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Requiem For A Nightmare.; ---Chris Cage---
Topic Started: Mar 18 2009, 05:12 AM (93 Views)
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"The Man Of The Year"
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9:46AM ----- Off-Camera

An alarm goes off, buzzing in timed three second intervals, through the air of a darkened hotel room. A black business suit thrown about in pieces and shambles across the floor and up onto a purple cushioned chair with designed wooden cut arms. The silhouettes of the clothes stretch from the objects three feet each across the room floor due to the incoming sunlight from twin windows with drapes covering the beams from our world's heat giver. In the bed stirs Chris Cage, wiping his face with his right hand, flipping from his side away from the alarm onto his other side in one smooth motion, reaching out and slamming the palm of his right hand against the "snooze". He lays his head back with a groan as he tilts it to the side to look out onto the slight glimpse of a patio view.

He licks his lips; thirsty he arises from his bed in black silk bottoms. Tossing the comforters from his slumber he moves towards a jug of the clear liquid his body aches for and pours it into his mouth, his right hand shaking a bit as he does so from the unexpected weight of the supplement swishing around within the plastic.

He drops it with a thud in his grasp, some of the water coming up and out onto the desk. He lets out a relieving sigh as he moves to the curtains and pulls them open, eyes squinting as he does so, to look upon the busy traffic below and people rushing about to work.


Chris Cage: Cardiff... bah...

He releases the material from the grip of his thumb and index fingers to move towards the clothing on the floor which he gently kicks aside into a single pile as he moves to the bathroom, moving through the door swiftly. After about roughly thirty minutes he comes out again, clean shaven of his former rugged and unshaven travel beard. Clearly having taken a shower he moves to a suitcase bedside and lifts it onto his bed, popping the locks and reaching in to pull out not only clothes but a Blackberry. He uses the scroll ball to browse through his messages quick, three from O'Brien... one from SKM... two from Smark, himself... one from Prime, even... and surprisingly, one from someone labeled "Douchebag McSuckMyDick/Mr. R."

Shaking his head he tosses it onto his bed as he dresses himself, unwrapping the towel and replacing it with a white t-shirt, black vest with a blue tie, black dress pants and shoes. Eventually packing all his clothing back into the case but his phone, he begins to dial and a voice on the other end answers in a matter of two rings.


Chris Cage: Hey, I'm up... Yeah, whatever. Where we meeting...? Yeah, I know... Yes. I know, I said...! Fine... FINE...! Alright, where do you want me to go then...? Y'know I not only have errands to run too, but also a match I have to COMPETE in that night... Do you think I actually care what Prime wants or says or whatever the lug cries about? I said my peace to him and told him to grow some balls. He has finally done so, so good for him. I don't care what he does from here on in. I'm looking out for me and OUR best interests, reluctantly might I add... Yeah, I know. The money will last my lifetime, whatever. I don't care. I'm not doing it... I'm not... I'm not. Going. To. Do. It... Thank you... thank you... Alright...

Cage shifts the case and himself quickly to the doorway of the room and pulls out a ten dollar bill from his vest pocket and leaves it next to a "Room Service" card on a table with a plant all while speaking. He exits the room and locks it behind him, moving the case to his side and walks towards a long winding staircase to the first floor revealing he had stayed in a luxurious and grand hotel, golden chandeliers and railings, all of it.

Cage gets to the staircase where an attendant grabs his case as Cage whispers, "pull a taxi for me and toss it in. I'll be out momentarily, go." And the attendant was off as Cage pauses at the top of the stairs.


Chris Cage: Put O'Brien on the phone... Smark! Put. Jim. On. The damn phone... Smark God damn it! Just put him on the pho-... ... ... please... Jackas- Hey, Jim. Yeah, Smark's being a little controlling pest again, but that doesn't matter, listen. About Anarchy next Sunday... Mhm, mhm... Ok. But listen, I'm trying to pull some strings. I want to ask you, personally man to man right now, if everyone from the team can just... lay back in the locker rooms for my match... Listen, the last thing I need are people coming up to me calling me a coward because you guys even came to ringside. I've proven my point time and time again that XK is nothing but a simpleton and organic plague to FIW. I plan to remove that limb from the body of the company, permanently.

I understand you have my best interests in mind, but the fact of the matter is I didn't come to you. You came to me. And when you came to me, do you remember what you asked me before I came out? Before I revealed myself? I told you I will remain looking out for my own self by myself without you guys. You are only but a fail safe in case anyone else decides to stick their nose into my business. I brought a paint can to the ring for a reason and a point. And I think I did a damned good job of showing what a mindless worm Xtreme really is. Listen, the taxi is here I have to go. I'll see you guys at the studio... Later.


Cage has now made his way down the staircase and presses the "end call/red phone" button to turn off his phone and stuffs it into his front vest pocket before walking through the main entrance opened by a doorman. He reaches into his left pocket, pulling out black sunglasses, and slides them onto his face walking into the bright light of the morning mist now visible. He opens the taxi door and slams it shut.

Chris Cage: These people are more hassle than worth anything... Drive! You know where you're going...

And with that the taxi takes off with Cage within...


3:39PM ----- Off-Camera

Cage makes his way, pushing himself through small groups of people, to the arena. Internet website columnists take notice and shout for Cage to pause briefly to speak to them but he flips them all off casually while continuing to walk by and not even bothering to look their way. The "journalists" begin scribbling down on their pads as he enters the arena and makes his way through the halls finally reaching a familiar FIW goon.

Chris Cage: YOU! Get over here, now!

The stagehand turns swiftly on the balls of his heels to look at Cage shocked and surprised at the same time and steps forward as Cage approaches a bit closer looking over his shoulder almost paranoid, yet calm about it.

Chris Cage: Have you seen Smark and the rest of them around here today yet?

Stagehand: No, not yet, Mister Cage. Is there anything I can do for you personally?

Chris Cage: What!? Do I look like a homosexual to you, son? Don't make me take that headset and stick it down your throat for me to kick as target practice. When are we expecting them for the meeting?

Stagehand: None of us even knew they had a meeting today, Mister Cage. We thought they weren't supposed to be here, or you for that matter, until next Monday...

Chris Cage: GOD DAMN IT! He told me-... BAH! The Hell with all of this bullshit. This is what I get for associating with... associates!

Cage grips his forehead with his right hand lightly, rubbing it in circles with his eyes closed as the stagehand looks around, hoping for a way out to leave. Cage takes a deep breathe before dropping his hand and looking back up at the stagehand. He tosses him the duffel bag he had slung over his left shoulder and waves for him to take it somewhere. But as the stagehand turns to leave, Cage grips his shoulder, turns him and acts as if he's just about to Superkick him causing the stagehand to flinch so badly he falls onto his rear and crawls away in fear. Cage recovers his bag and puts it back over his shoulder, walks over, crouches beside the young man and points in his face.

Chris Cage: Y-... Yo- You-... You tell them if they fuck with me like this again... I have the rest of that ready for each and every God damn one of them...

Cage stands back up and brushes himself off before turning right into a second stagehand who hands Cage a postcard from the States reading "HAHA, GOTCHA! Have fun in England, motherf***er!" addressed from SS&S. Cage looks irate but then calms himself and grins, shaking his head and tossing the card back to the stagehand with a chuckle.

Chris Cage: God damn them...

Cage walks out realizing they sent him to England early because of knowing of his distaste for the English. A practical joke which, surprisingly, he has taken kindly to rather than continue to be angry over. He makes his way back out of the arena and outside once again afterward giving the stagehand he caused to flinch to the grown a grimace...


Unknown Time ----- On-Camera

We open up on camera to the image of two interlocked red "C"s, one hanging off the other like a hook. We begin to pan backwards revealing it to be an insignia on a black spring jacket of Chris Cage, arms folded in front of an FIW Interview Set with a grin on the side of his face as we're accompanied by Toby Bostock holding a mic. Cage dawns not only that but what appears to be his entire gym training attire along with a towel over his left shoulder with the same double C insignia quilted on it at the end.

Toby Bostock: Greetings, Toby Bostock here with none other than Chris Cage who will be appearing at his first ever Anarchy In The U.K. this year with the FIW and surely, hopefully, not his last. So, Cage, what can we expect out of "The Man of the Ye-"

Cage practically tears Bostock's arm right off as he yanks the mic to him and away from his mouth. Cage looks at Bostock, pushing his tongue into his cheek on the inside while slowly moving his head back and forth for Bostock to shut it. Cage then tilts his head to look at the camera going back to his sly smirk.

Chris Cage: First of all, let me begin this... interview... with me stating for the record that this may very well be my first and only "Anarchy" as I will be all but needed for such a pathetic promotion such as FIW after I end Xtreme Kitten's reign... not of victories or anything of that sort... but rather... his life. You look confused, Bostock, let me dial it like this. I'm not looking to end XK's career. Not his life, literally... but his life of mind. I'm going to snap his sense of reality in two by night's end. I've seen it in his eyes... I've seen the fear manifest into a pool of emotional anger, anxiety and desperation deep within him. He won't admit it. He's going to counter argue that he has seen it in myself or that what I have seen isn't there at all. It doesn't matter though because I've seen what I've seen and that's all that matters. Because I exploit those facts.

XK has given me but all the tools I shall ever require to permanently end him as a human being of reason. I'm going to bend all the rules in my favor, as if I haven't done so already. I made XK weep at my very feet on ReVolt last week. And come Anarchy, he's going to be begging for me to put him out of his misery forever... And I'll shake my head and kick him back to the ground and look to his beloved little Lucy... and proclaim "Ashes to ashes" as I continue to burn his soul into just that.

This is no longer a battle for supremacy or vendettas. Not because XK wants vengeance or because I seek out to repay SS&S. I want to make FIW's leading hero and white knight's fall from grace all the more tragic... make it all the more painful and unbelievable to witness by the eyes of all the children watching in the arena, at home and around the world. I want them to see XK is not the man they think he is but just a figment of all their imaginations combined to make him into something he is not nor ever shall be. XK is not the hero of this story... I am...


Toby Bostock: Surely now, you can't believe that you're the her-

Yet again Cage rips Bostock's arm holding the mic back to himself while eying him up as if he's ready to unleash another ferocious assault on him. Cage then moments after turns back to the camera.

Chris Cage: You all need to realize something. And I'm going to be blunt and to the point now, because all of this is just wasting my valuable time in which I can be spending elsewhere.

XK is not the hero of this fairytale. He never will be. He is the twisted and maniacal evil that devastates the landscape of FIW. Like an airborne disease he has masked his true intentions with a shroud and veil of secrecy. And you all have fell for the act that he has perpetrated for so very long now. I am the one who will guide you through the fog of uncertainty to the truth. I am the one who will show you what XK truly is by the end of that night. I will warp reality, time and space right in front of your very eyes as I push XK to his breaking point. I will show you what XK truly is... and that is nothing more... than a villain in disguise...


Cage releases Bostock who quickly retracts his hand, rubbing it in pain an cringing a bit, but trying to hide that from the camera off panel, but keeps getting bumped back into frame as the camera tries to capture both he and Cage simultaneously. Finally Cage shakes his head as he walks off with Bostock rubbing his wrist, only for Cage's arm to reach out once more and merely snatch the mic from his fingers waltzing back and shoving Bostock out of the picture for the most part.

Chris Cage: XK. We've only known each other for a month or so now... and yet to me it seems like it has been an eternity already. Back and forth, back and forth, we've come at each other. And where has this game of cat and mouse gotten us? A stalemate. And yet, ever so surely I am edging slightly past you in the race yet again to best you at your own game. Like I said, I'm no longer in it to even win our damn match. I plan to just simply... break you...

I've already gotten you so close to doing so, it won't take much at all to press you into a boiling point if I haven't already. And if you don't... well... Let's say I have other weaknesses of yours I can exploit, right Lucy? Haha, that's what I thought... I've gotten to her once before already, XK... Your wench isn't safe no matter where you take her. The little harlot can hide from me wherever she wants at ringside, but it is inevitable that if I cannot destroy your mind by my means... I'll do it by hers... At any cost, XK... At any... cost...

I'll see you and your scarlet in a week. Unless you have something mildly worth hearing for once other than your generic XK mumblings.

And for those who want to hear a new side of things, please. I welcome you to join me at my new website, A Method To My Madness.com. Because just like it reads, XK, there is always a method to my madness. But will there be one to yours?


Cage tosses the mic back to Bostock and chuckles for a split second and grins at him before turning and walking off camera for good this time leaving Bostock to sigh.

Toby Bostock: I don't think he would be interested in a game of Magic afterward, would he?

Our cameraman then moves the camera up above Toby's head and focuses on the FIW Logo before fading out on the scene.
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