Post by Will Washington on Sept 18, 2010 23:10:04 GMT -6
Darkness fills your screens and through it, my voice is heard.
“Prepare for war.”
The scene opens up with Will Washington in his study wearing his best smoking jacket. He sits, reading Sun Tzu’s classic ‘The Art of War’. Upon noticing the entrance of nCw cameras, he lays the book on his lap and looks up.
“The graphics department has ever so eloquently chosen those three simple words as the tagline for Battle Grounds. A slap in the face to me and everyone who has ever fought an actual war. Nothing I ever learned in the army can help me in this. I can’t shoot anybody, I can’t stab anybody, and no innocent individuals may get hurt in this. You’re all guilty, and you will all be punished….you will all get hurt.”
“This might be a battle, but this is no war. No matter what happens, even if we get rid of the Front Office, eventually there will be another group to come along looking to accomplish the same things. The fighting will never cease….this battle will never end.”
“But for a few days I have to put that out of my head. I have to go into this thinking that I can make a difference…that I can end it once and for all. I have to be more than myself….. I have to be evil.”
“You heard me correctly. Let’s face it… it’s going to be brutal in there. Bones will be broken, faces will be disfigured, and egos will be shattered. I can’t go in there trying to be a hero. nCw doesn’t need a hero. They need someone who is willing to go in there and do whatever it takes to protect them when it matters the most. I have to turn off my conscience on Sunday and tap into the mentality that made me the effective soldier I once was. No remorse, no pride. I can’t worry what you people think about me….I have to be evil.”
“When I look down at Joe Everyman’s bloody face trapped under my boot, I can’t let up. I have to give him that one extra stomp. Will Washington has to go the extra mile to cause pain. Do you think Steve Awesome is evil because he tried to steal Adam’s wife? Do you think Charlie Velez is evil because he destroyed Cari Cross’ tombstone? That’s nothing. I’ll make Adolf Hitler look like Gandhi. With the things I’ve done and seen in the past….the war I’ve fought…..This will be a cakewalk.”
Washington gets up and slips off his jacket, revealing, as always, a suit. He moves to his bookcases and puts ‘The Art of War’ back in it’s proper place.
“This is what you’re walking into the ring with Steve. You thought Adam was bad? Prepare for the worst night of your life. Everything you’ve created will crumble right in front of you, and my hands will be the cause of it. What will be your vanity when you’ve got nothing left? Your goons, your girl, your looks. They will all be nothing but remnants of a once great wrestler. You should have never let your buddy Leonard mess with me, because it’s you that will pay the price. I can’t have his head, but your’s sure will make an adequate replacement. Kelly’s got your heart, and I’ll have the next best thing.”
“Charlie Velez….There’s nothing left for me to say about you. You can’t win this. All of your fellow Young Guns have seemingly jumped off of the sinking ship, and yet you hold on until the bitter end. For what reason? Foolish pride? Pride will always be your downfall in a situation like this. You have to know when to walk away. Unfortunately for you, the time for walking has long passed, and now you have no choice but to enter that cage….to enter my home. In there you won‘t have your friends the Young Guns for back-up. You have to rely on three men who couldn‘t give a damn about you. I don’t hate you Charlie. I pity you.”
“Everyman. You’re a broken record like the rest. ‘Will won a big match and then lost a big match. So he sucks.’ What have you ever won Joe? You’ve been around since the beginning and you’ve never broken through to the top tier. Thus is why you find yourself in Warfare this weekend. You saw this as your chance to propel yourself finally into the upper echelon and finally earn the respect of someone….anyone. You want to feel wanted. You want to feel important…..you want to feel…something. But like the fans when they hear your entrance music, the only thing you’ll feel is disappointment. It would be in your best enterest to not even show up. You really stepped into some s**t this time Joe.”
“And Gibson. I’m not so sure you’re mentally capable of understanding the ramifications of stepping into that ring against Will Washington and the Revolution, so I will put it simply for you. You are going to hurt. You’re going to endure pain you only thought was capable in the movies. Out of the men in this match, you’re the only one who actually took part in attacking me at Ascension, so in my mind you’re public enemy number one. There’s no one I’d rather see suffer than you. So that’s exactly what is going to happen. You are going to suffer. You’re going to hurt. You’re going to die….”
He thinks for a moment.
“Actually, like I said…I can’t kill you. But I will get as close as physically possible.”
Will moves from his library area, and begins to walk about the house.
“There is nothing you people can do to stop me. I’ve got my own army at my back, and even if I didn’t I wouldn’t need them. I’m just better than you guys. I hang out with Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster.”
Will walks through a doorway while his boys Shawn and Gus walk through the opposite way.
Gus: “You know that’s right.”
The three man fist bump and continue their opposite ways. Will walks a bit and we swing around the camera behind him. He raises his arms upon entering.
Will Washington: “Ahhh. You’re all here. Great.”
Will moves away and we see Falcon and Andrew Jacobsen sitting on the sofa, and Brad Kane sitting in a chair with the hood of his sweatshirt up and noise canceling headphones on. He acknowledges each of his teammates before sitting down in a chair.
Falcon: “Why am I here right now? My time could be spent in much better ways.”
Andrew Jacobsen: “Yeah. I’ve got training to do. I have to be at my best for the big match.”
Will Washington: “We have a monumentally huge match coming up this weekend, and you guys can’t even take time for a little team meeting?” That’s ridiculous.”
Falcon: “Just get to the point please. I’ve got things to do.”
Will Washington: “Seriously? What do you have to do besides listen to Evanescence albums and sulk?”
Falcon: “One more of those and I’m out of here.”
Andrew Jacobsen: “No need for that Will.”
Will Washington: “Dude. He’s banging your best friend. Shut up.”
Falcon gets up to leave, but Will does too and stops him. There at least has to be some semblance of team unity.
Will Washington: “Alright, alright. I’m done with that. I’ll get to business.”
Falcon begrudgingly sits down, as does Will.
Will Washington: “We’re supposed to fight as a team this weekend, and I assume we can work together as long as we stay out of each other’s way and stick to our delegated roles.”
Andrew Jacobsen: “Roles? What roles?”
Falcon: “Yeah….What are you talking about?”
Will Washington: “It’s simple. Every time great team has it’s roles. Like the A-Team. Murdock was the crazy guy, Face was the smooth talker, Baracus was….the angry black guy, and Hannibal was the leader.”
Andrew Jacobsen: “None of us are black….”
Will Washington: “Yeah but we’ve got all the other things. Those aren’t necessarily attributes you’d need in a wrestling match, but for the roles we do need, each of us can fit them perfectly.”
Falcon: “So I guess you’re saying we’re going to vote on a leader then? Like a bunch of Middle Schoolers picking a class president.”
Will Washington: “No, not at all. Obviously there is only one natural choice.”
Andrew Jacobsen: “Yeah. I think Fal…..”
Will stands and interrupts him.
Will Washington: “Me.”
Jacobsen rises in awe of the brazenness of Washington’s in assuming he’s the captain.
Andrew Jacobsen: “And what just makes you leader material? Falcon’s got a crapload more experience than you. So does Brad. They’re both former World Champions and as far as I’ve seen, you haven’t done that yet.”
Will Washington: “Well little AJ, let me explain….”
Will looks down and suddenly comes upside Jacobsen’s head with a hard smack.
Will Washington: “Don’t question your team captain, douche bag.”
AJ takes a step back, holding his face for a moment, and then fire builds in his eyes. He lunges at Washington, but Falcon is up quickly to hold him back.
Falcon: “We are supposed to be teammates. Save it for the match. This is about the Front Office, not some stupid squabbling between teammates.”
AJ struggles to get to Washington, but eventually he gives up.
Andrew Jacobsen: “You know what? Screw this. We don’t need you. The three of us can do it without you.”
He turns his back and walks out of the room. Washington yells out at him.
Will Washington: “Yeah right. You need me more that I need you *ssholes.”
Falcon: “Just stay out of my way Will. You don’t want to face those consequences.”
Falcon follows Jacobsen’s suit and leaves as well. The ‘Patriotic Punisher’ falls back on the sofa holding his head in disgust. He notices Brad still sitting there, not paying attention to anything. He waves a hand trying to get his attention.
Will Washington: “Hey!”
Brad slowly turns his head and removes his headphones.
Brad Kane: “What?”
Will Washington: “What’s their deal?”
Brad Kane: “I don’t care.”
At this point, Will has had it. He responds calmly yet forcefully.
Will Washington: “Get the f**k out of my house.”
Brad Kane: “Thanks.”
Without another word, Kane leaves and the camera focuses on Will.
“I don’t understand how those guys don’t understand that I’m the captain of this team. Heading into that monstrosity of a cage, who would you want as your leader? It’s this simple…I’ve been there before. I’ve fought in wars, I’ve won Coliseums….I’ve battled until I couldn’t battle anymore. What have they done?”
“I can’t even believe the disrespect that I was just shown. They don’t want me to be their leader? Fine. But that’s what I’m going to be. Some people hated Schwarzkopf, some people hated Grant. The greatest leaders have always had their detractors. When it all comes down to it, your actions are the ultimate sign of your ability to lead. When I step into that cell, there will be no doubt who captains that team.”
“NOBODY has put as much into this match as I have. I’ve ate, slept, and breathed Warfare since the moment Leonard Fox decided to have his boys attack me. I’m itching to get in that ring….I’m itching to beat, maim, and destroy.”
Will slams his fist into the wall over and over again. In a a fit of rage he rips a portrait off the wall and throws it across the room. He turns back to the camera in blind fury. It feels like he may jump out of the screen….it feels like he’s going to hurt somebody.
“You know what? You don’t want me to be your captain? That’s fine. I’m in business for myself now. I will single handedly beat all four of the Front Office if I have to. You don’t have faith in me? Well f**k you too. Will Washington versus the world….that’s the way it was meant to be, and that’s the way it will be.”[/b]
A sadistic look comes over the man’s face as he seethes. He’s coming undone at the seams.
“Jacobsen….Falcon…..Kane……You have your revolution and I’ll have mine.
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
But you can't kill the revolution
“I’m not the revolutionary…..I’m the revolution.”
We fade to black and final sentence is uttered.
“This s**t is driving me insane.”
End scene.
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