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Troubling times; Crackerjack file
Topic Started: Dec 18 2007, 09:53 PM (53 Views)
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Crackerjack sits behind the back of a chair facing forward. Well really, his chest is against the back of the chair as his chin rests on the top of it as he looks forward toward something off camera. His legs, separated from the chairs backing, shift slightly as the fact of sitting still and like that for a while has really started to get to him physically. His right arm, which used to dangle along with the left, is lifted up as he grabs hold of the top of his mask shafting it around as he scratches the top of his head in puzzlement. Slow side to side strides, clearly not used to remove an itch. Before letting his arm dangle back down, he lifts up his chin and rests the arm over the top of the chair as he leans back a little more to hopefully get a better picture of what it is that seems so troubling to him. This doesn't work as he lets out a deep breath resting both hands on the chairs "shoulders". Shaking his head, Crackerjack asks himself the biog question.

Crackerjack: What am I gonna do? I mean, I can't have 'em both. I want both, but I just can't have 'em.

Releasing another sigh of frustration, Crackerjack rears back doing a little warm up circle using his hips. Somewhat ready to take a cleaner look at what he's doing, Crackerjack focuses back on the portion that resides behind the cameras view. Crackerjack again shakes his head, this time to clear what cobwebs are residing and slowing his thinking process.

Crackerjack: I have to think of a way...thaaaaat...Oh boy.

Crackerjacks big hand covers and slides across his masked face from the top to the bottom. Clearly this is something that has caused Crackerjack so much grief. Just thinking about it seem so...troublesome.

Crackerjack: I just don't know. I mean with that,

Crackerjack, with his left hand, motions openly to something in front of him.

Crackerjack: You've got...well, you've got "it". But with that,

Again the same motion from his right hand this time.

Crackerjack: It's just too hard to decide. So you know what?

Clapping his hands together, Crackerjack seems to be in brighter spirits as he slides his chair forward closer to the camera. He stops just inches away and sits back down in the similar manner as before. Once he's all settled, Crackerjack points to his left using his right hand and begins switching the object of pointage with each word.

Crackerjack: Eenie meenie minee mo, catch a tiger by its toe, if he hollers let him go, eenie meenie, minee...mo.

Crackerjack chuckles a little in joy that he's finally solved his problem as he slowly reaches out. Suddenly, there's a light knocking of the door. Releasing a little growl, Crackerjack looks toward the door and pushes himself away from the chair to open it. On the other side, startled by the sudden opening of the door, stands Toby Bostock with a mike in hand and possible questions on his lips.

Crackerjack: What?

Clearly irritated over the sudden interruption, Toby stammers something out.

Toby: I'm just here to conduct an interview...?

That last little bit was tailed with a squinting smile that had high hopes of not meeting a fist. Or even a barrage of swearing mixed in with insults. Instead, he gets a silent giant awaiting the first question.

Toby: Really? Oh, well, I guess the first thing that's on everyone's mind is your match with Prime. It's quite possibly one of the most silently requested matches this company can produce, so I--

Crackerjack: "Silently" requested?

Toby: Yea, the kind that6's on everyones mind yet they just don't really speak about it.

Crackerjack: Because they're afraid it might happen.

Toby: I guess so, I was just wondering about your thoughts on the match.

Crackerjack: Thoughts on the match, huh? Well, if it were a match I'd give you those. So how 'bout I leave my thoughts about the massacre. Would those suffice?

Toby: Ma--massacre?

Crackerjack: Yea. If people weren't so silent about it I'm sure that's what they would say.

Toby: Well, I guess then those would do. Yea.

Crackerjack: Now personally, while I have nothing against Prime or his abilities, as he has defeated me in the past, I just think right now he's nothing. In fact, he's lower than nothing. He's...

Crackerjack leans his head back and circles his hand around looking for the appropriate words. Finding them, he looks back down at Toby.

Crackerjack: He's a pussy whipped bitch.

Toby: A what?

Crackerjack: Yes! That's what he is exactly! Torn between two women, Kennedy and Jesse. What kind of man is he to let his guard down because of that? The mans gone soft. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about doing something to cure him of that.

Toby: Cure him?

Crackerjack: Yea, I was gonna snap their little necks in two. Kill 'em, wipe 'em off the playing field. For good. You know, ordinarily, I wouldn't agree with a man like The Hype, but now I see that there is too much drama and love in this place. Especially when it comes to taking down a man like Prime. A man who used to be savage, used to be feared. Now, I guess Prime is no longer in his prime.

Toby: So...what are you saying? That you're joining The Hype on his crusade?

Crackerjack: Now? Me and The Hype? Forget that. Maybe later when Elrick is no longer my trouble. But in all honesty, I can't see a formation like us happening in the near future. I'm getting off topic, aren't I?

Toby: Yes, you are. But that's okay, because I was meaning on asking you about your possible Dual Crown title shot next week. If Kiyoshi wins this week, then you'll be facing your fellow Reject in a--

Crackerjack: Stop...right there, Bostock. If I'm going to fight him, he won't be as a fellow Reject or even a Reject. He'll be Kiyoshi Nakahata to me, Dual Crown Champion. That's all. Oh, you little kiddies don't have to worry about this one being right up Onikage's sleeve. I'm just one location of leaving that group so I won't be fighting just because I'm following the plan to keep the belt in the group. I'm fighting to give the belt to me. Onikage can go around saying that "Crackerjack is the Dual Crown champion and he's a Reject" while I go around saying "Crackerjack is the Dual Crown champion, let the reign of terror commence."

Toby: So you're not involved in some conspiracy to keep the title in the Rejects?

Crackerjack: Fuck no, it's like I've always said about the group, "how can you have a group of rejects?". It can't be done. I might hang with them, but I get the wins for me. Okay, so are we done? I do have further business to attend to.

Toby nods his head slightly as Crackerjack begins to brush past him. Toby, somewhat confused, looks toward the open door leading Crackerjacks locker room and points inward.

Toby: Aren't you going back in?

Crackerjack turns around shaking his head.

Crackerjack: No, not really. I'm on my way to find "mo".

A little nod later, Crackerjack turns and continues down the hall as Tony stands there somewhat ever more confused about what or who "mo" is. As he leaves, the camera slowly pans to the inside of Crackerjacks locker room. As it continues strafing to the right, a small table comes into view with two separate photo frames. Inside the frames are pictures of Jesse and Kennedy.
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A low knocking echoes through Kennedy's locker room as she stands by her open bag just in the midst of reaching into it. Fresh from the shower it's apparent that what she's reaching for is a shirt when the knock interrupts her. Spinning her head around with just enough speed to get the damp hair to keep out of her face, Kennedy eyes toward the door. Thinking it might just be Jaime ready for another pep talk or an interviewer ready to ask some question Kennedy doesn't seem in such a hurry to answer it.

Kennedy: It's open.

Kennedy turns back to her bag moving things aside with her finger tips trying to find a certain top when another knock on the door starts up. Kennedy lets out a sigh as she slams what clothing she did have in her hand back into the bag. On her way toward the door, Kennedy reaches over and grabs hold of her jacket. A bit too much, but hey, it's either that or her bra. Given the options, Kennedy chooses the jacket as she reaches toward the handle. She's in the midst of zipping up her coat when the she opens the door. Startled a little, Kennedy steps back not really expecting someone like Crackerjack at her door. Crackerjack takes her sudden startling back steps as a welcome in as he closes the gap with a couple of his own steps. Her mouth falls open a couple times in an attempt to speak but that would be the grip of fear she feels around her throat. When she does manage to speak, it’s not got nearly as much conviction as she intended.

Kennedy: What do you want? If you're here delivering some message from Onikage, you can--

A finger wagging from Crackerjack ceases her tone of voice as he takes yet another step forward ending his little walk into her locker room. The wag of the finger is all it takes it silence Kennedy, who is left forcing air in and out of lungs in a speeded fashion. Standing inside now, Crackerjack doesn't seem interested in anything other than Kennedy. Not even the fact that her jacket is only half zipped. It even takes Kennedy a moment to realize that, and when she does...there ya go.

Crackerjack: This has nothing to do with him, or the pathetic wretches he clings himself to. This is strictly between me and you.

Motioning with a finger, Crackerjacks makes it clear that by "me and you" he does in fact mean him and her. Even though Crackerjack has ceased moving in toward her, Kennedy keeps up her guard unsure of just what the next move might or will be, although she herself has stopped moving back.

Kennedy: There is no me and you. You must have me confused for someone else. Your girlfriend Nell, perhaps?

Hearing her name causes Crackerjack to twitch a little. Kennedy though doesn't seem so sure that she's done any good for her current situation.

Crackerjack: No, I have the right lady. You're a message I want delivered to Prime.

Kennedy: Prime? I--I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Why don’t you go ahead and pass it onto himself yourself? Just leave me out of this.

Feeling that the conversation is at a close, Kennedy forces herself to turn around, giving Crackerjack an opportunity to take his leave. However, he doesn't move and it takes Kennedy a moment to notice this. His lack of action has seemingly help put the Leading Lady at ease, giving her to the comfort to look at him with the kind of defiance you'd really only find with someone who stands impatient about something.

Kennedy: Wha--

It's not that Kennedy wished to break off the sentence, she really has no choice as Crackerjack moves in close grabbing hold of her arm twisting it around in between them with such freakish strength that not even Kennedy can free herself. She does however twist and squirm around as Crackerjack gets in real close to her face.

Crackerjack: If you wish for me to deliver my message, then I will have to kill you. Are you still in agreement?

The suggestion that Crackerjack wishes to take this much further than the pain he seems ready to inflict leaves Kennedy staring up into this mask with a mixture of shock, fear and… oh yeah, the look of someone royally pissed off. It‘s amazing how fear can drive you to become more confident of yourself, even in the face of such monsters.

Kennedy: Let go of me.

It’s not a question, it’s not a cry for help. It’s an demand. She now starts to rear herself back pulling with everything she has but to no avail as Crackerjack keeps a lock in gaze upon her.

Crackerjack: You are a pestilence of weakness to a great man. With you out of the picture, perhaps he will fight as though he has nothing left to lose. It has been long since I have found someone, anyone, who has given me a worthy challenge. Everyone has proved themselves pathetically weak when it comes to facing my true strength. Nightmare, Elrick, Grant, Ash, they've all fallen. But Prime, he's the chance. And you, are in the way of him tapping his full potential. So I will snap your neck and drag your dead body to the ring if need be. Prime will fight me with--

Crackerjacks speech is interrupted as Kennedy uses her free hand to slap hard across his face. Faster than the slap, Crackerjack snaps his head back to glare toward Kennedy almost as if he was expecting the slap. Like all of this was just a pressure to build up into her to cause her act forceful.

Crackerjack: Still some fight? Good, I wouldn't expect less.

Crackerjack, with his own free hand, grabs hold of Kennedy's throat and begins to squeeze tightly. Gasping for air, Kennedy's face starts to lighten as her free arm slaps against Crackerjacks chest to no avail. Suddenly, Crackerjack looks over his shoulder and releases his grip on her throat. Dropping down to one knee, Kennedy begins gasping for air as Crackerjack finishes his own little argument. Although he doesn't seem finished with Kennedy as he reaches down and pulls her up just the front of her jacket off her feet. Bringing her in close to his face, Crackerjack seems to speak as if setting a date.

Crackerjack: I owe you an unpleasant death, Kennedy.

Crackerjack drops Kennedy back down and turns to walk out of the room. As defiant as Kennedy is, even she shows the common sense to simply slump down to her knees and rub her neck while catching up on that precious breathing she didn‘t get to do moments ago. Instigating another confrontation with Crackerjack under these circumstances is certainly not in her plans.
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