| Subject: Big Man, Big Gun |
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Kaine Salvo
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Date Posted: 19:17:17 03/07/02 Thu
( The video begins outside in a desolate forest. Snow is still on the ground, but is melting in a the warm temperature. The wet snow falls from the trees. Several birds are heard in the background. A crack is heard from out of nowhere and the sound of the birds flying off is heard. The camera moves towards the noise. It comes to a clearing, over viewing an abandoned farm. There a man stands routinely firing off a gun. The man is firing at the barn, blowing pieces off the rotting structure bit by bit. The man is wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, black pants, and a blood red tie. The man’s gold rimmed sunglasses cover his eyes. His tie flows with the slow breeze as he finishes the round from his .57 Magnum. The man reloads the gun very slowly, taking a slow deep breathe of the fresh mountain air. He finishes reloading, and aims the gun at one of the rotting doors of the old barn. The man hears a noise and turns around, pointing the gun at a woman standing behind him. She is wearing a grey trenchcoat with black sunglasses. Her long straight black hair gently sways in the breeze. A small smile appears on her face.)
Vice: So... are you going to put that down so I can get close to you?
( Kaine smiles and places it in the holster. Vice walks over, and they embrace. They kiss each other slowly. Vice pulls back softly.)
Vice: Hi hun‘.
Kaine: Were you behind my back the whole time?
Vice: Of course. Knowing you with a gun... I never know what you’ll get yourself into.
( Kaine chuckles.)
Kaine: I like explosions. I like to blow things up or away.
Vice: Uhuh... well good thing you weren’t fooling around with C-4.
(Vice grins and walks away from Kaine. Kaine smiles and takes his gun out. He looks at it for a bit closely. Kaine puts the gun away with an eyebrow raised.)
Kaine: I am just a little fumed that is all. The tag match Saturday has been on my mind an I cannot stand my opponents.
Vice: Of course you don’t. They are the enemy. They are the assholes.
Kaine: Assholes yes, but loud obnoxious assholes. The thing is Vice, I cannot get any fucking respect. No matter where I go, I am not taken seriously. I am always mentioned as that guy who is friends with TITAN. When they do this, I have to go out and grab the idiots by the throats and start squeezing the life out of them until they start addressing me as Kaine Salvo. They expect me to lose to them. They expect me to come to the ring and cordially give the decision to them. Vice... either one of my opponents on Saturday have barely adequate intelligences. One lives in the past, while the other cannot win a match by himself. One holds a very meaningless record, while the other holds a title he shouldn’t be holding anything, including a CWA title belt.
( Vice shrugs her shoulders.)
Vice: Maybe we should head back. I got paged fifteen minutes ago. Someone influential wants to have a stake in the project.
( A small fiendish grin starts to form on Kaine’s face.)
Kaine: Really, well lets see if this person has a valuable proposition to help the cause or not. I’ll call the person as soon as we get home to the mansion.
(The scene fades out. The scene fades back in to show the outside of the Alcard mansion. The camera looks inside to show a smoking room. There Jay Magnum stands fidgeting about. He is wearing baggy grey pants and a baseball jersey, with a vintage souvenir Las Vegas sun-visor from the 70’s on his head. Shaking, Jay puts in a new cigarette into his cigarette holder and chomps down on it. Jay looks into one of the mirrors of the room and decides to stare down at it. Kaine walks in as Jay begins the second round.)
Kaine: What the fucking hell are you doing?
( Jay yelps and jumps around to face Kaine. Jay’s eyes are unusually dilated.)
Jay: Uhm... nothing. Nope... just admiring the mirrors.
Kaine: Riggghht.
( Jay ignores Kaine and walks around the lavish pool table inside the room. Jay takes a nervous puff from the cigarette holder.)
Kaine: Anyways Jay, have you gotten response from the CWA offices yet about turning over the Chris Thames win?
Jay: No, nothing. They seem not to care.
Kaine: Fuck! Thames went after me, and we wasn’t immediately disqualified by that stupid referee who took my place. I cannot fucking believe it.
Jay: Don’t worry. Saturday is revenge night isn’t it?
( Kaine shakes his head. A look of great annoyance appears on his face.)
Kaine: Its not what I want to extract my revenge though. Thames has never let down the fact he beat me once. Even that was a very loose usage of the word beat. He had a partner in a handicap match with a partial official.
( Jay nods his head and sits down at a chair.)
Jay: I remember that.
Kaine: Yeah, and I can never seem to make the little prick shut up for once. He can’t even do his math. You remember when he was talking about remembering about listening to President Kennedy as kid around television with his family? I was born twelve years after his assassination. Effectively that makes him older than me, yet he calls me... ME... the old man. Listen Jay, Thames’ problem is that his head is full of bull-shit. Pure grade, one hundred percent bull-shit. He whines when he gets beaten. He cries when he bleeds. Forget about it if you dare to break his leg. The biggest baby since Paul fucking Bunion, except Thames has never fully grew into his potential. Oh no, he stopped mid way through, believing that he has done enough.
Jay: What about his girlfriend?
Kaine: What the boozehound?
(The two laugh. Kaine nods in agreement.)
Kaine: Only Thames would get into a relationship with a dog like Jenny. A total bitch unworthy to live the dogs.
( Jay smiles... but it fades away. He chomps on the cigarette holder and looks at Kaine with a serious face.)
Jay: What about this Havoc dude? Do you think this guy is for real?
Kaine: Real?
Jay: Yeah.
Kaine: I guess it all depends on what you interpret what reality is. I don’t know much about Havoc’s mind, but I know his work inside the ring. It is nothing to sneeze at, but at the same time it lacks that extra power. That extra force to drive it all the way. Havoc here pretends to have that. But I can see past that phony charade he puts on so he can impress his little fan base. It is pathetic.
Jay: What's he faking?
Kaine: Fury. He thinks he has fury. He believes he has mastered the art of madness. Well Jay... he hasn’t been in the ring long enough to realize the only way to master the madness and the anger is to go directly into it. I see may wrestlers like him try to go in... full with foolish pride. They come back as skeletons. Vegetables, because they are not what they thought they were. Havoc is simply the next generation. Full with a meaningless record. He has beaten people from XCW. So what, I did also. He prides himself on this fact. Truth is though... XCW is dead. XCW is no more. Its gone, and I will no longer ponder about it. The only reason Havoc likes this record and holds it so dearly because deep down inside he wants to be a part of XCW. Since its dead, he is acting like he hated it. Dumb move.
Jay: Have you talked with Suicide.
Kaine: No... I don’t need too. I am convinced we can this contest very easily, because our opponents have their heads up their asses. That is not guess, or a guarantee, its the fucking truth. Why? Because I am the Furious One. I am the Eliminator. I am the Higher Power! I am Kaine... Fucking... Salvo!
( The camera pans towards Kaine’s face. The screen starts to end as the camera focuses on Kaine’s determined eyes. The screen fades to black. The video ends.)
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