Post by Frankie Cocheese on May 16, 2016 22:31:09 GMT -6
“So this is what it’s come down to, huh?”
The camera zooms in on Frankie Cocheese, dressed in an armani suit, his elbows propped up on an IC3’s desk. There’s a cigar resting in an ash tray, waiting to be lit with a silver Zippo lighter next to it. There’s a wad of $100 bills next to it. Nothing but darkness surrounds him.
“This is what you’ve asked for, isn’t it?! You wanted me, huh? Just me! Well here I am, Nikki! HERE I AM!”
He spreads his arms wide. His face is reddening. Unlike the Cold Hard Truth video, you know it’s due to anger.
“HERE I AM! You know where exactly to find me! But will you come at me? See… there’s the question. And I’ve got a feeling I know the answer. No, you’re not. Instead, you’re going to open up a dictionary and go on about how I said a word wrong, or how I don’t understand sarcasm when the thing is… I do. I do, Nikki. Trust me, I understand sarcasm perfectly. You know what they say about sarcasm, Nikki? It’s the coward’s lie. You know who loves sarcasm? Weak minded people. People who don’t want to be up front. Passive-aggressive people. People that aren’t real, just like the girls in your videos. The girls that you had to make up, because you can’t talk for yourself, because you’re weak minded. You’re weak minded, Nikki. You’re a weak minded person, who refuses to admit his faults. You can say you’re giving guys like Badger some constructive criticism, with sarcasm, but it shows you really don’t want him around, and why’s that, Nikki? You want to call the Hardcore championship and abortion of a title, worse than any title I may hold, and you have the nerve to say I’m committing burial? Heh, wow… I’d say I’d lend you my shovel, but you seem to have your own for Jorge Santos.”
He lets that shot sink in, staying silent as he folds his arms over the desk and leans onto them.
“See, it all dawned on me. You call yourself ‘The Devil’s Saint,’ don’t you, Nikki? Well, you see, Nikki… the thing about the Devil is the Devil’s a Liar…You claim that you care about these people, but then also claim you want to baptise MSW in fire.
You’re gonna wish you had the respect of SOMEBODY because nobody’s going to save you from me… and it’s just going to be me, too. Nobody else. What you failed to understand, one of the “points” that you kept hanging on was me having my boys in videos, saying they’re concentrating on their matches when they’re in the background drinking champagne. What you’ve failed to understand was that I meant they’re going to be concentrating on their matches that night. They’re going to be tired from winning their matches, and they’re going to be watching as I turn that ring into a goddamn KILLING FIELD! But no… no Nikki… I’m not going to say I’m going to kill you, but I’m sure going to make you suffer… I’m going to turn you so bloody you’re going to be a walking POPSICLE STICK FOR VAMPIRES LIKE SISTER CATHERINE!”
Cocheese now stands up immediately, putting his hands down flat on the desk.
“So you can say you want to show all these people that life is beautiful but trust me… when I get my hands on you I’m going to show them that death is ugly. Again… I’m not going to kill you… but you’ll be begging for it. You’ll be hoping for that ugly truth. The truth that we’re all going to have to come to grips with one of these days. You’ve been insulting me for weeks, and then wonder why you got attacked and try to play the victim to these people like I attacked you because I wanted to. Guys like you… they don’t survive where I’m from… and I’m going to prove that, Nikki. Do you understand me? HUH?! YOU GOT IT?! YOU WANNA CALL ME A PSYCHOPATH?! YOU’RE RIGHT! THAT GIRL IS RIGHT! I HAVE NO MERCY! I KIDNAPPED IZZY AND GOT AWAY WITH IT! BECAUSE I -KNEW- TOMMY ANGEL! MONTANA! WHATEVER! WASN’T GONNA PICK ME! BUT EVEN -HE- HAS MORE HEART THAN YOU, NIKKI! You wanna call me a FELON?! Good. Because I’m going to act like one. I’m going to treat that ring like it’s a jail cell and treat you like my PRAG! You got me?! YOU GOT ME, YOU JEALOUS TURD?! Yeah, that’s right. You treat the titles like a plague, but that’s only after you try to go for them and lose them! Hardcore, Pure15! You’re already saying you don’t want or need mine but if that’s true, WHY ARE YOU HERE?! YOU WANT THE PRIZE! WE ALL DO! MAN UP AND ADMIT IT!”
He dips his head back now and starts to laugh.
“Oooh Nikki… I’m gonna show you that in this case, good things DON’T come to those who wait, because you’ve been waiting for Saturday and by the time that bell rings, you won’t be waiting, you’ll be wishing it was already over… Because you’re just writing checks with your mouth that you won’t be able to cash! NICHOLAS! NICKLE-LESS VENOM! I SHOULD MAKE THAT INTO A T-SHIRT HUH?! BUT NO! NO… You know why, Nikki? Because this is me, Nikki… No raps. No jokes. No games. No dissecting promos with dictionaries and quotes and banter about who said what in the past. NO! You wanna talk about the past?! You wanna talk about how you’re gonna show everyone the Nikki Venom from 2014?! FINE! BRING the Nikki Venom from 2014! I WELCOME HIM!”
He silences himself for a moment, eyes narrowing almost into points as he shoots the camera a gaze that could turn it to stone.
“I’m gonna bring the Cocheese from 2012, and he hasn’t changed. This is the Cocheese that debuted in the big time in a BARBED WIRE MATCH! This is the Cocheese that won a TRIPLE CAGES OF HELL MATCH IN HIS HOMETOWN! ASK CHRIS WILLIAMS ABOUT -THAT!- I’m gonna show you the Cocheese that takes people OUT! I’m gonna show you the Cocheese that went UNDEFEATED IN RWD! UNDEFEATED IN SEASON ONE! THE COCHEESE THAT EVERYONE WAS DEMANDING BE PUT AGAINST BRYCE FOR THE TITLE! LIKE ALI VS FRAZIER THEY CALLED IT! LIKE MAYWEATHER VS PACQUIAO BUT THAT EVENTUALLY HAPPENED! I. Am bringing you. ME!”
He jabs his right forefinger into his chest repeatedly.
“ME! Not the Frankie Cocheese that makes jokes about jelly beans and TACO BELL!”
He starts to pant. His veins are bulging and his fists are clenching. His fists onto the desk. His voice has a beastly growl to it.
“Nikki Venom... I’m going to show you the Cocheese that people say, oh hey, don’t go down that block at this time of night. Guys like Cocheese live down there. You don’t wanna go down to his hood. Now, Nikki… Missouri is my hood… I’m going to make you wish you never set foot in Missouri… Make you wish you never got into Wrestling… MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU HEAR ME NIKKI?! HUH?!”
His eyeballs look like they’re about to pop out of his head, wide and reddened from how livid he is. However, almost in an instant, he begins to cool down, relax, and breathe. He sits down and straightens his suit, leaning forward to grab the cigar, Zippo, and a $100 bill.
“I’m gonna show you why I’m The Don. I’m going to show you why I rose to power. HOW I rose to power. Not just through kidnapping and manipulation, but dominance. Sheer, and utter, dominance… You think I’m going to need my boys? You think I’m some baby who has to cry and pull strings to get what he wants? You keep thinking that, and I’ll keep proving you wrong at every turn. So, Nikki, if any of my words haven’t gotten through your head this week, let these at least get through that thick skull before I break it this Saturday… and that’s… shut your mouth. Keep quiet. You want to talk about my boys being in my videos for no reason? Don’t even make your own. Train. Train, because you’re gonna need it. I’m done with you now. I’ve got no more to say. And if you’re smart, neither will you, because… Just like this $100 I’m about to light, Nikki, I’m going to prove this Saturday that anything else you’ve got to say until then… is just a waste!”
He props his feet up as he did in the last video, lighting the $100 bill and using it to light the cigar, then fanning the $100 before crumpling it up and tossing it behind him.
“See you when I see you… Nikki…”
He enjoys the cigar as the video fades out.
The camera zooms in on Frankie Cocheese, dressed in an armani suit, his elbows propped up on an IC3’s desk. There’s a cigar resting in an ash tray, waiting to be lit with a silver Zippo lighter next to it. There’s a wad of $100 bills next to it. Nothing but darkness surrounds him.
“This is what you’ve asked for, isn’t it?! You wanted me, huh? Just me! Well here I am, Nikki! HERE I AM!”
He spreads his arms wide. His face is reddening. Unlike the Cold Hard Truth video, you know it’s due to anger.
“HERE I AM! You know where exactly to find me! But will you come at me? See… there’s the question. And I’ve got a feeling I know the answer. No, you’re not. Instead, you’re going to open up a dictionary and go on about how I said a word wrong, or how I don’t understand sarcasm when the thing is… I do. I do, Nikki. Trust me, I understand sarcasm perfectly. You know what they say about sarcasm, Nikki? It’s the coward’s lie. You know who loves sarcasm? Weak minded people. People who don’t want to be up front. Passive-aggressive people. People that aren’t real, just like the girls in your videos. The girls that you had to make up, because you can’t talk for yourself, because you’re weak minded. You’re weak minded, Nikki. You’re a weak minded person, who refuses to admit his faults. You can say you’re giving guys like Badger some constructive criticism, with sarcasm, but it shows you really don’t want him around, and why’s that, Nikki? You want to call the Hardcore championship and abortion of a title, worse than any title I may hold, and you have the nerve to say I’m committing burial? Heh, wow… I’d say I’d lend you my shovel, but you seem to have your own for Jorge Santos.”
He lets that shot sink in, staying silent as he folds his arms over the desk and leans onto them.
“See, it all dawned on me. You call yourself ‘The Devil’s Saint,’ don’t you, Nikki? Well, you see, Nikki… the thing about the Devil is the Devil’s a Liar…You claim that you care about these people, but then also claim you want to baptise MSW in fire.
You’re gonna wish you had the respect of SOMEBODY because nobody’s going to save you from me… and it’s just going to be me, too. Nobody else. What you failed to understand, one of the “points” that you kept hanging on was me having my boys in videos, saying they’re concentrating on their matches when they’re in the background drinking champagne. What you’ve failed to understand was that I meant they’re going to be concentrating on their matches that night. They’re going to be tired from winning their matches, and they’re going to be watching as I turn that ring into a goddamn KILLING FIELD! But no… no Nikki… I’m not going to say I’m going to kill you, but I’m sure going to make you suffer… I’m going to turn you so bloody you’re going to be a walking POPSICLE STICK FOR VAMPIRES LIKE SISTER CATHERINE!”
Cocheese now stands up immediately, putting his hands down flat on the desk.
“So you can say you want to show all these people that life is beautiful but trust me… when I get my hands on you I’m going to show them that death is ugly. Again… I’m not going to kill you… but you’ll be begging for it. You’ll be hoping for that ugly truth. The truth that we’re all going to have to come to grips with one of these days. You’ve been insulting me for weeks, and then wonder why you got attacked and try to play the victim to these people like I attacked you because I wanted to. Guys like you… they don’t survive where I’m from… and I’m going to prove that, Nikki. Do you understand me? HUH?! YOU GOT IT?! YOU WANNA CALL ME A PSYCHOPATH?! YOU’RE RIGHT! THAT GIRL IS RIGHT! I HAVE NO MERCY! I KIDNAPPED IZZY AND GOT AWAY WITH IT! BECAUSE I -KNEW- TOMMY ANGEL! MONTANA! WHATEVER! WASN’T GONNA PICK ME! BUT EVEN -HE- HAS MORE HEART THAN YOU, NIKKI! You wanna call me a FELON?! Good. Because I’m going to act like one. I’m going to treat that ring like it’s a jail cell and treat you like my PRAG! You got me?! YOU GOT ME, YOU JEALOUS TURD?! Yeah, that’s right. You treat the titles like a plague, but that’s only after you try to go for them and lose them! Hardcore, Pure15! You’re already saying you don’t want or need mine but if that’s true, WHY ARE YOU HERE?! YOU WANT THE PRIZE! WE ALL DO! MAN UP AND ADMIT IT!”
He dips his head back now and starts to laugh.
“Oooh Nikki… I’m gonna show you that in this case, good things DON’T come to those who wait, because you’ve been waiting for Saturday and by the time that bell rings, you won’t be waiting, you’ll be wishing it was already over… Because you’re just writing checks with your mouth that you won’t be able to cash! NICHOLAS! NICKLE-LESS VENOM! I SHOULD MAKE THAT INTO A T-SHIRT HUH?! BUT NO! NO… You know why, Nikki? Because this is me, Nikki… No raps. No jokes. No games. No dissecting promos with dictionaries and quotes and banter about who said what in the past. NO! You wanna talk about the past?! You wanna talk about how you’re gonna show everyone the Nikki Venom from 2014?! FINE! BRING the Nikki Venom from 2014! I WELCOME HIM!”
He silences himself for a moment, eyes narrowing almost into points as he shoots the camera a gaze that could turn it to stone.
“I’m gonna bring the Cocheese from 2012, and he hasn’t changed. This is the Cocheese that debuted in the big time in a BARBED WIRE MATCH! This is the Cocheese that won a TRIPLE CAGES OF HELL MATCH IN HIS HOMETOWN! ASK CHRIS WILLIAMS ABOUT -THAT!- I’m gonna show you the Cocheese that takes people OUT! I’m gonna show you the Cocheese that went UNDEFEATED IN RWD! UNDEFEATED IN SEASON ONE! THE COCHEESE THAT EVERYONE WAS DEMANDING BE PUT AGAINST BRYCE FOR THE TITLE! LIKE ALI VS FRAZIER THEY CALLED IT! LIKE MAYWEATHER VS PACQUIAO BUT THAT EVENTUALLY HAPPENED! I. Am bringing you. ME!”
He jabs his right forefinger into his chest repeatedly.
“ME! Not the Frankie Cocheese that makes jokes about jelly beans and TACO BELL!”
He starts to pant. His veins are bulging and his fists are clenching. His fists onto the desk. His voice has a beastly growl to it.
“Nikki Venom... I’m going to show you the Cocheese that people say, oh hey, don’t go down that block at this time of night. Guys like Cocheese live down there. You don’t wanna go down to his hood. Now, Nikki… Missouri is my hood… I’m going to make you wish you never set foot in Missouri… Make you wish you never got into Wrestling… MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU HEAR ME NIKKI?! HUH?!”
His eyeballs look like they’re about to pop out of his head, wide and reddened from how livid he is. However, almost in an instant, he begins to cool down, relax, and breathe. He sits down and straightens his suit, leaning forward to grab the cigar, Zippo, and a $100 bill.
“I’m gonna show you why I’m The Don. I’m going to show you why I rose to power. HOW I rose to power. Not just through kidnapping and manipulation, but dominance. Sheer, and utter, dominance… You think I’m going to need my boys? You think I’m some baby who has to cry and pull strings to get what he wants? You keep thinking that, and I’ll keep proving you wrong at every turn. So, Nikki, if any of my words haven’t gotten through your head this week, let these at least get through that thick skull before I break it this Saturday… and that’s… shut your mouth. Keep quiet. You want to talk about my boys being in my videos for no reason? Don’t even make your own. Train. Train, because you’re gonna need it. I’m done with you now. I’ve got no more to say. And if you’re smart, neither will you, because… Just like this $100 I’m about to light, Nikki, I’m going to prove this Saturday that anything else you’ve got to say until then… is just a waste!”
He props his feet up as he did in the last video, lighting the $100 bill and using it to light the cigar, then fanning the $100 before crumpling it up and tossing it behind him.
“See you when I see you… Nikki…”
He enjoys the cigar as the video fades out.
