Impasse
(Cueup: Various and assorted crowd noise, along with someone singing "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi in an excruciatingly off-key manner)
(Fade in on the interior of what looks like a karaoke bar at Disneyland. Or, like...Mickey's Karaoke or something. I don't know what they have there. If they don't have karaoke bars, suspend your disbelief. Anyway, some drunk guy with a very pronounced sweat stain around the neck of his T-shirt is belting out the last few lines of "Livin' on a Prayer," while the crowd pretty much sits there indifferent)
Drunk Guy: OHHHHHH, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE...WHOA-OH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER...TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR...WHOA-OH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER...OHHHHHH WE'RE HALF--(interrupted)
DJ: Alright! That was Steve with "Livin' on a Prayer."
(The crowd remains indifferent as Steve throws up the metal horns and stumbles offstage)
DJ: Up next we've got James. James, are you out there?
(A figure comes out of the crowd to take the stage. When he's handed the mic and turns toward the camera, we can see it's Copycat)
DJ: Hey...are you...?
Copycat: Copycat? Yeah.
DJ: Hey, listen up, folks! We've got a big name onstage here -- this is the WFW World Champion, Copycat!
(The members of the crowd who follow wrestling enough to know who he is start cheering)
Copycat: FORMER WFW World Heavyweight Champion.
DJ: Former? What happened, man?
Copycat: How 'bout you just play my song?
DJ: Alright, fair enough.
(The DJ cues up the song as Copycat sits down on the stool provided, microphone in hand)
Copycat:
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
(Copycat's voice cuts in as a voice/over)
Copycat V/O: So I've been here more than a week -- at "The Happiest Place on Earth," as they like to call it -- trying to figure out what I feel right now. I don't want anyone to get the impression that I'm sitting around my hotel room, eating ice cream and watching my cage match with Manson over and over again, or anything like that. I'm not depressed. But I'm not happy, either. And I'm trying to figure out just where in the middle I stand right now. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I need to get some bearing on my current situation before I can really do anything about it.
Copycat:
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then, I walk alone
Copycat V/O: On the one hand, I know the way Anarky beat me only proves once again that he can't beat me by himself -- he always needs the help of hhis three buddies. But at the same time, I knew I'd be fighting four guys all by myself, and the fact that I knew this in advance and still couldn't do anything to stop it makes me question how useful it was to know in the first place. Manson's appearance helped me a little, but that's still four-on-two. No one can be expected to win against those odds. And yet...I feel like there must be SOMETHING I could have done. I just don't know what.
Copycat:
Read between the lines
What's messed up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs and know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk a...
Copycat V/O: I've got a match at Road to Glory, but it's of no importance. Blue Cat and Mephisto may have proved themselves formidable as a team against Johnson and Rabesque, but in the end, they aren't going to have any bearing on my future. That future is the title rematch I've got coming up against Anarky. Plus Manson, plus the winner of the So Cal Rumble. Three challengers to Anarky's title -- maybe a way of evening out the unfair odds he brings to every match?
Copycat:
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhhh-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, I walk alone, I walk a...
Copycat V/O: I don't know. I doubt it. Or maybe I don't. I don't know WHAT the hell I know right now. I wish there were some less emo way of saying it, but there isn't. Being numb to the world is not a good way to spend two weeks at Disneyland. And it's sure as hell not a good way to go into a wrestling match. I know the importance of that psychological factor. Trouble is, the only way to get that psychological edge back is to snap out of this rut...and the only way to snap out of this rut is to get that psychological edge back. Thus, a dilemma.
Copycat:
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then, I walk alone
Copycat V/O: I made myself an ultimatum. By the time Road to Glory rolled around, I'd have to figure out a direction for myself. I'd have to figure out what my feelings are, I'd have to figure out what I'm going to do about those feelings, and I'd have to figure out how I'm going to get my title back from Anarky. Now...the interesting thing is, I've figured out how I can get my title back from Anarky. I just don't want to do it. I told myself I wouldn't do it. But after all this time here, I still haven't figured out how to deal with number one or number two -- only number three. So I updated my ultimatum. And if I still can't make it through step one or step two, I'm going to skip straight to step three. I'll be mad at myself for it. But if it's the only way, then it's the only way. I know myself well enough to know when it's time for a last resort.
DJ: Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, that was James, a.k.a. Copycat! Let's hear it for him!
(Copycat hands off the mic and walks offstage, ignoring the applause)
Copycat V/O: I don't want now to be that time. But if now is that time...then that's how it has to be.
(Fade out)