Post by Steven Luke on Jul 5, 2010 23:46:32 GMT -6
July 4th, 2010
Some random hill in Iowa, if Iowa even has hills…
Some random hill in Iowa, if Iowa even has hills…
Lights burst in the sky lighting up the green grass on the hill as Venom lies on a blanket with his wife. Tracy is out even through all the commotion of the fireworks blasting all around. Venom is sitting up watching not the sky but his Brother-in-law and National Champion Charlie Velez wrestle around with his son Jonathan. Venom smiles as Charlie wrestles his son to the ground and gets him in a soft head lock. The boy wiggles around like he’s in a death hold and before you know it his brother Nicolas and bother of Venom’s son’s JC and Victor Jr. are on top of Velez pounding on him to get there brother/cousin free. They all mock beat down Velez and then pose Young Guns style over the National Champ.
“What are you laughing at.”
“Nothing Babe, just the boys.”
Tracy sits up and sees the scene and can’t help but laugh. Venom sits there with his arm around his wife as the fireworks continue to burst in the sky and he just laughs to himself.
This is the life.
July 5th, 2010
Young Guns locker room, early morning.
Young Guns locker room, early morning.
It’s quiet in the Young Guns locker room as JFK, Doc, and Charlie Velez are all putting on pads getting ready for an apparent sparing session when the door bursts open and Venom rushes in with a folded piece of paper in hand.
“I’m back bitches! The ‘Main Event’ is BACK!”
Doc “Huh”
“I just got the Picture Perfect card, and guess who is headlining that bitch?”
JFK “Brad Kane…”
“You’d think so wouldn’t you, but I’ll give you a hint, it’s someone in this room.”
Velez “Me?”
“Nope! Somehow you’re not even on the card! It’s me bitches! The Honor Champion is headlining the Pay Per View! Check it out bitches!”
Venom tosses the piece of paper at Charlie and grabs his bag and walks into the bath room to change.
“I’m back bitches, the Champ is BACK!”
Velez unfolds the paper and laughs as he looks at it and hands it over to JFK who hands it over to Doc. They all begin to chuckle together and soon Doc looks at Charlie.
Doc “Should we tell him they only showed him the Web Cast card?”
Velez “Just let him be for now, no need for us to be the ones to crash him back down to Earth.”
The scene fades.
July 5th, 2010
Des Moines International Airport
Des Moines International Airport
We open up late in the evening in the airport. The airport terminal is pretty deserted except for the Young Guns. JFK and Doc are sitting a few seat apart from each other taking turns tossing paper balls into the trash can. Charlie Velez is walking around talking on his Blue tooth in the back ground trying to find out where his jet is as Venom sits alone with his bags in the seat next to him. The camera focus’ in on his tired face.
“So for the second month in a row I am the ‘Main Event’ of the pre show. Big feather in my hat I right?”
Venom shakes his head before continuing.
“I guess not everyone on the board of the NCW thinks as highly of me as the Owner and his Daughter do, but what can you do. At least this week I get a real challenge and the opportunity to defend the gold I worked so hard to obtain instead of a match with a face painted waste of a X-Division Champion. This week I have the honor of facing and defeating a former NCW World Champion. Sounds like a difficult task but the only former World Champions worth a damn still are already preoccupied, so this week I get handed down Xavier Williams.”
“Xavier, Black, Mr. Jesus, whatever you want to be called, I pity you sir. I pity you because you have seemed to have lost your way here in NCW. You seem to walk around the back like the fact that you’re a former NCW Champion should mean something still, but the fact is it’s been almost a year and a half since you won the NCW Championship and from everything I’ve seen here in the NCW, this is a what have you done for me lately kind of place, and all I’ve seen you do is lose. You’ve lost to one of my partners in crime over there, JFK. You’ve lost to Mr. Dawson’s Creek, Adam Knite. Then this week, in a four way of mediocre wrestlers and JFK and you lost to some white faced Twilight knock off. I’m sure you’ve had more matches then that lately, but all I need to know is that you can’t seem to win right now.”
“Don’t fret though buddy. You see, I was recently in the same boat as you. I couldn’t buy a win if I had a platinum card. I took my time off though to heal, searched far and wise, and I found my reason for being here. I found something that made me want to be what I once was, my honor, and the honor of the NCW.”
He reaches down and pats his bag where the NCW Honor Championship obviously is concealed.
“So this is my suggestion to you Williams. A week from today, when you are tasting that bitter taste of defeat, I want to call up the NCW offices and tell them you need a few weeks off. I want you to go out, much like I did, and search. Search far and wide until you find what it is that fuels you to actually win a match in this ring. Personally I don’t care if you never find it, but you shouldn’t come back until you do because right now all you’re doing is making the NCW look bad for ever having you be called it’s World Champion.”
“For now though, I have a plane to catch, and come Sunday, I have a legacy to destroy, yours.”
Fade to black.