Final Thought

[Colt Crawford]

September, 19th
Raleigh, North Carolina
Hampton Inn

Less then twenty four hours until one the biggest nights in TWD history, and each team is putting their final touches on strategy and game plan. Some are probably in a room watching hours of tape on all of their opponents, but he has already done that. Maybe some are sitting around having a couple of drinks and discussing how they are going to handle each team, he isn’t one for drinks with his partner. Yet maybe there are some teams that really are just relaxed somewhere not even thinking about the match, he can’t get it off of his mind. This match will play a big role in the future of his career, whether win or lose, obviously win would be preferred.

Colt Crawford is lying on his bed in his hotel room, but he is not asleep. Instead he is staring blankly up at the ceiling, no television or radio on, and no one else in the room to bother him. You can see his wrestling gear and tag title hanging off the back of the chair in the corner, as well as papers spread out on the table, each with a different wrestler’s notes on them. Colt’s focus is apparent tonight, but is concentration is suddenly broken up by a quiet knock on his door.

Colt: Go ahead, the door is cracked open for you.

Without Colt moving the door is pushed open and into the room steps Colt’s most common visitor, and dare us to say his developing ally, Britney Clark. She walks over next to his bed and looks down at him, but Colt acts as though she is not there and continues to look up at the ceiling. Finally she decides to take a seat in the chair opposite the tag team belt.

Britney: Thinking about the match at this time of the night?

Colt: Actually I was thinking about how long it would take me to get and escort here, and then you knocked on the door and my question was answered.

Britney: Nice one, ass, one day you will grow up and find some new material.

Colt: Maybe some day I will, but then you will just have to move on and find another cradle to rock.

Colt sits up in his bed and slides down to the corner closest to Britney. She hands him a towel that was lying and the table and he puts it over his head.

Britney: So why are you still awake, or at least not out running around looking for hookers?

Colt: As much fun as that may sound and they are only hookers if you have to pay for them. My mind isn’t into chasing the tail tonight; my mind is on beating it tomorrow night.

Britney: I must admit, I never thought I would see the day that tough guy Colt Crawford would be lying in bed worried about a wrestling match.

Colt: Don’t confuse my focus as being worried. I stand by the fact that I am the most dominate wrestler in the TWD. I may not be the most technically sound, but there is no one that will be in that ring tomorrow who can match up with my size and strength.

Britney: If you are that confident in yourself then why are you beating yourself up all night worrying…I mean focusing on the match?

Colt: This isn’t a singles match where everyone is in it for themselves. Everyone, except Kersh, will have someone watching their back and watching every move they make.

Britney: So will you…

Colt: The difference is the person watching my back will also be the target in the match. Nine wrestlers will be focused on taking out the World Champions first, before they turn their attention on each other. So I need to focus on not only keeping myself alive in the match, but also making sure Saber stays alive in the match, as my success depends on him as his does on me.

Britney: Colt, you need to focus on being the dominate force in the match and that is it. Saber is more then prepared for what will be thrown his way and after watching you prepare this week, I don’t question that you are either. You just have to go out there and stick to the preparation that you did all week. Brian and he lackeys have prepared to for each and every wrestler that you will see in that ring. Every style and every move you should expect tomorrow night was duplicated this week in training and you were able to adjust and find the weakness as I am sure you will tomorrow. I have said since the day you walked into the place that your Achilles heel was your cocky and arrogant attitude, and that is one thing I haven’t seen this week.

Colt: It is still there I promise, because even though I am focused and concerning myself with every team, I still know that I will walk out of the arena tomorrow night as one half of the tag team champions. Because I am Holier…

Britney: I know you think you are Holies Than Thou. I guess even a couple weeks of serious training and a main event match can’t knock you off your self imposed pedestal.

Colt: Would you love me any other way?

Britney: Love you would be the last words I choose to use to describe my feelings for you.

Colt takes the towel off his head and throws it in the direction of Britney who is able to duck away from him. He walks over to the other chair and takes a seat across from Britney, with the table full of papers in between them. He begins shuffling through the papers as Britney scoots her chair closer to the table.

Britney: Take any more notes from the tapes Brian gave you to watch?

Colt: As if I wasted my day watching those tapes. I may be focused on my task at hand, but I still have a life. I watched enough tape with Brian and Saber this week to get all the information that I needed for my opponents this week.

Britney: Amuse me; let me hear what you got.

Colt searches through the papers and pulls out the one with a picture of Brent Kersh at the top.

Colt: The Enforcer is a unique one in this match. Obviously he has no one watching his back and as far as I know he really has no ally. On top of those facts he is hated by the men that run the show. Sure he is a technical wrestling clinic, but in a match with this amount of competitors his technical skills will be limited. I expect him to give it his all, but I don’t expect that to being anything close to enough.

Colt crumbles the paper up and throws it into the corner just missing the trash can. He searches through the papers again and this time pulls out the paper with The Wizard and Off Constantly.

Colt: Insult to Injury is nothing more then a bunch of insults to the wrestling business. I will give Off his due he has size, but he looks annoyingly awkward every time he steps into that ring. Wizard shows some signs of talent every couple of times he steps into the ring, but way to inconsistent to be considered a threat to me or Saber in this match, besides Saber has already displayed what he can do to the Wizard, even if it was in the UWA.

Colt again crumbles up the paper and fakes a throw to the garbage can, but then drops the paper at hi feet.

Britney: Got good enough to throw away?

Colt: Those two are not even worth the energy.

Shuffling though the papers a little more he pulls out a page with Filipe’s picture on it, and an empty space next to his.

Britney: What no picture of Eno to put at the top of that page?

Colt: Couldn’t find one right away and wasn’t about to make the effort. Besides it doesn’t matter whose face is put there the end result will be the same. However, I must say the effort to eliminate O’Malley a couple of weeks ago by the Fagtag Effect was decently amusing.

Colt begins to crumble up the paper…

Britney: No comments on that tag team.

Colt: What really can I say? I have proven that I can beat Filipe, hence the reason we are entering this match as champions instead of challengers. As for Eno, I will admit he did the TWD proud by holding on to the World Title for eleven months. That is an incredible amount of time; it was also a time period that I was not a part of the TWD. As a matter of fact it was a time period where the TWD was run by JENT and they did everything in their power to keep that title on him. From sleeping with whomever, Dragzilla’s specialty, to putting everyone in a drug endured coma before their match, Shaka, all the way to interfering at every turn. I am not scolding him for winning at all costs, but look what happens when JENT isn’t there to protect him. Plus he has Filipe as his partner so that spells doom in it self.

He tosses the crumbled up paper and this time nails it into the garbage can. He looks down at the table and there are two sheets of paper left, one with the mugs of Shabree and Chris, the Freytag Effect and the other with Jamie Krenshaw and Krunch.

Britney: Getting down to the end I see.

Colt: Getting down to two teams that I actually consider competition.

Britney: Didn’t expect you to put the Freytag Effect in that category, especially after what you were able to do with Shabree at the last Showdown.

Colt: You are starting to know me to well Brit. I was seeing if I could pull a fast one by you, but you got me. Christy and Shabree are far from anything I would consider competition. Everyone witnessed what I was able to do to Shabree at Showdown. Granted she is a little spit fire at times, but that can easily be remedied with a not so gentle boot to the skull. I wouldn’t be surprised to see her hiding in the corner once that bell rings. As for Christy, I will admit that she can be clever at times. The attack on O’Malley and the confrontation with Kersh a few weeks back were both priceless moments, however, that all happened outside of the ring. Instead I have been far from impressed. I ask Britney, can you even tell me what Christy has done? No, I couldn’t either. These two belong with the others.

Crumbling and tossing the papers go directly into the waste basket leaving only one paper remaining.

Britney: Any tricks about this one?

Colt: This team is legit, at least in terms of staying on the table. Krunch, I can not say much about. So far to me he is a bunch of hype that has not had the chance to prove it right or wrong. Something tells me he will go about proving it one way or another tomorrow.

Britney: All that leaves is Jamie Krenshaw.

Colt: Krenshaw is a tricky one. Whether we want to or not, Saber, Krenshaw, and I will be forever linked and compared when it comes to the TWD. All three of us entered around the same time and we were all looked at as having unlimited potential. Fast forward a few months and Saber and I are the Tag Team champions and Jamie Krenshaw owns the Champions Case. The three of us have lived up to our billing so far. Jamie can claim an early lead if he wants by virtue of his Parking Lot Brawl win and his one on one win over Saber, but to me both of those mean nothing. He did not pin me in the Brawl, just like no one in this fed has been able to do, pin me. As for the win over Saber, I could have added that to my resume also, but I choose to try and inflicted more punishment. As far as I am concerned I am on equal playing level with Jamie. I will be looking forward to tomorrow night as a way to put myself above him. The NBA has Dwayne, Carmelo, and Lebron and the TWD has Saber, Jamie, and I, and like Dwayne I am an early champion, but like Lebron I will shine as being the best the game has to offer.

He leaves the paper on the table, but gets up and heads back to the bed where he once again lays down and stares up at the ceiling.

Britney: Seems to me that you have the whole world figured out. We shall see how well you have it figured out tomorrow. I will be watching from the back.

Colt: I am sure You, Brian, and all the lackeys will be paying close attention.

Britney: I don’t plan on being any where near the lackeys. I will see you then.

Britney gets up and heads for the door, but is stop by Colt calling her name.

Colt: You know you don’t have to leave. There is enough room in the bed, but I wouldn’t be expecting to pay you in the morning.

Britney: Colt, you could offer me a million bucks and chance are I still wouldn’t stay here with you.

With that she walks out slamming the door. Colt is once again left alone in his silent almost dark room to think about the day ahead and the weeks that have past.

She wants me

One day I will let her have me

Can’t have weak knees going into tomorrow night

Tomorrow will be electrifying

At least for two people

Sorry Kersh, tag means two

Saber and I have trained

Together

Is it enough to matter

Another makeshift team

Transitional Champions

Clark’s Coattail Riders

Lucky

They are all annoying nicknames

Yet they all stem from one quality

Jealousy

We have what nine other people want

They will say the right things

Make all the comical jokes

Make the same remarks over and over

“Colt you ego…”

“Saber, who are you again?”

“How will Clark save you this time?

“Don’t deserve the belts”

Say whatever the hell you want

I lay here tonight with a tag title belt three feet from my head

And I will lay here tomorrow night in the exact same way

Maybe a little tired

Probably a little bloody

But still with a belt three feet from my head

With a tag team partner that I can not stand

But one that I will go into battle with tomorrow

And fight tooth and nail with

To keep what is mine

And to make everyone realize

That Colt Crawford isn’t you average big man

He is far more than that

He is way above and beyond that

For he is I

And I am Holier Than Thou

Suddenly the lights in the room go off…………………..