jediPREZ
Shadowboss
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-25-02 AT 03:31 PM (EDT)] FADEIN: Mojave Desert, California - outside, the sun is setting over the sand dune horizon. 'THE WOLF' MIKE RANDALLS stands outside his ranch, which stands at a medium point of the camera's view of the orange/red west and the starlit dusk in the east. In the middle, above the ranch - a powdery, white crescent moon begins to show its face. RANDALLS himself is standing in front of his firepit. A low-key flame dance in front of his eyes. He's wearing a black Mexican pancho, frayed brown pants and stands barefoot in the sand. Sans facepaint, RANDALLS starts rubbing his scalp which still reveals some scars underneath his two-inch peachfuzz...
RANDALLS: "Denial must be a tough pill to swallow. No matter how much you wash it down, that bitter taste ALWAYS will stick with you. Maybe 5 years ago, I'd still be trying to wash it out. Not these days..."
RANDALLS pauses with a small grin...
"...these days I just chew it up and spit it OUT. Like being pinned by Lawrence Stanley. I WILL NOT deny that, but he and I know how much it would take to do it again. And trust me, only one of is questioning the outcome. So TROY - no matter how much you spin the story. No matter how many EXCUSES you give before your 'NO EXCUSES' big money, EGO-driven match with Flair...you won't wash down that pill you were given. Troy, this is the reason you've always been looking up at me, rather than down. I DON'T know how to 'SAVE' myself. I don't know what THAT even feels like. To fall victim to your own fears, doubts and inner weakness. To QUIT and call it a day..."
RANDALLS gives a disapproving nod...
"No matter how many times you tell the world that you're the King - I still see the same Slacker I met ten years ago. I've tried teaching you as a friend, I've tried teaching you as an enemy. Yet once again, when it comes down to it, you are STILL SCARED. You want to tell me that you 'SAVED' yourself? For ten years, I've listened to you MOCK me, call me nothing short of a fraud. And you can't even prove that with your best friend at your side because ALL OF A SUDDEN your match with FLAIR is more important to you? BULL(BLEEP). You're STILL SCARED, Troy. Flair might take you to the limit, Troy. He always has. Unfortunately...you don't want to go BEYOND."
RANDALLS kneels down, poking at the fire with a stick from the ground...
"You don't have the heart to be a King, Troy. The King never lays down his sword - he DIES for what he DEFENDS. Whether it's land, love or in our cases, HONOR. So don't go around whining and crying about all the years that I held Troy Windham, the 'true King' down - once again, you showed yourself TRUE to form. Let's face it, you don't want to BE a King, Troy. You just want to hold the crown..."
RANDALLS stands up and tosses the stick in the fire as an almost condescending gring comes over his face...
"And then there's EDDY. Do you really think this match has me rattled? Do you really think ANYONE you can find will have me running off with my tail between my legs? Last time I checked, ED - there's NOBODY I know NOW or in the PAST that has EVER done that. If this were up to me, there'd be NO PARTNERS. Just you, me - and a WHOLE LOTTA PAIN. Let's go over the GREATEST champions the CSWA has to offer since 1992. Hornet? No, I think we both know that Hornet isn't the same as he once was. He's too busy with paternity suits and sucking his own (BLEEP). Eli Flair? I don't even think the 'GREAT' Eddy Love could sink so low as to team with the man that broke Melissa's neck. What about Deacon? Well, I've only faced the man once, but as I remember, before we decided to make an example out of him - I took every shot in his book and was still standing strong. You see where I'm going with this Eddy? There's not a man alive in my past that I walked away SCARED. You wanna bring in Mark Windham? He didn't have (BLEEP) on me. Go find Cardigo, Powers or Havoc - I've lost to two of those guys before. Even I get knocked out by aluminum baseball bat shots, but not for too long..."
RANDALLS smirks at that last comment...
"The WAY I see it Ed, I don't even NEED a (BLEEP)'in partner. If Merritt wouldn't have banned you from using Troy, I certainly would think he'd be the man...right? And if you can remember to just one week ago, I managed to come out looking decent after facing you two alone. Listen, Eddy - I know you're a smart man. In the back of your mind, you must realize that this match is nothing, but Merritt trying to make more money off our spilled blood. You want to shock the world with somebody that hasn't been in the CSWA for awhile? I probably beat them right before they left. You want to pull a name off the current roster? Well, unless they're better than your boy Troy - it seems like a cakewalk for me, doesn't it? Merritt is USING us, Eddy. This is a complete waste of MY time and YOUR time. You want to rattle me? You want to have me running off with my tail between my legs? Then you're gonna have to break MY neck by your (BLEEP)'in DAMN SELF. 'Cause I don't RUN. I don't get RATTLED. I don't get SCARED. I come for the only thing that makes me feel alive, Ed. I come for the BLOOD. I come for the PAIN. It HAS been one year, Eddy. And what has it brought us except gimmick matches and mystery partners?"
(RANDALLS walks around the fire, closer to the camera...his eyes twinkling with rage...)
"You may have brought the Claimstakers to their knees, Eddy. But in hindsight, we NEVER had much to stand on. Think of the three men - Hornet, Flair, Randalls. We're much more suited to HATE each other, than believe in one another. Now, it's DIFFERENT. MUCH, MUCH DIFFERENT. You cannot and WILL NOT bring THE WOLF to his knees, Eddy. What I stand on, you cannot break. What I stand on, you only wish you could. 'Cause no matter what ANYONE believes, feels or hears - in this place, ONE thing remains TRUE. I STAND ALONE and STAND ON TOP OF THIS MOUNTAIN. And NOTHING will knock me off. Bring whoever the (BLEEP) you got, Eddy. Bring TWO or THREE of his friends if you need to. The path I walk, I walk ALONE. And in my mind, that's all I need..."
RANDALLS walks back to the fire, sits down lotus style and closes his eyes. The camera ZOOMS OUT as now a stardusted night with a bright crescent moon lie over the Mojave Desert. FADEOUT...
RANDALLS: "Denial must be a tough pill to swallow. No matter how much you wash it down, that bitter taste ALWAYS will stick with you. Maybe 5 years ago, I'd still be trying to wash it out. Not these days..."
RANDALLS pauses with a small grin...
"...these days I just chew it up and spit it OUT. Like being pinned by Lawrence Stanley. I WILL NOT deny that, but he and I know how much it would take to do it again. And trust me, only one of is questioning the outcome. So TROY - no matter how much you spin the story. No matter how many EXCUSES you give before your 'NO EXCUSES' big money, EGO-driven match with Flair...you won't wash down that pill you were given. Troy, this is the reason you've always been looking up at me, rather than down. I DON'T know how to 'SAVE' myself. I don't know what THAT even feels like. To fall victim to your own fears, doubts and inner weakness. To QUIT and call it a day..."
RANDALLS gives a disapproving nod...
"No matter how many times you tell the world that you're the King - I still see the same Slacker I met ten years ago. I've tried teaching you as a friend, I've tried teaching you as an enemy. Yet once again, when it comes down to it, you are STILL SCARED. You want to tell me that you 'SAVED' yourself? For ten years, I've listened to you MOCK me, call me nothing short of a fraud. And you can't even prove that with your best friend at your side because ALL OF A SUDDEN your match with FLAIR is more important to you? BULL(BLEEP). You're STILL SCARED, Troy. Flair might take you to the limit, Troy. He always has. Unfortunately...you don't want to go BEYOND."
RANDALLS kneels down, poking at the fire with a stick from the ground...
"You don't have the heart to be a King, Troy. The King never lays down his sword - he DIES for what he DEFENDS. Whether it's land, love or in our cases, HONOR. So don't go around whining and crying about all the years that I held Troy Windham, the 'true King' down - once again, you showed yourself TRUE to form. Let's face it, you don't want to BE a King, Troy. You just want to hold the crown..."
RANDALLS stands up and tosses the stick in the fire as an almost condescending gring comes over his face...
"And then there's EDDY. Do you really think this match has me rattled? Do you really think ANYONE you can find will have me running off with my tail between my legs? Last time I checked, ED - there's NOBODY I know NOW or in the PAST that has EVER done that. If this were up to me, there'd be NO PARTNERS. Just you, me - and a WHOLE LOTTA PAIN. Let's go over the GREATEST champions the CSWA has to offer since 1992. Hornet? No, I think we both know that Hornet isn't the same as he once was. He's too busy with paternity suits and sucking his own (BLEEP). Eli Flair? I don't even think the 'GREAT' Eddy Love could sink so low as to team with the man that broke Melissa's neck. What about Deacon? Well, I've only faced the man once, but as I remember, before we decided to make an example out of him - I took every shot in his book and was still standing strong. You see where I'm going with this Eddy? There's not a man alive in my past that I walked away SCARED. You wanna bring in Mark Windham? He didn't have (BLEEP) on me. Go find Cardigo, Powers or Havoc - I've lost to two of those guys before. Even I get knocked out by aluminum baseball bat shots, but not for too long..."
RANDALLS smirks at that last comment...
"The WAY I see it Ed, I don't even NEED a (BLEEP)'in partner. If Merritt wouldn't have banned you from using Troy, I certainly would think he'd be the man...right? And if you can remember to just one week ago, I managed to come out looking decent after facing you two alone. Listen, Eddy - I know you're a smart man. In the back of your mind, you must realize that this match is nothing, but Merritt trying to make more money off our spilled blood. You want to shock the world with somebody that hasn't been in the CSWA for awhile? I probably beat them right before they left. You want to pull a name off the current roster? Well, unless they're better than your boy Troy - it seems like a cakewalk for me, doesn't it? Merritt is USING us, Eddy. This is a complete waste of MY time and YOUR time. You want to rattle me? You want to have me running off with my tail between my legs? Then you're gonna have to break MY neck by your (BLEEP)'in DAMN SELF. 'Cause I don't RUN. I don't get RATTLED. I don't get SCARED. I come for the only thing that makes me feel alive, Ed. I come for the BLOOD. I come for the PAIN. It HAS been one year, Eddy. And what has it brought us except gimmick matches and mystery partners?"
(RANDALLS walks around the fire, closer to the camera...his eyes twinkling with rage...)
"You may have brought the Claimstakers to their knees, Eddy. But in hindsight, we NEVER had much to stand on. Think of the three men - Hornet, Flair, Randalls. We're much more suited to HATE each other, than believe in one another. Now, it's DIFFERENT. MUCH, MUCH DIFFERENT. You cannot and WILL NOT bring THE WOLF to his knees, Eddy. What I stand on, you cannot break. What I stand on, you only wish you could. 'Cause no matter what ANYONE believes, feels or hears - in this place, ONE thing remains TRUE. I STAND ALONE and STAND ON TOP OF THIS MOUNTAIN. And NOTHING will knock me off. Bring whoever the (BLEEP) you got, Eddy. Bring TWO or THREE of his friends if you need to. The path I walk, I walk ALONE. And in my mind, that's all I need..."
RANDALLS walks back to the fire, sits down lotus style and closes his eyes. The camera ZOOMS OUT as now a stardusted night with a bright crescent moon lie over the Mojave Desert. FADEOUT...
