Post by Will Washington on May 11, 2013 20:31:20 GMT -6
"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will."
- Chuck Palahniuk
"It's an honor and a responsibility to get a match on the last ever episode of Collision. It's my duty to go out there and help this brand go out on a high note, and keep the legacy as strong as possible. So rest assured everyone... I'm taking this match very, very seriously."
{The camera pans out to reveal Will standing, wearing a 'Team Brodeo Drive' t-shirt. He looks down and shakes his head in disgust, before looking back up at the camera.}
"For the record, I did not approve of any of this."
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{Our scene opens up with Xavier Cross in the front seat of his 2007 Nissan Quest minivan. He calmly drives down the street as we pan back and see two of his three children sitting, watching Finding Nemo on a DVD player. We pan even further back, where the third child sits, staring over at a hooded figure sitting next to him. The man in the hood struggles, and we see that his hands have been tied together. Suddenly, he begins to talk and we find out who it is.}
Washington: "This is by far the most idiotic thing you've ever gotten me involved in. Why exactly do I need to blindfolded and handcuffed for this?"
Xavier Cross: "It's a surprise bachelor party, dude. It's just how things are done."
Washington: "I got married weeks ago. You were at the wedding for god's sake!"
Xavier Cross: "Yeah, but you didn't get a bachelor party, which is completely ridiculous. Thus is why we're having one right now."
Washington: "Still doesn't explain the blindfold and handcuffs. You just had these laying around?"
Xavier Cross: "I... uh... You see.... when a man is having trouble in the bedroom..."
Washington: "Oh Jesus shut up! I'm just going to pretend that the kids have them for playing Cops & Robbers, and leave it at that."
{One of the Cross children smiles and speaks up.}
Isabella Cross: "They're not for us! They're daddy's!"
Washington: "What are you teaching these kids, Xavier? And now you've gotten them involved in a kidnapping..."
Xavier Cross: "Their babysitter was out-of-town and I don't trust leaving them with a stranger, so I brought them with us. It's an adventure, right kids?!"
Kids (together): "YEAH!"
Xavier Cross: "Boom! Coolest kids ever."
Washington: "Father of the year, ladies and gentlemen."
{Cross powers his minivan down the street and pulls up into a parking lot and smiles a big smile. He turns back and looks at the group behind him.}
Xavier Cross: "We're here!"
{Xavier opens the door to his van and hops out. He quickly makes his way around back and removes the hood from the head of Will Washington. The 'Patriotic Paragon' shoots him a death glare, and Cross quickly unties his hands. Once his hands are free, Washington delivers a quick slap to the side of his friend's head. Cross responds by holding his head, while young Landon Cross looks on in shock.}
Landon Cross: "AWWWW! Daddy says no hitting!"
Isabella Cross: "Shame on you, Uncle Will!"
Xavier Cross: "In front of my kids, Will? In front of my kids?"
{Washington pulls himself out of the van and waits for a second as his eyes adjust to the sunlight. He turns and looks at the establishment they're parked in front of, and lets his feelings be known.}
Washington: "The Angry Beaver!?! You brought me to a strip club?"
Xavier Cross: "Yep! Surprise!"
Washington: "First of all... gross. Secondly... it's 2pm and a Wednesday."
Xavier Cross: "I have it on good authority that all the best dancers work Wednesday afternoons. The manager said so himself."
Washington: "I don't even.... AND you're taking your kids into a strip club?!?"
Xavier Cross: "Oh gosh no. What kind of parent do you think I am? They're going to sit in the van and watch DVDs for the next few hours. Well... except for little James, of course."
{Cross leans into the van and pulls out some DVDs, showing them to the kids.}
Xavier Cross: "You've got Monster Inc.... Cars.... Bloodsport.... and Shrek."
Washington: "... Bloodsport?"
Xavier Cross: "It's never too early for JCVD."
{Cross hands the DVDs to the nearest Cross child and reaches in the back, pulling 3 year old, James Cross out, handing him to Will. He then grabs a stroller from the back and sets it up, before taking the infant and placing him in it. He slides the door shut before moving back to the front and rolling down the windows for his children.}
Xavier Cross: "Remember kids. Don't let strangers get into your van, and don't give them any of your candy."
{Xavier shuts his door and walks toward the fine strip club establishment, pushing the stroller, with Will following closely behind. Cross quickly opens the door and whispers something, before shutting the door and turning back towards Will.}
Xavier Cross: "I... I think we should wait a second before going in."
Washington: "No. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."
{Will pushes past Cross and slings open the door. The light of the sun fills the room, and the standard Wednesday afternoon strippers cower from it's glow, like goblins. Washington steps into the room and looks around as Cross pushes the stroller in and shuts the door. Suddenly, it's business as usual inside the strip club.}
Washington: "This is arguably the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Ever."
Xavier Cross: "You say that now, but I think in a few minutes you'll be singing a different tune."
{Will looks over at his friend, who pushes the stroller over to a table and sits down. Suddenly, a look of shock, terror, and annoyance sweeps over Will's face.}
Washington: "A different tune... Singing.... Don't tell me..."
Xavier Cross: "I am telling you! Karaoke at a strip club! Can you believe it?!?"
Washington: "No. I honestly can't."
{Will sits down in a chair, slumped over with his head in his hands. Suddenly, a stripper with caesarean scars comes over and climbs up on the table, and begins dancing. She thrusts towards Will, who looks up and shakes his head.}
Washington: "Hanging out with Xavier Cross and his baby in a strip club on a Wednesday... quite the bachelor party."
{The thrusting stripper gets closer and closer to Will's head, causing him to lean as far back in his chair as humanly possible.}
Washington: "At least tell me you invited some of the other guys? I'm sure this is the kind of scene Steve could get into."
Xavier Cross: "Well... I invited Steve and Rob, but they were busy with a business meeting or something... and I called Adam, but he had to take Ryleigh to the pediatrician. Then there's BK, who apparently doesn't know how to answer the phone."
Washington: "Great. So just us, then?"
Xavier Cross: "Nope. Who needs those guys, when we've got these party animals!? Come on out guys!"
{Suddenly the action in the club stops and Jimmy Turner comes around the corner, holding the strings for a bunch of balloons. He reaches out and holds the balloons out, waiting for Will to take them. The newly married wrestler looks at him with confusion, noticing Tommy the Cat approaching with a neatly wrapped present. Will turns to Cross who has a horrified look on his mug.}
Washington: ".... You told them it was my birthday!?"
Xavier Cross: "No! I told them it was a bachelor party!"
{The lights in the building go even dimmer, and out of the corner of his eye, Will spots the glow of birthday candles lighting up Bad Luck Chuck's face. The jobber carries a birthday cake in his hands, and everyone gathers around and starts to sing.}
Group (together): "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIR--"
{Cross jumps up onto his chair and motions for them to stop singing.}
Xavier Cross: "Guys! Guys! Cool it! It's not his birthday!"
{The singing ends quickly, with a few stragglers taking a moment to stop. Cross steps down from his chair and is beet-red in the face. Jimmy Turner lets go of his balloons, and they float up to the strip club's mirrored ceiling.}
Jimmy Turner: "If it's not his birthday, then what the hell are we here for?"
{Turner turns and looks up at the homely stripper, who is still standing on the table.}
Jimmy Turner: "Aside from the fine women, of course."
{He says with a wink.}
Xavier Cross: "We're here for Will's bachelor party you numbskulls. I told you that on the phone, Chuck."
Bad Luck Chuck: ".... I'm pretty sure you said birthday party."
Xavier Cross: "No, Chuck. I said 'BACHELOR PARTY!' You know... like the Tom Hanks movie?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "Tom Hanks?"
Xavier Cross: "Tom Hanks. The actor."
Bad Luck Chuck: "Never heard of him."
Xavier Cross: "Forrest Gump? Castaway? Turner and Hooch?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "Never seen it."
Xavier Cross: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME, CHUCK?!"
{Will, now with head firmly planted in his hands yet again, sees the feet of Tommy the Cat standing directly in front of him. Washington slowly looks up and the masked wrestler, who extends the large wrapped box out towards him.}
Tommy the Cat: "Even if it's not your birthday, you can still open your present. Think of it as a wedding gift."
{Washington smiles a faint, appreciative smile. He takes the box and begins to tear open the wrapping paper.}
Washington: "You know what, Tommy? You're a pretty great guy. I've never given you enough credit. Not only have you really stuck it out in NCW despite a less-than-stellar record, you got me a present, even though I legitimately don't think I've ever even talked to you."
Tommy the Cat: "It was the least I could do."
Washington: "And you now what else? If you ever need anything fr--"
{He stops in mid sentence as he gets the box open. Looking down into the box, he spies a fish head and a small bag of kitty litter. Washington throws the box on the ground and stands up in a huff.}
Washington: "YOU'RE NOT EVEN A REAL CAT!"
{Tears instantly well up in the masked wrestler's eyes. He puts his hands on his face and runs off through the strip club. Bad Luck Chuck puts the birthday cake down on the table and looks over at Will.}
Bad Luck Chuck: "You didn't have to hurt his feelings!"
{Chuck runs off after his friend, leaving the group in silence as the extremely unappealing stripper continues to dance on the table. Suddenly without noticing, she steps right into the birthday cake and slips, falling into the arms of Jimmy Turner.}
Jimmy Turner: "Happy Birthday to me..."
{Will shakes his ahead again in disgust and looks over at Cross, who quickly offers him a t-shirt. Washington unfolds it, and looks down, spying 'Brodeo Drive' written on the front of it. He slowly puts it down on the table and looks back at Xavier.}
Washington: "Well... this was... something. But I'm out of here."
{Will walks off and leaves the building. Cross begins to follow, before quickly turning around and grabbing the baby stroller. He follows out through the door and looks over at Washington, who is standing in silence just outside the door.}
Xavier Cross: "Look, Will. I'm sorry this all turned out so badly. Trust me though... this is the last time I put Bad Luck Chuck in charge of party planning."
{Will continues to look straight ahead.}
Washington: "Your van."
{Xavier continues to look at his friend for a moment, confused. Suddenly a realization washes over him and he turns his head.}
Xavier Cross: "DEAR GOD!"
{The camera turns and we see Xavier Cross' van slowly moving down the road. Landon Cross looks out the window and waves back at the two men.}
Landon Cross: "Hi daddy!"
{The two Cross children drive Xavier's van at a turtle's pace as traffic honks wildly behind them. Xavier lets go of the stroller and takes off running after the van. Will turns and looks down at little James Cross, who is still sitting in his stroller.}
Washington: "That's my tag team partner..."
{Fade out.}
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"All good things must come to an end, right? It's most certainly true, but it doesn't mean it has to be easy. This Sunday, we say goodbye to an absolute institution in the wrestling business. I mean... Collision is where I made my mark. I've wrestled Steve Awesome, Falcon, Gib, Joe Everyman, Angel, and many many more legends. I made my name on this show, and now I'm here to see the death of it."
"The memories will live on, but on Sunday, Collision is no more. So we do our best to send it out with a bang, and do what we do best... put on a show. And you had best believe I'm going out there to make one more great memory... to put on one last show.
And you know that's what Steve Awesome has in mind as well. The guy is what he's been billed... 'The Face of the Franchise'. He's the poster boy for NCW, so you know he's going to want to go out on top.
... Steve go out on top? He should be used to it.
Speaking of Rob Diamond... I'll admit when I'm wrong about someone, and I've been wrong about you, Rob. Throughout all of the years you were gone, I equated you with the absolute pinnacle of douchebaggery. For me, you were the measuring stick for obnoxiousness. Whether it was a racist or sexist comment, or trying too hard to be offensive... whenever someone annoyed me, I thought of you. I was certain that would be your legacy here in NCW.
But it isn't. It's not even close. You're going to be remembered for what you did between those ropes, and not for who you offended outside of them. Because for all of your faults, Diamond, you can flat out get it done in the ring. You were NCW World Champion... and that's something I'll never have.
That's why it's such a great honor to stand beside the two InFamous members this weekend. I may not have ever agreed with your methods, and I may have had a particular disdain for you most of my career... but at the end of the day, you're still legends in this company. And that's what Sunday is... it's literally the end of the day. So when the credits roll on Sunday and we've had our last Collision ever, all of our legacies will be set in stone. Steve and Rob's World Title wins.... their Tag Title wins... their legacies make them untouchable in the record books. Everyone will remember you two for what you've done, not what could have been.
That's where Cross and myself find ourselves. I mean, Cross' title history is pretty stellar as well, but neither of us ever won the big one. We always fell just short, and unfortunately, that's our legacy in NCW. Two of the best who never proved how good they truly were.
And yet, that fact doesn't scare me like you'd believe it should. I'm not afraid anymore to be remembered as being not good enough. I'll accept that label until I die... because although it may hurt, I know that it's not over for me. NCW may be going away, but I have the rest of my life to continue building my legacy. I may never be the legend that Awesome and Diamond are, but it doesn't mean I should stop trying.
Right, Gib? I mean... you never stopped trying. You're wrestling well into your early sixties, and you still come out every week and get propped up long enough to defend those tag team titles. You still accept all of the glory and accolades, despite the fact that I'm pretty sure you died three years ago.
You've got your legacy, Gib. You've been to the top of the mountain, and you've lived long enough to see your son follow in your footsteps. That's any father's dream, and you should definitely be proud of that. What you shouldn't be proud of, however, is this Team Amurika crap.
Gib and Simon Daye have been champions for a year. A year! Throughout that year, you've managed to degrade, disrespect, and devalue everything about America. You're the ones who are supposed to be representing this country? You're the ones who are representing NCW as its' Tag Team Champions? Well if Simon Daye is the best we have to offer, then god help us all.
See, Simon... I don't care about this pathetic love triangle you've got going on. If Cross wants to completely forget about the mother of his children and chase some jailbait, then that's on him. It's gross as all hell, but it's none of my business. So if you crazy kids want to play One Tree Hill, then whatever... cool. But leave me out of it.
But it is fun to think that nearly half of the people in this match have been with Gib's daughter, isn't it?
And that leaves the Internationals... a tag team that has been Team Amurika's personal job squad for the past year or so. I guess the old saying is true: 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.'
How awkward does that have to be for you boys? You have to team up with the men who have beaten and embarrassed you time and time again. How are you to be expected to work together? You guys are going to be tempted to smash Simon Daye's head in when he isn't looking... and take Gib's knee out from behind. Deep down in your very souls, you're going to want to destroy the men you have to work with on Sunday. And yet, in your heart of hearts, you know that you'd probably just end up getting embarrassed by them again.
So you four have to come together as a team and get one final job done on Collision. You have to work together for a greater good, and prove that you're better than.... whatever they're calling our team this week. A group of individuals, hungry to go out with one final win on the flagship show of NCW. You've got a mountain to climb this weekend... better get Gib's oxygen tank ready!
There's nothing left to be afraid of. It's time to accept our fates, Internationally Amurika. One team will win on Sunday, and one will lose gloriously. Four men will leave the final Collision with heads hung, realizing that the one last memory a lot of people will ever have of them, will be as losers.
This is it.
This... is the end."
- Chuck Palahniuk
"It's an honor and a responsibility to get a match on the last ever episode of Collision. It's my duty to go out there and help this brand go out on a high note, and keep the legacy as strong as possible. So rest assured everyone... I'm taking this match very, very seriously."
{The camera pans out to reveal Will standing, wearing a 'Team Brodeo Drive' t-shirt. He looks down and shakes his head in disgust, before looking back up at the camera.}
"For the record, I did not approve of any of this."
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{Our scene opens up with Xavier Cross in the front seat of his 2007 Nissan Quest minivan. He calmly drives down the street as we pan back and see two of his three children sitting, watching Finding Nemo on a DVD player. We pan even further back, where the third child sits, staring over at a hooded figure sitting next to him. The man in the hood struggles, and we see that his hands have been tied together. Suddenly, he begins to talk and we find out who it is.}
Washington: "This is by far the most idiotic thing you've ever gotten me involved in. Why exactly do I need to blindfolded and handcuffed for this?"
Xavier Cross: "It's a surprise bachelor party, dude. It's just how things are done."
Washington: "I got married weeks ago. You were at the wedding for god's sake!"
Xavier Cross: "Yeah, but you didn't get a bachelor party, which is completely ridiculous. Thus is why we're having one right now."
Washington: "Still doesn't explain the blindfold and handcuffs. You just had these laying around?"
Xavier Cross: "I... uh... You see.... when a man is having trouble in the bedroom..."
Washington: "Oh Jesus shut up! I'm just going to pretend that the kids have them for playing Cops & Robbers, and leave it at that."
{One of the Cross children smiles and speaks up.}
Isabella Cross: "They're not for us! They're daddy's!"
Washington: "What are you teaching these kids, Xavier? And now you've gotten them involved in a kidnapping..."
Xavier Cross: "Their babysitter was out-of-town and I don't trust leaving them with a stranger, so I brought them with us. It's an adventure, right kids?!"
Kids (together): "YEAH!"
Xavier Cross: "Boom! Coolest kids ever."
Washington: "Father of the year, ladies and gentlemen."
{Cross powers his minivan down the street and pulls up into a parking lot and smiles a big smile. He turns back and looks at the group behind him.}
Xavier Cross: "We're here!"
{Xavier opens the door to his van and hops out. He quickly makes his way around back and removes the hood from the head of Will Washington. The 'Patriotic Paragon' shoots him a death glare, and Cross quickly unties his hands. Once his hands are free, Washington delivers a quick slap to the side of his friend's head. Cross responds by holding his head, while young Landon Cross looks on in shock.}
Landon Cross: "AWWWW! Daddy says no hitting!"
Isabella Cross: "Shame on you, Uncle Will!"
Xavier Cross: "In front of my kids, Will? In front of my kids?"
{Washington pulls himself out of the van and waits for a second as his eyes adjust to the sunlight. He turns and looks at the establishment they're parked in front of, and lets his feelings be known.}
Washington: "The Angry Beaver!?! You brought me to a strip club?"
Xavier Cross: "Yep! Surprise!"
Washington: "First of all... gross. Secondly... it's 2pm and a Wednesday."
Xavier Cross: "I have it on good authority that all the best dancers work Wednesday afternoons. The manager said so himself."
Washington: "I don't even.... AND you're taking your kids into a strip club?!?"
Xavier Cross: "Oh gosh no. What kind of parent do you think I am? They're going to sit in the van and watch DVDs for the next few hours. Well... except for little James, of course."
{Cross leans into the van and pulls out some DVDs, showing them to the kids.}
Xavier Cross: "You've got Monster Inc.... Cars.... Bloodsport.... and Shrek."
Washington: "... Bloodsport?"
Xavier Cross: "It's never too early for JCVD."
{Cross hands the DVDs to the nearest Cross child and reaches in the back, pulling 3 year old, James Cross out, handing him to Will. He then grabs a stroller from the back and sets it up, before taking the infant and placing him in it. He slides the door shut before moving back to the front and rolling down the windows for his children.}
Xavier Cross: "Remember kids. Don't let strangers get into your van, and don't give them any of your candy."
{Xavier shuts his door and walks toward the fine strip club establishment, pushing the stroller, with Will following closely behind. Cross quickly opens the door and whispers something, before shutting the door and turning back towards Will.}
Xavier Cross: "I... I think we should wait a second before going in."
Washington: "No. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."
{Will pushes past Cross and slings open the door. The light of the sun fills the room, and the standard Wednesday afternoon strippers cower from it's glow, like goblins. Washington steps into the room and looks around as Cross pushes the stroller in and shuts the door. Suddenly, it's business as usual inside the strip club.}
Washington: "This is arguably the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Ever."
Xavier Cross: "You say that now, but I think in a few minutes you'll be singing a different tune."
{Will looks over at his friend, who pushes the stroller over to a table and sits down. Suddenly, a look of shock, terror, and annoyance sweeps over Will's face.}
Washington: "A different tune... Singing.... Don't tell me..."
Xavier Cross: "I am telling you! Karaoke at a strip club! Can you believe it?!?"
Washington: "No. I honestly can't."
{Will sits down in a chair, slumped over with his head in his hands. Suddenly, a stripper with caesarean scars comes over and climbs up on the table, and begins dancing. She thrusts towards Will, who looks up and shakes his head.}
Washington: "Hanging out with Xavier Cross and his baby in a strip club on a Wednesday... quite the bachelor party."
{The thrusting stripper gets closer and closer to Will's head, causing him to lean as far back in his chair as humanly possible.}
Washington: "At least tell me you invited some of the other guys? I'm sure this is the kind of scene Steve could get into."
Xavier Cross: "Well... I invited Steve and Rob, but they were busy with a business meeting or something... and I called Adam, but he had to take Ryleigh to the pediatrician. Then there's BK, who apparently doesn't know how to answer the phone."
Washington: "Great. So just us, then?"
Xavier Cross: "Nope. Who needs those guys, when we've got these party animals!? Come on out guys!"
{Suddenly the action in the club stops and Jimmy Turner comes around the corner, holding the strings for a bunch of balloons. He reaches out and holds the balloons out, waiting for Will to take them. The newly married wrestler looks at him with confusion, noticing Tommy the Cat approaching with a neatly wrapped present. Will turns to Cross who has a horrified look on his mug.}
Washington: ".... You told them it was my birthday!?"
Xavier Cross: "No! I told them it was a bachelor party!"
{The lights in the building go even dimmer, and out of the corner of his eye, Will spots the glow of birthday candles lighting up Bad Luck Chuck's face. The jobber carries a birthday cake in his hands, and everyone gathers around and starts to sing.}
Group (together): "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIR--"
{Cross jumps up onto his chair and motions for them to stop singing.}
Xavier Cross: "Guys! Guys! Cool it! It's not his birthday!"
{The singing ends quickly, with a few stragglers taking a moment to stop. Cross steps down from his chair and is beet-red in the face. Jimmy Turner lets go of his balloons, and they float up to the strip club's mirrored ceiling.}
Jimmy Turner: "If it's not his birthday, then what the hell are we here for?"
{Turner turns and looks up at the homely stripper, who is still standing on the table.}
Jimmy Turner: "Aside from the fine women, of course."
{He says with a wink.}
Xavier Cross: "We're here for Will's bachelor party you numbskulls. I told you that on the phone, Chuck."
Bad Luck Chuck: ".... I'm pretty sure you said birthday party."
Xavier Cross: "No, Chuck. I said 'BACHELOR PARTY!' You know... like the Tom Hanks movie?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "Tom Hanks?"
Xavier Cross: "Tom Hanks. The actor."
Bad Luck Chuck: "Never heard of him."
Xavier Cross: "Forrest Gump? Castaway? Turner and Hooch?"
Bad Luck Chuck: "Never seen it."
Xavier Cross: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME, CHUCK?!"
{Will, now with head firmly planted in his hands yet again, sees the feet of Tommy the Cat standing directly in front of him. Washington slowly looks up and the masked wrestler, who extends the large wrapped box out towards him.}
Tommy the Cat: "Even if it's not your birthday, you can still open your present. Think of it as a wedding gift."
{Washington smiles a faint, appreciative smile. He takes the box and begins to tear open the wrapping paper.}
Washington: "You know what, Tommy? You're a pretty great guy. I've never given you enough credit. Not only have you really stuck it out in NCW despite a less-than-stellar record, you got me a present, even though I legitimately don't think I've ever even talked to you."
Tommy the Cat: "It was the least I could do."
Washington: "And you now what else? If you ever need anything fr--"
{He stops in mid sentence as he gets the box open. Looking down into the box, he spies a fish head and a small bag of kitty litter. Washington throws the box on the ground and stands up in a huff.}
Washington: "YOU'RE NOT EVEN A REAL CAT!"
{Tears instantly well up in the masked wrestler's eyes. He puts his hands on his face and runs off through the strip club. Bad Luck Chuck puts the birthday cake down on the table and looks over at Will.}
Bad Luck Chuck: "You didn't have to hurt his feelings!"
{Chuck runs off after his friend, leaving the group in silence as the extremely unappealing stripper continues to dance on the table. Suddenly without noticing, she steps right into the birthday cake and slips, falling into the arms of Jimmy Turner.}
Jimmy Turner: "Happy Birthday to me..."
{Will shakes his ahead again in disgust and looks over at Cross, who quickly offers him a t-shirt. Washington unfolds it, and looks down, spying 'Brodeo Drive' written on the front of it. He slowly puts it down on the table and looks back at Xavier.}
Washington: "Well... this was... something. But I'm out of here."
{Will walks off and leaves the building. Cross begins to follow, before quickly turning around and grabbing the baby stroller. He follows out through the door and looks over at Washington, who is standing in silence just outside the door.}
Xavier Cross: "Look, Will. I'm sorry this all turned out so badly. Trust me though... this is the last time I put Bad Luck Chuck in charge of party planning."
{Will continues to look straight ahead.}
Washington: "Your van."
{Xavier continues to look at his friend for a moment, confused. Suddenly a realization washes over him and he turns his head.}
Xavier Cross: "DEAR GOD!"
{The camera turns and we see Xavier Cross' van slowly moving down the road. Landon Cross looks out the window and waves back at the two men.}
Landon Cross: "Hi daddy!"
{The two Cross children drive Xavier's van at a turtle's pace as traffic honks wildly behind them. Xavier lets go of the stroller and takes off running after the van. Will turns and looks down at little James Cross, who is still sitting in his stroller.}
Washington: "That's my tag team partner..."
{Fade out.}
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"All good things must come to an end, right? It's most certainly true, but it doesn't mean it has to be easy. This Sunday, we say goodbye to an absolute institution in the wrestling business. I mean... Collision is where I made my mark. I've wrestled Steve Awesome, Falcon, Gib, Joe Everyman, Angel, and many many more legends. I made my name on this show, and now I'm here to see the death of it."
"The memories will live on, but on Sunday, Collision is no more. So we do our best to send it out with a bang, and do what we do best... put on a show. And you had best believe I'm going out there to make one more great memory... to put on one last show.
And you know that's what Steve Awesome has in mind as well. The guy is what he's been billed... 'The Face of the Franchise'. He's the poster boy for NCW, so you know he's going to want to go out on top.
... Steve go out on top? He should be used to it.
Speaking of Rob Diamond... I'll admit when I'm wrong about someone, and I've been wrong about you, Rob. Throughout all of the years you were gone, I equated you with the absolute pinnacle of douchebaggery. For me, you were the measuring stick for obnoxiousness. Whether it was a racist or sexist comment, or trying too hard to be offensive... whenever someone annoyed me, I thought of you. I was certain that would be your legacy here in NCW.
But it isn't. It's not even close. You're going to be remembered for what you did between those ropes, and not for who you offended outside of them. Because for all of your faults, Diamond, you can flat out get it done in the ring. You were NCW World Champion... and that's something I'll never have.
That's why it's such a great honor to stand beside the two InFamous members this weekend. I may not have ever agreed with your methods, and I may have had a particular disdain for you most of my career... but at the end of the day, you're still legends in this company. And that's what Sunday is... it's literally the end of the day. So when the credits roll on Sunday and we've had our last Collision ever, all of our legacies will be set in stone. Steve and Rob's World Title wins.... their Tag Title wins... their legacies make them untouchable in the record books. Everyone will remember you two for what you've done, not what could have been.
That's where Cross and myself find ourselves. I mean, Cross' title history is pretty stellar as well, but neither of us ever won the big one. We always fell just short, and unfortunately, that's our legacy in NCW. Two of the best who never proved how good they truly were.
And yet, that fact doesn't scare me like you'd believe it should. I'm not afraid anymore to be remembered as being not good enough. I'll accept that label until I die... because although it may hurt, I know that it's not over for me. NCW may be going away, but I have the rest of my life to continue building my legacy. I may never be the legend that Awesome and Diamond are, but it doesn't mean I should stop trying.
Right, Gib? I mean... you never stopped trying. You're wrestling well into your early sixties, and you still come out every week and get propped up long enough to defend those tag team titles. You still accept all of the glory and accolades, despite the fact that I'm pretty sure you died three years ago.
You've got your legacy, Gib. You've been to the top of the mountain, and you've lived long enough to see your son follow in your footsteps. That's any father's dream, and you should definitely be proud of that. What you shouldn't be proud of, however, is this Team Amurika crap.
Gib and Simon Daye have been champions for a year. A year! Throughout that year, you've managed to degrade, disrespect, and devalue everything about America. You're the ones who are supposed to be representing this country? You're the ones who are representing NCW as its' Tag Team Champions? Well if Simon Daye is the best we have to offer, then god help us all.
See, Simon... I don't care about this pathetic love triangle you've got going on. If Cross wants to completely forget about the mother of his children and chase some jailbait, then that's on him. It's gross as all hell, but it's none of my business. So if you crazy kids want to play One Tree Hill, then whatever... cool. But leave me out of it.
But it is fun to think that nearly half of the people in this match have been with Gib's daughter, isn't it?
And that leaves the Internationals... a tag team that has been Team Amurika's personal job squad for the past year or so. I guess the old saying is true: 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.'
How awkward does that have to be for you boys? You have to team up with the men who have beaten and embarrassed you time and time again. How are you to be expected to work together? You guys are going to be tempted to smash Simon Daye's head in when he isn't looking... and take Gib's knee out from behind. Deep down in your very souls, you're going to want to destroy the men you have to work with on Sunday. And yet, in your heart of hearts, you know that you'd probably just end up getting embarrassed by them again.
So you four have to come together as a team and get one final job done on Collision. You have to work together for a greater good, and prove that you're better than.... whatever they're calling our team this week. A group of individuals, hungry to go out with one final win on the flagship show of NCW. You've got a mountain to climb this weekend... better get Gib's oxygen tank ready!
There's nothing left to be afraid of. It's time to accept our fates, Internationally Amurika. One team will win on Sunday, and one will lose gloriously. Four men will leave the final Collision with heads hung, realizing that the one last memory a lot of people will ever have of them, will be as losers.
This is it.
This... is the end."