Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Mar 24, 2007 10:51:28 GMT -5
[The plane had landed in Windsor not to long after the last feed from the Sick One’s latest testimony. Tommy Deathrow continued to terrorize the Flight Attendants as he tried to serenade them a love song out of a cracking vocal passage. Billy said his goodbye’s quickly. He was to call Tommy the moment he’d get into Toronto.
He was only staying the day. So Billy had a Greyhound bus pass with a one way trip booked to Toronto at five o’clock Eastern Standard Time. He had roughly four and a half hours before his bus left, so he made his plans and grabbed his carry on bag.
WINDSOR was a dirty city these days. I mean, it’s clean and all but it’s nothing to be proud of. It shares the most polluted great lake with one of the most industrious U.S. cities in the Country. So, dirt happens. But it was defiantly a different scene from the one that Billy left over a decade ago. The city streets were a little more beat up, the transit system had a make-over and now hosted a variety of new and brand new buses. There were a few parks that seemed fairly green, even after the winter, in the flourishing downtown area. It was nice to see green in a province that has so many people that green space is fading to cold hard slabs of grey.
He took a cab to an undisclosed area. Away from the rustle and bustle of the downtown core, and into a section of the city that was built for middle class homes. Billy got out of the cab and looked around. He’d found his old stomping ground. For whatever the reason, Billy seemed to need this time to just be quiet and just think. I don’t think his intention was to ever find his parents when he came here. I think it was more of a letting go thing, then anything.
He strolled around the neighborhood, passing an old school, which caught his attention for a brief while. Memories of fights, girls and bullies, battling with the ever-branding images of the dodge ball games, the laughter and the carrying on. There were snowmen who had melted down to mushy stumps of muddy snow, amplifying the wide open space, as free as a child’s mind.
After stopping for a coffee on a coffee shop in the middle of the neighborhood, Billy stopped dead in his tracks and took a good hard look at one of the houses. It was his old house. Memories of the terror, the caring and the devil bounced though Billy’s head. It didn’t phase him however. His face wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad. It was just, straight. As if he’d needed to see this for a long time.
He muttered something to himself. Something along the lines of “I don’t regret…” and then it muzzled into silence. There was no one home. The driveway was empty, and there didn’t appear to be movement from inside the house. The thought of his first blood lust, and his first beating undoubtedly went through his head in the passing moments. Maybe he doesn’t regret leaving home. He was too confident as he stood there.
Billy’s visit home, although silent and scenic, was inspirational to him. His spirits were high in the air, regardless. No reunion was needed. Just a moment for him to go back and reflect upon what has lead him to NAPW and his current situation.
In a sign of growth as a person, Billy seemingly has come to terms with his destructive passed before he got into the game that he has worked so hard for. Maybe he’d come to terms with the idea that if he hadn’t walked away from his family, he’d never be here now. A man and a Warrior. Standing with pride, honour and a clear vision to what he believes is his righteous calling.
After gazing over the scenery for a few moments longer, he pulled out his phone to dial a Taxi. Within minutes a taxi with an advertising wrap for Allan’s Adult Emporium pulled up beside him, eventually bringing him to the bus station. He paid the fair in full, leaving a healthy tip and a new friend behind. He looked over the station for Platform 4 which already had the bus to Toronto ready and waiting.
Boarding the bus within the line up of people, who have no idea who he is and what importance he has to the city of Windsor, Billy takes a seat beside a businessman. The man is dressed in a nice suit with a yellow and striped tie. The man was bald. Shaved by a bic razor after the realization the man realized his hair was leaving him prematurely. I guess amplifying the fact that we all have little secrets we try to hide.
Billy sits calmly and rests his head back on the seat.
“My names Doug.” The bald man says as he extends his hand outward for a handshake.
Billy opens his eyes and looks over at the man who is grinning a sly smile like he would in any corporate board room. Billy smirks and shakes his hand. An instant sell. Billy and Doug talk about the weather, the war and everything in between as the bus sped down the 401, making stops in London, and Woodstock before eventually merging with 403 all the way to Toronto.
TORONTO: The Toronto metropolitan area is a little country on it’s own. Many towns from Milton and Mississauga to Pickering and New Market are considered to be part of the Greater Toronto Area. Cultures of all kinds are walking around the downtown area at Bay and Young where the bus dropped Billy off. The Phone call had already been made for Tommy Deathrow to meet him at the bus station. It was well into the night now, as the sun and moon had traded places hours beforehand. It’s cool now, but there is literally no snow to be found. The mild weather ushered out the snowy cold a few days prior.
Tommy is standing on the platform, as a group of Muslim women walk past him. He proudly checks them out, regardless whether their draping garb has everything but their eyes covered. Billy steps off the bus, as Tommy smiles and lifts a bag that is in his left hand. It’s rattle sounds like bottles of liquor clanging against each other.]
Tommy: I got us some booze!
Billy: Ha Ha, sweet man, that’s awesome.
Tommy: And that Bovine Sex Club? Holy (BLEEP)ing Shit. I love this (BLEEP)ing city.
Billy: Ha Ha, I figured you’d like it.
Tommy: How was your stop in Windsor?
Billy: It was damn good. A lot better then I expected.
Tommy: You never told me why you got off there. I figured it had something to do with your family. So I won’t ask to much about it, because I really don’t give a shit.
Billy: Good, there’s not much to tell about my family anyway. I didn’t even see them. I just wanted to go back to my old city while I was in the area. It’s been so long man. It’s so different there. It’s unbelievable.
Tommy: Yeah, it’s probably a filth pit like Detroit is. (BLEEP)ing dirty pigs.
Billy: Yeah it’s a bit haggard, but then again – it never was the greatest city. It’s always been (BLEEP)ing busy because of that border. I swear, Canadian do not live in Windsor. It’s all Americans who moved over. It was good though. I saw my old school, my old neighborhood and my old house.
Tommy: How nice for you… (BLEEP) you’re a sap for the sentimental.
Billy: Hey man, we all got skeletons in our closets. My family and Windsor as a whole is one of those skeletons for me. You can’t blame me for wanting to check it out after so long. I had business to settle.
Tommy: Business? What business? You had a shitty childhood. So what. Who didn’t? I mean, Christ.
Billy: Until recently, I’d have beat the shit out of you for thinking that. The notion that I should just “shrug” it off, always pissed me off. I mean, how could I just shrug off the fact that I don’t have a family anymore because I couldn’t stand being beaten on and by that son of a bitch that I called a father. It was (BLEEP)ing tough.
Tommy: Yeah, yeah. Boo Hoo Sunshine.
Billy: You’re right though. I realized a lot of things when I was in Windsor. It was really helpful to me. And just because I had some wounds to mend, doesn’t mean I’m a pussy. You make it sound like I’m a big (BLEEP)ing (BLEEP) because of it.
Tommy: Hey, I never said you were a (BLEEP). I’m just saying you’re a mushy bastard.
Billy: Ha ha, (BLEEP) you. I’d still run right over you SUPERSTAR.
Tommy: Yeah, You say that now. But wait till we throw down again. It won’t be like the Taipei match. I’ll just project a chick flick on the arena wall and hand you flowers and you’d weep yourself into a three count.
Billy: Ha ha, you’re an idiot.
[Billy punches Tommy in the shoulder, with enough force to push him over a little bit. Tommy almost falls into a group of girls who immediately over react and pull out the drama card. One gets in Tommy’s face. Tommy snickers and tries to pick her up but she immediately shoots him down.
Billy grabs his arm and pulls him toward him,]
Billy: Let’s go grab a drink or something. It’s been a (BLEEP) of a long day.
[Billy and Tommy wander off as the camera follows them down to a nearby English pub called The Frog and Firken. They sit down and Billy orders two of his favourite beers from a Toronto owned and operated beer company called Steamwhistle. He pops open the bottles and orders up two orders of nacho’s with beef and extra guacamole.
Deathrow is already sitting at a table with big wooden benches and red carpeting underneath it. There are code of arms everywhere and various memorabilia from England. Tommy is occupying himself by throwing around a salt shaker. It seems he’s already had a few when he was visiting the classy Bovine.]
Billy: So, give me your take on my match with Ravager.
Tommy: What the (BLEEP) for? You’re fighting two matches, people think your insane and essentially you could cost us the tag team titles because you’re head might not be in the game. What’s to talk about?
Billy: Do you think I can kick his ass, or what?
Tommy: (BLEEP) yeah I think you can kick his ass. But I don’t know if you’re going to kick his ass at Sole Survivor.
Billy: What do you mean?
Tommy: Let me put it to you this way. If you don’t bring your all in the match for the tag team gold… If you cause us to lose those titles, because you’re head ins’t in the game? Then I’m going to break your legs and you won’t even make it to your match with Ravager. It’s either I keep my gold or I break someone’s bones.
Billy: Don’t worry about me letting this team down. Give me a break. I’m a Doomrider first and foremost and I’m packing my Alpha game for that match. But besides that, do you think I can take Ravager?
Tommy: Yeah, I think you can beat Ravagers ass ten ways from Sunday. (BLEEP), let me do it. I don’t want the belt, I got my own. But I’d love to go toe to toe with the champ, just to show him that he ain’t as good as he claims.
Billy: Oh he’s good man. He’s damn good. I’m really looking forward to this. I can’t (BLEEP)ing wait to get him into the ring. I’m a whole new man these days. The Doomriders are a whole new team. Just as dangerous, but more mature and a (BLEEP) of a lot more skilled.
Tommy: (BLEEP) yeah, I’m Mr. Cripple Crossface. My technical prowess is unbeatable. Ha Ha. Maybe you, but I’m still all about meat and potatoes. I don’t need anything but these two clubs to knock any mother (BLEEP)er off his game. You can have your technical game. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Billy: You know what man? So much has changed. We’ve went from the guys who couldn’t get it done, to the guys who got it done and now we’re dominating. I went from rags to riches and now I’m going for the top strap in the company. It’s unreal.
Tommy: You know what’s unreal? The amount of time it takes for these (BLEEP)ers to make us some nacho’s. Jesus Christ.
[Billy basically ignores Tommy’s argument on slow service and continues on his rant.]
Billy: I mean, ever since I broke my neck I’ve been busting my ass and finally I get my chance to jump to the head of this company. I know there’s a lot of shit that’s going against me, but this is my home province. This is the town I trained in. The town I made home for two years of my life. I love this place. I’d love nothing better then showing how much I’ve improved over the year… and how much I’ve grown, to the city that started me off on the right foot. Maybe it wasn’t the best start, but right now – who gives a (BLEEP). I got tag gold around my waist and a heavyweight title that I can see strapped over my shoulder.
[Tommy continues yammering on in the background.]
Tommy: And another thing. They don’t serve Screaming Vikings at the Bovine. That was one of the few flaws I noticed when I was there. No (BLEEP)ing Vikings. I mean, what kind of a bar doesn’t serve that? For (BLEEP) Sakes.
But yeah, you deserve to go for the Heavyweight title. Fine. There, I said it. Happy now?
Billy: Yeah.
Tommy: Good. Now don’t just talk about it. (BLEEP)ing do it. If you think can run the gauntlet, then do it. If you believe that you can bring all you have to that tag match and we can defend those belts successfully and then go beat Ravagers ass, then so be it. You have my blessing.
Billy: I won’t let the team down. I know, I’ve thought about that happening though. I’ve thought about losing the tag titles and losing the heavyweight title chance in one night. It’s crossed my mind a dozen times. It seems almost impossible for me to pull it off. But as far as I’m concerned, I’ve already been through the impossible and I’ve graduate with flying colours. I’ve stood in the face of adversity before. I’ve taken beating upon beating. I’ve suffered loss after loss. Both in and out of the ring and it’s only made me (BLEEP)ing stronger. It’s gave me a great sense of in ring work and the outlook that I can accomplish anything that I put my mind too.
Our opponents in the tag match are brutal, sure. But I can hold my own with any of those chumps any (BLEEP)ing day of the week. Then after we make short work of them, I’ll push all of my pride and honour into my energy system and I’ll take Ravager to limits he didn’t even know he had and break right through them.
I’m going to stretch Ravager and beat on him, like he was my piece of shit father and make him feel all of the left over, pent up angst that I had towards him. I am painting him with a giant red X, and whether believes I can snipe him or not – I will. I will take him down and slam his brains into the mat and take home that title.
I will not let him get in my way. I will not let him stop me from completing the goal I set for myself. Winning both matches isn’t impossible. It’s Possible because I will NOT stop. I will beat Ravager and gain top spot on the NAPW home front so I can lead the new generation of wrestler into one of the greatest years of NAPW’s existence .
Tommy: The Year of the Doomrider.
Billy: (BLEEP)ing Eh!
Tommy: But that’s all good and shit. And I know you’ll go in there swinging, but now I have to win me a singles title to make it even. Whether it be in that new REBEL or in NAPW. I need singles gold too. (BLEEP), maybe I should go after the provincial title.
Billy: Do it. Go after who ever has it. If we want to make an impact, why not hold as many titles as we possibly can. We need to make these other wrestlers know who’s the leaders of the new NAPW.
[Billy’s phone rings and vibrates in his pocket. He takes it out and answers it, in one motion. He talks for a moment and hangs it up.
Tommy looks across at Billy who is smiling.]
Tommy: Who was that?
Billy: Han.
Tommy: The Trainer?
Billy: Yeah, I called him on the bus. He just got back to me.
Tommy: And?
Billy: He’s meeting us tomorrow at 9 am.
Tommy: 9 am? (BLEEP) you! Do I never get to sleep in anymore? Jesus Christ.
Billy: You’ll live.
[With that, the nacho’s have made their arrival known as the sexy 19 year old sever bounces across the room with all the cleavage in Playboy bubbling about. She sets down the nacho’s and Billy and Tommy dig into the feast.
The camera draws back as it closes to black.]
He was only staying the day. So Billy had a Greyhound bus pass with a one way trip booked to Toronto at five o’clock Eastern Standard Time. He had roughly four and a half hours before his bus left, so he made his plans and grabbed his carry on bag.
WINDSOR was a dirty city these days. I mean, it’s clean and all but it’s nothing to be proud of. It shares the most polluted great lake with one of the most industrious U.S. cities in the Country. So, dirt happens. But it was defiantly a different scene from the one that Billy left over a decade ago. The city streets were a little more beat up, the transit system had a make-over and now hosted a variety of new and brand new buses. There were a few parks that seemed fairly green, even after the winter, in the flourishing downtown area. It was nice to see green in a province that has so many people that green space is fading to cold hard slabs of grey.
He took a cab to an undisclosed area. Away from the rustle and bustle of the downtown core, and into a section of the city that was built for middle class homes. Billy got out of the cab and looked around. He’d found his old stomping ground. For whatever the reason, Billy seemed to need this time to just be quiet and just think. I don’t think his intention was to ever find his parents when he came here. I think it was more of a letting go thing, then anything.
He strolled around the neighborhood, passing an old school, which caught his attention for a brief while. Memories of fights, girls and bullies, battling with the ever-branding images of the dodge ball games, the laughter and the carrying on. There were snowmen who had melted down to mushy stumps of muddy snow, amplifying the wide open space, as free as a child’s mind.
After stopping for a coffee on a coffee shop in the middle of the neighborhood, Billy stopped dead in his tracks and took a good hard look at one of the houses. It was his old house. Memories of the terror, the caring and the devil bounced though Billy’s head. It didn’t phase him however. His face wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad. It was just, straight. As if he’d needed to see this for a long time.
He muttered something to himself. Something along the lines of “I don’t regret…” and then it muzzled into silence. There was no one home. The driveway was empty, and there didn’t appear to be movement from inside the house. The thought of his first blood lust, and his first beating undoubtedly went through his head in the passing moments. Maybe he doesn’t regret leaving home. He was too confident as he stood there.
Billy’s visit home, although silent and scenic, was inspirational to him. His spirits were high in the air, regardless. No reunion was needed. Just a moment for him to go back and reflect upon what has lead him to NAPW and his current situation.
In a sign of growth as a person, Billy seemingly has come to terms with his destructive passed before he got into the game that he has worked so hard for. Maybe he’d come to terms with the idea that if he hadn’t walked away from his family, he’d never be here now. A man and a Warrior. Standing with pride, honour and a clear vision to what he believes is his righteous calling.
After gazing over the scenery for a few moments longer, he pulled out his phone to dial a Taxi. Within minutes a taxi with an advertising wrap for Allan’s Adult Emporium pulled up beside him, eventually bringing him to the bus station. He paid the fair in full, leaving a healthy tip and a new friend behind. He looked over the station for Platform 4 which already had the bus to Toronto ready and waiting.
Boarding the bus within the line up of people, who have no idea who he is and what importance he has to the city of Windsor, Billy takes a seat beside a businessman. The man is dressed in a nice suit with a yellow and striped tie. The man was bald. Shaved by a bic razor after the realization the man realized his hair was leaving him prematurely. I guess amplifying the fact that we all have little secrets we try to hide.
Billy sits calmly and rests his head back on the seat.
“My names Doug.” The bald man says as he extends his hand outward for a handshake.
Billy opens his eyes and looks over at the man who is grinning a sly smile like he would in any corporate board room. Billy smirks and shakes his hand. An instant sell. Billy and Doug talk about the weather, the war and everything in between as the bus sped down the 401, making stops in London, and Woodstock before eventually merging with 403 all the way to Toronto.
TORONTO: The Toronto metropolitan area is a little country on it’s own. Many towns from Milton and Mississauga to Pickering and New Market are considered to be part of the Greater Toronto Area. Cultures of all kinds are walking around the downtown area at Bay and Young where the bus dropped Billy off. The Phone call had already been made for Tommy Deathrow to meet him at the bus station. It was well into the night now, as the sun and moon had traded places hours beforehand. It’s cool now, but there is literally no snow to be found. The mild weather ushered out the snowy cold a few days prior.
Tommy is standing on the platform, as a group of Muslim women walk past him. He proudly checks them out, regardless whether their draping garb has everything but their eyes covered. Billy steps off the bus, as Tommy smiles and lifts a bag that is in his left hand. It’s rattle sounds like bottles of liquor clanging against each other.]
Tommy: I got us some booze!
Billy: Ha Ha, sweet man, that’s awesome.
Tommy: And that Bovine Sex Club? Holy (BLEEP)ing Shit. I love this (BLEEP)ing city.
Billy: Ha Ha, I figured you’d like it.
Tommy: How was your stop in Windsor?
Billy: It was damn good. A lot better then I expected.
Tommy: You never told me why you got off there. I figured it had something to do with your family. So I won’t ask to much about it, because I really don’t give a shit.
Billy: Good, there’s not much to tell about my family anyway. I didn’t even see them. I just wanted to go back to my old city while I was in the area. It’s been so long man. It’s so different there. It’s unbelievable.
Tommy: Yeah, it’s probably a filth pit like Detroit is. (BLEEP)ing dirty pigs.
Billy: Yeah it’s a bit haggard, but then again – it never was the greatest city. It’s always been (BLEEP)ing busy because of that border. I swear, Canadian do not live in Windsor. It’s all Americans who moved over. It was good though. I saw my old school, my old neighborhood and my old house.
Tommy: How nice for you… (BLEEP) you’re a sap for the sentimental.
Billy: Hey man, we all got skeletons in our closets. My family and Windsor as a whole is one of those skeletons for me. You can’t blame me for wanting to check it out after so long. I had business to settle.
Tommy: Business? What business? You had a shitty childhood. So what. Who didn’t? I mean, Christ.
Billy: Until recently, I’d have beat the shit out of you for thinking that. The notion that I should just “shrug” it off, always pissed me off. I mean, how could I just shrug off the fact that I don’t have a family anymore because I couldn’t stand being beaten on and by that son of a bitch that I called a father. It was (BLEEP)ing tough.
Tommy: Yeah, yeah. Boo Hoo Sunshine.
Billy: You’re right though. I realized a lot of things when I was in Windsor. It was really helpful to me. And just because I had some wounds to mend, doesn’t mean I’m a pussy. You make it sound like I’m a big (BLEEP)ing (BLEEP) because of it.
Tommy: Hey, I never said you were a (BLEEP). I’m just saying you’re a mushy bastard.
Billy: Ha ha, (BLEEP) you. I’d still run right over you SUPERSTAR.
Tommy: Yeah, You say that now. But wait till we throw down again. It won’t be like the Taipei match. I’ll just project a chick flick on the arena wall and hand you flowers and you’d weep yourself into a three count.
Billy: Ha ha, you’re an idiot.
[Billy punches Tommy in the shoulder, with enough force to push him over a little bit. Tommy almost falls into a group of girls who immediately over react and pull out the drama card. One gets in Tommy’s face. Tommy snickers and tries to pick her up but she immediately shoots him down.
Billy grabs his arm and pulls him toward him,]
Billy: Let’s go grab a drink or something. It’s been a (BLEEP) of a long day.
[Billy and Tommy wander off as the camera follows them down to a nearby English pub called The Frog and Firken. They sit down and Billy orders two of his favourite beers from a Toronto owned and operated beer company called Steamwhistle. He pops open the bottles and orders up two orders of nacho’s with beef and extra guacamole.
Deathrow is already sitting at a table with big wooden benches and red carpeting underneath it. There are code of arms everywhere and various memorabilia from England. Tommy is occupying himself by throwing around a salt shaker. It seems he’s already had a few when he was visiting the classy Bovine.]
Billy: So, give me your take on my match with Ravager.
Tommy: What the (BLEEP) for? You’re fighting two matches, people think your insane and essentially you could cost us the tag team titles because you’re head might not be in the game. What’s to talk about?
Billy: Do you think I can kick his ass, or what?
Tommy: (BLEEP) yeah I think you can kick his ass. But I don’t know if you’re going to kick his ass at Sole Survivor.
Billy: What do you mean?
Tommy: Let me put it to you this way. If you don’t bring your all in the match for the tag team gold… If you cause us to lose those titles, because you’re head ins’t in the game? Then I’m going to break your legs and you won’t even make it to your match with Ravager. It’s either I keep my gold or I break someone’s bones.
Billy: Don’t worry about me letting this team down. Give me a break. I’m a Doomrider first and foremost and I’m packing my Alpha game for that match. But besides that, do you think I can take Ravager?
Tommy: Yeah, I think you can beat Ravagers ass ten ways from Sunday. (BLEEP), let me do it. I don’t want the belt, I got my own. But I’d love to go toe to toe with the champ, just to show him that he ain’t as good as he claims.
Billy: Oh he’s good man. He’s damn good. I’m really looking forward to this. I can’t (BLEEP)ing wait to get him into the ring. I’m a whole new man these days. The Doomriders are a whole new team. Just as dangerous, but more mature and a (BLEEP) of a lot more skilled.
Tommy: (BLEEP) yeah, I’m Mr. Cripple Crossface. My technical prowess is unbeatable. Ha Ha. Maybe you, but I’m still all about meat and potatoes. I don’t need anything but these two clubs to knock any mother (BLEEP)er off his game. You can have your technical game. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Billy: You know what man? So much has changed. We’ve went from the guys who couldn’t get it done, to the guys who got it done and now we’re dominating. I went from rags to riches and now I’m going for the top strap in the company. It’s unreal.
Tommy: You know what’s unreal? The amount of time it takes for these (BLEEP)ers to make us some nacho’s. Jesus Christ.
[Billy basically ignores Tommy’s argument on slow service and continues on his rant.]
Billy: I mean, ever since I broke my neck I’ve been busting my ass and finally I get my chance to jump to the head of this company. I know there’s a lot of shit that’s going against me, but this is my home province. This is the town I trained in. The town I made home for two years of my life. I love this place. I’d love nothing better then showing how much I’ve improved over the year… and how much I’ve grown, to the city that started me off on the right foot. Maybe it wasn’t the best start, but right now – who gives a (BLEEP). I got tag gold around my waist and a heavyweight title that I can see strapped over my shoulder.
[Tommy continues yammering on in the background.]
Tommy: And another thing. They don’t serve Screaming Vikings at the Bovine. That was one of the few flaws I noticed when I was there. No (BLEEP)ing Vikings. I mean, what kind of a bar doesn’t serve that? For (BLEEP) Sakes.
But yeah, you deserve to go for the Heavyweight title. Fine. There, I said it. Happy now?
Billy: Yeah.
Tommy: Good. Now don’t just talk about it. (BLEEP)ing do it. If you think can run the gauntlet, then do it. If you believe that you can bring all you have to that tag match and we can defend those belts successfully and then go beat Ravagers ass, then so be it. You have my blessing.
Billy: I won’t let the team down. I know, I’ve thought about that happening though. I’ve thought about losing the tag titles and losing the heavyweight title chance in one night. It’s crossed my mind a dozen times. It seems almost impossible for me to pull it off. But as far as I’m concerned, I’ve already been through the impossible and I’ve graduate with flying colours. I’ve stood in the face of adversity before. I’ve taken beating upon beating. I’ve suffered loss after loss. Both in and out of the ring and it’s only made me (BLEEP)ing stronger. It’s gave me a great sense of in ring work and the outlook that I can accomplish anything that I put my mind too.
Our opponents in the tag match are brutal, sure. But I can hold my own with any of those chumps any (BLEEP)ing day of the week. Then after we make short work of them, I’ll push all of my pride and honour into my energy system and I’ll take Ravager to limits he didn’t even know he had and break right through them.
I’m going to stretch Ravager and beat on him, like he was my piece of shit father and make him feel all of the left over, pent up angst that I had towards him. I am painting him with a giant red X, and whether believes I can snipe him or not – I will. I will take him down and slam his brains into the mat and take home that title.
I will not let him get in my way. I will not let him stop me from completing the goal I set for myself. Winning both matches isn’t impossible. It’s Possible because I will NOT stop. I will beat Ravager and gain top spot on the NAPW home front so I can lead the new generation of wrestler into one of the greatest years of NAPW’s existence .
Tommy: The Year of the Doomrider.
Billy: (BLEEP)ing Eh!
Tommy: But that’s all good and shit. And I know you’ll go in there swinging, but now I have to win me a singles title to make it even. Whether it be in that new REBEL or in NAPW. I need singles gold too. (BLEEP), maybe I should go after the provincial title.
Billy: Do it. Go after who ever has it. If we want to make an impact, why not hold as many titles as we possibly can. We need to make these other wrestlers know who’s the leaders of the new NAPW.
[Billy’s phone rings and vibrates in his pocket. He takes it out and answers it, in one motion. He talks for a moment and hangs it up.
Tommy looks across at Billy who is smiling.]
Tommy: Who was that?
Billy: Han.
Tommy: The Trainer?
Billy: Yeah, I called him on the bus. He just got back to me.
Tommy: And?
Billy: He’s meeting us tomorrow at 9 am.
Tommy: 9 am? (BLEEP) you! Do I never get to sleep in anymore? Jesus Christ.
Billy: You’ll live.
[With that, the nacho’s have made their arrival known as the sexy 19 year old sever bounces across the room with all the cleavage in Playboy bubbling about. She sets down the nacho’s and Billy and Tommy dig into the feast.
The camera draws back as it closes to black.]