Post by merlinmatrix on Jul 26, 2007 20:50:13 GMT -6
Cormac sighed a long tired breath as he hung up the phone for the second contact he had with David Hunter and turned to the man’s father who sat bound to a chair with thick rope. Tony looked to be in a furious calm as Cormac looked at him.
Cormac: I don’t think your son believes me there at all old man.
Tony: Do you blame him!?! I’m not alright I’m bound to this chair by your sadistic ass in some god awful warehouse!
Cormac slides another chair close in front of Tony and sits on it backwards facing his captive.
Cormac: It’s a abandoned slaughterhouse. (Puts his cigarette in his mouth.)
Tony: What did you say you psychotic f**k?
Cormac (reaches into his pocket and pulls out a match: I said (lights the match off of Tony’s unshaven face) we’re in a slaughterhouse and a abandoned one at that. And please try to call me something different I would like to think that you and your son don’t share the same brain.
Tony (spits in Cormac’s face): Don’t you ever talk about my son!
Cormac (wipes the spittle off his face): Limey I had about enough of your shit.
Tony (with a glare): And I can’t wait until you get out of these ropes so I can put a bullet through your eyes you f**king paddy bastard!
Cormac (grinning): Ah the age old threat, if I had a nickel for every time I heard an Englishman threaten my life I’d be a much richer man.
Tony: Don’t try to blame this on race hatred or your oh so tragic past Cormac cause I’m not going to buy it.
Cormac (taking a drag): Tony my I.R.A. days are long gone, and my hit man days, this isn’t a vendetta over blood, or land. The reason is that I want your boy to be angry, I want him to be furious, want him to be ready to kill me if he has to.
Tony: Okay Cormac I’ll bite why? Why not only have my boy destroy you but have him want to kill you?
Cormac: New England….
Tony: Northeast!
Cormac: Whatever your marketing man made you call it now, I don’t care anymore, but what I’m trying to tell you my idiot little senior prisoner is that I’m at the end of my rope.
Tony: What in the hell is that spose’ to mean?
Cormac: I’m afraid if your son wins and with Tito gone missing from the Midwest ,and no Randall Lovejoy around to start another fed for me to work at, that Mick Cormac, me has no further place in the wrestling world.
Tony: You don’t have a place as it is.
Cormac: I’d expect that out of someone like you that lives everyday killing Federations and peoples careers left and right.
Tony: I’m saving POW Northeast.
Cormac (yelling right in his face): You’re a fool if you can’t see what you’ve done to all of us so far you’re a fool and deserve your fate!!!
Tony: You’re just one man who thinks that.
Cormac (shakes his head): I am one man that knows that, the fans and a lot of the boys in the back think what I know.
Tony: None the less…the world will be better off without you in it.
Cormac: And POW would be better without you milking it for a last shot at glory….(checks his watch) oh Hr. Hunter we’re almost late.
Tony: For what?
Cormac: For the message I need to send out to the POW nation, the message that your going to help deliver.
Tony: What’s that?
Cormac (placing a large bit of duct tape over Hunters mouth): The message of how it takes only one man to bring down the evil emperor ha-ha .(pats Hunter on the side of the face)
* ** *** ** *
A handy cam with a very bright light attached to it films a message from Cormac to POW nation. Cormac is in his classic blue jeans, and leather jacket, but behind him is the strange image of a dirty but unharmed; bound and gagged to the chair.
Cormac (with a wicked smile): Many of you folks have been a wondering “Mick, oh sweet Mick, why kidnap a Hunter that’s their style not yours” Sometimes my good ladies and gentlemen , sometimes you have to beat them at their own game to get a real fight out of them. You see unlike my opponents here I don’t hide behind another man or behind some glitz and glam for a quick buck. No, no, no, you see when I met a challenge I come out swinging, I come out and met it like a man. Now David as I promised your father is alive and well. Fed and watered as a good dog should be even if he is the bastard son of a bitch he is I have treated him fair. Mr. David hunter now that I have proven myself a man of my word, I think a little negotiation is in order. What I want, no what I demand is that our match is not in good ol’ Maryland, not in a building in where you have the advantage no Mr. Hunter, I demand that since your side laid down the gauntlet that I name the terms! They are as follows: that our fight be in my territory my arena, the alleyways and the street. I want a street match Dave, and I want it in Boston. You have 24 hours to reply. Or else I go back on what I’ve said and daddy here has terror unleashed onto him.
(the scene fads to black)
Mick now away from the slaughter house and walking the fair streets of Southside Boston,, his new adopted home, pulls a cell phone out of his jacket and lights another cigarette.
Mick: Hey how you been brother?….I know I may have gone to far this time but I’ve got a plan…Yes I am going to need to meet so I can tell you what we’re going to do…No I want meet alone….You know the place be there in half an hour.
Mick takes a drag and continues to walk toward his destination to meet with the man he just called.
Mick: Oh jaysus are the Hunters going to be in for a surprise if they think they’re going to stop me. (chuckles)
(end)
Cormac: I don’t think your son believes me there at all old man.
Tony: Do you blame him!?! I’m not alright I’m bound to this chair by your sadistic ass in some god awful warehouse!
Cormac slides another chair close in front of Tony and sits on it backwards facing his captive.
Cormac: It’s a abandoned slaughterhouse. (Puts his cigarette in his mouth.)
Tony: What did you say you psychotic f**k?
Cormac (reaches into his pocket and pulls out a match: I said (lights the match off of Tony’s unshaven face) we’re in a slaughterhouse and a abandoned one at that. And please try to call me something different I would like to think that you and your son don’t share the same brain.
Tony (spits in Cormac’s face): Don’t you ever talk about my son!
Cormac (wipes the spittle off his face): Limey I had about enough of your shit.
Tony (with a glare): And I can’t wait until you get out of these ropes so I can put a bullet through your eyes you f**king paddy bastard!
Cormac (grinning): Ah the age old threat, if I had a nickel for every time I heard an Englishman threaten my life I’d be a much richer man.
Tony: Don’t try to blame this on race hatred or your oh so tragic past Cormac cause I’m not going to buy it.
Cormac (taking a drag): Tony my I.R.A. days are long gone, and my hit man days, this isn’t a vendetta over blood, or land. The reason is that I want your boy to be angry, I want him to be furious, want him to be ready to kill me if he has to.
Tony: Okay Cormac I’ll bite why? Why not only have my boy destroy you but have him want to kill you?
Cormac: New England….
Tony: Northeast!
Cormac: Whatever your marketing man made you call it now, I don’t care anymore, but what I’m trying to tell you my idiot little senior prisoner is that I’m at the end of my rope.
Tony: What in the hell is that spose’ to mean?
Cormac: I’m afraid if your son wins and with Tito gone missing from the Midwest ,and no Randall Lovejoy around to start another fed for me to work at, that Mick Cormac, me has no further place in the wrestling world.
Tony: You don’t have a place as it is.
Cormac: I’d expect that out of someone like you that lives everyday killing Federations and peoples careers left and right.
Tony: I’m saving POW Northeast.
Cormac (yelling right in his face): You’re a fool if you can’t see what you’ve done to all of us so far you’re a fool and deserve your fate!!!
Tony: You’re just one man who thinks that.
Cormac (shakes his head): I am one man that knows that, the fans and a lot of the boys in the back think what I know.
Tony: None the less…the world will be better off without you in it.
Cormac: And POW would be better without you milking it for a last shot at glory….(checks his watch) oh Hr. Hunter we’re almost late.
Tony: For what?
Cormac: For the message I need to send out to the POW nation, the message that your going to help deliver.
Tony: What’s that?
Cormac (placing a large bit of duct tape over Hunters mouth): The message of how it takes only one man to bring down the evil emperor ha-ha .(pats Hunter on the side of the face)
* ** *** ** *
A handy cam with a very bright light attached to it films a message from Cormac to POW nation. Cormac is in his classic blue jeans, and leather jacket, but behind him is the strange image of a dirty but unharmed; bound and gagged to the chair.
Cormac (with a wicked smile): Many of you folks have been a wondering “Mick, oh sweet Mick, why kidnap a Hunter that’s their style not yours” Sometimes my good ladies and gentlemen , sometimes you have to beat them at their own game to get a real fight out of them. You see unlike my opponents here I don’t hide behind another man or behind some glitz and glam for a quick buck. No, no, no, you see when I met a challenge I come out swinging, I come out and met it like a man. Now David as I promised your father is alive and well. Fed and watered as a good dog should be even if he is the bastard son of a bitch he is I have treated him fair. Mr. David hunter now that I have proven myself a man of my word, I think a little negotiation is in order. What I want, no what I demand is that our match is not in good ol’ Maryland, not in a building in where you have the advantage no Mr. Hunter, I demand that since your side laid down the gauntlet that I name the terms! They are as follows: that our fight be in my territory my arena, the alleyways and the street. I want a street match Dave, and I want it in Boston. You have 24 hours to reply. Or else I go back on what I’ve said and daddy here has terror unleashed onto him.
(the scene fads to black)
* ** *** ** *
Mick now away from the slaughter house and walking the fair streets of Southside Boston,, his new adopted home, pulls a cell phone out of his jacket and lights another cigarette.
Mick: Hey how you been brother?….I know I may have gone to far this time but I’ve got a plan…Yes I am going to need to meet so I can tell you what we’re going to do…No I want meet alone….You know the place be there in half an hour.
Mick takes a drag and continues to walk toward his destination to meet with the man he just called.
Mick: Oh jaysus are the Hunters going to be in for a surprise if they think they’re going to stop me. (chuckles)
(end)