Post by Clint Zellor on Mar 23, 2007 1:14:32 GMT -5
-Sometimes, You've got to dig deeper then you could have thought possible. You've gotta go deep inside of yourself and you have to ask yourself 'Do I have it in me?' Then, you examine the situation.. if you have the heart, you will always 'have it in you'. If you still have that fire in your eyes to achive the things that satisfy you, then you press on. Somethings are worth dieing for... and in this case, it's no different..-
-i've never been the type to let my feelings show.-
- Fight until there is no fight left in you.. Fight as if you're fighting for your life.. Fight.... To the end.-
[Well, Sole Survivor is comming closer and closer to being a reality, The closer it gets, the less humorous the Cowboys have become, realising that this is the one chance they have, the one moment in NAPW they have to prove that their title win against D-X wasn't a fluke. This is the one chance the Cowboys have to show to the world that they can compete with-and win against three of the top tier tag teams in all of independent wrestling today. Well, The Cowboys are inside of their hotel room, Clint is dressed in blasted, and torn jeans, with a snug fitting 'GYM CLASS HEROES" T-shirt on, plastic wrap around his tattoo to protect it, he is sitting in his chair, staring at the TV but not really paying too much mind as to what is on it. We can see Stone inside the bathroom, considering that the door is wide open, he is wearing Camo style cargo shorts, black shoes, and a black t-shirt, while just finishing up with his hair, he flicks the light off and walks into the room]
Clint: Are you finished?
Stone: Yeah bro, Ya ready?
[What could they be talking about? Ready for what?]
Clint: Ya man, I'm ready. Let's go.
Stone: Wait...
Clint: What is it?
Stone: Papa ok?
Clint: Yeah, he's alright. I checked up on him a little bit ago, while you were in the shower.
Stone: Aight good. I hate it when he be gettin sick like this.
Clint: So do I bro. He'll be alright.
[Well, Papa Z has come down with a nasty cold, and at this stage in his life, with the heavy drinking and the lung problem, it isn't a good thing..Well, Clint opens the door, revealing the sunny world of Canada. Clint walks out, stretching, as his brother follows behind him, closing the door. The take a few steps off the concrete, into the parking lot where thier van is parked. Clint swings open the driverside door, as Stone hops in the passenger seat, both the doors are slammed shut, and the sputtering motor is started, letting off some black smoke through the exhaust. Clint backs out of the parking lot and shifts into drive, heading down the long stretch of road.]
Stone: So man, Are you ready?
Clint: For?
Stone: Sole Survivor.
[Sole Survivor has been a touchy subject with both the Zellor boys, but they have to talk about it sooner or later right?]
Clint: I'd be lieing to you bro, if I said that I am full and prepared for it. There's no way I can be. I don't know what to expect with either of these matches.
Stone: Yeah, I hear ya on that one. No doubt this is gonna be tough for da both of us.
Clint: The Doomies, and The Untouchables so far have counted us as jokes. As transitional champions.. As clowns..And that just doesn't sit well with me.
Stone: It don't sit well with me either bro, that's we gotta go out there, and we gotta knock'em all the hell out! Bro, This is a challenge.. like them D-X'ers was, but we got them down and out didn't we? This be like another D-X outting, We always raise up.. So what you worried bout?
Clint: Well it ain't so much that i'm nervous. It's more or less, me and you have been down this road before with the tag gold Stone. We've always been on the top of the ladder, one rung from the gold, but we never can quite grasp it. Stone, how much longer can we keep chasing the same dream?
[This seems to hit a chord with the normally loud-mouthed Stone. How many times can one team keep chasing something so close to them, yet have it be so far away at the same time?]
Stone: Clint, I ain't really ever think about that to tell ya the truth. I mean, You is right, we always be chasin after them damn tag titles, but how many times we actually ever get em? Once.. That ain't a good ratio man.
Clint: Yeah, I know man. I know all too well. Most of our plots and schemes and tactics have failed... So Stone, I am proposing something, I am proposing something that would have never even been considered an option with us until now.
Stone: What's up? What ya got?
Clint: How bout we fight this one fair man? How bout we see if we can win these titles without having to cheat.
Stone: Well, I ain't ever think of that.
Clint: I was thinking for awhile last night. Didn't get much sleep, but I noticed that after all the cheating and all the plots and everything, look what we are left with man.. We have one two week title run and that's it..Other then disbanding D-X, but that wasn't even all of our doing ya know?
[Clint and Stone Sputter on into the city into the city of the Maple Leafs, Toronto! The city is refreshing from the middle-of-nowhere Comfort Inn they are currently staying at, but the change in scene doesn't do a whole helluva lot for the atmosphere inside the van.]
Stone: Ya, I hear ya. You honestly think we gonna be able to pull out a win wit'out cheatin-n-such?
Clint: That's why I proposed it Stone. I want to see if we are really good enough to fight without having to resort to cheap tactics to do it. The only time we should use those tactics is if they are being used on us.
Stone: Well ya know dem damn Doomies gonna try somethin, they got a big night an'they gonna do damn near anything they can ta keep them tag tittles around they waists.
Clint: Well if they resort to tactics... we will resort to them, ONLY to counter them. Or we will outsmart them and out wrestle them.
Stone: The Untouchables is out for money and blood.. Look at em now, they gots lots to prove in this match.
Clint: That will be their misleading light. They will not be thinking clearly.. They will be thinking on instinct alone, and that isn't going to win them any tag gold.
Stone: The Next Generation also something to prove, being thrown into a match with three of the best teams.
Clint: They will prove that they can hang with the tag team lords.. But they will not win, It's not in the books for them at SS... They are there to prove that they can surf with the vets, nothing more... nothing less.
[Clint pulls up to an unmarked building, parking near the curb. The van stops, engine cutting out.]
Clint: Stone, If we can't beat these teams without cheating, If we truly aren't better then those teams in this match, then I am not sure if I want to continue on in the wrestling world. What else is there for me if we can't beat these teams? I will not chase those tag titles the rest of my career, and I do not wish to persue a singles career...unless I win the SS match..
Stone: What ya sayin Clint?
Clint: Stone, .. If we can't win those tag titles, maybe we should disband and go our seperate ways.
[This hits Stone hard, as he looks down at the floor of the van, considering what his half brother has just said.. Stone doesn't want to stop the Cowboys, but deep down inside of him Stone knows that they can not chase it forever..]
Stone: Damn...
Clint: It'd only be best for us Stone.. It ain't like we'd be leavin each others side for good, I'd never do that to ya, but this is almost the last resort for us bro. We both gotta either put up, or take our ball and go home..
Stone: Well bro, I ain't bout ready ta bring dat ball home! Those tag belts is commin back with us Clint. Ain't no way in hell they gonna stay on dem Doomies!
Clint: I hope you're right Stone. I hope you're right.
[Clint opens his door and walks out into the street, stretchin some. Stone opens his door and steps onto the sidewalk, slammin his door. Clint walks around the van and onto the sidewalk next to his brother.]
Clint: Im gonna go for a walk around the city, go see where the food joints are and cell me.
Stone: Aight.
[They go opposite directions, with us following Clint.]
Clint: I hope...no no no... I know we can bring them tag titles home with us again. There's no way we can't. Billy and Tommy can talk all the garbage they want... Truth is though Billy, this is one bull that doesn't miss what he's going after. I hit my target every time partner... and you're the biggest target in this match for me. Tommy, you're all talk and only half the damn walk.. But Billy, I do wish ya well on your match with Ravager, I mean... You'll have lost one belt.. Next Gen and The Untouchables.. You're both an X factor in this match, because for me personally... Defeating the DoomRiders is all I really care about..
[Clint stops at a corner, waiting for the traffic.]
Clint: As far as the SS match itself is concerned, Well... Clints never really known what it feels like to have a taste at a singles life... and right now I am not interested.. That don't mean though that I won't try my damndest to get as far in that thing as I can. Sole Survivor is comming forth, and I will brave this storm with everything I have... Because this is one cowboy that ain't ready to ride off into the sunset!
[With those last words from Clint Zellor, the scene fades to pitch black....For possibly close to the last time? Who knows....]
-i've never been the type to let my feelings show.-
- Fight until there is no fight left in you.. Fight as if you're fighting for your life.. Fight.... To the end.-
[Well, Sole Survivor is comming closer and closer to being a reality, The closer it gets, the less humorous the Cowboys have become, realising that this is the one chance they have, the one moment in NAPW they have to prove that their title win against D-X wasn't a fluke. This is the one chance the Cowboys have to show to the world that they can compete with-and win against three of the top tier tag teams in all of independent wrestling today. Well, The Cowboys are inside of their hotel room, Clint is dressed in blasted, and torn jeans, with a snug fitting 'GYM CLASS HEROES" T-shirt on, plastic wrap around his tattoo to protect it, he is sitting in his chair, staring at the TV but not really paying too much mind as to what is on it. We can see Stone inside the bathroom, considering that the door is wide open, he is wearing Camo style cargo shorts, black shoes, and a black t-shirt, while just finishing up with his hair, he flicks the light off and walks into the room]
Clint: Are you finished?
Stone: Yeah bro, Ya ready?
[What could they be talking about? Ready for what?]
Clint: Ya man, I'm ready. Let's go.
Stone: Wait...
Clint: What is it?
Stone: Papa ok?
Clint: Yeah, he's alright. I checked up on him a little bit ago, while you were in the shower.
Stone: Aight good. I hate it when he be gettin sick like this.
Clint: So do I bro. He'll be alright.
[Well, Papa Z has come down with a nasty cold, and at this stage in his life, with the heavy drinking and the lung problem, it isn't a good thing..Well, Clint opens the door, revealing the sunny world of Canada. Clint walks out, stretching, as his brother follows behind him, closing the door. The take a few steps off the concrete, into the parking lot where thier van is parked. Clint swings open the driverside door, as Stone hops in the passenger seat, both the doors are slammed shut, and the sputtering motor is started, letting off some black smoke through the exhaust. Clint backs out of the parking lot and shifts into drive, heading down the long stretch of road.]
Stone: So man, Are you ready?
Clint: For?
Stone: Sole Survivor.
[Sole Survivor has been a touchy subject with both the Zellor boys, but they have to talk about it sooner or later right?]
Clint: I'd be lieing to you bro, if I said that I am full and prepared for it. There's no way I can be. I don't know what to expect with either of these matches.
Stone: Yeah, I hear ya on that one. No doubt this is gonna be tough for da both of us.
Clint: The Doomies, and The Untouchables so far have counted us as jokes. As transitional champions.. As clowns..And that just doesn't sit well with me.
Stone: It don't sit well with me either bro, that's we gotta go out there, and we gotta knock'em all the hell out! Bro, This is a challenge.. like them D-X'ers was, but we got them down and out didn't we? This be like another D-X outting, We always raise up.. So what you worried bout?
Clint: Well it ain't so much that i'm nervous. It's more or less, me and you have been down this road before with the tag gold Stone. We've always been on the top of the ladder, one rung from the gold, but we never can quite grasp it. Stone, how much longer can we keep chasing the same dream?
[This seems to hit a chord with the normally loud-mouthed Stone. How many times can one team keep chasing something so close to them, yet have it be so far away at the same time?]
Stone: Clint, I ain't really ever think about that to tell ya the truth. I mean, You is right, we always be chasin after them damn tag titles, but how many times we actually ever get em? Once.. That ain't a good ratio man.
Clint: Yeah, I know man. I know all too well. Most of our plots and schemes and tactics have failed... So Stone, I am proposing something, I am proposing something that would have never even been considered an option with us until now.
Stone: What's up? What ya got?
Clint: How bout we fight this one fair man? How bout we see if we can win these titles without having to cheat.
Stone: Well, I ain't ever think of that.
Clint: I was thinking for awhile last night. Didn't get much sleep, but I noticed that after all the cheating and all the plots and everything, look what we are left with man.. We have one two week title run and that's it..Other then disbanding D-X, but that wasn't even all of our doing ya know?
[Clint and Stone Sputter on into the city into the city of the Maple Leafs, Toronto! The city is refreshing from the middle-of-nowhere Comfort Inn they are currently staying at, but the change in scene doesn't do a whole helluva lot for the atmosphere inside the van.]
Stone: Ya, I hear ya. You honestly think we gonna be able to pull out a win wit'out cheatin-n-such?
Clint: That's why I proposed it Stone. I want to see if we are really good enough to fight without having to resort to cheap tactics to do it. The only time we should use those tactics is if they are being used on us.
Stone: Well ya know dem damn Doomies gonna try somethin, they got a big night an'they gonna do damn near anything they can ta keep them tag tittles around they waists.
Clint: Well if they resort to tactics... we will resort to them, ONLY to counter them. Or we will outsmart them and out wrestle them.
Stone: The Untouchables is out for money and blood.. Look at em now, they gots lots to prove in this match.
Clint: That will be their misleading light. They will not be thinking clearly.. They will be thinking on instinct alone, and that isn't going to win them any tag gold.
Stone: The Next Generation also something to prove, being thrown into a match with three of the best teams.
Clint: They will prove that they can hang with the tag team lords.. But they will not win, It's not in the books for them at SS... They are there to prove that they can surf with the vets, nothing more... nothing less.
[Clint pulls up to an unmarked building, parking near the curb. The van stops, engine cutting out.]
Clint: Stone, If we can't beat these teams without cheating, If we truly aren't better then those teams in this match, then I am not sure if I want to continue on in the wrestling world. What else is there for me if we can't beat these teams? I will not chase those tag titles the rest of my career, and I do not wish to persue a singles career...unless I win the SS match..
Stone: What ya sayin Clint?
Clint: Stone, .. If we can't win those tag titles, maybe we should disband and go our seperate ways.
[This hits Stone hard, as he looks down at the floor of the van, considering what his half brother has just said.. Stone doesn't want to stop the Cowboys, but deep down inside of him Stone knows that they can not chase it forever..]
Stone: Damn...
Clint: It'd only be best for us Stone.. It ain't like we'd be leavin each others side for good, I'd never do that to ya, but this is almost the last resort for us bro. We both gotta either put up, or take our ball and go home..
Stone: Well bro, I ain't bout ready ta bring dat ball home! Those tag belts is commin back with us Clint. Ain't no way in hell they gonna stay on dem Doomies!
Clint: I hope you're right Stone. I hope you're right.
[Clint opens his door and walks out into the street, stretchin some. Stone opens his door and steps onto the sidewalk, slammin his door. Clint walks around the van and onto the sidewalk next to his brother.]
Clint: Im gonna go for a walk around the city, go see where the food joints are and cell me.
Stone: Aight.
[They go opposite directions, with us following Clint.]
Clint: I hope...no no no... I know we can bring them tag titles home with us again. There's no way we can't. Billy and Tommy can talk all the garbage they want... Truth is though Billy, this is one bull that doesn't miss what he's going after. I hit my target every time partner... and you're the biggest target in this match for me. Tommy, you're all talk and only half the damn walk.. But Billy, I do wish ya well on your match with Ravager, I mean... You'll have lost one belt.. Next Gen and The Untouchables.. You're both an X factor in this match, because for me personally... Defeating the DoomRiders is all I really care about..
[Clint stops at a corner, waiting for the traffic.]
Clint: As far as the SS match itself is concerned, Well... Clints never really known what it feels like to have a taste at a singles life... and right now I am not interested.. That don't mean though that I won't try my damndest to get as far in that thing as I can. Sole Survivor is comming forth, and I will brave this storm with everything I have... Because this is one cowboy that ain't ready to ride off into the sunset!
[With those last words from Clint Zellor, the scene fades to pitch black....For possibly close to the last time? Who knows....]