Post by Will Washington on Jun 3, 2010 20:18:36 GMT -6
As darkness falls upon your screens, Will Washington’s voice is heard in Spanish.
“Soy un perdedor……”
In we fade to our American hero in a place familiar to every young wrestler ever starting out, an old gym wrestling ring. Dressed in his regular wrestling attire, he looks ready for a fight.
“Here I am in the middle of nowhere. A place some might call ‘God’s Country.’ More specifically, I’m in the hometown of my tag team partner…Helena, Montana. Why am I here? Because Kline thinks this is a good idea for me to learn about who he is, and what he’s about. It makes sense, but for some reason he’s nowhere to be seen.”
He has a moment of thought.
“Well, sense there’s a camera crew here, and I have a duty to the fans of nCw, I might as well share my thoughts on the upcoming match. Like a good soldier would.”
He bounces off the ropes and begins to loosen up his joints. He does a few stretches and begins to talk.
“Philip Burns is without a doubt the only guy in nCw I feel like I can trust. You don’t meet a lot of guys who you can consider your friend in this business, but that guy says what he means and means what he says. He’s straight up and honest. Sure he might throw a few jabs your way, but it’s all in good fun. That’s why it was so foreign to me when he betrayed a verbal agreement we had to win those tag team titles. It was a backstabbing move bro, and you know it. You’ve got your excuses for pulling the swerve on me, and for the most part they’re understandable. But was the lust for gold so overpowering that you just had to jump at the first opening you saw? Is that what you’re like with the ladies to? No wonder you roll into the shows with such uggos. You’re a cool guy, but you’re quickly gaining a reputation as the Lindsay Lohan of New Championship Wrestling. You slut yourself out to whoever is looking just to get ahead. You sacrificed your gravitas for those belts, and that’s simply something I would never do. In some ways you’re no better than Xavier Cross, but in most ways, you are.”
“That’s the thing Philbert, you’re good, if not great. When you’re not on hiatus, you’re one of the top guys we’ve got. Despite what anyone else wants to say about the Burning Angels and how Angel carried you, you beat him heads up and vanquished him for a few months. You’re deceivably dangerous. One minute you’re making the fans laugh with Up Late, and the next you’re breaking someone’s face in the ring with the Burn Notice. It’s why I wanted to be your partner. It didn’t work and now you’re saddled with a sense of regret or remorse. So far everything has worked out in Firebird land for you and Falcon, but eventually you know that guy. He’s going to turn on you as soon as he sees a chance to further his career. You can’t trust him. So instead of focusing on your next opponent, you always have to look over your shoulder to make sure your own partner doesn’t stick a knife in you. That’s no way to live, but it’s the path you’ve chosen. Fortunately for you, I will take all the burden off, along with about ten pounds of gold. It’s never been a personal issue Phil, strictly business. Come Sunday, my business is beating you. It’s sad…You could have saved yourself so much trouble. One wrong decision and the trajectory of your career will be drastically altered. I hope it was worth it bro.”
Washington changes his focus and becomes more intense when talking about Falcon. Despite being a successful duo last week, it seems that the birded one has taken it upon himself to try and rub Will the wrong way.
“I saw your promo. You want me to perform a sonnet from one of Shakespeare’s more popular works? Come on Falcon, you’re better than that. Did you just grab the bad guys handbook, circa 1959, to come up with those insults? ‘Will Washington chokes, he’s a choker, he’s never going to win the big one!’ For someone who hates Rob Diamond, you sure do sound an awful lot like him. You also sound like Jimmy Zane, but we won’t get in to that one. Fact is buddy, I’ve heard that all before, and it never seems to make sense to me. I lost to Angel, I lost to Xavier Cross, and I lost to Steve Awesome. All of those were big matches with a lot on the line, that much is certain, and I’ll admit to that. I lost those big matches, but everyone seems to skim over all the matches I won. It’s nice to use facts to prove a point, but when you only use half of them, then what are you really saying? Half the story isn’t worth telling. Remember when I won the Coliseum to get that World Title shot in the first place? Remember when I got to the Road To The Gold Final in my fifth match ever? I beat AJ Phoenix three times I beat Jimmy Zane four times, Joe Everyman, Andrew Jacobsen, Xavier Cross, Dirty Deal….they’ve all fallen at my feet. Yet you don’t talk about that at all, you use your selective memory to weed out the times when I failed. We all fail sometimes Kyle, even you. Because if I remember correctly….I’ve beaten you before….. Funny…you didn’t mention that one.”
“Get up on your soapbox and preach about my past, my inadequate moments, but don’t expect me not to come back at you. What have you done lately bird boy? You lost your belt to Angel. Big deal, I lost to Angel too, yet for some reason you seem to think my loss was so much bigger than your’s. Then you lost to Jimmy Zane, a man who I consistently made my bitch over and over again. Suddenly, ‘Where’s Falcon?’ comes into play and you disappear. Hell I’d run away too if that guy was beating me on Pay-Per-View. You’re gone for a few months and the world openly weeps, and then what happens? You come back and try to steal my thunder at Sovereign. After I wrestle the match of my life and come out victorious, you take MY TIME to attack the crew formerly known as InFamous. You just couldn’t stand to see somebody else having their time in the spotlight. You lurk in the shadows for months and then steal my sunshine to make your return. I don’t hate you for doing that, you took an opportunity and made your big impactful revenge driven return. Sure I might be a little bitter, but I won’t let revenge drive me the way it drives you. You try and lurk in the shadows like some sort of dark superhero and only when you see yourself falling behind do you come out to drag them down. I won’t let you drag me down. Most may see the Falcon as a predator, but Will Washington is the most dangerous game. The eagle will devour you like the rat you truly are.”
He puts his head down on a turnbuckle and holds it there for a moment before slowly looking up.
“Now’s the time. It’s time for me to finally win the big one isn’t it Falcon? This Sunday we exchange titles. I get that World Tag Team Title that I wanted, and you get the title that you so eloquently bestowed upon me. Loser.”
He moves back towards the center.
“Finally you’ve got my partner, ‘The Flying Corpse’ Ian Kline. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about the kid. With a nickname like that I can only expect him to do some crazy and risky things in there. While it’s good to take some risks, your next one could always be your last. Gradually over time you learn the proper times to put it on the line, unfortunately I don’t have much time to teach him before the match. All I can say is go out there and do your thing Ian, but don’t get in my way and don’t lose this for me.”
At about that time, Ian Kline walks in frame and towards the ring. He claps slowly along with his female accompaniment. He climbs up on the apron and holds it down for the lady to get in, and she is the first to speak.
“Now that’s how you trash talk an opponent! You could learn a thing or two from this guy.”
“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Will Washington. Ian’s tag team partner.”
“I’m Candice. His girlfriend.”
She extends a hand and Will holds it and kisses it gently. Ian watches with a weary look on his face. Candice giggles and Ian steps in towards them.
“Can we cut the crap and get down to wrestling?”
Will’s nature becomes less fun and more serious.
“Yeah. I know you asked me here, but I thought that since you’ve never wrestled Falcon or Burns before, you’d be unfamiliar with their work. I on the other hand have teamed with each of them in successive weeks, and can teach you some of their tricks.”
Ian takes off his hat and glasses and hands them to Candice. She exits the ring and the two wrestlers prepare for a wrestling lesson.
“Let’s start with Falcon.”
“What do I have to know about him?”
“Basically, just watch out for the School Boy Roll-Up.”
Washington quickly moves and goes for the School Boy, and Kline rolls through it.
“We may just have ourselves a wrestler.”
The camera pans backwards and we see a figure standing in the shadows of a doorway. A single small light illuminates the man’s face and it’s seen to be Rocky Kingman, Will’s protégé.
“That should be me.”
We fade back to darkness and Washington’s voice is heard once final time.
“……No mas.”
“Soy un perdedor……”
In we fade to our American hero in a place familiar to every young wrestler ever starting out, an old gym wrestling ring. Dressed in his regular wrestling attire, he looks ready for a fight.
“Here I am in the middle of nowhere. A place some might call ‘God’s Country.’ More specifically, I’m in the hometown of my tag team partner…Helena, Montana. Why am I here? Because Kline thinks this is a good idea for me to learn about who he is, and what he’s about. It makes sense, but for some reason he’s nowhere to be seen.”
He has a moment of thought.
“Well, sense there’s a camera crew here, and I have a duty to the fans of nCw, I might as well share my thoughts on the upcoming match. Like a good soldier would.”
He bounces off the ropes and begins to loosen up his joints. He does a few stretches and begins to talk.
“Philip Burns is without a doubt the only guy in nCw I feel like I can trust. You don’t meet a lot of guys who you can consider your friend in this business, but that guy says what he means and means what he says. He’s straight up and honest. Sure he might throw a few jabs your way, but it’s all in good fun. That’s why it was so foreign to me when he betrayed a verbal agreement we had to win those tag team titles. It was a backstabbing move bro, and you know it. You’ve got your excuses for pulling the swerve on me, and for the most part they’re understandable. But was the lust for gold so overpowering that you just had to jump at the first opening you saw? Is that what you’re like with the ladies to? No wonder you roll into the shows with such uggos. You’re a cool guy, but you’re quickly gaining a reputation as the Lindsay Lohan of New Championship Wrestling. You slut yourself out to whoever is looking just to get ahead. You sacrificed your gravitas for those belts, and that’s simply something I would never do. In some ways you’re no better than Xavier Cross, but in most ways, you are.”
“That’s the thing Philbert, you’re good, if not great. When you’re not on hiatus, you’re one of the top guys we’ve got. Despite what anyone else wants to say about the Burning Angels and how Angel carried you, you beat him heads up and vanquished him for a few months. You’re deceivably dangerous. One minute you’re making the fans laugh with Up Late, and the next you’re breaking someone’s face in the ring with the Burn Notice. It’s why I wanted to be your partner. It didn’t work and now you’re saddled with a sense of regret or remorse. So far everything has worked out in Firebird land for you and Falcon, but eventually you know that guy. He’s going to turn on you as soon as he sees a chance to further his career. You can’t trust him. So instead of focusing on your next opponent, you always have to look over your shoulder to make sure your own partner doesn’t stick a knife in you. That’s no way to live, but it’s the path you’ve chosen. Fortunately for you, I will take all the burden off, along with about ten pounds of gold. It’s never been a personal issue Phil, strictly business. Come Sunday, my business is beating you. It’s sad…You could have saved yourself so much trouble. One wrong decision and the trajectory of your career will be drastically altered. I hope it was worth it bro.”
Washington changes his focus and becomes more intense when talking about Falcon. Despite being a successful duo last week, it seems that the birded one has taken it upon himself to try and rub Will the wrong way.
“I saw your promo. You want me to perform a sonnet from one of Shakespeare’s more popular works? Come on Falcon, you’re better than that. Did you just grab the bad guys handbook, circa 1959, to come up with those insults? ‘Will Washington chokes, he’s a choker, he’s never going to win the big one!’ For someone who hates Rob Diamond, you sure do sound an awful lot like him. You also sound like Jimmy Zane, but we won’t get in to that one. Fact is buddy, I’ve heard that all before, and it never seems to make sense to me. I lost to Angel, I lost to Xavier Cross, and I lost to Steve Awesome. All of those were big matches with a lot on the line, that much is certain, and I’ll admit to that. I lost those big matches, but everyone seems to skim over all the matches I won. It’s nice to use facts to prove a point, but when you only use half of them, then what are you really saying? Half the story isn’t worth telling. Remember when I won the Coliseum to get that World Title shot in the first place? Remember when I got to the Road To The Gold Final in my fifth match ever? I beat AJ Phoenix three times I beat Jimmy Zane four times, Joe Everyman, Andrew Jacobsen, Xavier Cross, Dirty Deal….they’ve all fallen at my feet. Yet you don’t talk about that at all, you use your selective memory to weed out the times when I failed. We all fail sometimes Kyle, even you. Because if I remember correctly….I’ve beaten you before….. Funny…you didn’t mention that one.”
“Get up on your soapbox and preach about my past, my inadequate moments, but don’t expect me not to come back at you. What have you done lately bird boy? You lost your belt to Angel. Big deal, I lost to Angel too, yet for some reason you seem to think my loss was so much bigger than your’s. Then you lost to Jimmy Zane, a man who I consistently made my bitch over and over again. Suddenly, ‘Where’s Falcon?’ comes into play and you disappear. Hell I’d run away too if that guy was beating me on Pay-Per-View. You’re gone for a few months and the world openly weeps, and then what happens? You come back and try to steal my thunder at Sovereign. After I wrestle the match of my life and come out victorious, you take MY TIME to attack the crew formerly known as InFamous. You just couldn’t stand to see somebody else having their time in the spotlight. You lurk in the shadows for months and then steal my sunshine to make your return. I don’t hate you for doing that, you took an opportunity and made your big impactful revenge driven return. Sure I might be a little bitter, but I won’t let revenge drive me the way it drives you. You try and lurk in the shadows like some sort of dark superhero and only when you see yourself falling behind do you come out to drag them down. I won’t let you drag me down. Most may see the Falcon as a predator, but Will Washington is the most dangerous game. The eagle will devour you like the rat you truly are.”
He puts his head down on a turnbuckle and holds it there for a moment before slowly looking up.
“Now’s the time. It’s time for me to finally win the big one isn’t it Falcon? This Sunday we exchange titles. I get that World Tag Team Title that I wanted, and you get the title that you so eloquently bestowed upon me. Loser.”
He moves back towards the center.
“Finally you’ve got my partner, ‘The Flying Corpse’ Ian Kline. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about the kid. With a nickname like that I can only expect him to do some crazy and risky things in there. While it’s good to take some risks, your next one could always be your last. Gradually over time you learn the proper times to put it on the line, unfortunately I don’t have much time to teach him before the match. All I can say is go out there and do your thing Ian, but don’t get in my way and don’t lose this for me.”
At about that time, Ian Kline walks in frame and towards the ring. He claps slowly along with his female accompaniment. He climbs up on the apron and holds it down for the lady to get in, and she is the first to speak.
“Now that’s how you trash talk an opponent! You could learn a thing or two from this guy.”
“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Will Washington. Ian’s tag team partner.”
“I’m Candice. His girlfriend.”
She extends a hand and Will holds it and kisses it gently. Ian watches with a weary look on his face. Candice giggles and Ian steps in towards them.
“Can we cut the crap and get down to wrestling?”
Will’s nature becomes less fun and more serious.
“Yeah. I know you asked me here, but I thought that since you’ve never wrestled Falcon or Burns before, you’d be unfamiliar with their work. I on the other hand have teamed with each of them in successive weeks, and can teach you some of their tricks.”
Ian takes off his hat and glasses and hands them to Candice. She exits the ring and the two wrestlers prepare for a wrestling lesson.
“Let’s start with Falcon.”
“What do I have to know about him?”
“Basically, just watch out for the School Boy Roll-Up.”
Washington quickly moves and goes for the School Boy, and Kline rolls through it.
“We may just have ourselves a wrestler.”
The camera pans backwards and we see a figure standing in the shadows of a doorway. A single small light illuminates the man’s face and it’s seen to be Rocky Kingman, Will’s protégé.
“That should be me.”
We fade back to darkness and Washington’s voice is heard once final time.
“……No mas.”