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Four Corners of Hell Match for the X-treme Title.
Black vs. Winston vs. Clapper
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Full Circle
[[The Scene Opens... As it has some many times, the bright young face of Winston. A man that would come out here and run his mouth, but as we’ve seen in the past few months it’s not been the same ole same... that grin, seems like paper, like it’s been scripted. So where will the Winston saga turn this time? Only he knows, let’s here it...]]
“Here we go again...”
[[Smashing his mouth together as he shakes his head slowly back and forth...]]
“It’s as if my life in this wrestling world has went full circle. I came into this wrestling game, so green, not giving a sh*t this or that... Dallas Winston came into the game to have fun and kick a little butt while he was at it.”
[[Pause briefly...]]
“But, as I molded winning title after title... Match after match, drowning myself in bottle after bottle. I bought into the hype. I bought into all of the fame, fortunes... Hell, can you blame me? A poor little white boy from Tulsa, Oklahoma, made it.. and all I did was spit in the face of everyone and everything that helped me.”
[[Shaking his head, a bit disgusted...]]
“All this coming out and disrespecting the fans, my friends, my family... I’m embarrassed in myself actually. Stepping out in front of thousands of people live and millions watching over the world, drunk, acting stupid, and just plain making a fool out of myself. Calling myself a “Messiah”...”
[[Pausing only to let it soak in...]]
“I’ve not even won a match in awhile because I believed in all this hype. I believed in just being Dallas Winston would win me a match, titles, and all of the glory. But, as I’ve thought about the past few days, it doesn’t. You got to work in this game. I worked my ass off to get to the point I was at, only to act like a damn fool an fall of the map.”
“If I’ve learned anything in this business... It’s no matter how hard you try, some guy is waiting in the wings, working harder, waiting on his shot... That one shot to take you out. That’s what I use to be a hunter and all I’ve become is weak minded prey for any kind of predator to knock me off... And when play this game, wrestling game or even the game of life... Each day you have to work harder and harder not to get knocked off... like that.”
[[Snapping his fingers...]]
“I got a call from a long time friend not to long ago, a part time trainer. A man that got me into Superior Championship Wrestling. We chatted for hours on top of hours and he pointed a lot of things out to me. Maybe he got to me just in time, while I’m still young. And he said four simple words that’ll I never forget...”
“You’re acting like jackass!”
“And it’s simple... I am, but it’s a new beginning in this chapter, the chapter of Dallas Winston’s life... No more of this “Messiah” stuff... No more of this, “I won this and that”... It’s a clean slate. I’m just Dallas Winston the kid from Tulsa, Oklahoma... Looking to spark some interest, go out there and entertain the fans...”
[[Pausing...]]
“And what a time to start... Pay Per View, Global Warfare. Four corners match with the Extreme Title on the line. The three hundred and sixty degree circle is complete... and no we won’t see “The Messiah”, or the ‘ooooh everyone owes me something’ Winston, no we’re all going to see a man that has been fighting to get out since I started three years ago in this business...the hungry Dallas Winston is back.”
[[And the scene is black...]]
[[The Scene Opens... As it has some many times, the bright young face of Winston. A man that would come out here and run his mouth, but as we’ve seen in the past few months it’s not been the same ole same... that grin, seems like paper, like it’s been scripted. So where will the Winston saga turn this time? Only he knows, let’s here it...]]
“Here we go again...”
[[Smashing his mouth together as he shakes his head slowly back and forth...]]
“It’s as if my life in this wrestling world has went full circle. I came into this wrestling game, so green, not giving a sh*t this or that... Dallas Winston came into the game to have fun and kick a little butt while he was at it.”
[[Pause briefly...]]
“But, as I molded winning title after title... Match after match, drowning myself in bottle after bottle. I bought into the hype. I bought into all of the fame, fortunes... Hell, can you blame me? A poor little white boy from Tulsa, Oklahoma, made it.. and all I did was spit in the face of everyone and everything that helped me.”
[[Shaking his head, a bit disgusted...]]
“All this coming out and disrespecting the fans, my friends, my family... I’m embarrassed in myself actually. Stepping out in front of thousands of people live and millions watching over the world, drunk, acting stupid, and just plain making a fool out of myself. Calling myself a “Messiah”...”
[[Pausing only to let it soak in...]]
“I’ve not even won a match in awhile because I believed in all this hype. I believed in just being Dallas Winston would win me a match, titles, and all of the glory. But, as I’ve thought about the past few days, it doesn’t. You got to work in this game. I worked my ass off to get to the point I was at, only to act like a damn fool an fall of the map.”
“If I’ve learned anything in this business... It’s no matter how hard you try, some guy is waiting in the wings, working harder, waiting on his shot... That one shot to take you out. That’s what I use to be a hunter and all I’ve become is weak minded prey for any kind of predator to knock me off... And when play this game, wrestling game or even the game of life... Each day you have to work harder and harder not to get knocked off... like that.”
[[Snapping his fingers...]]
“I got a call from a long time friend not to long ago, a part time trainer. A man that got me into Superior Championship Wrestling. We chatted for hours on top of hours and he pointed a lot of things out to me. Maybe he got to me just in time, while I’m still young. And he said four simple words that’ll I never forget...”
“You’re acting like jackass!”
“And it’s simple... I am, but it’s a new beginning in this chapter, the chapter of Dallas Winston’s life... No more of this “Messiah” stuff... No more of this, “I won this and that”... It’s a clean slate. I’m just Dallas Winston the kid from Tulsa, Oklahoma... Looking to spark some interest, go out there and entertain the fans...”
[[Pausing...]]
“And what a time to start... Pay Per View, Global Warfare. Four corners match with the Extreme Title on the line. The three hundred and sixty degree circle is complete... and no we won’t see “The Messiah”, or the ‘ooooh everyone owes me something’ Winston, no we’re all going to see a man that has been fighting to get out since I started three years ago in this business...the hungry Dallas Winston is back.”
[[And the scene is black...]]
A Wednesday Morning at Clapper's Pad
Holy crap, how long had it been...
It was Guy who delivered the news that Wednesday morning, around 10. Clapper, as usual, was asleep. It was a phenomenal contradiction of nature, to sleep as much as he did. In the early days, when Clapper was active, it seemed that he wasn't a man that NEEDED rest. But like a bear in the winter time, Clapper finally got tired to sitting next to the phone, waiting for the phone call.
So he decided to take a nap, and just... didn't wake up. Twice, Guy was convinced he was dead, until a loud snore broke a day-long silence. He got up on only a few occassions, either to eat, piss, or ask if the Pay Per View had been set up yet.
"Anything?" Clapper would ask in the daily routine.
"Nope," was Guy's usual answer, and Clapper would moan as he fell back on his pillow, back to sleep.
But today wasn't that sort of day. Today, things were going to be different. A week ago, Guy watched Revolution air on television after a long wait (pumping the volume to drown out his host's wretched snoring). But today, he got the call. And as expected in the mailbox downstairs in the lobby, there was a package and an envelope.
Hoerneman could hardly contain himself as he ripped the envelope open and read the line-up sealed within. Crap... crap... crap... bahh, OH, there it was! Clapper facing off against the likes of Dallas Winston, and David Allen Black. And, of course... the Xtreme Title was on the line.
The corner of Guy's mouth stretched into a smile. Clapper wanted nothing to do with titles... but when it came to anything with no holds barred (even with a corny title like 'Xtreme'), he was glad to hop in and tear up the competition. Especially when it came to Dallas Winston.
Quickly, he ran upstairs to tell Clapper the good news.
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(We fade into... wait, how the hell are we fading in when there's no cameras in the room? Well, here's some advice: don't ask how this fantasy sh*t works, just watch, listen, and learn, maggot!)
(It's a standard apartment, well behind in being kept clean. One the couch against the wall, below the dawning morning light, Clapper snores noisely, trench coat pulled over him like a blanket. The door opens and slams shut. Guy Hoernemen runs and and starts shaking the shoulder of the resting Clapper.)
Guy - Clapper... dude, wake up! We got it! We got the line-up for Global Warfare!
(One arm shoots out from beneath the trench coat pulled over the sleeping man. Guy's reflexes come to his benefit, as he ducks out of the way just in time to avoid having his head taken off by a stray blow. Instantly awakened, Clapper shoots up into a sitting position--which only takes half a second to lead into a standing position. He stands stomping around on his own couch for several seconds, muttering intangible lines as Guy Hoernemen cringes away to the other side of the room. Finally, Clapper speaks one articulate sentence
Clapper - ...FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON'T WANT TO PLAY ANY GODDAMN HACKIE-SACK!!
(And falls silent. He looks around, as if he is unsure of where he is. Then he comes off the couch, sitting down and rubbing his sweat-streaked bald head. He throws Guy a glance, then takes a sigh of relief.)
Clapper - Holy sh*t, man... what a nightmare.
Guy - What was it?
Clapper - Hippies... goddamn hippies, everywhere!
(He takes another sigh, then looks around again.)
Clapper - Sh*t... how long have I been out?
Guy - Oh... about two months?
Clapper - What?! You mean it's been two months, and the goddamn line-up for Global Warfare has yet to be announced?
Guy - Two months... but no more waiting.
(Bearing a smile, Guy holds up the envelope. Clapper reflects with his own smile, his eyes shrouded under the sunglasses. He has been sleeping all this time with them in place.)
Clapper - Great...
(Guy hands him the piece of paper. He looks it over, his eyebrows raising slightly as he comes across the match he is involved in.)
Guy - Do you ever tire of jobbers?
Clapper - Heh, never... you could say I never get anywhere that way, but... who gives a sh*t about going anywhere. Titles are won and lost... luck comes and goes. But if you're like me, killing jobber after jobber and working up a near-flawless record, you'll go remembered as never having as many troughs as peaks... you go off remembered as an ass-kicker.
(He nods to the package.)
Clapper - Video?
Guy - I guess... it doesn't seem we were meant to speak first.
Clapper - Whatever... set it up.
(Guy moves to the TV, getting things ready. Clapper takes a deep breath.)
Clapper - Woah... what's this hollow sensation of cold, lifeless energy flowing through me when I breath in?
Guy - It's probably clean air... two months off smoking have probably cleared your lungs.
Clapper - Oh...
(Without another word, he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, lights one up, takes a few drags, then falls into the chair. Guy presses Play, revealing...)
Clapper - Bah! It figures...
(Dallas Winston.)
DW - "Here we go again... It’s as if my life in this wrestling world has went full circle. I came into this wrestling game, so green, not giving a sh*t this or that... Dallas Winston came into the game to have fun and kick a little butt while he was at it."
(Clapper fidgits uneasily.)
DW - "But, as I molded winning title after title... Match after match, drowning myself in bottle after bottle. I bought into the hype. I bought into all of the fame, fortunes... Hell, can you blame me? A poor little white boy from--"
(The voice is quickly cut off as Clapper pressed down on Fast Forward.)
Clapper - For f*ck's sake... get on with it! Oh, here we are...
DW - "...Per View, Global Warfare. Four corners match with the Extreme Title on the line."
(Clapper looks to the piece of paper again, counting the number of contestants with his fingers. Himself... Winston... and Black. He ends up with three fingers. He looks at this, then to the TV bearing Winston's face, then raises an unsure eyebrow.)
DW - "The three hundred and sixty degree circle is complete... and no we won’t see 'The Messiah', or the 'ooooh everyone owes me something' Winston, no we’re all going to see a man that has been fighting to get out since I started three years ago in this business... the hungry Dallas Winston is back."
(Click. TV turns off.)
Clapper - Gee... where have I heard this speech before? OH YEAH! It was that punk called ROCKO DAYMON shortly before I kicked his ass into retirement.
(He takes a moment tittering to himself, another drag from the cigarette.)
Clapper - "Full Circle"... "New Chapter"... "No More Messiah"... blah, blah, blah... I've heard the same sh*t come from Damian Stone every time he came back to the world of wrestling, usually recovering an idiotic injury he put on himself.
(He shrugs.)
Clapper - This turning a new leaf... what the f*ck is that supposed to mean? Philosophers once said, everything is in flux. But some things don't change. Once a "Messiah", always. Likewise, once an untalented jerk-off, always an untalented jerk-off... still the same Dallas Winston, no matter what he says.
(He stands up, removing the tape from the VCR and putting it in the one place it belongs: the trash.)
Clapper - He could promise what he wants, say what he will... tomorrow, he could be Dally "The Good Boy" Douglas, for all he care. An image change won't change the way to fans look at him... it won't change the way I look at him... and most importantly, it won't save his ass at Global Warfare.
Cause while he might be a new Dallas Winston... a "TRUE", or "REAL", or "BETTER" Dallas Winston (God knows there's enough homonyms for the word), I stand as the same old Clapper. Same old, dangerous as a motherf*ckin' apocalypse, death incarnate, pain-torment-and-suffering bearing Clapper.
(Shaking his head, Clapper grabs a box of Cheeze-Its, and mows down.)
Guy - Suppose he'll refer to another three-way match in another Pay Per View and another federation...?
(Clapper shrugs.)
Clapper - What, you mean that match where he sat with a thumb up his ass while watching his goal slip away? Why SHOULD he bring it up? That was his own dumbass fault... he let that one slip away, and I wouldn't be surprised if he did the same for the Xtreme Title.
(He stands up, a smile on his face.)
Clapper - You know... I'm not big on belts, or Pay Per Views... but beating champions is so fun. David Allen Black... man, what a poor sap. He's going to wish he was still with that halfwit tag-team with the equally cheesy and untalented gimmick fodder by the name of Jevon Alexander White...
(He pulls on his coat, and heads for the door.)
Clapper - We got work to do, Guy... let's roll.
(Guy follows him out the door as we fade to black.)
Ryan - Ian, how do I get to the morgue?
Ian - Just drive away from the YMCA.
Holy crap, how long had it been...
It was Guy who delivered the news that Wednesday morning, around 10. Clapper, as usual, was asleep. It was a phenomenal contradiction of nature, to sleep as much as he did. In the early days, when Clapper was active, it seemed that he wasn't a man that NEEDED rest. But like a bear in the winter time, Clapper finally got tired to sitting next to the phone, waiting for the phone call.
So he decided to take a nap, and just... didn't wake up. Twice, Guy was convinced he was dead, until a loud snore broke a day-long silence. He got up on only a few occassions, either to eat, piss, or ask if the Pay Per View had been set up yet.
"Anything?" Clapper would ask in the daily routine.
"Nope," was Guy's usual answer, and Clapper would moan as he fell back on his pillow, back to sleep.
But today wasn't that sort of day. Today, things were going to be different. A week ago, Guy watched Revolution air on television after a long wait (pumping the volume to drown out his host's wretched snoring). But today, he got the call. And as expected in the mailbox downstairs in the lobby, there was a package and an envelope.
Hoerneman could hardly contain himself as he ripped the envelope open and read the line-up sealed within. Crap... crap... crap... bahh, OH, there it was! Clapper facing off against the likes of Dallas Winston, and David Allen Black. And, of course... the Xtreme Title was on the line.
The corner of Guy's mouth stretched into a smile. Clapper wanted nothing to do with titles... but when it came to anything with no holds barred (even with a corny title like 'Xtreme'), he was glad to hop in and tear up the competition. Especially when it came to Dallas Winston.
Quickly, he ran upstairs to tell Clapper the good news.
===================
(We fade into... wait, how the hell are we fading in when there's no cameras in the room? Well, here's some advice: don't ask how this fantasy sh*t works, just watch, listen, and learn, maggot!)
(It's a standard apartment, well behind in being kept clean. One the couch against the wall, below the dawning morning light, Clapper snores noisely, trench coat pulled over him like a blanket. The door opens and slams shut. Guy Hoernemen runs and and starts shaking the shoulder of the resting Clapper.)
Guy - Clapper... dude, wake up! We got it! We got the line-up for Global Warfare!
(One arm shoots out from beneath the trench coat pulled over the sleeping man. Guy's reflexes come to his benefit, as he ducks out of the way just in time to avoid having his head taken off by a stray blow. Instantly awakened, Clapper shoots up into a sitting position--which only takes half a second to lead into a standing position. He stands stomping around on his own couch for several seconds, muttering intangible lines as Guy Hoernemen cringes away to the other side of the room. Finally, Clapper speaks one articulate sentence
Clapper - ...FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON'T WANT TO PLAY ANY GODDAMN HACKIE-SACK!!
(And falls silent. He looks around, as if he is unsure of where he is. Then he comes off the couch, sitting down and rubbing his sweat-streaked bald head. He throws Guy a glance, then takes a sigh of relief.)
Clapper - Holy sh*t, man... what a nightmare.
Guy - What was it?
Clapper - Hippies... goddamn hippies, everywhere!
(He takes another sigh, then looks around again.)
Clapper - Sh*t... how long have I been out?
Guy - Oh... about two months?
Clapper - What?! You mean it's been two months, and the goddamn line-up for Global Warfare has yet to be announced?
Guy - Two months... but no more waiting.
(Bearing a smile, Guy holds up the envelope. Clapper reflects with his own smile, his eyes shrouded under the sunglasses. He has been sleeping all this time with them in place.)
Clapper - Great...
(Guy hands him the piece of paper. He looks it over, his eyebrows raising slightly as he comes across the match he is involved in.)
Guy - Do you ever tire of jobbers?
Clapper - Heh, never... you could say I never get anywhere that way, but... who gives a sh*t about going anywhere. Titles are won and lost... luck comes and goes. But if you're like me, killing jobber after jobber and working up a near-flawless record, you'll go remembered as never having as many troughs as peaks... you go off remembered as an ass-kicker.
(He nods to the package.)
Clapper - Video?
Guy - I guess... it doesn't seem we were meant to speak first.
Clapper - Whatever... set it up.
(Guy moves to the TV, getting things ready. Clapper takes a deep breath.)
Clapper - Woah... what's this hollow sensation of cold, lifeless energy flowing through me when I breath in?
Guy - It's probably clean air... two months off smoking have probably cleared your lungs.
Clapper - Oh...
(Without another word, he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, lights one up, takes a few drags, then falls into the chair. Guy presses Play, revealing...)
Clapper - Bah! It figures...
(Dallas Winston.)
DW - "Here we go again... It’s as if my life in this wrestling world has went full circle. I came into this wrestling game, so green, not giving a sh*t this or that... Dallas Winston came into the game to have fun and kick a little butt while he was at it."
(Clapper fidgits uneasily.)
DW - "But, as I molded winning title after title... Match after match, drowning myself in bottle after bottle. I bought into the hype. I bought into all of the fame, fortunes... Hell, can you blame me? A poor little white boy from--"
(The voice is quickly cut off as Clapper pressed down on Fast Forward.)
Clapper - For f*ck's sake... get on with it! Oh, here we are...
DW - "...Per View, Global Warfare. Four corners match with the Extreme Title on the line."
(Clapper looks to the piece of paper again, counting the number of contestants with his fingers. Himself... Winston... and Black. He ends up with three fingers. He looks at this, then to the TV bearing Winston's face, then raises an unsure eyebrow.)
DW - "The three hundred and sixty degree circle is complete... and no we won’t see 'The Messiah', or the 'ooooh everyone owes me something' Winston, no we’re all going to see a man that has been fighting to get out since I started three years ago in this business... the hungry Dallas Winston is back."
(Click. TV turns off.)
Clapper - Gee... where have I heard this speech before? OH YEAH! It was that punk called ROCKO DAYMON shortly before I kicked his ass into retirement.
(He takes a moment tittering to himself, another drag from the cigarette.)
Clapper - "Full Circle"... "New Chapter"... "No More Messiah"... blah, blah, blah... I've heard the same sh*t come from Damian Stone every time he came back to the world of wrestling, usually recovering an idiotic injury he put on himself.
(He shrugs.)
Clapper - This turning a new leaf... what the f*ck is that supposed to mean? Philosophers once said, everything is in flux. But some things don't change. Once a "Messiah", always. Likewise, once an untalented jerk-off, always an untalented jerk-off... still the same Dallas Winston, no matter what he says.
(He stands up, removing the tape from the VCR and putting it in the one place it belongs: the trash.)
Clapper - He could promise what he wants, say what he will... tomorrow, he could be Dally "The Good Boy" Douglas, for all he care. An image change won't change the way to fans look at him... it won't change the way I look at him... and most importantly, it won't save his ass at Global Warfare.
Cause while he might be a new Dallas Winston... a "TRUE", or "REAL", or "BETTER" Dallas Winston (God knows there's enough homonyms for the word), I stand as the same old Clapper. Same old, dangerous as a motherf*ckin' apocalypse, death incarnate, pain-torment-and-suffering bearing Clapper.
(Shaking his head, Clapper grabs a box of Cheeze-Its, and mows down.)
Guy - Suppose he'll refer to another three-way match in another Pay Per View and another federation...?
(Clapper shrugs.)
Clapper - What, you mean that match where he sat with a thumb up his ass while watching his goal slip away? Why SHOULD he bring it up? That was his own dumbass fault... he let that one slip away, and I wouldn't be surprised if he did the same for the Xtreme Title.
(He stands up, a smile on his face.)
Clapper - You know... I'm not big on belts, or Pay Per Views... but beating champions is so fun. David Allen Black... man, what a poor sap. He's going to wish he was still with that halfwit tag-team with the equally cheesy and untalented gimmick fodder by the name of Jevon Alexander White...
(He pulls on his coat, and heads for the door.)
Clapper - We got work to do, Guy... let's roll.
(Guy follows him out the door as we fade to black.)
Ryan - Ian, how do I get to the morgue?
Ian - Just drive away from the YMCA.
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-31-03 AT 07:36 PM (EST)]*{Fade In}
*{The camera opens up inside a lush, very lavish hotel room penthouse suite over looking the city of Detroit, Michigan below. The camera reveals GXW X-Treme Champion, Mister David Allen Black sitting on a sofa in front of a large entertainment system watching the latest promo of Dallas Winston. He is wearing; black baggy slacks, a black silk collarless shirt unbuttoned exposing his firm muscular upperbody, and black steel toed boots. His long jet black hair hanging flowing down loosely. He sits on the sofa with his feet placed on the coffee table in front of him. His X-Treme title rests comfortably on his lap while he holds the remote in his hand controlling the entertainment center. After a few moments of watching Winston's promo, Black pauses the tape with the remote and glances over at the camera with a smug smile on his face. The camera moves in for a closeup, let's listen in.}
David Black: {He pauses for a moment while he holds the remote in his hand.} "You know, these little devices are quite cool. For such a little thing, they can do so much , and control so much...only as much as the one controlling it allows it to be used. You know this little controler makes me think of me and my role right now in the GXW, as the X-Treme Champion."
"Oh sure, people like McFarland think that just because I get a little title like this they think that I've gotten an ego, what they fail to realize is I am not looking to just this."
{He pats his X-Treme title in his lap as he smiles before continuing on.}
Besides, I've always had an ego, I've always thought of one person and one person only. I've always looked out for myself. Even when I was with Jevon and Lillian...True Living Colors. I've always looked out for myself. Yeah I may of considered Jevon and Lillian a friend before, but that was a long time ago. Since then I have been set free. I am in control of my own destiny now, and my future is in my hands, and nobody else's. Anyway, enough of those two scrubnuts, onto more important business...you know...MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"What the people do not understand is that I am not looking to just this here X-Treme title but I am seeing the bigger picture and I am vying for the Unified World Title. I meant what I said, I am holding the entire GXW hostage until I get exactly what it is that I desire, my shot at the World title. I don't care if it's John Miller or Kin Hiroshi, as long as I get what I need that's all that matters right? For everytime the champion delays, or flat out refuses to give me what I seek somebody gets hurt."
{Black pauses for a moment as he looks back over at the Winston promo again and smiles before continuing on.}
Black: "Which brings me to my next order of business. Now I don't know if this is some sort of quote 'punishment' from the GXW higher ups to make me pay for what I did to Vicky Grimes and that cockless loser McGee, but this is not a punishment, it's a blessing as in...
MORE LAMBS TO MY SLAUGHTER...
Yeah you heard me Winston, but enough of me for now, let's talk about you. Let's discuss what you said about me. David...roll the tape...of course David...lights, camera, and action...
{Black rewinds the tape and presses play at the beginning of the promo by Dallas Winston.}
<[The Scene Opens... As it has some many times, the bright young face of Winston. A man that would come out here and run his mouth, but as we’ve seen in the past few months it’s not been the same ole same... that grin, seems like paper, like it’s been scripted. So where will the Winston saga turn this time? Only he knows, let’s here it...>]
“Here we go again...”
<[Smashing his mouth together as he shakes his head slowly back and forth...>]
“It’s as if my life in this wrestling world has went full circle. I came into this wrestling game, so green, not giving a sh*t this or that... Dallas Winston came into the game to have fun and kick a little butt while he was at it.”
<[Pause briefly...>]
{David pauses the tape.}
Black: {Doing his best mock subliminal Dallas Winston impression.} "Yes Dallas Winston would like to take this time to say that he is gay, and drinks lots and lots of a$$C*ck...ooops did I say that out loud? Oh yes I did. Oh well, it's not anything new. I'll make it a habit. Wait a minute, maybe I should wait and listen to more of the promo before I interject my very open and candid comments."
{He unpauses the tape again and allows it to play on.}
“But, as I molded winning title after title... Match after match, drowning myself in bottle after bottle. I bought into the hype. I bought into all of the fame, fortunes... Hell, can you blame me? A poor little white boy from Tulsa, Oklahoma, made it.. and all I did was spit in the face of everyone and everything that helped me.”
<[Shaking his head, a bit disgusted...>]
{Black pauses the tape again.}
"Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard something like this before and I can't say I'm impressed. I don't care about past feds you were in Winston, what gimmicks you've had, how much a$$c*ock you've guzzled down...er I mean bottle after bottle, or what hick white boy Okie town you came from. Bottomline, you never once spit in my face nor have you EVER faught someone like me. I am the finest peice of work that this universe has ever seen. I mean for crying outloud. I'm no Messiah, I'm even better. I'm F*ckin GOD incarnate b****! Oh and if you spit in my face, I will personally rip your lungs out through your ass. Trust me I'll do it to, I'm crazy like that. Anyway David lets continue on shall we."
{Black unpauses the tape and watches a little more.}
“All this coming out and disrespecting the fans, my friends, my family... I’m embarrassed in myself actually. Stepping out in front of thousands of people live and millions watching over the world, drunk, acting stupid, and just plain making a fool out of myself. Calling myself a “Messiah”...”
<[Pausing only to let it soak in...>]
{Pause tape again}
"Gee Dallas, I'd thought that you'd be used to embarrassing yourself. To be honest though, this little peice tells me exactly what you are. You're no Messiah, you're just a guy playing a gimmick. Nothing more and nothing less. However, myself on the other hand is a different story. There is no gimmick right me. I'm not pretending to be anything I'm not. I am exactly what I say I am. Everybody says I'm insane. SO F*cking be it! You're right, but to be honest, you don't even know the half of it. I'm INSANE...and I know it. I didn't just embrace my insanity...I skull f*cked it to death. My insanity has set me free, and through my greed and lust for total carnage...also gold, I will only get better and better. For every person that falls at my hands, I grow stronger and stronger."
"If you don't believe me, just ask the Gothac Alcemey, Mystical Illusions, and Vic Grimes just to name a few...or people like Troy Douglas and Eric Gibson. and they'll tell you the same. I'm one crazy, pschotic son of a #####, and proud of it. Anyway David, on with the promo."
{Black unpauses the tape again}
“I’ve not even won a match in awhile because I believed in all this hype. I believed in just being Dallas Winston would win me a match, titles, and all of the glory. But, as I’ve thought about the past few days, it doesn’t. You got to work in this game. I worked my ass off to get to the point I was at, only to act like a damn fool an fall of the map.”
“If I’ve learned anything in this business... It’s no matter how hard you try, some guy is waiting in the wings, working harder, waiting on his shot... That one shot to take you out. That’s what I use to be a hunter and all I’ve become is weak minded prey for any kind of predator to knock me off... And when play this game, wrestling game or even the game of life... Each day you have to work harder and harder not to get knocked off... like that.”
<[Snapping his fingers...>]
{Pauses tape again}
Black: {Mock snaps his fingers like Winston} "I got it, Winston has no balls. No seriously, he lost his balls. To be honest, he is talking about working his ass off and earning his shot with patience and where does it get you in the end?"
{Black's mood suddenly changes from happy to serious and frightenly scary, almost unpredictiable.}
Black: "I'll tell you where it got me. I used to be fair, play the rules, bide my time, pay my dues, etc...etc...etc...and where did it get me? No where schmuck! While those same people are working twice as hard as you, waiting for his shot, and all that sh*t! Those same people are also looking for a reason to use you for their own personal gain. They don't care. They are no different than me. I've just taken the inititive of turning myself into the one who screws everybody over instead of them screwing me over. I got tired of playing the victim, so I changed...no I take that back...
I FINALLY WOKE UP WINSTON!...
"You know, at one time Winston, I would of admired or respected you for your attitude, that same attitude that spit in people's faces, but now I don't see anything from you. I don't fear you Winston. You are nothing but a shell of a man. You are a man who has been defeated, and we haven't even had the match, and I can tell that you will lose. Other than the fact that you are facing me which you have no chance in hell of winning against. I am in the best shape of my life, and I am at the beginning peek of my game. I haven't even tapped the essense of my true potential. My talents haven't even manifested yet. There is still lots more where that came from so it means you are like totally screwed come Global Warfare, and I will be one step closer to becoming the GXW Unified World Heavyweight champion."
"Don't worry Winston, you're sacrifice will not be in vain, it will go to a good cause, it will go to fueling my power and desires, making me stronger. The more pain you feel, the more blood you spill Winston, the stronger I become. You don't stand a chance. I know this and you certainly know this deep down into your very soul you know this. At Global Warfare, I will prove this in front of the entire world.
{Black's mood suddenly returns back to normal again as he continues on as happy and sadistic like he normally is.}
"But enough of me for now. Let's finish with the rest of this promo."
{Black unpauses the tape again.}
“I got a call from a long time friend not to long ago, a part time trainer. A man that got me into Superior Championship Wrestling. We chatted for hours on top of hours and he pointed a lot of things out to me. Maybe he got to me just in time, while I’m still young. And he said four simple words that’ll I never forget...”
“You’re acting like jackass!”
“And it’s simple... I am, but it’s a new beginning in this chapter, the chapter of Dallas Winston’s life... No more of this “Messiah” stuff... No more of this, “I won this and that”... It’s a clean slate. I’m just Dallas Winston the kid from Tulsa, Oklahoma... Looking to spark some interest, go out there and entertain the fans...”
<[Pausing...>]
“And what a time to start... Pay Per View, Global Warfare. Four corners match with the Extreme Title on the line. The three hundred and sixty degree circle is complete... and no we won’t see “The Messiah”, or the ‘ooooh everyone owes me something’ Winston, no we’re all going to see a man that has been fighting to get out since I started three years ago in this business...the hungry Dallas Winston is back.”
<[And the scene is black...>]
{Black stops the tape with the remote.}
Black: "Yes you are acting like a jackass Winston, but then again who isn't...except for me who is a very naughty...f*ckin...god incarnate. I don't care where SCW is now. That place is dead and they are no more. For all I know, it's all because of you. That's right, you are the reason why the SCW fell. You didn't save it, you only delayed the eniviable. So maybe it was good for you to dump the Messiah gimmick...or how you say come full circle...
{Whispers outloud}...Nice excuse Dallas, good for you...{Mock double thumbs up and cheesy smile}...
Your Messiah gimmick has lost all of it's meaning. It's officially no more. Which means so are you. You're just a shadow of your former self. A word of advice Dallas, after I tear your ass up in the center of the ring at Global Warfare, just do the only honorable thing left to do...RETIRE. Make way for the future of this busienss...make way for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Now speaking of other business, I need to cover my other oponant, now where is that tape?" {Pulls out another VHS cassette tape} Oh yeah here it is Dave. Why thank you David. I'll just come over here, and put this in."
{Black gets up, walks over to the VCR, takes the Winston tape out, and puts the Clapper promo tape into the VCR."
Black: "Well I guess I don't need this anymore. I know just the place for you. Welcome to MY FULL...PERFECT...CIRCLE! The perfect place for you."
{Black drops the Winston tape in the waste basket near his couch, he smiles as he sits back down on the sofa and picks up the remote. He looks at the camera.}
Black: "I look at that tape like I look at Winston this weekend at Global Warfare, he's just trash and I am the evolutiion of this sport called wrestling and the GXW. Now enough of him, let's talk about...
*Sarcastic* The Clapper...to be continued. Now fade out, I need to regroup."
{Fade Out}
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-31-03 AT 07:36 PM (EST)]*{Fade In}
*{The camera opens up inside a lush, very lavish hotel room penthouse suite over looking the city of Detroit, Michigan below. The camera reveals GXW X-Treme Champion, Mister David Allen Black sitting on a sofa in front of a large entertainment system watching the latest promo of Dallas Winston. He is wearing; black baggy slacks, a black silk collarless shirt unbuttoned exposing his firm muscular upperbody, and black steel toed boots. His long jet black hair hanging flowing down loosely. He sits on the sofa with his feet placed on the coffee table in front of him. His X-Treme title rests comfortably on his lap while he holds the remote in his hand controlling the entertainment center. After a few moments of watching Winston's promo, Black pauses the tape with the remote and glances over at the camera with a smug smile on his face. The camera moves in for a closeup, let's listen in.}
David Black: {He pauses for a moment while he holds the remote in his hand.} "You know, these little devices are quite cool. For such a little thing, they can do so much , and control so much...only as much as the one controlling it allows it to be used. You know this little controler makes me think of me and my role right now in the GXW, as the X-Treme Champion."
"Oh sure, people like McFarland think that just because I get a little title like this they think that I've gotten an ego, what they fail to realize is I am not looking to just this."
{He pats his X-Treme title in his lap as he smiles before continuing on.}
Besides, I've always had an ego, I've always thought of one person and one person only. I've always looked out for myself. Even when I was with Jevon and Lillian...True Living Colors. I've always looked out for myself. Yeah I may of considered Jevon and Lillian a friend before, but that was a long time ago. Since then I have been set free. I am in control of my own destiny now, and my future is in my hands, and nobody else's. Anyway, enough of those two scrubnuts, onto more important business...you know...MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"What the people do not understand is that I am not looking to just this here X-Treme title but I am seeing the bigger picture and I am vying for the Unified World Title. I meant what I said, I am holding the entire GXW hostage until I get exactly what it is that I desire, my shot at the World title. I don't care if it's John Miller or Kin Hiroshi, as long as I get what I need that's all that matters right? For everytime the champion delays, or flat out refuses to give me what I seek somebody gets hurt."
{Black pauses for a moment as he looks back over at the Winston promo again and smiles before continuing on.}
Black: "Which brings me to my next order of business. Now I don't know if this is some sort of quote 'punishment' from the GXW higher ups to make me pay for what I did to Vicky Grimes and that cockless loser McGee, but this is not a punishment, it's a blessing as in...
MORE LAMBS TO MY SLAUGHTER...
Yeah you heard me Winston, but enough of me for now, let's talk about you. Let's discuss what you said about me. David...roll the tape...of course David...lights, camera, and action...
{Black rewinds the tape and presses play at the beginning of the promo by Dallas Winston.}
<[The Scene Opens... As it has some many times, the bright young face of Winston. A man that would come out here and run his mouth, but as we’ve seen in the past few months it’s not been the same ole same... that grin, seems like paper, like it’s been scripted. So where will the Winston saga turn this time? Only he knows, let’s here it...>]
“Here we go again...”
<[Smashing his mouth together as he shakes his head slowly back and forth...>]
“It’s as if my life in this wrestling world has went full circle. I came into this wrestling game, so green, not giving a sh*t this or that... Dallas Winston came into the game to have fun and kick a little butt while he was at it.”
<[Pause briefly...>]
{David pauses the tape.}
Black: {Doing his best mock subliminal Dallas Winston impression.} "Yes Dallas Winston would like to take this time to say that he is gay, and drinks lots and lots of a$$C*ck...ooops did I say that out loud? Oh yes I did. Oh well, it's not anything new. I'll make it a habit. Wait a minute, maybe I should wait and listen to more of the promo before I interject my very open and candid comments."
{He unpauses the tape again and allows it to play on.}
“But, as I molded winning title after title... Match after match, drowning myself in bottle after bottle. I bought into the hype. I bought into all of the fame, fortunes... Hell, can you blame me? A poor little white boy from Tulsa, Oklahoma, made it.. and all I did was spit in the face of everyone and everything that helped me.”
<[Shaking his head, a bit disgusted...>]
{Black pauses the tape again.}
"Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard something like this before and I can't say I'm impressed. I don't care about past feds you were in Winston, what gimmicks you've had, how much a$$c*ock you've guzzled down...er I mean bottle after bottle, or what hick white boy Okie town you came from. Bottomline, you never once spit in my face nor have you EVER faught someone like me. I am the finest peice of work that this universe has ever seen. I mean for crying outloud. I'm no Messiah, I'm even better. I'm F*ckin GOD incarnate b****! Oh and if you spit in my face, I will personally rip your lungs out through your ass. Trust me I'll do it to, I'm crazy like that. Anyway David lets continue on shall we."
{Black unpauses the tape and watches a little more.}
“All this coming out and disrespecting the fans, my friends, my family... I’m embarrassed in myself actually. Stepping out in front of thousands of people live and millions watching over the world, drunk, acting stupid, and just plain making a fool out of myself. Calling myself a “Messiah”...”
<[Pausing only to let it soak in...>]
{Pause tape again}
"Gee Dallas, I'd thought that you'd be used to embarrassing yourself. To be honest though, this little peice tells me exactly what you are. You're no Messiah, you're just a guy playing a gimmick. Nothing more and nothing less. However, myself on the other hand is a different story. There is no gimmick right me. I'm not pretending to be anything I'm not. I am exactly what I say I am. Everybody says I'm insane. SO F*cking be it! You're right, but to be honest, you don't even know the half of it. I'm INSANE...and I know it. I didn't just embrace my insanity...I skull f*cked it to death. My insanity has set me free, and through my greed and lust for total carnage...also gold, I will only get better and better. For every person that falls at my hands, I grow stronger and stronger."
"If you don't believe me, just ask the Gothac Alcemey, Mystical Illusions, and Vic Grimes just to name a few...or people like Troy Douglas and Eric Gibson. and they'll tell you the same. I'm one crazy, pschotic son of a #####, and proud of it. Anyway David, on with the promo."
{Black unpauses the tape again}
“I’ve not even won a match in awhile because I believed in all this hype. I believed in just being Dallas Winston would win me a match, titles, and all of the glory. But, as I’ve thought about the past few days, it doesn’t. You got to work in this game. I worked my ass off to get to the point I was at, only to act like a damn fool an fall of the map.”
“If I’ve learned anything in this business... It’s no matter how hard you try, some guy is waiting in the wings, working harder, waiting on his shot... That one shot to take you out. That’s what I use to be a hunter and all I’ve become is weak minded prey for any kind of predator to knock me off... And when play this game, wrestling game or even the game of life... Each day you have to work harder and harder not to get knocked off... like that.”
<[Snapping his fingers...>]
{Pauses tape again}
Black: {Mock snaps his fingers like Winston} "I got it, Winston has no balls. No seriously, he lost his balls. To be honest, he is talking about working his ass off and earning his shot with patience and where does it get you in the end?"
{Black's mood suddenly changes from happy to serious and frightenly scary, almost unpredictiable.}
Black: "I'll tell you where it got me. I used to be fair, play the rules, bide my time, pay my dues, etc...etc...etc...and where did it get me? No where schmuck! While those same people are working twice as hard as you, waiting for his shot, and all that sh*t! Those same people are also looking for a reason to use you for their own personal gain. They don't care. They are no different than me. I've just taken the inititive of turning myself into the one who screws everybody over instead of them screwing me over. I got tired of playing the victim, so I changed...no I take that back...
I FINALLY WOKE UP WINSTON!...
"You know, at one time Winston, I would of admired or respected you for your attitude, that same attitude that spit in people's faces, but now I don't see anything from you. I don't fear you Winston. You are nothing but a shell of a man. You are a man who has been defeated, and we haven't even had the match, and I can tell that you will lose. Other than the fact that you are facing me which you have no chance in hell of winning against. I am in the best shape of my life, and I am at the beginning peek of my game. I haven't even tapped the essense of my true potential. My talents haven't even manifested yet. There is still lots more where that came from so it means you are like totally screwed come Global Warfare, and I will be one step closer to becoming the GXW Unified World Heavyweight champion."
"Don't worry Winston, you're sacrifice will not be in vain, it will go to a good cause, it will go to fueling my power and desires, making me stronger. The more pain you feel, the more blood you spill Winston, the stronger I become. You don't stand a chance. I know this and you certainly know this deep down into your very soul you know this. At Global Warfare, I will prove this in front of the entire world.
{Black's mood suddenly returns back to normal again as he continues on as happy and sadistic like he normally is.}
"But enough of me for now. Let's finish with the rest of this promo."
{Black unpauses the tape again.}
“I got a call from a long time friend not to long ago, a part time trainer. A man that got me into Superior Championship Wrestling. We chatted for hours on top of hours and he pointed a lot of things out to me. Maybe he got to me just in time, while I’m still young. And he said four simple words that’ll I never forget...”
“You’re acting like jackass!”
“And it’s simple... I am, but it’s a new beginning in this chapter, the chapter of Dallas Winston’s life... No more of this “Messiah” stuff... No more of this, “I won this and that”... It’s a clean slate. I’m just Dallas Winston the kid from Tulsa, Oklahoma... Looking to spark some interest, go out there and entertain the fans...”
<[Pausing...>]
“And what a time to start... Pay Per View, Global Warfare. Four corners match with the Extreme Title on the line. The three hundred and sixty degree circle is complete... and no we won’t see “The Messiah”, or the ‘ooooh everyone owes me something’ Winston, no we’re all going to see a man that has been fighting to get out since I started three years ago in this business...the hungry Dallas Winston is back.”
<[And the scene is black...>]
{Black stops the tape with the remote.}
Black: "Yes you are acting like a jackass Winston, but then again who isn't...except for me who is a very naughty...f*ckin...god incarnate. I don't care where SCW is now. That place is dead and they are no more. For all I know, it's all because of you. That's right, you are the reason why the SCW fell. You didn't save it, you only delayed the eniviable. So maybe it was good for you to dump the Messiah gimmick...or how you say come full circle...
{Whispers outloud}...Nice excuse Dallas, good for you...{Mock double thumbs up and cheesy smile}...
Your Messiah gimmick has lost all of it's meaning. It's officially no more. Which means so are you. You're just a shadow of your former self. A word of advice Dallas, after I tear your ass up in the center of the ring at Global Warfare, just do the only honorable thing left to do...RETIRE. Make way for the future of this busienss...make way for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Now speaking of other business, I need to cover my other oponant, now where is that tape?" {Pulls out another VHS cassette tape} Oh yeah here it is Dave. Why thank you David. I'll just come over here, and put this in."
{Black gets up, walks over to the VCR, takes the Winston tape out, and puts the Clapper promo tape into the VCR."
Black: "Well I guess I don't need this anymore. I know just the place for you. Welcome to MY FULL...PERFECT...CIRCLE! The perfect place for you."
{Black drops the Winston tape in the waste basket near his couch, he smiles as he sits back down on the sofa and picks up the remote. He looks at the camera.}
Black: "I look at that tape like I look at Winston this weekend at Global Warfare, he's just trash and I am the evolutiion of this sport called wrestling and the GXW. Now enough of him, let's talk about...
*Sarcastic* The Clapper...to be continued. Now fade out, I need to regroup."
{Fade Out}
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Part 2...Clapper's turn
*{Fade In}
*{The camera opens up inside the penthouse suite of David Black. He is sitting on the sofa watching the latest promo of Clapper. The camera picks up his facial expressions to reveal that he constantly flip flops through his emotions while he rewinds the tape back and forth. How long he has been doing this we don't really know. When he rewinds the tape, he gets a huge beaming smile on his face, but then when he plays through the segment where Clapper speaks briefly but candidly on him, he gets very upset. Then he rewinds and plays it again. Finally after a few moments, Black looks over at the camera, he rewinds the tape back to one certain part, and presses play allowing it to play through again. The camera moves into position, let's listen in.}
(He stands up, a smile on his face.)
Clapper - You know... I'm not big on belts, or Pay Per Views... but beating champions is so fun. David Allen Black... man, what a poor sap. He's going to wish he was still with that halfwit tag-team with the equally cheesy and untalented gimmick fodder by the name of Jevon Alexander White...
(He pulls on his coat, and heads for the door.)
Clapper - We got work to do, Guy... let's roll.
(Guy follows him out the door as we fade to black.)
{Black stops the tape. Trying to get control of his emotions, and at first he looks like he is about to snap, but then he forces himself to stop and then after much debate with himself, he is about to recollect his thoughts before continuing on. The camera moves into position, let's listen in.}
David Black: "Clapper? Clapper? Clapper? Just who does this guy think he is? Oh yeah sure, just because he made some crossover from some federation that failed that he may of been some bad ass back then, but here his skills and history mean nothing to me. He is nothing to me, and another thing. I have always wondered this...
What the hell is a name like CLAPPER? I mean what? Clap on...Clap off...F*ck you...f*ck them...Jack off. I mean what's his finisher? Is he gonna give me some sexually transmitted disease? Well I think I know how to defensively prepare for this CLAPPER? I have to load up on lot and lots of protection, to protect me from any possible violations...er a slash...his secret weapon, his sexually transmitted disease."
"Then this guy wants to talk sh*t on me. Oh he wants to go there huh? He wants to say that I'm gonna be fun? Well he has no clue does he? He knows nothing about what I can and will do to him and Winston this weekend at Global Warfare. I don't care what he may of done in his past or how many titles he could of won, because he's not me. He will never be me. He will never be as godlike as me...
or me...
or me...
or me...
Yeah Yeah yeah guys, we get the idea, and I am sure they get the idea to so let me do the talking. I am in charge. I am the leader. I am the head moth sareph and you are my loyal sujects, so kiss my ass and shut the hell up fools. I'm talking...
Now where was I...oh yeah...CRAPPER...er I mean Clapper...
I'm gonna put up up to that. Just try and steal my destiny, steal my godhood, steal my X-Treme title from me at Global Warfare, and I will show you just how dead you are. From heaven's heart, I stabbeth thee. I layeth forth the full force of my vengence upon thee...
{A sudden pause fills the room as David grows very quiet, but then bust up laughing.}
"Whoa man, that was funny. I almost sounded like HellFighter for a second there. That was kind of fun."
"Oh it was just some cold blooded sh*t to say to a mutha f*cka before you whoop their ass at Global Warfare."
"And then you are one step closer to claiming your destiny."
"YOu will become the new GXW Unified World Heavyweight champion."
"HOw do you think they will like them apples?"
"They'll hate it but they will have to live with it."
"Amen to that."
"Anyway where was I again. Oh yeah Clapper, I keep forgetting about you. So in closing Clap head, try to kick my ass and call it fun. Try to enjoy taking my X-Treme title and I will show just how dead you will be. As for Winston. Mark my words, you will find out that it wasn't you that made the gimmick or the fed. The gimmick made you, and now that you have casted it aside like trash, you will find out that you still will forever suck."
"Now choke on them apples scrubnuts. See you at Global Warfare where you will have your asses handed to you by the evolution of godhood himself...
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Now fade to black, I'm done."
{The caemra fades out.}
*{Fade Out}
*{Fade In}
*{The camera opens up inside the penthouse suite of David Black. He is sitting on the sofa watching the latest promo of Clapper. The camera picks up his facial expressions to reveal that he constantly flip flops through his emotions while he rewinds the tape back and forth. How long he has been doing this we don't really know. When he rewinds the tape, he gets a huge beaming smile on his face, but then when he plays through the segment where Clapper speaks briefly but candidly on him, he gets very upset. Then he rewinds and plays it again. Finally after a few moments, Black looks over at the camera, he rewinds the tape back to one certain part, and presses play allowing it to play through again. The camera moves into position, let's listen in.}
(He stands up, a smile on his face.)
Clapper - You know... I'm not big on belts, or Pay Per Views... but beating champions is so fun. David Allen Black... man, what a poor sap. He's going to wish he was still with that halfwit tag-team with the equally cheesy and untalented gimmick fodder by the name of Jevon Alexander White...
(He pulls on his coat, and heads for the door.)
Clapper - We got work to do, Guy... let's roll.
(Guy follows him out the door as we fade to black.)
{Black stops the tape. Trying to get control of his emotions, and at first he looks like he is about to snap, but then he forces himself to stop and then after much debate with himself, he is about to recollect his thoughts before continuing on. The camera moves into position, let's listen in.}
David Black: "Clapper? Clapper? Clapper? Just who does this guy think he is? Oh yeah sure, just because he made some crossover from some federation that failed that he may of been some bad ass back then, but here his skills and history mean nothing to me. He is nothing to me, and another thing. I have always wondered this...
What the hell is a name like CLAPPER? I mean what? Clap on...Clap off...F*ck you...f*ck them...Jack off. I mean what's his finisher? Is he gonna give me some sexually transmitted disease? Well I think I know how to defensively prepare for this CLAPPER? I have to load up on lot and lots of protection, to protect me from any possible violations...er a slash...his secret weapon, his sexually transmitted disease."
"Then this guy wants to talk sh*t on me. Oh he wants to go there huh? He wants to say that I'm gonna be fun? Well he has no clue does he? He knows nothing about what I can and will do to him and Winston this weekend at Global Warfare. I don't care what he may of done in his past or how many titles he could of won, because he's not me. He will never be me. He will never be as godlike as me...
or me...
or me...
or me...
Yeah Yeah yeah guys, we get the idea, and I am sure they get the idea to so let me do the talking. I am in charge. I am the leader. I am the head moth sareph and you are my loyal sujects, so kiss my ass and shut the hell up fools. I'm talking...
Now where was I...oh yeah...CRAPPER...er I mean Clapper...
I'm gonna put up up to that. Just try and steal my destiny, steal my godhood, steal my X-Treme title from me at Global Warfare, and I will show you just how dead you are. From heaven's heart, I stabbeth thee. I layeth forth the full force of my vengence upon thee...
{A sudden pause fills the room as David grows very quiet, but then bust up laughing.}
"Whoa man, that was funny. I almost sounded like HellFighter for a second there. That was kind of fun."
"Oh it was just some cold blooded sh*t to say to a mutha f*cka before you whoop their ass at Global Warfare."
"And then you are one step closer to claiming your destiny."
"YOu will become the new GXW Unified World Heavyweight champion."
"HOw do you think they will like them apples?"
"They'll hate it but they will have to live with it."
"Amen to that."
"Anyway where was I again. Oh yeah Clapper, I keep forgetting about you. So in closing Clap head, try to kick my ass and call it fun. Try to enjoy taking my X-Treme title and I will show just how dead you will be. As for Winston. Mark my words, you will find out that it wasn't you that made the gimmick or the fed. The gimmick made you, and now that you have casted it aside like trash, you will find out that you still will forever suck."
"Now choke on them apples scrubnuts. See you at Global Warfare where you will have your asses handed to you by the evolution of godhood himself...
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Now fade to black, I'm done."
{The caemra fades out.}
*{Fade Out}