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.}