Post by Captain Insanity on Jul 23, 2010 12:18:40 GMT -6
Toronto, Canada
Tuesday 07/20/2010
- Captain Insanity sits at a table in what appears to be a poorly lit bar. The table is littered in empty beer glasses. The old battered Extreme Combat Title hangs over the back of one of the chairs. The camera slowly pans around the room revealing a poorly stocked buffet, a neon lit bar. The camera continues the slow pan, revealing a stage with a pole in the middle. An announcer is heard of a PA system. -
Announcer: Gentlemen; please welcome to the stage, Velvet Rain!
- A middle aged woman appears on stage in a crushed velvet bikini, scars and stretch marks clearly visible on her abdomen. The camera quickly pans away, catching Insanity trying not to throw up all over the table. Insanity looks away from the stage and signals for another round. A waitress appears moments later with a glass of beer and sets it down on the table and quickly leaves. Insanity sips from the glass. -
CI: Ugh, I really need to stop coming in here on a weekday. The buffet is horrible and Velvet Rain over there makes you want to vomit until you die. So why do I come here? Well, the beer is cheap and I don't have to deal with people wanting interviews or autographs or Got Milk? and their stupidity Here I can escape the world and all it's shit.
- Insanity takes another long sip from the glass and slams it down on the table. A rather homely looking stripper approaches Insanity and offers him her services. -
CI: Get outta here! If I wanted you're services I'd ask for them.
Stripper: Fuck you too Asshole.
- The stripper gives Insanity the finger and stomps away. Insanity finishes his beer and stands up. Captain Insanity unsteadily walks towards the entrance, but stops halfway. when he realizes he's left the belt behind. Insanity returns to his table and picks the belt up, sloppily draping it over his shoulder. As Insanity stumbles for the door he waves to the bartender. -
CI: I'll settle up my table with you next week Joe.
- The bartender rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the stage and Velvet Rain.
Insanity steps out into the hot afternoon sun, he squints in the sunlight as he looks up and down the street. Insanity starts to make his way home, bumping into people as he walks down the street. -
Toronto, Canada
Wednesday 07/21/2010
- Captain Insanity sits on the steps in front of his apartment building, Extreme Combat title laying at his feet, six pack of beer beside him. -
CI: Larsen Van Der Kamp; Jesus, could you have a longer name? Time is short and I've got beer to drink. I'll call you Vanderbeke, no thats still too long. I'll just call you Dawson. Yes that's right, I just made. Dawsons Creek reference.
This week we face off again, only this time I'll be prepared for you. I took you lightly, hoping that you'd be distracted by your search to find your father or what ever it is you're searching for.
Father? Long lost love? The perfect omlette? Treasure? Is it treasure? A treasure hunt actually does sound like fun, but now I'm sidetracked.
No, you're not looking for something that doesn't matter, you're looking for your past. Take it from someone with a past, knowing what you've done and where you've been won't do a damn thing for you.
- Insanity pokes at the belt with his foot and opens a beer, taking a long swig. He stares at the old belt for a moment before speaking again.-
CI: I had it all back in the day; fame, glory, steady cash flow and most importantly I was Extreme Combat champ. Where had it gotten me? I'm not champ, I've got more losses than wins and most of those are at the hands of that fairy Teen Throb.
The point I'm trying to make Dawson is that if I didn't know my past, I wouldn't be burdened by it, forced to live up to the legacy I've created. Knowing who you are isn't going to help you win, it won't aid you in becoming SWA champ and it certianly won't help you against me in an extreme combat rules match.
I might be washed up and past my prime but that isn't going to stop me from taking one last run at the extreme title or die trying. I'll do whatever it takes, face whom ever I have to reclaim what is rightfully mine. Van Der Kamp, you're merely a stepping stone on my journey to revive the Extreme Combat division and claim the title once again.
This Saturday night you and the SWA fans are going to see a Captian Insanity they haven't seen in a long long time, you're going to see the man that will litterally toss an opponent from a speeding bus or to a pck wild animals to win. Don't beleive me? Check out the SWA archives.
- Insanity finishes off his beer and cracks open another. He stands up, taking the belt and beers with him as he heads off down the street. -
Tuesday 07/20/2010
- Captain Insanity sits at a table in what appears to be a poorly lit bar. The table is littered in empty beer glasses. The old battered Extreme Combat Title hangs over the back of one of the chairs. The camera slowly pans around the room revealing a poorly stocked buffet, a neon lit bar. The camera continues the slow pan, revealing a stage with a pole in the middle. An announcer is heard of a PA system. -
Announcer: Gentlemen; please welcome to the stage, Velvet Rain!
- A middle aged woman appears on stage in a crushed velvet bikini, scars and stretch marks clearly visible on her abdomen. The camera quickly pans away, catching Insanity trying not to throw up all over the table. Insanity looks away from the stage and signals for another round. A waitress appears moments later with a glass of beer and sets it down on the table and quickly leaves. Insanity sips from the glass. -
CI: Ugh, I really need to stop coming in here on a weekday. The buffet is horrible and Velvet Rain over there makes you want to vomit until you die. So why do I come here? Well, the beer is cheap and I don't have to deal with people wanting interviews or autographs or Got Milk? and their stupidity Here I can escape the world and all it's shit.
- Insanity takes another long sip from the glass and slams it down on the table. A rather homely looking stripper approaches Insanity and offers him her services. -
CI: Get outta here! If I wanted you're services I'd ask for them.
Stripper: Fuck you too Asshole.
- The stripper gives Insanity the finger and stomps away. Insanity finishes his beer and stands up. Captain Insanity unsteadily walks towards the entrance, but stops halfway. when he realizes he's left the belt behind. Insanity returns to his table and picks the belt up, sloppily draping it over his shoulder. As Insanity stumbles for the door he waves to the bartender. -
CI: I'll settle up my table with you next week Joe.
- The bartender rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the stage and Velvet Rain.
Insanity steps out into the hot afternoon sun, he squints in the sunlight as he looks up and down the street. Insanity starts to make his way home, bumping into people as he walks down the street. -
Toronto, Canada
Wednesday 07/21/2010
- Captain Insanity sits on the steps in front of his apartment building, Extreme Combat title laying at his feet, six pack of beer beside him. -
CI: Larsen Van Der Kamp; Jesus, could you have a longer name? Time is short and I've got beer to drink. I'll call you Vanderbeke, no thats still too long. I'll just call you Dawson. Yes that's right, I just made. Dawsons Creek reference.
This week we face off again, only this time I'll be prepared for you. I took you lightly, hoping that you'd be distracted by your search to find your father or what ever it is you're searching for.
Father? Long lost love? The perfect omlette? Treasure? Is it treasure? A treasure hunt actually does sound like fun, but now I'm sidetracked.
No, you're not looking for something that doesn't matter, you're looking for your past. Take it from someone with a past, knowing what you've done and where you've been won't do a damn thing for you.
- Insanity pokes at the belt with his foot and opens a beer, taking a long swig. He stares at the old belt for a moment before speaking again.-
CI: I had it all back in the day; fame, glory, steady cash flow and most importantly I was Extreme Combat champ. Where had it gotten me? I'm not champ, I've got more losses than wins and most of those are at the hands of that fairy Teen Throb.
The point I'm trying to make Dawson is that if I didn't know my past, I wouldn't be burdened by it, forced to live up to the legacy I've created. Knowing who you are isn't going to help you win, it won't aid you in becoming SWA champ and it certianly won't help you against me in an extreme combat rules match.
I might be washed up and past my prime but that isn't going to stop me from taking one last run at the extreme title or die trying. I'll do whatever it takes, face whom ever I have to reclaim what is rightfully mine. Van Der Kamp, you're merely a stepping stone on my journey to revive the Extreme Combat division and claim the title once again.
This Saturday night you and the SWA fans are going to see a Captian Insanity they haven't seen in a long long time, you're going to see the man that will litterally toss an opponent from a speeding bus or to a pck wild animals to win. Don't beleive me? Check out the SWA archives.
- Insanity finishes off his beer and cracks open another. He stands up, taking the belt and beers with him as he heads off down the street. -
