Post by Will Washington on Jan 12, 2013 23:40:00 GMT -6
January 6th, 2013. Mind Games.
{Our scene opens up in the men's lockerroom, where Will Washington sits in a metal folding chair with his head down. He rips the tape from his wrist and drops it to the floor. He hears snickering from across the room, and he slowly looks up, gritting his teeth. There he spies Bad Luck Chuck looking down at a cell phone, typing away with his thumbs. He giggles loudly after receiving a reply, causing a response from Will.}
Washington: "What's so funny?"
{Chuck looks up from his phone and stiffles a smile.}
Bad Luck Chuck: "I just... haha... Jimmy sent me the funniest text. You want to see?"
{Chuck starts to stand up, but Will motions for him to sit back down with his hand.}
Washington: "No. No I don't want to see your stupid little text."
Bad Luck Chuck: "It's really funny. For a janitor, that Jimmy can really crack me up. I've been telling him to try his luck at stand up comedy, but he sa..."
{Washington cuts him off.}
Washington: "You went out there tonight and got... pretty much destroyed by that new guy, and you're sitting back here, laughing it up with your janitor buddy? What's wrong with you?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "I should be broken up about losing? Do you forget who you're talking to?"
Washington: "Yeah... and I immediately regretted talking to you.... but maybe if you actually took yourself more seriously, you may actually win once in a while."
Bad Luck Chuck: "Well if you'll excuse me, I'd rather take my advice from someone who actually won tonight. LOL!"
{From the corner of the room where he had been previously undetected, Jimmy Turner holds a mop and a big ass cell phone in his hands. He reacts to Chuck's insult.}
Jimmy Turner: "Oh snap! LOL CHUCK! LOL!"
{Washington jumps up from his chair and grabs Bad Luck Chuck by the neck, pushing him against the wall. He holds him off the ground.}
Washington: "What did you say to me? You think you're funny? You know what'd really make me laugh?"
Jimmy Turner: "A hilarious text from NCW's favorite janitor?"
Washington: "No.... Snapping the neck of NCW's biggest loser. That would be a hum-dinger"
{Chuck fights through the choke to speak.}
Bad Luck Chuck: "Please.... don't."
{Washington tightens his grip a little as Jimmy Turner rushes from the room to get help.}
Washington: "Why shouldn't I? Huh? I should just keep letting people like you disrespect me every time I turn around? Do I look like a joke to you?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "No.... sir."
Washington: "I don't? Because I could have sworn just a minute ago you thought it was okay to joke about me. What changed between then and now?"
Bad Luck Chuck (gurgles): "...."
{Washington releases the man and he drops to his feet, immediately gasping for air.}
Washington: "I'm not a joke, Chuck. I'M NOT A JOKE!"
{Chuck continues to fight for air.}
Washington: "Caleb Lockwood is a joke! The Church of Thor is a joke! But Will Washington is not a joke!"
{Washington steps away and walks through the door, still in his wrestling gear. He punches a wall and kicks a table. He talks loudly enough to himself that everyone around can hear.}
Washington: "Anybody else think it's funny that Caleb Lockwood made me lose tonight? Anybody?"
{At this point, Jimmy Turner and a couple of backstage workers go into the room to check on Bad Luck Chuck. Washington looks over as Doc approaches him from the side.}
Doc: "I heard you're back here picking on Chuck? You're a real tough guy, Will."
Washington: "What happened out there with Lockwood... that's on your head. What happened in there with Chuck.... that's on your head too."
Doc: "Really? It seems less like my fault, and more the work of a guy who can't handle losing like a man."
Washington: "The day I'm able to handle a loss is the day I stop being a man. Maybe you're cool with being a loser, but I'm not."
Doc: "Well you certainly looked like one tonight."
{Washington is beyond furious at this point, and has to hold himself back from getting into another physical encounter.}
Washington: "We lost tonight because of your so-called 'advice'.... we lost because you sabotaged that little punk, Lockwood. I should have taken you out the minute I saw you talking to him, but I let you go. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Doc: "You think so?"
Washington: "You got in my business. So now your business is my business."
{He steps in towards Doc.}
Washington: "Don't say I didn't warn you."
{Will starts to walk away, continuing to clinch his fists with each step.}
Doc: "I'm looking forward to it."
{We fade out.}
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"Wow."
"People like to ask me what goes through my mind after a match, and that's always my answer. Whether I'm wowed at how great I was in victory, wowed to be a part of such a great match, or wowed that I didn't even break a sweat. That same answer applies to how I felt after Sunday, but it was a different 'Wow' than usual. It wasn't because I was satisfied, shocked, or impressed."
"It was a 'wow' because I honestly couldn't believe what had just happened."
"I stepped into that ring at Mind Games, and got a loss at the hands of two men who are nothing more than comedic relief. I lost a match, on pay-per-view, to a joke..."
"Is this what I've become?"
"Two men that I could beat in Handicap Match with no help whatsoever, and they got the win. I can't blame Caleb Lockwood's ineptitude, considering I stated that I didn't even need a partner to win... and yet.... he still managed to screw it up. That's on me. I should have never even let him in the ring in the first place. Lockwood showed his true colors, and when the lights were on bright, he faltered under the pressure. The man who had recently made the most of all his big PPV opportunities, went out there and got split in half, embarrassed, and defeated. So why was this time any different from the rest?"
"The junkie got into his head."
"Lockwood let that never-was, never-will-be, Chris Docherty gave him some 'advice', and told him to go out there and go into business for himself. He told the kid that he had to steal the show at all costs, and I'm the one who had to pay for his mistakes. I don't know if Doc was trying to do his version of what he calls 'help', or if he was just trying to sabotage my chances of winning because he has some misguided grudge against me. Either way, he should have kept his nose out of my business, and where it belongs.... in a pile of fresh cut Colombian."
"Save the youth, Doc. Stay away."
"Speaking of people who won't stay away.... Xavier Williams. It looks like it's you and I again this week. It's not the first time and it probably won't be the last time."
"Nothing to lose, nothing to gain."
"You're one of the most inconsistent guys on the roster, Xavier. You could be a first ballot Hall-of-Famer if you wanted, but for some reason, you can never keep any of the momentum you gain. Hell... you're a former World Champion, but to anyone who became a fan since 2008, you're just some random also-ran who show flashes of brilliance. You've attained more success than almost anyone else in the company, yet, no one fears you... and most of them don't even respect you."
"And me? I don't know how to feel."
"You disappear every now and then, but you always come back with a renewed vigor. You fight your way to a respectable position, only to fade back to the bottom of the pack. Why is that? It's obviously not a question of heart. You really don't have anything left to prove, and yet you still keep coming back. Most guys would rest on their laurels and call it a day... but not you. So what's the thing that's keeping you from achieving former glories?"
"Dedication."
"You don't have it. You have a desire to be the best again, but each time you come back, without fail, you falter. Things aren't as easy as you expected them to be, and you call it a day. You tell yourself 'next time', and you go back to the land of mediocrity. When things get tough, 'Black Jesus' tucks tail and runs back to where he's most comfortable. You can't live like that forever. It'll eat you alive."
"That's where I'm a better man than you, Xavier. I've beaten obstacles, tackled roadblocks, and kept moving. No matter how much the powers that be want to hold me back... want to put me in no-win situations.... I REFUSE to take a step backward. I'll fight and fight until I can't fight anymore. Getting beat by those Thor jokers? A very minor setback in the grand scheme of things. Will I let that loss beat me this week?"
"Don't count on it."
"Xavier Williams has nothing to prove... Will Washington has EVERYTHING to prove. For all I've done and all I've said, I've got so much left to do. People like Doc... people with influence... They don't want to see me reach the top. They don't want me to upset the balance of power in NCW... the heirarchy of NCW. Is that going to stop me?"
"Again, don't count on it."
"....Xavier Williams."
".....Church of Thor."
"....The golden boy."
".....Chris Docherty."
"Names. Nothing but names and opportunities to me. Every week another chance to rip someone's head off and break through the proverbial glass ceiling. They gave me a shot once, and I blew it. Now they're determined to make sure I'll never get there again. So they'll throw their biggest, baddest, and best at me. They'll screw me over at every turn."
"....but they won't beat me."
"....YOU won't beat me. Thinking so? That's the real joke.
{Our scene opens up in the men's lockerroom, where Will Washington sits in a metal folding chair with his head down. He rips the tape from his wrist and drops it to the floor. He hears snickering from across the room, and he slowly looks up, gritting his teeth. There he spies Bad Luck Chuck looking down at a cell phone, typing away with his thumbs. He giggles loudly after receiving a reply, causing a response from Will.}
Washington: "What's so funny?"
{Chuck looks up from his phone and stiffles a smile.}
Bad Luck Chuck: "I just... haha... Jimmy sent me the funniest text. You want to see?"
{Chuck starts to stand up, but Will motions for him to sit back down with his hand.}
Washington: "No. No I don't want to see your stupid little text."
Bad Luck Chuck: "It's really funny. For a janitor, that Jimmy can really crack me up. I've been telling him to try his luck at stand up comedy, but he sa..."
{Washington cuts him off.}
Washington: "You went out there tonight and got... pretty much destroyed by that new guy, and you're sitting back here, laughing it up with your janitor buddy? What's wrong with you?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "I should be broken up about losing? Do you forget who you're talking to?"
Washington: "Yeah... and I immediately regretted talking to you.... but maybe if you actually took yourself more seriously, you may actually win once in a while."
Bad Luck Chuck: "Well if you'll excuse me, I'd rather take my advice from someone who actually won tonight. LOL!"
{From the corner of the room where he had been previously undetected, Jimmy Turner holds a mop and a big ass cell phone in his hands. He reacts to Chuck's insult.}
Jimmy Turner: "Oh snap! LOL CHUCK! LOL!"
{Washington jumps up from his chair and grabs Bad Luck Chuck by the neck, pushing him against the wall. He holds him off the ground.}
Washington: "What did you say to me? You think you're funny? You know what'd really make me laugh?"
Jimmy Turner: "A hilarious text from NCW's favorite janitor?"
Washington: "No.... Snapping the neck of NCW's biggest loser. That would be a hum-dinger"
{Chuck fights through the choke to speak.}
Bad Luck Chuck: "Please.... don't."
{Washington tightens his grip a little as Jimmy Turner rushes from the room to get help.}
Washington: "Why shouldn't I? Huh? I should just keep letting people like you disrespect me every time I turn around? Do I look like a joke to you?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "No.... sir."
Washington: "I don't? Because I could have sworn just a minute ago you thought it was okay to joke about me. What changed between then and now?"
Bad Luck Chuck (gurgles): "...."
{Washington releases the man and he drops to his feet, immediately gasping for air.}
Washington: "I'm not a joke, Chuck. I'M NOT A JOKE!"
{Chuck continues to fight for air.}
Washington: "Caleb Lockwood is a joke! The Church of Thor is a joke! But Will Washington is not a joke!"
{Washington steps away and walks through the door, still in his wrestling gear. He punches a wall and kicks a table. He talks loudly enough to himself that everyone around can hear.}
Washington: "Anybody else think it's funny that Caleb Lockwood made me lose tonight? Anybody?"
{At this point, Jimmy Turner and a couple of backstage workers go into the room to check on Bad Luck Chuck. Washington looks over as Doc approaches him from the side.}
Doc: "I heard you're back here picking on Chuck? You're a real tough guy, Will."
Washington: "What happened out there with Lockwood... that's on your head. What happened in there with Chuck.... that's on your head too."
Doc: "Really? It seems less like my fault, and more the work of a guy who can't handle losing like a man."
Washington: "The day I'm able to handle a loss is the day I stop being a man. Maybe you're cool with being a loser, but I'm not."
Doc: "Well you certainly looked like one tonight."
{Washington is beyond furious at this point, and has to hold himself back from getting into another physical encounter.}
Washington: "We lost tonight because of your so-called 'advice'.... we lost because you sabotaged that little punk, Lockwood. I should have taken you out the minute I saw you talking to him, but I let you go. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Doc: "You think so?"
Washington: "You got in my business. So now your business is my business."
{He steps in towards Doc.}
Washington: "Don't say I didn't warn you."
{Will starts to walk away, continuing to clinch his fists with each step.}
Doc: "I'm looking forward to it."
{We fade out.}
__________________________________________________________________________________
"Wow."
"People like to ask me what goes through my mind after a match, and that's always my answer. Whether I'm wowed at how great I was in victory, wowed to be a part of such a great match, or wowed that I didn't even break a sweat. That same answer applies to how I felt after Sunday, but it was a different 'Wow' than usual. It wasn't because I was satisfied, shocked, or impressed."
"It was a 'wow' because I honestly couldn't believe what had just happened."
"I stepped into that ring at Mind Games, and got a loss at the hands of two men who are nothing more than comedic relief. I lost a match, on pay-per-view, to a joke..."
"Is this what I've become?"
"Two men that I could beat in Handicap Match with no help whatsoever, and they got the win. I can't blame Caleb Lockwood's ineptitude, considering I stated that I didn't even need a partner to win... and yet.... he still managed to screw it up. That's on me. I should have never even let him in the ring in the first place. Lockwood showed his true colors, and when the lights were on bright, he faltered under the pressure. The man who had recently made the most of all his big PPV opportunities, went out there and got split in half, embarrassed, and defeated. So why was this time any different from the rest?"
"The junkie got into his head."
"Lockwood let that never-was, never-will-be, Chris Docherty gave him some 'advice', and told him to go out there and go into business for himself. He told the kid that he had to steal the show at all costs, and I'm the one who had to pay for his mistakes. I don't know if Doc was trying to do his version of what he calls 'help', or if he was just trying to sabotage my chances of winning because he has some misguided grudge against me. Either way, he should have kept his nose out of my business, and where it belongs.... in a pile of fresh cut Colombian."
"Save the youth, Doc. Stay away."
"Speaking of people who won't stay away.... Xavier Williams. It looks like it's you and I again this week. It's not the first time and it probably won't be the last time."
"Nothing to lose, nothing to gain."
"You're one of the most inconsistent guys on the roster, Xavier. You could be a first ballot Hall-of-Famer if you wanted, but for some reason, you can never keep any of the momentum you gain. Hell... you're a former World Champion, but to anyone who became a fan since 2008, you're just some random also-ran who show flashes of brilliance. You've attained more success than almost anyone else in the company, yet, no one fears you... and most of them don't even respect you."
"And me? I don't know how to feel."
"You disappear every now and then, but you always come back with a renewed vigor. You fight your way to a respectable position, only to fade back to the bottom of the pack. Why is that? It's obviously not a question of heart. You really don't have anything left to prove, and yet you still keep coming back. Most guys would rest on their laurels and call it a day... but not you. So what's the thing that's keeping you from achieving former glories?"
"Dedication."
"You don't have it. You have a desire to be the best again, but each time you come back, without fail, you falter. Things aren't as easy as you expected them to be, and you call it a day. You tell yourself 'next time', and you go back to the land of mediocrity. When things get tough, 'Black Jesus' tucks tail and runs back to where he's most comfortable. You can't live like that forever. It'll eat you alive."
"That's where I'm a better man than you, Xavier. I've beaten obstacles, tackled roadblocks, and kept moving. No matter how much the powers that be want to hold me back... want to put me in no-win situations.... I REFUSE to take a step backward. I'll fight and fight until I can't fight anymore. Getting beat by those Thor jokers? A very minor setback in the grand scheme of things. Will I let that loss beat me this week?"
"Don't count on it."
"Xavier Williams has nothing to prove... Will Washington has EVERYTHING to prove. For all I've done and all I've said, I've got so much left to do. People like Doc... people with influence... They don't want to see me reach the top. They don't want me to upset the balance of power in NCW... the heirarchy of NCW. Is that going to stop me?"
"Again, don't count on it."
"....Xavier Williams."
".....Church of Thor."
"....The golden boy."
".....Chris Docherty."
"Names. Nothing but names and opportunities to me. Every week another chance to rip someone's head off and break through the proverbial glass ceiling. They gave me a shot once, and I blew it. Now they're determined to make sure I'll never get there again. So they'll throw their biggest, baddest, and best at me. They'll screw me over at every turn."
"....but they won't beat me."
"....YOU won't beat me. Thinking so? That's the real joke.