We're at the Kingdom Come aftershow, and Becky Serra is backstage looking for an interview. An orderly hands her a note, which she reads aloud.
Garth Black is on the roof, he would like to speak to you.
She stops reading.
Sigh, not this again, still I'll go and check
She goes up the stairwell to the roof of the building and sees that the fire escape door is being held open by a large rock. She looks outside, and sees Garth Black sitting on an air vent in the middle of the building. Sheapproaches him.
Hello, thanks for coming, I just wanted to get a few things off my chest.
There's not going to be any poetry is there?
No. I'm tired of the poetry. I'm tired of the jokes. I'm tired of haing to do everything myself. More tired than your bedsprings.
Your obviously not too tired of the jokes.
Obviously not. But I am tired of having to do everything myself. The Second Coming, well it's come and gone, and where am I? Still here. Still talking to you.
So there's no more Second Coming?
I just don't see it. Phoenix has let me down too many times. Look up at the sky, what do you see?
Err.. The moon, and a weird kind of yellowish glow.
Exactly, there's no stars. Look down at the street. All you see are these horrible street lights functional, but essentially eyesores. What are they even lighting up? Streets nobody goes down. Corners you stand on. That's it really.
What's your point?
My point is, is that Phoenix is like those street lights. There's nothing wrong about him, but being around him made me invisible. I was held back. If you go to Wales, where I'm from, you know what you see?
Whales?
Yes, Wales
No, I mean you see whales, you know big fish.
He stares at her for a moment in disbelief
No there aren't any whales in Wales.
Why is it called that then?
He shakes his head
The sky. What do you see when you look at the night sky?
Stars?
Finally! Yes, you see, that's me. I am a star. And without Phoenix's light pollution, people are going to see that. You look at my record with and without him, and you'll see.
Ok, so you're looking to go forward alone? Aren't you worried about the difference in styles?
Look, I've been here long enough to know that very few tag teams break up with both men prospering. I mean, look at where Big Dave is and look at where Ace David isn't. Even Titus took a long time away before coming back. I'm not going to be the Ace David. I'm not going to be Kyle Christiensen, I'm not going to be NorCal. Or Anthony Michaels. Phoenix can be like them if he wants. I'm going to be Garth Black and I will be better than that.
As for the difference in styles, I've had singles matches before, and I've won. I've had to do pretty much everything on my own in my life to this point, and I don't see why I can't do it in wrestling. This is my wrestling resurrection, and I will rise higher than I did before.
Ok. Well your first match is against Blade, who is riding high after his big win at Kingdom Come, what are your thoughts on him?
Well, medically I'm fine, and I won't suffer a heart attack, so he can't beat me.
But can you beat him?
Yes. He is swanning about this company like this business owes him something just because his dad said he had what it took. Well like father like son, I say. I had to work my way up to this company, and nobody has ever given me anything.
Every opportunity he has ever had has been handed to him on a silver platter, and now he's got another one. Now he's got a shot at some titles, that he got by fluke. Well, the chips are down now, and nobody, not medical mysteries, not your washed up father, not WZCW's powers that be are going to give him the winning hand. I'm not going to get given it either, I know a man high on his luck will be difficult.
But you know what, so was getting here. And I did it. So was becoming the tag team champion. And I did it. So is looking at your fae week in week out, but I do it. I don't fail because from every set back I come back stronger.
I want to win more titles in WZCW, of course I do. But I'd sooner earn mine, and work my way up the ranks by good, honest, hard work than to get my chance served up on a silver platter. He got his opportunity from a cardiac arrest. It's time for me to arrest his development.
Are you going back to the party?
In due course, Becky, in due course. If I return with you, people will think that I've joined the world's least exclusive band of buksvågers
What's a buksvåger?
Look it up.
She leaves him and returns down the stairwell. Garth waits a while, then looks up at the sky, before thoughtfully walking to the door. He picks the rock that was holding the door open and hurls it off the roof, hitting and smashing a streetlight. He looks up at the sky again before walking through the door and allowing it to slam behind him.
