The scene begins at a hospital, many nurses and doctors rush past the camera. We then head into a room, with Hays laying down. His eyes closed, with a doctor by his bedside table. Holding a chart of some kind, marking things off, as Justin Cooper enters the room.
Cooper: How is he?
Doctor: Not well, he will need to stay here from several days.
(Cutting the doctor off ) Will he miss ring time?
Of course, I would say he may be out from 2 months at most. I would be pleased with that, considering things could have been worse.
My tag partner is hurt, and we were on our way to a Championship. How could things be worse then this. We all know who did it, everybody in the lockerroom knows it was Kurtesy and Holmes. Who else would do this, taking out the competition backstage is what they do. The Movement can't win fair, they have to dig their teeth in. So you don't try and stand up, give them a real fight.
I'm sorry to here that, but I can do nothing else.
We had our eyes on the tag titles, so close to our dream. Are you a fan of WZCW doctor?
I happen to watch it with my two sons, Mark and Jono.
I don't care what their names are sir. But the tag division was in desperate need of some class. We gave it that, Hays and I, we took it by the horns. We ran with it, and in just weeks, gained a shot for the titles. Only to be robbed now, just when we had gotten back on our feet. After the loss at All or Nothing, Hays and I had a talk. We watched tape, we trained together, did everything to prepare for the future. Then this happens, it makes me sick.
The competition was not on our level, you have a over weight sumo wrestler, who smells like the garbage out the back of a local chuckie cheese. He may even eat out of that garbage!
Then you have the Champions, a pair of no good, cheaters. Who can't handle a threat with respect. They have no balls, they hide behind each other. Crawling into a corner, wishing the troubles would just go away. Holmes and Kurtesy are no Champs, just Chumps. And Doug Crashin, what a fool, he had to fake an injury. Why not just say your to scared, to face the new generation. Running away because you don't want to be beat by rookies.
But all the hopes, all the dreams. They have been halted, and I must find a new home. A new goal, a new division. Any suggestions doc?
I've been watching the Mayhem division of late, and they have a new Champion. I believe he is a rookie, just like you.
Oh, how could I forget. Young mister Ferbian gained his first win this past week. To bad he didn't earn it. Just another loser, like the rest of them. He was picked out off a wheel. What right does that give him to say "I'm a Champion, yay me".
He has no right, to say "he should be the top dog in that division". He couldn't even be the top dog in a shelter of homeless guys. If we ever did meet, the outcome would be clear. I would send him back on that losing streak, and take that title right from his hands.
Please Excuse me, I have some other patients to attend to.
They shake hands, as the doctor walks away, Cooper sits beside Hays. He is still, and sleeping. Cooper sits back in a chair, but then suddenly leans forward.
I will gain vengeance on them, I will show them just who the hell we are. But first, I take down Sherman. He is just a sheep in this, a pawn in the plan. I will gain entry to Lethal Lottery, and throw each and every other guy in that match, over the top rope. To show that we are the best from our society. Johnny boy, is going to need his Australian humour after his loss. He can go back to his Internet, and Indy fans, where they will chant his name. The guy thinks he a star, just wait till he meets me. I'll knock the swag right out of him.
Then, I'll write his Final Verse.
Cooper sits back, as he grabs a newspaper to read.
