a title. You
technically tarnished the title. Remember when I said I was going to be the biggest marketing campaign.
DING DING DING, hello, PCX title plus John Doe equals Main Events. Chaos is just there to add a little spoof to it. You are worthless, I am the cake, you are just the filling. Everybody loves cake. Not everybody likes filling.”
JMARX: "I Like strawberry filling."
DOE: "This is a custard filled cake..."
JMARX: "Yuck..."
JACOBS: "I Like custard filled donuts..."
DOE: "THIS IS A CUSTARD FILLED
CAKE!"
JACOBS: ".....I like custard filled donuts...and I like cake...just not with custard"
DOE: "I f*cking hate you."
(Carlee walks into the room)
CMARX: "Holy cow guys, they were giving out free samples of custard cake at the bakery it was so good."
DOE/MARX/JACOBS:......
(Carlee walks over and gets on Jacobs Laptop)
DOE: "I am not done Chaos, let us talk about all that hard work. Did you know that once you won the title the only person you faced as the champion was me. You had all those chances practically week after week to figure me out as an opponent and the one time you have the challenge to hold your title, you blame a feeble mistake on me.”
“Did I hire Trevor Cane to attack you? Do you understand it could have been me who was attacked with fire? No, you never thought of that. The world revolves around you correct. And if it was me in your position you would have taken full advantage as I did.”
”Oh and Chaos for your information. I thought I’d come out and say it. I did tell you I didn’t win the title, Chaos, I just admitted the fact it was a weird outcome. But shut your mouth about it already. You want that title so bad (he points to the case)? You will have to go through me to get it. Something you are having a real hard time doing. I am not bloating up my mind with lies Chaos, I am just laying out the facts. And the facts are always the same and they
NEVER change.”
”Fact: You lost to me. END OF STORY. You lost, ok, it’s not a hard concept, accept it move on, you have another chance, you need to seriously stop dwelling on last week and focus on this week, because this is where it counts Chaos. The past is the past
YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE PAST.”
JACOBS: "Unless you had a time machine..."
DOE: "We don't have a time machine."
JMARX: "Or do we?"
JACOBS: "Bum, bum,bum."
DOE: "Just stop! We don't have a time machine!"
CMARX: "No way....they are selling a time machine on EBAY. I can go back in time and get clothes on sale all over again!"
DOE/JMARX/JACOBS: ".............."
DOE: "Anyways, you just keep focusing on last week. You are just opening up the same can of worms.”
“Fact number two: I am a better champion than you. I told you this earlier, I won the title, and they put it up as a main event situation Chaos. Out of all the matches that could headline a two year anniversary show Chaos, they picked the PCX title, and when I am holding it. You still want to say I am not a real champion? The World Heavyweight title could have been chosen, but they picked me. And do you know why?”
“Because I produce entertainment, I sell seats, I sell shirts, and if people leave the stands when my music hits, well then I make concession sales. No matter what I make the dough roll. Get the picture.”
“And that is the fact of how I am a company man Chaos. Injuries don’t matter to me as long as this company succeeds and I put on a show. Get the bigger picture now? A company man puts the interest of this company first, my body second, you and the roster third, and the fans last. That is what makes a great champion, that is why I headline shows. That is why I am a main event athlete, because I am a company man. The fans? It doesn’t matter if they like me or not Chaos, as long as they get in the stands I make profit. That’s all they are there for Chaos, profit and income. Supply and demand. I supply a show they demand more, I make income we are all happy. You just keep sucking up to them Chaos, that’s what made your downfall the first time.”
“As for you Chaos, you are so diluted in your thinking it is ridiculous, didn’t you say this same crap last week, and the week before that. Something along the lines of defeating me and destroying my body. Wait a second Chaos I have a bigger question. You are the big bad athlete, right? You know, all big and strong, explain how a burst of
small flames in your face causes you to knock unconscious Chaos? Do your eyes have some control of your legs where you are unable to kick out?”
”Chaos back in my days of EPW I was in a real fiery match, the ring with surrounded with it. I was lit on fire Chaos, but I kicked out.
I KICKED OUT. I went to hell and back Chaos in that match. But that is an example of how you are weak Chaos, you fell to a small little burst of flames in your face. Oh no, but you are so f*cking extreme right Chaos? Your body can handle anything?”
”Question: If you fell to a little futile flame in your eyes, what the hell do you think I am going to do this week Chaos? Do you
SEE my point”
“Chew on that as I move on.”
“As for the title Chaos. Well, wouldn’t you consider it a second rate belt
COMPARED to the world title. I didn’t label it lower than the TV Title, I lowered it below standard of the world title. It’s not the biggest title Chaos, and it’s not the lowest, it’s second rate. Thank you for being a moron and having me explain that to you cock biting f*ck berry.”
“For arguments sake Chaos, you have everything to lose this time around. This may be the last time for a very long time you will compete for this title. I put in the request for it already. No need for me to keep defeating you week after week. I get bored with it, you are starting not to become a threat to me anymore Chaos. I know what to expect from you in a match Chaos, this week is no different from last.”
“I will win, and I will walk out as the Champion. End of topic, end of argument. To bad if you disagree, that is the cold truth Chaos, accept it for what it worth. Seems you
FINALLY met your true match. Oh well, better late then never right Chaos?”
“Yes Chaos, you will leave a mark on this company, you will be the mark of shame.”
“Enjoy the fall to the floor, it’s will be like you fall as a champion. Quick and short.”
FADEOUT