Its Over

[Colt Crawford]

October 24th, 2009
Memphis, Tennessee
Brian Clark School of Wrestling

It has been awhile since he has been to this place, ever since Clark joined him and Saber. But he is here today just a week before one of the biggest matches of his career. There may not be any titles on the line or even any title shots, but the privilege of proving to the world that Saber is exactly who Colt as been saying he is will go along way to keeping Colt happy. A chance to drag Saber’s lifeless body from ring post to ring post, while continuously beating him with the large cow bell will go along way in keeping Colt content for a long time.

Colt parks his Toyota Camry in front of the school and steps out empty handed. He looks around at all the busy commotion going on and just shakes his head and walks towards the front door. He is met at the door by another familiar face, one that has been training at the school since Colt first entered the TWD, Jerome “Midnight” Ryder.

Jerome: Colt, man, how it going? Haven’t seen you around this joint for a while, why the disappearing act?

Colt: I have moved on past this place, I have done what none of Brian’s other graduates have been able to do, I have become successful.

Jerome: Man, you can’t count Tripp into a graduate of Clark’s school, he left before Brian was ever done with him. And the others were well on their way to a successful tag team career until the knee injury. Brian is the one who gave you the opportunity you have right now, you owe him.

Colt: I don’t owe him shit. Maybe he got me a contract in the TWD, but I could have done that on my own. You think I owe him for getting me the tag team titles? No he threw me in a terrible position with a bum of a partner, why were we successful? Because I have too much pride to let a waste of a person bring me down, when you do that they cost you everything, proof is in the fact that I didn’t lose the tag team titles.

Jerome: Colt, you are a self centered ass now days. I wish I would have joined the school sooner, and then it would be me staring in the TWD, and making the most of it. Instead of standing in front of the school….

Colt: Jerome, time for you t face facts. You have been at the school for a couple of years now and Brian has yet to give you a contract into any federation. He will tell you eight hundred excuses why, but at the end of the day everyone in the building knows that you are not good enough to be a competitor in any federation. If you were in the TWD you would get your ass eaten up.

Jerome: Listen here, just cause you are a foot taller then me, doesn’t mean I still can’t chop your ass down to size.

Colt elbows Jerome in the nose causing him to stumble back slightly; Colt grabs him by the dreadlocks and throws him through the glass part of the screen door and onto the Memphis Street. People who were walking the street all stop and stare at Jerome who is lying motionless on the concrete, with Colt looking on from inside the school from a window on the second floor Brian Clark’s head pops out.

Brian: Son of bitch, Jason get down there and see what the hell happened to Jerome.

Jason rushes from inside the building down the stairs, on the way passing Colt who just laughs at the whole situation. Once up the stairs Colt doesn’t turn towards Brian Clark, instead he heads directly into the locker room area and opens up his locker and begins pulling everything out. As he is doing this Brian Clark busts into the room, none to happy.

Brian: Damn it Colt! Not only did you ruin my door you may have seriously injured Jerome. He was just about ready to make the jump and now you just pushed that back.

Colt: Who are you kidding; Jerome is still miles away from being ready to compete in any creditable federation. Besides sometimes adversity is the best thing for a person, the broken ankle made me what I am today.

Brian: Hopefully what you are is something that Jerome never becomes. And you think Jerome is miles away from being ready, the same can be said about you.

Colt: Anyone that would say that would be a jackass. Look at what I have done since I start the TWD just a few short months ago. Not to beat a dead bush, but no one has pinned me or made me submit yet. I won the tag team titles with a paper weight as a partner and I went toe to toe with the World Champion and didn’t get beat.

Brian: You still lost.

Colt: It terms of record, you are correct. But Marcus T couldn’t beat me, you couldn’t finish me off. Maybe I cost myself a prime opportunity, but that jack nut Saber was pissing me off and I needed to take care of him.

Brian: You already knew you were going to have that chance this week coming, you lost focus on Marcus and that is a prime example of the immature mistakes that you are still making.

Colt: Call it immature if you want, I call it setting my priorities. I will have another chance to win the World Title, hell probably will happen at Devil’s Dance. My number one priority was and still is to beat the living hell out of Saber.

Brian: You are fucking ridiculous.

Colt continues to take all of the things out of his locker and Brian realizes that he now has a duffle bag full of shit that used to be in his locker.

Brian: What the hell are you doing here anyways?

Colt: Something that I should have done months ago. I am getting all of my belongs out of here, I am officially done with this place.

Brian: You think it is that easy? Colt, you are contracted in to the school and you still have more than half of a year under contract.

Colt: Then take me to court. I don’t need this place; I didn’t need this place to begin with. I used as the quick route into a contract and that is what I got. I am light years above the rest of the talent you have here, and there may never be anyone as good as me to step foot into your broken down school any time soon.

Brian: You think that you are so damn smart. However, you have seemed to forget that I own your contract in the TWD as well. All I have to do is have a meeting with the Moderators and you are done in the TWD.

Colt: I dare you to try it Brian.

Brian: Don’t push me Colt or I will ruin what promise career you may have.

Colt zips up his bag and walks pass Brian. He suddenly turns around and pushes Brian back into the set of lockers knocking him over. Not waiting to see the response Colt heads out to the main training area where he passes Britney Clark who stares him down and then stops Brian Clark who has now came charging out from the locker room.

Britney: Let him go, you can handle this later.

Brian: Colt, you son of a bitch. You know I am not finished with you.

Colt: That’s okay, because I am finished with you.

Colt continues to walks towards the door, but is stopped by Brian’s next words.

Brian: By the way Taylor stopped by the other day to see you.

Colt drops his bag and turns back towards Brian.

Colt: What did you tell her? She wasn’t supposed to show up until today.

Brian: Don’t worry I didn’t say anything to her. I didn’t have to. She ran into Saber when she got here and he told her that you weren’t here. Then he was polite enough to give her a ride.

Colt: That son of a…

Colt grabs his bag and heads down the stairs passing Jason and Jerome who is being helped up the stairs. He opens the back door of his Camry and throws his bag in the car and then jumps in the driver seat. As Brian and Britney look on from the upstairs window Colt peels out of his parking spot, nearly hitting a young couple, and heads south towards the highway.

As Colt drives down the highway his attention is obviously on something other then the rode.

Finally it is over

I am done with the BCSOW

Too many damn initials for a piece of shit place

The next part of my career can finally move on

Well at least it can after next week

No more Clark holding me back

No more Clark dictating who and when I fight

No more crazy ideas that he decides for me

Now I do things my way

I dictate how my career goes

Maybe I do it alone

Or maybe I do it with a little assistance

Either way I do it how I want

Maybe after I beat the hell out of Saber

I take advantage of the 24/7 rule and get what I should have had last week

I bet Brian wouldn’t approve of that move

Too damn bad for him

Speaking of my feline friend

The time has finally come for us

To do a little dance for the whole world to see

But not just any dance

A dance with a bull rope attached to each of us

With a pretty little cow bell in the middle

That will soon be indented into his head

Object of this dance

Beat the hell out of the other

And drag their lifeless body from corner to corner

Proving dominance over your opponent

To me it will be like beating a dead horse

Or in this case a dead kitty

I have proven on more than one occasion

That I am the dominate wrestler

Whether it was in our sparring sessions

Or our little tussle in the Parking Lot Brawl

Hell I even proved it when you tapped out and lost my tag team title

You laugh when I say I am The Next Great Thing

You laugh because you know it is true and you’re jealous

They say jealousy is ugly

And after I am done with that cow bell you will be do

Do I know how dangerous a bull rope match is

Yes, but it won’t be nearly as dangerous for me as it is for you

Cause standing across from me will be a less than talented rookie

Who thinks that he has been trained by the best from around the world

Where as standing across from you will be a monster

One that is not afraid of taking a little pain and punishment

As long as his is delivering more than he is receiving

You called it a make or break match

A match that will set the stage for the rest of our careers

Maybe you’re right about that

Maybe you should start thinking about other career options

November 1st will forever be engraved into our history

The day after Halloween

But the scariest day of your young life

When the first bell rings you will stare into the eyes of your keeper

And when the last bell sounds you will stare into a white light

Don’t chase after it…

…Better yet you might as well

It may be a better option for you

Saber I am Holier Than Thou

But you already know that

Now it is time I prove it to the rest of the world

At your expense

Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock