Post by Will Washington on Nov 20, 2009 22:28:38 GMT -6
“Wow, you watch ESPN and can use the internet. Congratulations.”
As another dark screen fades to light, we open with a wide shot of our hero Will Washington sitting under an old oak tree. The wind rustles the branches and it’s seasonably cold. A pile of leaves, in shades or red, brown, and orange surround Washington. He sits with his elbow on his knee and his palm on his chin. As he thinks, his mouth doesn’t open and a thought provoking song by XTC begins.
The scene fades into another as Will paces back and forth on the front porch of an old cabin. Lifting up his jacket sleeve, he routinely checks his watch until a blue sedan drives up. Cari Cross gets out in a yellow sundress and walks up the steps. Will walks over to meet her and as she reaches the porch and flashes a tiny grin at him. He returns with a grin of his own and brushes the hair out of her face.
“When you stepped out into that Autumn sun, I could have sworn you were an angel, Carilynn.”
“Aw. That’s very sweet of you.”
Will cranes his neck and looks at the sedan.
“Why didn’t you bring the kids? Little Lucas and Elizabeth.”
Cari shakes her head with a distracted look.
“Landon and Isabella.”
“See there. I never get to see them so I don’t even know their names.”
Cari once again flashes a nervous smile and nods. Will notices this and places his hand on her shoulder and looks puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
Cari shakes her head and sits down on the varnished porch swing. She pats the seat next to her signaling for Washington to sit down. He does so and they face each other.
“So what’s on your mind? Why did you ask me to meet you out here? I‘ve really gotta get back to the kids. The sitter has to get home by six.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and it’s time for me to make some serious changes. You know in my head that I constantly think about the things that I experienced over in Iraq. It worries me so much, but I think I’ve found the solution…..The thoughts really intensify when I’m angry….or wrestling. When I’m not riled up, I feel more in control of those thoughts and emotions. So I’ve come to the conclusion that I think it’s time for me to hang up the trunks. It‘s time for me to be a man, and not a monster.”
The scene fades back out and as it does the song starts to play again.
As the song plays We see Will walking into Doctor Scott’s clinic, he flips open the door as Doctor Scott turns around. Will gets in the Doctor’s face and says to him….
“Fix me!”
Washington sits, strapped into a chair with a device on his head monitoring his thoughts. A television in front of his face shows various clips of destruction and torture. One moment it shows a young Muslim family, and the next it shows the aftermath in their home from the U.S. Invasion. Will tries to turn away, and when he does he receives a volt of electricity. As the video rolls on, Doctor Scott tells Will psychological information.
“This disarray and destruction was caused by the United States Military Will. A coalition you were a part of. You see what happened Will? All of these people were murdered. All of these lives, destroyed. You know who did this? Do you?”
“I did this.”
Will gets another shock and Doctor Scott steps in front of him.
“No. Don’t you see? You didn’t do any of this. You had no part in any of that damage. It all happened after you got discharged. What you don’t realize is that this would have happened whether or joined the army or not. Whether you were in Baghdad, or in the warm confines of Cambridge, this war would have been fought anyway. It was there before you, and it’s there now. What you did was only a miniscule fraction of what has taken place. There is no need for you to constantly beat yourself up about the war. You need to focus on what’s going on in life now. You’ve got a job, a girl, and a plethora of opportunities. Think about Cari….”
We fade into Will Washington speeding down the interstate in his Escalade, with anger in his eyes. We fade from this scene directly back to Will and Cari.
“You’re thinking about quitting? I thought you loved wrestling. What about your dreams? What about being World Champion? What about making a difference?”
He puts a hand under here chin and looks deeply into her eyes.
“None of that matters now. All I care about is you and those children. Once I take Xavier out of the picture once and for all, we’ll be able to become a family. Get our own little dream house with a pool, some dogs, and a big guarded gate so no one can get in to hurt you. We’ll never have to worry about Xavier, Iraq, or wrestling ever again. We‘ll be happy, we‘ll finally be together and happy. And one day, when the time is right, we‘ll get married, and those two little ones, they‘ll be mine too. I‘ll be a good father to them.”
Cari stands up and turns her back to Will.
“William…..I don’t want any of that.”
He stands up.
“What do you mean? What about our future?”
“I don’t want that Will. I’ve got a confession to make. I never wanted to be with you. The only reason I did all of this was to get Xavier back. Those kids and I…. we’re not a family without him. He is my soul mate.”
Will puts his hand on her and turns her around.
“What the h*** are you talking about? Using me? How was fooling around with me supposed to get him back?”
“Like you said, he is never at home. He’s always on the road, wrestling from city to city, probably hooking up with s**** in every town. He didn’t seem to care about this family anymore. Sure he’d call every now and then, but was he there when we needed him? So when you showed up in nCw, I had to do something. I figured out that the only way for him to take stock in what’s important is by seeing that he could lose us. As he became increasingly arrogant, I finally made it obvious to him what was going on, because for some reason he couldn’t figure it out himself. Now it’s time for he and I to sit down and work all of this out. I knew you would get hurt by this, but I didn’t care. I figured you were already unstable enough as to where it wouldn’t matter. I care about you, but you’re insane, and it would never work between us. Xavier is my husband, and I‘m willing to do anything to get him back.”
Will picks up a bench and throws it through the yard. He holds his head in anger as a scared Cari holds her arms in close to her body.
“You stupid b****! Why would you think that was ok? Hurting me just to get Xavier to stop being a neglectful parent. You don’t see how messed up that is?!?”
“It had to be done. I love him.”
Will leaps off of the porch and storms to his SUV.
“Then you’re not going to like what’s going to happen to him at Mind Games!”
She runs after him as he gets in and starts the car.
“Don’t hurt him!”
He rolls down the window.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to do much worse than that.”
Will drives off as Cari stands there staring off into the distant we fade….
We go back to Will sitting under the tree quickly before going to him driving once again, and then we are back in the Doctor’s office.
Washington sits with his head in his hands as Doctor Steven Scott looks over some test results.
“How could this happen to me? The first person I’ve cared about in years was just using me, and now I have to beat her husband this weekend. She said we could never be together because of my flashbacks, well f*** her. I’m going to be cured. I’m going to be a new man, a man who has a clear conscience and can focus on the tasks placed in front of me, instead of the roadblocks from my past.”
Scott lays the results down and has a dreaded look.
“Well Will, I have some bad news. You’ve shown no improvement after today’s exercises, and I doubt you will ever improve. You’ve got this one glitch in your brain that won’t allow you to forget. You hold grudges in your mind, and there’s no fixing it.”
Will glances up from his hands.
“So I’m always going to feel this hurt? I’m never going to be just a normal person. WHY? What the h*** am I supposed to do now?!?”
“My only suggestion to you Will, would be to embrace the past. You fight for a living, and you need fury, you need aggression, and you need rage. I know you feel constant pain, and it’s not healthy, but there’s no fixing you. However, if you truly want to live out your wishes of being the World’s Champion, and leading a anarchist rebellion in America, then your illness can actually be a benefit to you. Do you think the people want another pushover trying to inspire them, or a living, breathing hero?”
“I’m no hero.”
“Yes you are Will. You fought for your freedoms, my freedoms, and their freedoms. But for you, the war still isn’t over. Every single day someone in America is discriminated against or forgotten when they need to be protected. Today more than in any other time, they need a voice. With your experiences and gravitas, you can be that guiding light. Without that intensity that lives inside of you, it would never work. This Will Washington is the one who will lead the way into a new age of prosperity. And it all starts this Sunday. You beat Xavier Cross and prove that you’re the better man, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re beating Falcon for the nCw World Title. You’ll be an instant sensation, and the fatcats in Washington will have no choice but to take notice. And I’ll be able to say, I knew you back when. One day you‘ll be known not for your time as a soldier, but for your accomplishments in making this a better country. Back to the time before terrorist attacks and governmental corruption.”
“What is the point of it all anymore? Sure I could help pursue the dream of making a difference, but when I’d rather be dead, why would I care? All I’ve got left are the Kingmans and you doc. Those fans, sure they cheer for me when I step through the curtain, but at the end of the day, they’re not there for me. There’s a void in my soul.”
“You’ve got a family Will.”
“I haven’t talked to them in two years. Not since I started wrestling.”
Doctor Scott stands and opens the office door.
“Then I guess you’ve got something to take care of. That might be just what you need. I‘ll be watching this Sunday.”
On the hanging climax of the doctor’s words we go to Will finally standing up from under the tree. Then we see him pulling into the driveway of his parent’s mansion. He slowly gets out of the SUV and walks up to the door and knocks.
His mother opens the door and we cut to Will Washington who is down on one knee in an empty battlefield. As the camera moves in closer, Will grabs a handful of dirt and stands up, letting the dirt fall from his hands.
“The lost souls that surround this battlefield can practically be heard screaming as clearly as the sound of leaves rustling and twigs crackling. The nauseating scent of death invades your nasal cavities with the force of a Mack Truck. It’s almost enough to make you wish you were anywhere else in the world. Imagine that feeling Xavier. Picture yourself waking up tomorrow knowing that you probably won’t live through the day. That dream is a reality for thousands of soldiers today. No matter what war you want to think of: Iraq, Vietnam, Korea, etc… There comes a point when things take a turn and one force gains a decided advantage and prevails. Until now it’s been noted that we match up against each other well. I know you like a teenage girl knows all the words in Twilight. Your every move, tick, and action will be anticipated by me. As I’m sure mine will by you. But now is the time for us to prove who the better man is. The time for talking is over, and the blood letting is about to commence. Cari‘s actions? They were the Pearl Harbor. A bomb dropped on the un-expecting soldier(s). There were some counterattacks, and now it‘s time for the big turn around.”
“It’s our D-Day, Cross. It’s time for someone to prove themselves. While I may be the fastest rising star in nCw, people consider us on the same level. You hang your hat on your athletic prowess and wrestling ability. Does that match up with the fury that can only be felt by a man with a past as devastating as mine? Your ability to hit a dropkick versus my pure contempt for you and everything you stand for. While you’re so worried about proving that you’re a talented in-ring competitor, I know I am. I’m more focused on being the man I should be. We’ve both been hurt by your wife, so in theory we could sympathize with one another, but this undeniable pain she caused will ultimately be the end of you. I’ve seen it all, and I’ve slowly been learning to deal with my emotions over the past week. There’s no stopping them, but there is a control. I have a plan of attack, a strategy for defeating you. For the time being I’m letting this Cari drama roll off my back, and putting it on the back burner. You on the other hand are using that betrayal to fuel your desire. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never met you, or your s*** of a wife before. I’m going into this with the mindset that it’s man versus man. You’re going to be eaten up by the thoughts of your wife performing unspeakable actions. I will have the emotional and psychological advantages, as well as the physical and tactical edge. You see… in trying to get you back, your lady put you in harm’s way. If this had never happened we probably would have never become dire enemies….The world would be a different place. Unfortunately for you, it happened and now you’re paying for her sins. When you attacked me and cost me my first title shot, I vowed revenge. Over time, the idea of revenge became an afterthought as things started getting better for me. I was teaming with icons, legends, and holy rollers. The revenge died out and the goal became clear. I don’t hate you Xavier, there’s no point in it. I know you hate me for all the things I took from you, but if you look around you’ll see that it wasn’t my fault. The one you should hate is you. But with your ego, that will never happen. You need this feeling of hate towards you to get you up in the moment, so you have a reason not to be afraid of me. This hatred makes you believe that you’ve got a chance. You’re mistaking hatred and fear for desire. It’s making you think you want to face me, but deep down, you don’t. I don’t care how many lists you make claiming to be the best athlete in the world, it proves nothing to me. By the way, if it’s supposed to be a list of eleven guys you are better than….how can you be number one? How are you better than yourself? A Freudian Slip maybe? A lack of intelligence? Definitely….. Anyway, your athleticism can’t save you, your prowess won’t protect you. And despite your claims of ‘I can wrestling on the ground’ you will be out wrestled. Learn English by the way…. All the feelings welling up inside of you are only natural. You’re p***** about being cheated on, and it’s understandable. But this Sunday as your life flashes in front of you as you fade to a state of unconsciousness, think about who is at fault. I will be only a fraction of the cause. I will be the executioner who drops the blade across your neck. Cari is the one who sentenced you to death. After this Sunday, things will be over for us. No more feuding, no more ill-will. I‘ll sky rocket to the top, and you‘ll tell yourself you had a chance. You‘ll swear that you had a chance. And in thirty or forty years, you‘ll be able to sit in the Shady Oaks Retirement Home and tell people that you were almost the number one contender, and you almost beat Will Washington. You‘ll eat your Jell-O, fall asleep, p*** yourself, and wake up the next day and do the same thing again. You‘ll feel like you were a part of something. You could have beaten Will Washington. You stood toe to toe with God, and you almost gave him a challenge.”
“Why do we lie to ourselves?”
We zoom back off of Will as we get a faded image of Will being welcomed into his former home, and we end with a shot of the door closing. As the scene goes to darkness Will’s voice is heard.
“No more lies.”
As another dark screen fades to light, we open with a wide shot of our hero Will Washington sitting under an old oak tree. The wind rustles the branches and it’s seasonably cold. A pile of leaves, in shades or red, brown, and orange surround Washington. He sits with his elbow on his knee and his palm on his chin. As he thinks, his mouth doesn’t open and a thought provoking song by XTC begins.
Dear God,
I Hope you got the letter and
I pray that you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer.
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet
'Cause they don't get enough to eat
From God.
I Can't believe in you.
I Hope you got the letter and
I pray that you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer.
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet
'Cause they don't get enough to eat
From God.
I Can't believe in you.
The scene fades into another as Will paces back and forth on the front porch of an old cabin. Lifting up his jacket sleeve, he routinely checks his watch until a blue sedan drives up. Cari Cross gets out in a yellow sundress and walks up the steps. Will walks over to meet her and as she reaches the porch and flashes a tiny grin at him. He returns with a grin of his own and brushes the hair out of her face.
“When you stepped out into that Autumn sun, I could have sworn you were an angel, Carilynn.”
“Aw. That’s very sweet of you.”
Will cranes his neck and looks at the sedan.
“Why didn’t you bring the kids? Little Lucas and Elizabeth.”
Cari shakes her head with a distracted look.
“Landon and Isabella.”
“See there. I never get to see them so I don’t even know their names.”
Cari once again flashes a nervous smile and nods. Will notices this and places his hand on her shoulder and looks puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
Cari shakes her head and sits down on the varnished porch swing. She pats the seat next to her signaling for Washington to sit down. He does so and they face each other.
“So what’s on your mind? Why did you ask me to meet you out here? I‘ve really gotta get back to the kids. The sitter has to get home by six.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and it’s time for me to make some serious changes. You know in my head that I constantly think about the things that I experienced over in Iraq. It worries me so much, but I think I’ve found the solution…..The thoughts really intensify when I’m angry….or wrestling. When I’m not riled up, I feel more in control of those thoughts and emotions. So I’ve come to the conclusion that I think it’s time for me to hang up the trunks. It‘s time for me to be a man, and not a monster.”
The scene fades back out and as it does the song starts to play again.
Dear God,
Sorry to disturb you but,
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amounts of tears.
Sorry to disturb you but,
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amounts of tears.
As the song plays We see Will walking into Doctor Scott’s clinic, he flips open the door as Doctor Scott turns around. Will gets in the Doctor’s face and says to him….
“Fix me!”
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet
About God.
Can't believe in you.
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet
About God.
Can't believe in you.
Washington sits, strapped into a chair with a device on his head monitoring his thoughts. A television in front of his face shows various clips of destruction and torture. One moment it shows a young Muslim family, and the next it shows the aftermath in their home from the U.S. Invasion. Will tries to turn away, and when he does he receives a volt of electricity. As the video rolls on, Doctor Scott tells Will psychological information.
“This disarray and destruction was caused by the United States Military Will. A coalition you were a part of. You see what happened Will? All of these people were murdered. All of these lives, destroyed. You know who did this? Do you?”
“I did this.”
Will gets another shock and Doctor Scott steps in front of him.
“No. Don’t you see? You didn’t do any of this. You had no part in any of that damage. It all happened after you got discharged. What you don’t realize is that this would have happened whether or joined the army or not. Whether you were in Baghdad, or in the warm confines of Cambridge, this war would have been fought anyway. It was there before you, and it’s there now. What you did was only a miniscule fraction of what has taken place. There is no need for you to constantly beat yourself up about the war. You need to focus on what’s going on in life now. You’ve got a job, a girl, and a plethora of opportunities. Think about Cari….”
Did you make disease
And the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind
After we made you?
And the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind
After we made you?
We fade into Will Washington speeding down the interstate in his Escalade, with anger in his eyes. We fade from this scene directly back to Will and Cari.
And the Devil too...
“You’re thinking about quitting? I thought you loved wrestling. What about your dreams? What about being World Champion? What about making a difference?”
He puts a hand under here chin and looks deeply into her eyes.
“None of that matters now. All I care about is you and those children. Once I take Xavier out of the picture once and for all, we’ll be able to become a family. Get our own little dream house with a pool, some dogs, and a big guarded gate so no one can get in to hurt you. We’ll never have to worry about Xavier, Iraq, or wrestling ever again. We‘ll be happy, we‘ll finally be together and happy. And one day, when the time is right, we‘ll get married, and those two little ones, they‘ll be mine too. I‘ll be a good father to them.”
Cari stands up and turns her back to Will.
“William…..I don’t want any of that.”
He stands up.
“What do you mean? What about our future?”
“I don’t want that Will. I’ve got a confession to make. I never wanted to be with you. The only reason I did all of this was to get Xavier back. Those kids and I…. we’re not a family without him. He is my soul mate.”
Will puts his hand on her and turns her around.
“What the h*** are you talking about? Using me? How was fooling around with me supposed to get him back?”
“Like you said, he is never at home. He’s always on the road, wrestling from city to city, probably hooking up with s**** in every town. He didn’t seem to care about this family anymore. Sure he’d call every now and then, but was he there when we needed him? So when you showed up in nCw, I had to do something. I figured out that the only way for him to take stock in what’s important is by seeing that he could lose us. As he became increasingly arrogant, I finally made it obvious to him what was going on, because for some reason he couldn’t figure it out himself. Now it’s time for he and I to sit down and work all of this out. I knew you would get hurt by this, but I didn’t care. I figured you were already unstable enough as to where it wouldn’t matter. I care about you, but you’re insane, and it would never work between us. Xavier is my husband, and I‘m willing to do anything to get him back.”
Will picks up a bench and throws it through the yard. He holds his head in anger as a scared Cari holds her arms in close to her body.
“You stupid b****! Why would you think that was ok? Hurting me just to get Xavier to stop being a neglectful parent. You don’t see how messed up that is?!?”
“It had to be done. I love him.”
Will leaps off of the porch and storms to his SUV.
“Then you’re not going to like what’s going to happen to him at Mind Games!”
She runs after him as he gets in and starts the car.
“Don’t hurt him!”
He rolls down the window.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to do much worse than that.”
Will drives off as Cari stands there staring off into the distant we fade….
Dear God,
Don't know if you've noticed but
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this Book.
Us crazy humans wrote it; you should take a look.
And all the people that you made in your image
Don't know if you've noticed but
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this Book.
Us crazy humans wrote it; you should take a look.
And all the people that you made in your image
We go back to Will sitting under the tree quickly before going to him driving once again, and then we are back in the Doctor’s office.
Still believin' that junk is true.
Well, I know it ain't and so do you,
Dear God.
Well, I know it ain't and so do you,
Dear God.
Washington sits with his head in his hands as Doctor Steven Scott looks over some test results.
“How could this happen to me? The first person I’ve cared about in years was just using me, and now I have to beat her husband this weekend. She said we could never be together because of my flashbacks, well f*** her. I’m going to be cured. I’m going to be a new man, a man who has a clear conscience and can focus on the tasks placed in front of me, instead of the roadblocks from my past.”
Scott lays the results down and has a dreaded look.
“Well Will, I have some bad news. You’ve shown no improvement after today’s exercises, and I doubt you will ever improve. You’ve got this one glitch in your brain that won’t allow you to forget. You hold grudges in your mind, and there’s no fixing it.”
Will glances up from his hands.
“So I’m always going to feel this hurt? I’m never going to be just a normal person. WHY? What the h*** am I supposed to do now?!?”
“My only suggestion to you Will, would be to embrace the past. You fight for a living, and you need fury, you need aggression, and you need rage. I know you feel constant pain, and it’s not healthy, but there’s no fixing you. However, if you truly want to live out your wishes of being the World’s Champion, and leading a anarchist rebellion in America, then your illness can actually be a benefit to you. Do you think the people want another pushover trying to inspire them, or a living, breathing hero?”
“I’m no hero.”
“Yes you are Will. You fought for your freedoms, my freedoms, and their freedoms. But for you, the war still isn’t over. Every single day someone in America is discriminated against or forgotten when they need to be protected. Today more than in any other time, they need a voice. With your experiences and gravitas, you can be that guiding light. Without that intensity that lives inside of you, it would never work. This Will Washington is the one who will lead the way into a new age of prosperity. And it all starts this Sunday. You beat Xavier Cross and prove that you’re the better man, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re beating Falcon for the nCw World Title. You’ll be an instant sensation, and the fatcats in Washington will have no choice but to take notice. And I’ll be able to say, I knew you back when. One day you‘ll be known not for your time as a soldier, but for your accomplishments in making this a better country. Back to the time before terrorist attacks and governmental corruption.”
“What is the point of it all anymore? Sure I could help pursue the dream of making a difference, but when I’d rather be dead, why would I care? All I’ve got left are the Kingmans and you doc. Those fans, sure they cheer for me when I step through the curtain, but at the end of the day, they’re not there for me. There’s a void in my soul.”
“You’ve got a family Will.”
“I haven’t talked to them in two years. Not since I started wrestling.”
Doctor Scott stands and opens the office door.
“Then I guess you’ve got something to take care of. That might be just what you need. I‘ll be watching this Sunday.”
On the hanging climax of the doctor’s words we go to Will finally standing up from under the tree. Then we see him pulling into the driveway of his parent’s mansion. He slowly gets out of the SUV and walks up to the door and knocks.
I can't believe in...
I don't believe in...
[/i][/center] I don't believe in...
His mother opens the door and we cut to Will Washington who is down on one knee in an empty battlefield. As the camera moves in closer, Will grabs a handful of dirt and stands up, letting the dirt fall from his hands.
“The lost souls that surround this battlefield can practically be heard screaming as clearly as the sound of leaves rustling and twigs crackling. The nauseating scent of death invades your nasal cavities with the force of a Mack Truck. It’s almost enough to make you wish you were anywhere else in the world. Imagine that feeling Xavier. Picture yourself waking up tomorrow knowing that you probably won’t live through the day. That dream is a reality for thousands of soldiers today. No matter what war you want to think of: Iraq, Vietnam, Korea, etc… There comes a point when things take a turn and one force gains a decided advantage and prevails. Until now it’s been noted that we match up against each other well. I know you like a teenage girl knows all the words in Twilight. Your every move, tick, and action will be anticipated by me. As I’m sure mine will by you. But now is the time for us to prove who the better man is. The time for talking is over, and the blood letting is about to commence. Cari‘s actions? They were the Pearl Harbor. A bomb dropped on the un-expecting soldier(s). There were some counterattacks, and now it‘s time for the big turn around.”
I won't believe in Heaven and Hell,
No saints, no sinners, no Devil as well,
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You're always lettin' us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown,
Those lost at sea and never found.
And it's the same the whole world 'round,
The hurt I see helps to compound
[/i][/center] No saints, no sinners, no Devil as well,
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You're always lettin' us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown,
Those lost at sea and never found.
And it's the same the whole world 'round,
The hurt I see helps to compound
“It’s our D-Day, Cross. It’s time for someone to prove themselves. While I may be the fastest rising star in nCw, people consider us on the same level. You hang your hat on your athletic prowess and wrestling ability. Does that match up with the fury that can only be felt by a man with a past as devastating as mine? Your ability to hit a dropkick versus my pure contempt for you and everything you stand for. While you’re so worried about proving that you’re a talented in-ring competitor, I know I am. I’m more focused on being the man I should be. We’ve both been hurt by your wife, so in theory we could sympathize with one another, but this undeniable pain she caused will ultimately be the end of you. I’ve seen it all, and I’ve slowly been learning to deal with my emotions over the past week. There’s no stopping them, but there is a control. I have a plan of attack, a strategy for defeating you. For the time being I’m letting this Cari drama roll off my back, and putting it on the back burner. You on the other hand are using that betrayal to fuel your desire. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never met you, or your s*** of a wife before. I’m going into this with the mindset that it’s man versus man. You’re going to be eaten up by the thoughts of your wife performing unspeakable actions. I will have the emotional and psychological advantages, as well as the physical and tactical edge. You see… in trying to get you back, your lady put you in harm’s way. If this had never happened we probably would have never become dire enemies….The world would be a different place. Unfortunately for you, it happened and now you’re paying for her sins. When you attacked me and cost me my first title shot, I vowed revenge. Over time, the idea of revenge became an afterthought as things started getting better for me. I was teaming with icons, legends, and holy rollers. The revenge died out and the goal became clear. I don’t hate you Xavier, there’s no point in it. I know you hate me for all the things I took from you, but if you look around you’ll see that it wasn’t my fault. The one you should hate is you. But with your ego, that will never happen. You need this feeling of hate towards you to get you up in the moment, so you have a reason not to be afraid of me. This hatred makes you believe that you’ve got a chance. You’re mistaking hatred and fear for desire. It’s making you think you want to face me, but deep down, you don’t. I don’t care how many lists you make claiming to be the best athlete in the world, it proves nothing to me. By the way, if it’s supposed to be a list of eleven guys you are better than….how can you be number one? How are you better than yourself? A Freudian Slip maybe? A lack of intelligence? Definitely….. Anyway, your athleticism can’t save you, your prowess won’t protect you. And despite your claims of ‘I can wrestling on the ground’ you will be out wrestled. Learn English by the way…. All the feelings welling up inside of you are only natural. You’re p***** about being cheated on, and it’s understandable. But this Sunday as your life flashes in front of you as you fade to a state of unconsciousness, think about who is at fault. I will be only a fraction of the cause. I will be the executioner who drops the blade across your neck. Cari is the one who sentenced you to death. After this Sunday, things will be over for us. No more feuding, no more ill-will. I‘ll sky rocket to the top, and you‘ll tell yourself you had a chance. You‘ll swear that you had a chance. And in thirty or forty years, you‘ll be able to sit in the Shady Oaks Retirement Home and tell people that you were almost the number one contender, and you almost beat Will Washington. You‘ll eat your Jell-O, fall asleep, p*** yourself, and wake up the next day and do the same thing again. You‘ll feel like you were a part of something. You could have beaten Will Washington. You stood toe to toe with God, and you almost gave him a challenge.”
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Is just somebody's unholy hoax.
And if you're up there, you perceive
That my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in...
Is just somebody's unholy hoax.
And if you're up there, you perceive
That my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in...
“Why do we lie to ourselves?”
We zoom back off of Will as we get a faded image of Will being welcomed into his former home, and we end with a shot of the door closing. As the scene goes to darkness Will’s voice is heard.
“No more lies.”
It's you,
Dear God.
Dear God.
