Post by Nick Logan on Aug 8, 2009 19:34:42 GMT -6
(The scene opens back up in Nick Logan's hotel room. He is sitting in a chair by the window. Across from him is JW Whittle. JW is a long time friend who went to wrestling school with Nick many years ago. A tragic in-ring accident cut his career short. The accident, at the hands of Nick Logan no less, was just that; an accident. Nick was depressed for months after receiving the news that JW would never be able to wrestle again. A severe compound fracture of the humorous bone in his right leg would end his wrestling career before it ever begun. It also left him with a noticeable limp. Nick Logan almost quit over the entire affair. He went into the office at the school and was just about to quit when JW rolled into the room in a wheel chair. He refused to let him quit. He rode Nick the rest of the way through school, and thorugh all his years of coming up through the Indy Feds and finally breaking through in what was, at the time, one of the premier wrestling organizations in the world. His rise to World Champion, and then his downfall to shame. All the while, JW was by his side, like a real friend should be. Now, today, he has come to Memphis, Tennessee. The home of Elvis, Graceland, and a whole lot of people this time of year. They sit there, in silence. JW allowing Nick to take in everything, and really try and center himself before this big match with Jack Hammond and Joe Everyman. Finally, Nick breaks the silence.)
You know, JW, last week I thought I had Everyman right where I wanted him. I thought I had it won. But I guess that's where I lost it, huh?
JW Whittle - Nick, I have always told it to you like it was. I don't beat around the bush, and I damn sure don't sugar coat anything.
Yeah, I know. That's why I am glad you are here.
JW Whittle - Your head got too big, Nick. Plain and simple.
My head got too big?
JW Whittle - Yes. You see, everything that happened before the day you set foot in nCw doesn't matter. You have to remember that only a handful of people here know you. It doesn't matter that you are an elite athlete. It doesn't matter that you are a former world champion, and it damn sure doesn't matter that you own clubs and gyms, or anything else. The only thing that matters to these people, Nick, is results. You had an opportunity last week in your very first match in nCw to beat someone that is somehow respected in the company and you came up short. But then, you and Mac essentially invaded the Two Year Anniversary of Collision, and aside from a chair shot from a midget, you made out with this tag match. You guys got tons of exposure, and a second chance at Joe Everyman. The question is, are you ready to take this opportunity and run with it?
Yeah, I think I am, JW. After what happened at that other place, and the performance enhancing drugs allagations, I haven't been myself. I haven't been the Nick Logan I really need to be to compete at the highest possible level. This week, Mac and I are focused and ready to take on this jackass Everyman and that midget Hammond. He is going to pay for that chair shot, and Everyman is going to pay for last week's loss.
JW Whittle - Good. I had a talk with Mac earlier today, and he is finally seeming to settle in here in nCw. You need to do the same. Once you are comfortable, you can focus and do what needs to be done here. I know the past will seemingly haunt you forever, and people will make mention of it in private, but the fact of the matter is, you are a former World Champion, and nothing can change that. Not Adam Knite. Not Davey Boone. Not Gib. Not anyone. You just have to come in here and prove that you are championship material, brother.
Thanks, JW. You are always good for centering me and telling it like it is. I appreciate it. So how's the leg doing these days?
JW Whittle - Ah, you know how it is. It has it's good days and bad days.
It has seemingly been that way for me lately. (laughing)
JW Whittle - Well, you just listen to good ole JW, and I won't steer you wrong, my friend. But right now, hell, this ole boy needs a nap!
Well, you can take my bed. I gotta go cut some footage for Fallout.
JW Whittle - Make sure you get paid, brother. It's all about the money, son!
Well, you can't ever have TOO much money!!
(Both men laugh and Nick gets up grabbing his car keys and heads for the door. JW struggles a bit to get out of the chair, then finally gets up and limps over to the bed and lays down, kicking off his shoes in the process.)
JW Whittle - See ya later, champ.
Later!
(Nick leaves the room as JW tries to go to sleep for a bit. Nick hits the elevator and takes the long ride down to the ground floor. He finally gets there, and heads through the lobby to the front of the hotel. He hands his valet stub to the kid out front and a few minutes later, his car pulls up in front of him. He tips the kid a $10 bill and slides into the drivers seat. He puts the top back and it locks into place. He puts his shades on and pulls out from under the hotel awning and into the street. The wind blowing through his hair and the sun shining on his face. He smiles his million dollar smile as he drives the short distance to the FedEx Forum arena. He pulls underneath the arena and parks where all the other athletes and staff park. He goes into the arena where a make-shift set is awaiting him. That's when you notice that it isn't a commercial shoot. The setup is geared more towards a promo for this Sunday's Fallout. He walks up on the set and paces back and forth a moment. The camera man ready to shoot when ever Nick is ready. Nick finally turns and the camera man presses record.)
You know, a lot of people say a lot of things these days. You got a President saying he is doing what's best for our country, all the while, destroying our economy with his ludicris bailouts that my grandkids will be paying for. You got baseball players claiming they never took steroids in the "steroid era" of baseball, when we all know that it was so prevelant in the sport that everyone was doing it. We got the leader of North Korea, running his mouth, talking about how the good ole USA is too chicken to do anything about his threats, when all the while, we are just hopefully biding our time until we can just wipe his commie ass off the map. Then we have Joe Everyman. What a piece of work this jackass is. Claiming he decimated me in our match. How he just outclassed and outwrestled me the whole match. How I never had a chance. Well, just like all the other idiots I mentioned before, he is blowing so much smoke out of his ass that if the telephone system in the arena went out, we could use it to send smoke signals!
(Nick begins to pace back and forth as he thinks of all the ridiculous things Joe had to say earlier in the day.)
Then he comes off with the question of the day. Who the **** do I think I am?
(Nick pauses. Turns straight into the camera and his smile fades to a look of complete seriousness.)
I will tell you who the **** I am, Joe. I am one of the best all around athletes this company has ever seen. I am one of the very best at what I do. Make no mistake about it, Joe, you beating me last week is a fluke. You know it, and I know it. Hell, everyone watching around the world knows it. This week, you won't be so lucky. All this running off at the mouth is going to get you in trouble my friend. Your mouth is writing checks that your ass simply can't cash. Your partner is half the man Mac Bane is....literally, and you? Well, you are just a lot of talk, and half ass action. Did you beat me last week? Yes, you did. I am not trying to hide from that fact, nor am I disputing it. But when all the dust settles this week on Fallout and I am standing over you victorious, don't be surprised. I got a Natural Disaster with your name on it, Joe, and when mother nature comes calling...
YOU....
WILL...
NOT...
SURVIVE!!
(Nick, extremely pumped up, heads off the set and out the door. As the door to the garage slams shut, the scene fades to black.)
You know, JW, last week I thought I had Everyman right where I wanted him. I thought I had it won. But I guess that's where I lost it, huh?
JW Whittle - Nick, I have always told it to you like it was. I don't beat around the bush, and I damn sure don't sugar coat anything.
Yeah, I know. That's why I am glad you are here.
JW Whittle - Your head got too big, Nick. Plain and simple.
My head got too big?
JW Whittle - Yes. You see, everything that happened before the day you set foot in nCw doesn't matter. You have to remember that only a handful of people here know you. It doesn't matter that you are an elite athlete. It doesn't matter that you are a former world champion, and it damn sure doesn't matter that you own clubs and gyms, or anything else. The only thing that matters to these people, Nick, is results. You had an opportunity last week in your very first match in nCw to beat someone that is somehow respected in the company and you came up short. But then, you and Mac essentially invaded the Two Year Anniversary of Collision, and aside from a chair shot from a midget, you made out with this tag match. You guys got tons of exposure, and a second chance at Joe Everyman. The question is, are you ready to take this opportunity and run with it?
Yeah, I think I am, JW. After what happened at that other place, and the performance enhancing drugs allagations, I haven't been myself. I haven't been the Nick Logan I really need to be to compete at the highest possible level. This week, Mac and I are focused and ready to take on this jackass Everyman and that midget Hammond. He is going to pay for that chair shot, and Everyman is going to pay for last week's loss.
JW Whittle - Good. I had a talk with Mac earlier today, and he is finally seeming to settle in here in nCw. You need to do the same. Once you are comfortable, you can focus and do what needs to be done here. I know the past will seemingly haunt you forever, and people will make mention of it in private, but the fact of the matter is, you are a former World Champion, and nothing can change that. Not Adam Knite. Not Davey Boone. Not Gib. Not anyone. You just have to come in here and prove that you are championship material, brother.
Thanks, JW. You are always good for centering me and telling it like it is. I appreciate it. So how's the leg doing these days?
JW Whittle - Ah, you know how it is. It has it's good days and bad days.
It has seemingly been that way for me lately. (laughing)
JW Whittle - Well, you just listen to good ole JW, and I won't steer you wrong, my friend. But right now, hell, this ole boy needs a nap!
Well, you can take my bed. I gotta go cut some footage for Fallout.
JW Whittle - Make sure you get paid, brother. It's all about the money, son!
Well, you can't ever have TOO much money!!
(Both men laugh and Nick gets up grabbing his car keys and heads for the door. JW struggles a bit to get out of the chair, then finally gets up and limps over to the bed and lays down, kicking off his shoes in the process.)
JW Whittle - See ya later, champ.
Later!
(Nick leaves the room as JW tries to go to sleep for a bit. Nick hits the elevator and takes the long ride down to the ground floor. He finally gets there, and heads through the lobby to the front of the hotel. He hands his valet stub to the kid out front and a few minutes later, his car pulls up in front of him. He tips the kid a $10 bill and slides into the drivers seat. He puts the top back and it locks into place. He puts his shades on and pulls out from under the hotel awning and into the street. The wind blowing through his hair and the sun shining on his face. He smiles his million dollar smile as he drives the short distance to the FedEx Forum arena. He pulls underneath the arena and parks where all the other athletes and staff park. He goes into the arena where a make-shift set is awaiting him. That's when you notice that it isn't a commercial shoot. The setup is geared more towards a promo for this Sunday's Fallout. He walks up on the set and paces back and forth a moment. The camera man ready to shoot when ever Nick is ready. Nick finally turns and the camera man presses record.)
You know, a lot of people say a lot of things these days. You got a President saying he is doing what's best for our country, all the while, destroying our economy with his ludicris bailouts that my grandkids will be paying for. You got baseball players claiming they never took steroids in the "steroid era" of baseball, when we all know that it was so prevelant in the sport that everyone was doing it. We got the leader of North Korea, running his mouth, talking about how the good ole USA is too chicken to do anything about his threats, when all the while, we are just hopefully biding our time until we can just wipe his commie ass off the map. Then we have Joe Everyman. What a piece of work this jackass is. Claiming he decimated me in our match. How he just outclassed and outwrestled me the whole match. How I never had a chance. Well, just like all the other idiots I mentioned before, he is blowing so much smoke out of his ass that if the telephone system in the arena went out, we could use it to send smoke signals!
(Nick begins to pace back and forth as he thinks of all the ridiculous things Joe had to say earlier in the day.)
Then he comes off with the question of the day. Who the **** do I think I am?
(Nick pauses. Turns straight into the camera and his smile fades to a look of complete seriousness.)
I will tell you who the **** I am, Joe. I am one of the best all around athletes this company has ever seen. I am one of the very best at what I do. Make no mistake about it, Joe, you beating me last week is a fluke. You know it, and I know it. Hell, everyone watching around the world knows it. This week, you won't be so lucky. All this running off at the mouth is going to get you in trouble my friend. Your mouth is writing checks that your ass simply can't cash. Your partner is half the man Mac Bane is....literally, and you? Well, you are just a lot of talk, and half ass action. Did you beat me last week? Yes, you did. I am not trying to hide from that fact, nor am I disputing it. But when all the dust settles this week on Fallout and I am standing over you victorious, don't be surprised. I got a Natural Disaster with your name on it, Joe, and when mother nature comes calling...
YOU....
WILL...
NOT...
SURVIVE!!
(Nick, extremely pumped up, heads off the set and out the door. As the door to the garage slams shut, the scene fades to black.)