TSiegel
I spoil things.
"That's it, I'm done."
(Fadein, in front of the broken-down home of one Cameron Cruise, in Jacksonville, North Carolina. Freshly shorn of his "Brian Wilson-like beard, his hair cut back to just above shoulder-length, Cruise is dressed in faded blue jeans and a grey shirt, with matching "Anarchy"-style shades. Sitting on the front steps as the barely-working front porch light next to the broken screen door, it gives just enough light to keep Cruise from injury.)
CRUISE: I'm done with this garbage, Jay-Jay, done with the treatment that you've given me and done with punishment I receive because what you "plan"...falls to pieces and you have no alternative but to pass the blame. This is NOT what I agreed to when I joined the Windham Clan, and I'm telling you now...
I'm DONE, Jay-Jay, done with what's been shown to me from you, and the hatred I felt months ago, has not only since changed, I not only have a difference of opinion for what's gone on...that hatred has since SHIFTED.
My emotions now have changed and while I still don't have a need to agree on things with people, but the one thing I know now, Jay-Jay...FUCK YOU, Jay-Jay, I fucking...
(Cruise clenches a fist and SLAMS the screen door next to him.)
I HATE YOU!!
I hate you and the ENTIRETY of what is THE FUCKING WINDHAM CLAN.
But the fact is...you've always had me projected wrong, Jay-Jay, and not much has changed.
You've demanded that I kneel before you, and that's not only not happened....it never will.
Then you WHIPPED me.
Now, I was about as obnoxious as the next guy when I was a kid, but that's NEVER been part of my childhood discipline punishment. You wanted, hell, you NEEDED me to beg for mercy.
But that didn't happen either.
The fact is that after all what was promised me from the start of when I joined Troy Windham's ranks, you even tried to end my CAREER.
But like everything else you've tried to do, Jay-Jay...you failed EVERY TIME.
I might be under contract to you and the Windham Clan, but the fact is that you DO. NOT. OWN. ME.
From the early days of when you were Troy's BITCH-BOY in the CSWA, to when Troy took things over here in NFW, you're proclaimed by many as a JOKE....and then you assumed the role as LEADER of the Clan, and in that you were supposed to take RESPONSIBILITY for your actions, but clearly...you DON'T.
I promise you, Jay-Jay, there's going to come a day of reckoning, a day where you WILL...pay for what you've done to me; The ENTIRE Windham Clan FALL at the hands of Cameron Cruise, I promise you that.
(Cruise turns his head and spits off to the side as he continues).
I joined the Windham Clan because of the fact that at the time, I felt that everyone on the New Frontier roster had ALIENATED me. Day in and day out, I busted my ASS and I wasn't thrilled with the reception of what I had hoped for, for what I NEEDED...even when I was hospitalized, and I was ready to QUIT.
Contract negotiations at the time were NOTHING to me, and while I admit that I did over look the parameters of what was included...it wasn't IMPORTANT. Call me crazy...and you probably will...but the fact is from time to time, even though I'm my own man, I was hoping for a little support, a little backing for the treatment for what I received after all the years I put in for New Frontier; my JOB was on the line...and I got NOTHING for my efforts.
(Cruise *looks off into the distance* for a minute.*)
And despite pleas and efforts from Impulse and Rose for understanding, I ignored it all...and for that...well...
(Cruise looks back at the camera, and in a stern expression..)
I apologize, Randall, Rose, I'm sorry.
But the fact is that I inherited what I was looking for from a man that I never expected to receive it from, and it wasn't a seven-foot tall (finger quotes) "Mute Freak", as he's been called.
It was Bobby-Jack Windham.
Bobby-Jack, you came to me and shed light on things that I wasn't ready for...but at the time, it was something I needed.
Something I needed to hear...something to SEE...but for the majority of what it was you told me...
(Cruise sighs, standing up. He leans against a post, his arms folded across his chest.)
Something I needed to BELIEVE, and until then, I wasn't a normal follower of those that go to Church, I really wasn't. But you taught me things Bobby-Jack, things that I hadn't figured to even bother looking into before, but made it a point thereafter.
And surely that's something I won't forget...but something's wrong with you, Bobby-Jack.
You're not the same "Bobby-Jack" that stuck by me when those in New Frontier wouldn't, in fact, this much is obvious: something is wrong with you. Something inside that head of yours, the same head that preached sermon after sermon, the same head that spoke out to me that the Good Lord was looking out for me...the same "higher power" that I had denied all those months ago after the Windham Clan had put it on the line against New Frontier for the rights to ownership of the company...has failed.
YOU...Bobby-Jack, the "All-West Texas Athlete".
The one man that's been spoiled since I DON'T REMEMBER WHEN....has failed.
You failed in proving to me what you had tried so hard to grind into my head was the "End-of-the-day" TRUTH, when it mattered the most.
You and NOT ME...outside of what Jay-Jay has been most of his adult life...are a FAILURE here in New Frontier, and Cameron Cruise...the TRUE FORM of Cameron Cruise...has returned in your 'stead.
RE-BORN, if you will.
(Cruise stands up straight.)
Now...those may not be the words you wanna hear...but until you understand them, that's all you'll ever be, Bobby-Jack Windham.
And it's about time you put in to the collection plate.
(Cruise stares intently into the camera view before turning back and stepping into the house, the porch-light going out.)
FADEOUT
(Fadein, in front of the broken-down home of one Cameron Cruise, in Jacksonville, North Carolina. Freshly shorn of his "Brian Wilson-like beard, his hair cut back to just above shoulder-length, Cruise is dressed in faded blue jeans and a grey shirt, with matching "Anarchy"-style shades. Sitting on the front steps as the barely-working front porch light next to the broken screen door, it gives just enough light to keep Cruise from injury.)
CRUISE: I'm done with this garbage, Jay-Jay, done with the treatment that you've given me and done with punishment I receive because what you "plan"...falls to pieces and you have no alternative but to pass the blame. This is NOT what I agreed to when I joined the Windham Clan, and I'm telling you now...
I'm DONE, Jay-Jay, done with what's been shown to me from you, and the hatred I felt months ago, has not only since changed, I not only have a difference of opinion for what's gone on...that hatred has since SHIFTED.
My emotions now have changed and while I still don't have a need to agree on things with people, but the one thing I know now, Jay-Jay...FUCK YOU, Jay-Jay, I fucking...
(Cruise clenches a fist and SLAMS the screen door next to him.)
I HATE YOU!!
I hate you and the ENTIRETY of what is THE FUCKING WINDHAM CLAN.
But the fact is...you've always had me projected wrong, Jay-Jay, and not much has changed.
You've demanded that I kneel before you, and that's not only not happened....it never will.
Then you WHIPPED me.
Now, I was about as obnoxious as the next guy when I was a kid, but that's NEVER been part of my childhood discipline punishment. You wanted, hell, you NEEDED me to beg for mercy.
But that didn't happen either.
The fact is that after all what was promised me from the start of when I joined Troy Windham's ranks, you even tried to end my CAREER.
But like everything else you've tried to do, Jay-Jay...you failed EVERY TIME.
I might be under contract to you and the Windham Clan, but the fact is that you DO. NOT. OWN. ME.
From the early days of when you were Troy's BITCH-BOY in the CSWA, to when Troy took things over here in NFW, you're proclaimed by many as a JOKE....and then you assumed the role as LEADER of the Clan, and in that you were supposed to take RESPONSIBILITY for your actions, but clearly...you DON'T.
I promise you, Jay-Jay, there's going to come a day of reckoning, a day where you WILL...pay for what you've done to me; The ENTIRE Windham Clan FALL at the hands of Cameron Cruise, I promise you that.
(Cruise turns his head and spits off to the side as he continues).
I joined the Windham Clan because of the fact that at the time, I felt that everyone on the New Frontier roster had ALIENATED me. Day in and day out, I busted my ASS and I wasn't thrilled with the reception of what I had hoped for, for what I NEEDED...even when I was hospitalized, and I was ready to QUIT.
Contract negotiations at the time were NOTHING to me, and while I admit that I did over look the parameters of what was included...it wasn't IMPORTANT. Call me crazy...and you probably will...but the fact is from time to time, even though I'm my own man, I was hoping for a little support, a little backing for the treatment for what I received after all the years I put in for New Frontier; my JOB was on the line...and I got NOTHING for my efforts.
(Cruise *looks off into the distance* for a minute.*)
And despite pleas and efforts from Impulse and Rose for understanding, I ignored it all...and for that...well...
(Cruise looks back at the camera, and in a stern expression..)
I apologize, Randall, Rose, I'm sorry.
But the fact is that I inherited what I was looking for from a man that I never expected to receive it from, and it wasn't a seven-foot tall (finger quotes) "Mute Freak", as he's been called.
It was Bobby-Jack Windham.
Bobby-Jack, you came to me and shed light on things that I wasn't ready for...but at the time, it was something I needed.
Something I needed to hear...something to SEE...but for the majority of what it was you told me...
(Cruise sighs, standing up. He leans against a post, his arms folded across his chest.)
Something I needed to BELIEVE, and until then, I wasn't a normal follower of those that go to Church, I really wasn't. But you taught me things Bobby-Jack, things that I hadn't figured to even bother looking into before, but made it a point thereafter.
And surely that's something I won't forget...but something's wrong with you, Bobby-Jack.
You're not the same "Bobby-Jack" that stuck by me when those in New Frontier wouldn't, in fact, this much is obvious: something is wrong with you. Something inside that head of yours, the same head that preached sermon after sermon, the same head that spoke out to me that the Good Lord was looking out for me...the same "higher power" that I had denied all those months ago after the Windham Clan had put it on the line against New Frontier for the rights to ownership of the company...has failed.
YOU...Bobby-Jack, the "All-West Texas Athlete".
The one man that's been spoiled since I DON'T REMEMBER WHEN....has failed.
You failed in proving to me what you had tried so hard to grind into my head was the "End-of-the-day" TRUTH, when it mattered the most.
You and NOT ME...outside of what Jay-Jay has been most of his adult life...are a FAILURE here in New Frontier, and Cameron Cruise...the TRUE FORM of Cameron Cruise...has returned in your 'stead.
RE-BORN, if you will.
(Cruise stands up straight.)
Now...those may not be the words you wanna hear...but until you understand them, that's all you'll ever be, Bobby-Jack Windham.
And it's about time you put in to the collection plate.
(Cruise stares intently into the camera view before turning back and stepping into the house, the porch-light going out.)
FADEOUT