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Hex Angel
Guest
"He said it before Battle of the Belts, and it rang off my ear in a very unpleasant way."
FADEIN on Eli Flair, sitting outside his condo in Los Angeles. He's got the o-fish-al CSWA15 T-shirt on, and a pair of black cutoff sweatpants. He looks fairly healthy considering he just wrestled in a high profile pay per view match, but the (for the most part) lack of foreign objects against Evan Aho was a welcome change.
"Shane Southern said someone up there wanted Eli Flair to be the number one contender. Who was that, Shane? God? Allah? Merritt? Santa Claus?"
"Eli Flair wanted it, that's who. And I don't know if Aho was distracted, if he was intentionally holding back, or just didn't have his heart in things, but I want him to know that any time - any time he wants another go, I'm all for it."
"But this isn't about Shane Southern, and this isn't about Evan Aho. This is about Mark Windham and Eli Flair. Two men who have nothing to prove to each other, to anyone else in the CSWA, or to the fans in general. But two men whom fate has tapped to face off once more for the biggest prize in the sport."
"It was the match you and I had last year, as well as the match you had with Eddy Love, Mark... that prompted Merritt to give you your shot at Evan Aho. And I'm willing to bet, Mark... you shocked everyone in the wrestling world when you came out on top."
"Everyone but me. I knew you still had it in ya. Y'don't wrestle someone as good as that and not get a sense of what they still have to offer."
"But somewhere along the way... you lost your passion again. Call it a by- product of the Awakening, call it apathy for a wrestling promotion that takes three months off to plan its new season, call it whatever you want. But it's obvious to me that your heart just isn't into it."
"You said once, a long time ago... that 'The Awakening' has begun. But look what it's gotten you. Ostracized from your daughter. Ostracized from your brother. Ostracized from your best friend. You've got Sunshine... but where is she, Mark? Was it worth it?"
"Was any of it worth it?"
"I look at you, Mark... and I know what I looked like three years ago. Two years ago, even... before my own awakening. I wonder what it'll take for you to find your way home, and I wonder if you have the strength."
"No. I know you have the strength. I wonder if you have the desire to find your way home. Keep looking for it, Mark..."
"... but while you're looking, get ready. Because I don't plan to hold back a bit in Anaheim. And by the look of things... there will be precious little you can do, at all, to stop me."
FADE
FADEIN on Eli Flair, sitting outside his condo in Los Angeles. He's got the o-fish-al CSWA15 T-shirt on, and a pair of black cutoff sweatpants. He looks fairly healthy considering he just wrestled in a high profile pay per view match, but the (for the most part) lack of foreign objects against Evan Aho was a welcome change.
"Shane Southern said someone up there wanted Eli Flair to be the number one contender. Who was that, Shane? God? Allah? Merritt? Santa Claus?"
"Eli Flair wanted it, that's who. And I don't know if Aho was distracted, if he was intentionally holding back, or just didn't have his heart in things, but I want him to know that any time - any time he wants another go, I'm all for it."
"But this isn't about Shane Southern, and this isn't about Evan Aho. This is about Mark Windham and Eli Flair. Two men who have nothing to prove to each other, to anyone else in the CSWA, or to the fans in general. But two men whom fate has tapped to face off once more for the biggest prize in the sport."
"It was the match you and I had last year, as well as the match you had with Eddy Love, Mark... that prompted Merritt to give you your shot at Evan Aho. And I'm willing to bet, Mark... you shocked everyone in the wrestling world when you came out on top."
"Everyone but me. I knew you still had it in ya. Y'don't wrestle someone as good as that and not get a sense of what they still have to offer."
"But somewhere along the way... you lost your passion again. Call it a by- product of the Awakening, call it apathy for a wrestling promotion that takes three months off to plan its new season, call it whatever you want. But it's obvious to me that your heart just isn't into it."
"You said once, a long time ago... that 'The Awakening' has begun. But look what it's gotten you. Ostracized from your daughter. Ostracized from your brother. Ostracized from your best friend. You've got Sunshine... but where is she, Mark? Was it worth it?"
"Was any of it worth it?"
"I look at you, Mark... and I know what I looked like three years ago. Two years ago, even... before my own awakening. I wonder what it'll take for you to find your way home, and I wonder if you have the strength."
"No. I know you have the strength. I wonder if you have the desire to find your way home. Keep looking for it, Mark..."
"... but while you're looking, get ready. Because I don't plan to hold back a bit in Anaheim. And by the look of things... there will be precious little you can do, at all, to stop me."
FADE