Stacked Deck (SN'F Salt Lake City 04/24/10)

[Captain Insanity]

Toronto Ontario
Tuesday 04/20/2010

- Captain Insanity and Got Milk? are seen in a local shopping mall. Both members of Got Milk? walk ahead of Insanity, looking around the mall excitedly; Insanity doesn’t look overly enthusiastic to be stuck with the two bumbling idiots. Got Milk? suddenly stops in front of an ice cream store and begins moo’ing and pointing to the store. Captain Insanity stops and lets out a heavy sigh.-

CI: I don’t give a fuck if you get ice cream; I’m not your babysitter.

- The two men in cow costumes start to rush into the store but stop short of the entrance way; they turn back to Insanity. –

CI: What’s that? You don’t have any money?

- Got Milk? nods in saddened agreement.-

CI: Then get a job. And before you say anything, I’m not going to get you a job in the SWA. I’ve already made that mistake once. I won’t make it again.

- Insanity walks away from Got Milk?, leaving them standing in the doorway to the ice cream store. –

Toronto Ontario
Wednesday 04/21/2010

- Captain Insanity is sitting on his couch watching a re-air of Saturday Night Fever. Insanity mutes the volume as a commercial for the Sham-Wow comes on. A small Hispanic made appears from the other room. –

Maid: Misser Insanity, I no can find your EWC belt to polish.

CI: Don’t worry about it; I lost it earlier this week on Monday Night Brawl.

Maid: Oh, Misser Insanity loses again? That’s no so good.

- A look of frustration starts to creep over Insanity’s face and it only worsens when Got Milk? barges into the apartment. –

CI: What have I told you two retards about not knocking?

Maid: Noooo….Noooo. Get, get, get. Stupid Cows go outside.

- The maid starts to shoo Got Milk? out of the apartment. -

Salt Lake City
Friday 04/23/2010

- The camera pans around inside the Salt Lake City arena, the entrance stage and ring half assembled. Captain Insanity sits in the front row of seats, feet up on the barricade. Insanity takes his feet off the barricade and stands up as the camera pulls in tighter on him. -

CI: Gabreal Martin, the Sedition's latest puppet, in what I'm sure will be a long and endless line. Despite being a pawn in the game played by the Sedition, you have managed to get a few things right. EWC isn’t the EWC of the past, but despite its poor management; despite its lack of any real memorable talent, still managed to hold two titles. Summer 2008 I was Hardcore Champion and recent International champion. You nailed the preverbal nail on the head. EWC has become boring, stale and predictable.

-Insanity begins to wander through the rows of empty seats. –

CI: We’re not here to discuss the so-called Extreme Wrestling Corporation, no those days are behind me. No, we’re here to discuss SWA and our match this week on Saturday Night Fever. I respect that you’ve taken the time to discover just how iconic I am to the company, few have shed as much sweet and blood as I have. All these new comers and rookies don’t have the sense to; at least you know what you’re getting into. You know that I don’t go down without a fight and you know that I don’t take it easy on anyone.The deck may be stacked against me having you as an opponent but that's not going to stop me from going all out against you.

- Insanity reaches the edge of the floor seating and begins to slowly climb built in arena seating. –

CI: You are right, I am a legend of this federation, but I’m not a trainer, I’m not a teacher, I’m not a mentor. You think I should have been showing Bryce Bridges the way to success? I disagree. Nothing in life is handed to you. You want something, you’ve got to out and take it. If Bryce Bridges needs to learn to not let The Sedition and its errand boys distract him, that’s his lesson to learn. Sure, it added another loss to my record; oh well. Losing is part of this job; hell, it’s part of life. You’ve said it yourself, you’re last matches have ended in a win for your opponent. Sure I could sit here and blame you, Bridges, De Tornado and everyone else, but you know what? I’m not. Last week, I came ill prepared and didn’t want the win bad enough to earn myself another victory.

- Insanity has made it over halfway up the stands by now; he continues his slow pace to the top. –

CI: You’re not the first person to tell me that my time in this industry has past and to be perfectly honest, I’ve wondered if it isn’t true. Perhaps it is time to pack it in and call it quits; perhaps it’s time to hand over the reins to a younger generation. These are some of the thoughts that I’ve had and considered and here I still am. I might be on the down turn in my career but that isn’t going to stop me from going out with a bang and bringing a little old school Extreme Combat back to the SWA. You consider Teen Throb a slouch and while he might be a pretty boy, he’s been hardened by the SWA of yesteryear's and can dish out some punishment when he’s able to pull himself away from the god awful crap he considers music.

- Insanity reaches the top of the stands; he turns and looks out over the arena floor. –

CI: You want me to admit defeat to you now: you want me to give up before the fight as begun. Never. You think I’m delusional for thinking I’m still a viable, marketable asset to this corporation. You’re the one with delusions. You think you’re going to become the greatest World Champion; you believe you’re the chosen one. The Sedition has filled your head with delusions of grandeur and success. In reality, you’d be lucky to get an under-card match without them. This is one gift horse you should have looked in the mouth.

-Insanity leans against the railing around the top walkway. -

CI: You might be handpicked by The Sedition to be World Champion, but that’s not what I’m after. I’m here for something more familiar, something closer to my heart. I’m here for the Extreme Combat title. Tomorrow night we won’t be deciding championships, we’ll be deciding if the Sedition has picked a winner in Gabreal Martin or if I’m still the legend many claim me to be.

- Captain Insanity turns from the railing and camera. He pushes open one of the upper level concession area doors and walks out of sight. -