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Miller vs. Lehew

tylerdurden

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One more shot...

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-04-02 AT 08:11 PM (EST)]{Fade to the shot of a dimly lit airplane cabin at night time. The scene is completely silent except for the soft hum from the plane's engine outside the windows. John Miller sits alone, near the rear of this section, deep in thought. Upon his head he wears a black "JM" fitted baseball cap, backwards. Over his torso is a black and white skull "Zero" hooded sweatshirt. His legs are clothed by baggy dark blue jeans, his feet sheathed in tan Timberland boots. John rubs his goatee as he stares out of the window, obviously something bothering him. John takes notice of the camera, however, and asks the operator to take a seat next to him. The cameraman sits down as John begins speaking softly, as not to wake up the fellow passengers on this red-eye flight.}

Miller: For some time now, I've been in search of that one thing that's eluded me. The one thing that could single handedly turn the tide of my tenure here in GXW. The very same thing that has changed the lives of so many others. Kevin Powers. Marcus Johnson. Eric Edwards. And yes... Dan Ryan. The list is a short one, but there's a reason. Only the most worthy are allowed a shot. Even a smaller, select few, gain its possession. I've been to the later. I've had my shot, and yet I have failed. Now the chance has returned, and I am again faced with the opportunity at hand.

{Miller adjusts his hat, sighs, and pauses, waiting before he continues.}

Miller: I'm not going to ##### about how I lost. I'm not going to make excuses. What I'm going to do is right the wrongs. At Fallout, I face a man who's beaten me before in the squared circle. I face... Chris Lehew.

{John's eyes narrow as he continues.}

Miller: This is it Lehew, probably the biggest moment of your wrestling career, thus far. You, and me... winner gets a shot at the Unified World Title. Doesn't get much better than that. While I've been in this position before, I'm not quite so sure about you, Chris. A little word of advice. Make this your best effort. You're going to need every single ounce of training you've ever received when you step into that ring at Fallout. I've been through this all before. I've been there, with the title in my grasp, only to have it slip through my fingers like a grain of sand. I'm starved, Lehew. I'm <beep>ing hungry for this shot. I've been waiting for the chance ever since the last one was fouled up.

{Miller turns his head and mutters something about Randy Cobb, trying to regain his composure before speaking again.}

Miller: How much do you want this one, Lehew? From the looks of things lately, your head hasn't been in the game. Rumor has it you're losing money like a mother <beep>er. Now granted, it's not my place to talk about your financial situation, but you might want to relieve some of that stress before you step into the ring. Right now, I'm focused on one thing, and that's getting the Unified World Title. That's been my goal since day one... and I haven't stopped since. You take a few losses here and there, but the bigger picture remains the same. I've never lost sight of that one thing I know can change everything for me. I've never been more motivated, I've never had the passion and desire inside me like I do now. I can't speak for you, Lehew, but I know that when Fallout rolls around, I'll be ready.

{Miller gets the flight attendant’s attention, asking her for a beer. She nods and goes to the back. Miller continues talking.}

Miller: You’ve got a victory over me Lehew. A well deserved one, I admit. You beat me fair and square. Time for me to even things up, eh? You didn’t get lucky, it wasn’t a fluke, it was no botched ending. It was simply a victory on your part. You won that battle… but the war, my friend, was far from over. Now we butt heads again, this time with a greater prize on the line. The number one contendership. Winner goes on to face the Unified World Champion… be it Randy Cobb or Dan Ryan. Either way, one of us will continue on, and one of us will fall. I WILL NOT fall, Lehew. You can bet your bottom <beep>ing dollar that when this match rolls around, you’re going down…

{The flight attendant comes back into the picture, an ice cold Yuengling lager in her hand. She hands it to John, who politely thanks her. He takes a swig of the beer and continues speaking.}

Miller: Chris, I can’t trust the future of this company with you. I’m going to make sure that things are done right. I’m going to make sure it’s ME who receives that Unified World Title shot. You’re a great wrestler, no doubt, but at Fallout, I’m coming out on top. I need this Chris… and I’m not about to let you stand in the way. Dan Ryan and Randy Cobb are two men I can’t stand to see holding that strap, and something’s gotta’ be done about it. I’m the man to do it.

{Miller leans back in his chair and stares out the window at the twinkling lights on the ground. He takes another drink of his beer. The picture fades to black.}
 
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Gypsypm5k

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Jive Jive Jive

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-06-02 AT 09:37 PM (EST)]Fade in on “Career Ender” Chris Lehew’s face. The shot slowly zooms out. He sits in an expensive looking Asian restaurant, some sort of gourmet meal sitting on a plate in front of him. His feet are kicked up on the chair across from him, his dress shoes polished to the point that you can see the cameraman in them. He wears a nice suit, his black hair slicked back. He pokes at his food, a sour look on his face. He looks up, muttering something about his food for a moment, then smiles at the camera.

Lehew: So, it looks like I have a chance to become the number one contender. I didn’t ask for the chance, I don’t need the chance. But I’ll take it. Especially against John Miller. Now here’s a match I know I can win. I’ve won 100% of my matches with him. He can cry and moan all he wants, but that’s a fact he can’t dismiss.

Lehew leans forward slowly, still smiling.

Lehew: You see, Miller, I don’t care if you’ve been working for this for 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 months or 2 years. I don’t care if this match is the culmination of a career's worth of training. This is an important match, no doubt, but not nearly the biggest match of my career. I got into this business to make a name for myself. I’ve done that much already, good or bad. And I’ve managed to *bleep* up some childhood friends a few times in the process. I’m already a success by my standards. I was shooting for a chance to get my continental title back from the greasy hands it’s been passed around these last few months. But this is better.

He leans back again.

Lehew: I need to win this match. It might not be a big one for me in the grand scheme of things, but I need to win this because of a man named Zero. I’ve screwed with his mind enough to drive a normal man insane. I’ve beaten his body enough that he should no longer be living. His career should have been over a long time ago when I threw him out of that skybox, and yet he came back. Not only did he come back, he shot right to where I sit right now. He got his chances at the title. I beat him, yet he jumped up the card for it. I just beat him again. This is my chance to get to where I’ve deserved to be since I injured him the first time. I need to prove that I have what it takes to beat someone other than him consistently. That someone is you.

Lehew chuckles quietly to himself.

Lehew: You’ve been crying about how this is your shot, and you’re going to win because you’ve been here before. That’s right, Miller. You have been here before. But the one thing you haven’t mentioned in all your jiving is that you’ve lost each-and-every shot you’ve had. Sure, you’ve been here before. Look how much I care.

The camera zooms in on his face, a look of apathy upon it. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t frown. He just looks bored.

Lehew: Look how much I care. I’ve never been here before. But I’m almost undefeated when I get a big shot at a title. I broke Zero’s back. Zero and I kicked Insane Pain’s ass for the TV Tag Titles. I ruined Sampson’s sh*t for the Continental. And now here I am. I will break you down and beat you. You’ve tried to talk about how you’re going to beat me simply because you want the title more. You want to win. Does that mean you didn’t want to win in the past when I obliterated you? I pinned you during the longest losing streak of my career. I couldn’t beat anyone, but I beat you. I’m so scared of you now.

Lehew feigns terror by doing the cliché home-alone face slap.

Lehew: Sure, sure. You’ll be ready, come fallout. When it’s time for our match, you’ll be ready to fight. I was BORN ready, Miller. If Dupree walked into this restaurant right now with you over his soldier and screamed, “Fight!” you’d be on your back with a platter of god knows what…

He gestures to the food in front of him.

Lehew: … all over that “Zero” hoodie of yours so fast even your mom would be ashamed of you. You don’t trust me with the fate of this fed? Who the *beep* cares. I don’t trust you with it either. Where’s your billion-dollar company, Miller? Yeah, that’s what I thought. So go ahead and play your hero card. Try to save the GXW from me, just like the Blue Blazer tried to save the WWF. And we all know what happened to him.

Lehew smiles again, then picks up his fork and begins to push his food around on his plate.

Lehew: World Title here I come.

Fade to Black.
 

tylerdurden

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Greensboro...

{Fade in to a shot of Greeensboro, North Carolina. The city lights sparkle under the black night sky. Cut to a park in the downtown area, a solitary street lamp the focus of this shot. Its glow is cast upon the figure of John Miller, who leans up against it. A small trail of smoke originates from the glowing ember at the end of his cigarette. John wears a pair of blue jeans, Timberlands, his fitted baseball cap, and the black Zero hoodie. He takes a drag off his cigarette and exhales, scratching his chin.}

Miller: Christopher... my how you're an ignorant little prick. I just so happened to notice that little promo you just cut.

{Miller shakes his head and smiles, taking another drag off his cigarette.}

Miller: You're a walking {beep}ing contradiction, Lehew. You sit there and accuse ME of bitching and moaning, when in fact YOU'RE the one whining about Zero's climb to the top. "I beat him, yet he jumped up the card for it." Well {beep} Chris, like I give a {beep}. I'm the one who cries and moans? Hardly. I'm not gonna' dispute the fact that I've never beaten you before. Like I SAID... you beat me fair and square, Chris. There's no denying that one. But what I CAN do is guarantee you lightning won't strike twice.

{Miller begins walking down the path through the park, every so often passing under another light. His form constantly moves in and out from the shadows.}

Miller: You're a hell of a competitor Chris, but you've got one hell of a bug stuffed up your ass. While it's overly apparent you don't "care" about this match as much as I do, I'm almost positive you won't be ready for it. Sure Lehew, you beat me in a match before, I was trying... I'm not going to sit here and claim I wasn't like some OTHER people would.

{Miller lifts his fist up to his cheek, mockingly wiping his "tears" away. He takes another drag off his cigarette.}

Miller: So you were BORN ready? I see. Then maybe you HAVE prepared yourself for an asskicking of a lifetime. And no... Chris, I'm not trying to scare you. I think the situation's got you pissing yourself already. You said it yourself... you HAVEN'T been here. And from the looks of it, I don't think you're gonna handle the pressure too well. Sure I've had my shots... and every time the title's eluded me. But what about you Lehew? Is there a reason you've never had the shot? Wait... what's that?

{John holds his hand up to his ear.}

Miller: You didn't earn one, did you? Yeah... didn't think so. You beat Zero before, yet he gained the advantage and went for the gold anyways, didn't he? And why's that Chris? Don't give me your {beep}ing sob story about how you should be where he is. If you were really that concerned about it, you would have grown some balls and taken the initiative. So you're using this match to prove something, huh? To "prove" to the world that Zero's not the only man you can beat consistently.

{Miller leans back and makes a jerking off motion with his free hand, holding the cigarette up to his lips and taking another drag off of it. He ashes it and continues speaking.}

Miller: So you've gotta' prove that too who, Lehew? Me? The fans? No... it's not like you to give a {beep} about anyone else. You've gotta' prove it to yourself, don't you? Which is EXACTLY why you're so full of {beep}. You act like you're the man of the hour, when in fact, on the inside, you know you don't have what it takes to get the {beep}ing job done. Zero's haunted your ass since day one, and if he hadn't, you wouldn't have put forth your best effort to take his ass out. None the less, you're "a success by your standards".

{John rolls his eyes.}

Miller: If you're satisfied with what you've done so far, go ahead and get your sorry ass out of the way. Because quite frankly, you're doing nothing but taking up space. Am I trying to save the GXW from you? Maybe. I'd like to think of it as "sparing" the people from an era of mediocrity. I can just see your title reign now. Defenses on every show... only stip is that the opponent's gotta' be Zero, right? Christ, Chris, get a {beep}ing life. You want to live in the past? You can talk all you want about Zero and your victories over him. Hell, you can brag about all the history you want. But that doesn't change the future, now does it? You're still gonna' get your ass handed to you at Fallout. And no, Lehew, I'm not gonna win this match because I want it more. I'm gonna' win this match because you've got about as much experience in the world title scene as Kevin Powers does at being sober. You know Lehew, you've got the intelligence, you've got the in ring abilities. You'd think that for just one second you'd shut that {beep}ing trap of yours and learn some {beep}ing respect.

{Miller stops walking, taking another drag on his cigarette, putting his hands down on his hips. He shakes his head.}

Miller: World title here you come? I've got a better idea. Howabout instead of getting the trophy case ready just yet, you take the extra time to have a bed prepared at Greensboro General. With an attitude like yours, it makes it just a little hard for me to NOT want to beat the living piss out of you. I'll just play my "hero" card... you just assume the role of "spoiled rich kid", and we'll call things even. Where's MY billion-dollar company? Right here you egotistical little {beep}.

{Miller flips the camera the bird and turns around, walking into the darkness of the park. We see the spark of the cigarette butt as it bounces off the ground. John walks off into the distance as the camera fades to black.}
 
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Gypsypm5k

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Hah.

Fade in on the interior of “Career Ender” Chris Lehew’s limousine. He sits cross-legged, a glass of wine in one hand. He takes a sip of the wine, careful not to spill it on his business suit. He smiles broadly at the camera, then golf claps.

Lehew: Very nice, very nice. I like the character change thing. Had a little whiff of Déjà vu there. I mean, Christ. Neither you nor Powers realized that I say what I think I should say to piss you off. When you’re pissed off you don’t think clearly and you make mistakes. I capitalize on those. You did exactly what we all knew you would. Flip the switch from, “Jive” to “Blarg”.

Lehew leans forward, making a ‘whooshing’ noise with his mouth.

Lehew: Ya hear that? (He makes the noise again) That’s the sound of my point going right over your head. Even if you’d jumped you wouldn’t have gotten it. I wasn’t whining about Zero’s ‘rise to power’. Far from it. You act like I didn’t deserve to be here and Zero did. Excuse me? I broke his back and practically his first match back he was here. There’s no ‘deserve’ about it. Someone put him there. Working hard doesn’t matter if people don’t want you to make it. That’s the first thing you learn in business school.

Lehew shrugs.

Lehew: I did like your little rib at Powers there. Not smart, but I liked it.

He golf claps again.

Lehew: Oh, yeah. I’m pissing myself. Really, I am. I mean Jesus Christ. If I don’t win this match, I don’t get a shot at a title that I never asked to get a shot at. No one thinks I have what it takes to be anywhere close to this title, you say? Then why am I here? What have I done differently now then I did before? If anything I’ve been pissing people off MORE than I used to. I’m putting LESS effort into things now, because I’ve already held the titles I’d set as my goals. And if everyone DOES agree that I shouldn’t be here, then who cares if I lose? I shouldn’t be here.

He smirks.

Lehew: You asked who I need to prove that I can compete at this level to? Well, YOU obviously. Damn. Oh that’s right, according to you I don’t care about anyone else. I mean. It’s not hard to figure out. No one thinks he can compete up here. Who does he need to prove he can compete to? Guh huh der.

Lehew shakes his head in disbelief.

Lehew: Where the hell have you been lately, man? “Oh you can only win against Zero.” What? I beat Powers. I beat you. I beat Sampson when the odds were stacked. Yep, I sure can’t beat anyone but Zero. You act like the pressure is piling on me. That the pressure of this shot is so taxing on me that I’ll lose horribly. Seems to me that the only one with that much pressure is you. You’ve been here before but you’ve **beep**ed it all up repeatedly. I know how it is when you want something so bad that you can taste it, but it keeps eluding you. You get frantic. You panic. It’s taxing. You think my mind is a jumble of worries coming into this? We all know that really, deep down, you’re the one pissing your pants. You’ve just flat out said you WONT lose and you’ve called it. This is YOUR shot. What if you lose? You’ll look like such a freakin dumbass it’s not even funny. Especially since you lost to “Mr. Whiney Rich Prick Who Can’t Compete at My Level, Even Though He’s Already Proven He Can Multiple Times”

He takes a sip of his wine.

Lehew: You said it yourself, man. I could have been where I am now before if I’d wanted to. I believe your words were, “if I worked for it” or something along those lines. When I want to do something and work my ass off for it, I get there, by your logic. So maybe I want to wipe that forced smile right off your face and blow ANOTHER shot for poor ‘ol Miller. You’re right about one thing, bragging about the past doesn’t change the future. Just because a hockey player has never scored a goal in his life doesn’t mean he can’t, and just because he always scores doesn’t mean he will. Just because a baseball player has never hit a home run, doesn’t mean he can’t. Just because I’ve never had a shot at the World Title doesn’t mean I wont make a run for it now. Just because you’ve never beaten me doesn’t mean you can’t. At least I don’t brag about the future, hmm? When you come out with your…

Lehew does a poor impression of Miller, waving his arms around as he speaks.

Lehew: I’m gonna kick your ass because I can and because you’re a prick and my hand is a billion dollar company and because I smoke and you suck. I’m so much better than you. Blah blah blaaah.

You’re sitting around assuming you can win, and talking about it before its happened. What if you’re wrong? I’d go into the cliché ‘you know what they say about assuming’ phrase, but I’m running out of time.

Lehew sets down his wine as the limo starts to slow down.

Lehew: Oh yeah, sure. If I win the title you think I’ll let Zero have a shot every night, right? What about you? A defense against one person every night is better than your “I finally got it! I can’t lose it!” attitude when/if you FINALLY get your hands on that piece of metal. You can deny it all you want, but it’s natural to be over defensive over something it took you 1932198489721374 tries to get.

The Limo stops, and the door opens. As Lehew steps out, he turns to the camera one last time.

Lehew: The more you tell yourself you’re going to win, the harder it’ll be for ya when you don’t. Remember that.

Lehew winks as the scene fades to black.
 

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