The Collapse Is Near....
Fade In…
November 4th, 2002…
Greensboro Coliseum…
1921 West Lee Street…
Greensboro, North Carolina…
(scene: we find ourselves in the hallowed arena which will serve as the venue for the GXW’s upcoming pay-per-view, Fallout, in just a few short days…on that given day, the now empty coliseum will soon be filled to its maximum capacity of 23,500 loyal GXW fans)
(the camera begins to pan around the arena in a spiral fashion, encompassing the seating arrangements and already erected wrestling ring…gradually zooming in to the center of the ring, the camera touches down upon what appears to be the GXW Continental Championship title, which is appropriately placed within the center of the squared circle)
(slowly, the camera sets down upon a still shot of the title, as the sparse lighting in the arena manages to capture the luster from the strap of gold…the camera remains still, however, the current owner of the title in mention is no where to be seen…nevertheless, with a few passing seconds of uneasy silence, a voice emerges from the shadows, thus breaking the tension and addressing the situation at hand)
Much to my delight, I have been informed that once again I am paired with a partner who would rather not be given such a designation…
I understand that this business is one in which friends are a rarity. Nevertheless, one would think that two minds could collaborate on common ground for the sake of eliminating the waste of this organization, as is the case with Extreme Tendencies…
One would think…
(a short moment of silence passes)
Eric Davis…
I am not in this to have a war of words with you, nor am I looking for a physical confrontation. I am in this to personally dismantle the Extreme Tendencies, one member at a time. If you choose to be part of that arrangement, then so be it, I welcome your assistance…
However, if you choose to be part of the problem, then I will quickly become the solution. Once all is said and done, I will most graciously grant you the opportunity to “wipe the floor” with me…
I’m not a hard man to find and I have yet to disregard someone’s wish, so consider it done my miniscule friend…
(once again, silence passes as Codine collects his thoughts and moves on to address his opponents at Fallout)
Moving on, we are just a few days removed from yet another shot at redemption for Rob Sampson. In my hands, lies “his title”, thus prompting one to think that he would be a little more vocal in such times. Nevertheless, that is not the case, as it appears that he has indeed “collapsed”…
His determination has “collapsed”…
His sense of identity has “collapsed”…
His opportunity at re-obtaining the title that he so dearly cherishes has “collapsed”…
And soon, very soon, his entire world will “collapse”…
So, to you Rob Sampson, I ask, why is it that once again you have been given a title opportunity, yet you continue to take it for granted. I have no problem answering your requests week in and week out, but one has to wonder how many times I must turn you away in disappointment before you realize that the task at hand is much too difficult for you to accomplish…
To this point, you have done it all. Sending Inferno and Jeffrey Roberts to capture my attention, only to watch them both tuck their tails and return to you cowering in defeat. Then there was the attempt to literally “cripple” me, but could you do it yourself? No, it had to be attempted at the request of the Night Cripplers. Nevertheless, that feat ended in failure, just as those that took place before it did…
Rob, I have told you time and time again. I will continue to tell you, until it surpasses that massive ego of yours…
If you want “your title” back, then YOU come and get it…
There’s no need for Inferno to run interference. There’s no need for Jeffrey Roberts to distract my attention. There’s no need for the Night Cripplers to attempt to remove me from competition…
All it takes, is a simple walk to the squared circle, followed by entry, and then a match…
Kendall Codine versus Rob Sampson…
I understand that it’s not quite as novel as most of your ideas, but it will get the job done, nonetheless. I assure you of that…
(without warning, Kendall Codine’s shadow can be seen towering of the GXW Continental Title, which lies stationary in the center of the ring…although he is still not seen by the eye of the camera, Codine proceeds and offers his final address)
Overall, I am growing quite tiresome of the games, which take place around this organization…
I didn’t say a word when Chad Dupree literally “handed” the GXW X-treme title to Gabriel Bane, as I had my attention adverted elsewhere…
I have sat back and silently watched as Zero has done everything short of getting on his hands and knees to beg for an opportunity to be recognized by his peers…
I have remained idol, as Randy Cobb comes out of nowhere, targeting me and ultimately costing me the most coveted title this company has to offer…
I have humbly accepted each and every challenge put forth by Rob Sampson, in a feeble attempt to recapture the title that he calls his own…
Time after time, I have accepted my role and played along to keep the harmony in this organization. Well my friends, I must tell you, that I am not a man who prides his life upon peace and harmony. The time has come for Kendall Codine to emerge from this shell in which he currently resides and I can promise you all, that when that time comes, I shall rule this organization with an iron fist…
That time is rapidly approaching and I can only hope for the sake of each and every individual in the GXW, that you are prepared and take heed to my warning for you have all been forewarned…
But until then, rest easy for only one thing in life is certain…
(suddenly, Kendall Codine steps into the view of the camera, picking up his title and delivering one final thought)
The end is near…
(fade to black)