Here We Go

[Colt Crawford]

November 6th, 2009
Lexington, Kentucky
1206 Corbin Rd.

Back to the same house that we witnessed a midget fight less than a week ago. This time there doesn’t seem to be a circus going on, or any type of celebrating activities going on. Inside the house we see Colt Crawford watching television, but the television isn’t showing flashes of sports, or comedy, or even any dramatic movie. What is on the television is what has been haunting Colt for days, the Bull Rope match against Saber. The chance he had to put up or shut up and he got shut up. But he is not alone watching, as he is again joined by the mysterious woman who has seemed to turn into a regular. He back is turned to the camera and we have been instructed not to even attempt to see her face, but will we listen?

Woman: You are obsessed with this damn tape. I am almost sorry that I had it recorded for you.

Colt: I am not obsessed, I am just pissed that I lost to that no talent waste of space. He didn’t deserve to beat me, hell he doesn’t deserve to tie my wrestling boots. Watch this and you will that I physically dominate him the whole match. I dragged his lifeless body from corner to corner on a number of occasions…

Woman: I have watched the tape, over and over and over again.

Colt: …I had him begging for salvation. He knew his days as a wrestler where coming to an end, when then he found the equalizer. The damn cow bell is the only reason he was able to even stagger me. His fists felt like paper, his kick nothing more than a bug, but since he can swing a cow bell he was able to get the upper advantage.

Woman: The cow bell was accessible to the both of you. It was part of the dynamics of the match.

Colt: I didn’t need the cow bell to beat him; I knew that going into the match. My moves are far more powerful and dangerous than anything he can do with any weapon, let alone a cow bell. However, he was able to hit in just the right spot that caused me to bleed and get blood in my eye and contacts. Do you know how hard it is to win a match when you cannot even see who you are fighting two feet in front of you?

Woman: No I cannot say that I have ever had blood flowing down my face to a point that I couldn’t see. If it was me I wouldn’t have ever given my opponent a chance to get a weapon that they could do that to me.

Colt: If I had a choice I wouldn’t have either. Instead the Moderators insisted on a gimmick match where the winner is determined by touching the four corner turnbuckles. What the hell kind of challenge is that? A ten year old can run around the ring and touch each turnbuckle, but he would still get his face smashed in a real wrestling match, unless it was against Saber.

Woman: Hopefully you can take all this anger and turn it into a positive, starting next week with your next opponent.

Colt: Who the hell is that anyways?

Woman: Filipe

Colt: Who the hell is that?

Woman: Filipe Barroqueiro, you know O’Malley’s former partner that you and Saber beat to win the tag team titles.

Colt: You mean the team that I beat single handedly? How the hell do I get thrown into a match with that jobber? I have moved on to bigger and better opponent and shouldn’t be degraded to wrestling an opening act.

Woman: Well that opening act has a nice match at Devil’s Dance.

Colt: What is that, a tuxedo match with Adam Young? Is that guy even in the federation any more?

Woman: Young has been gone for months, and the match Filipe is in is the five man dance for the Vacant World Title match.

Colt stands up and kicks the coffee table in a fit of rage.

Colt: How the hell do the Moderators find justification in that? What has Filipe done lately in this place other than nothing? Please tell me that there are other names in that match announced already.

Woman: There is…

Colt: Thank god, at least the Moderators are smart enough to balance the match with a talent like me.

Woman: Were you paying any attention at Showdown at all?

Colt: I was too busy preparing for Saber. I didn’t care what else was going on in the card. I suppose I should read a memo especially when it puts me in a World Title match.

Woman: I said there were other names in the match, but I never said who and I never said you.

Colt: You have got to be shitting me…

Woman: Filipe, Jamie Krenshaw, and Eno have been announced for the match so far.

Colt: This is ridiculous, do the Moderators even know how to line up a card. Sure Eno is the only former champion in the federation so give that a chalk up, I guess. Unfortunately Jamie Krenshaw has the champion’s case so I am sure he used that to get into the match.

Woman: Nope…

Colt: What the hell! The rich just apparently get richer in this damn place. Doesn’t he have enough to worry about with the Tag Team titles, greedy ass mother fu….

Woman: He wants to be the TWD’s first dual champion…

Colt: Well we can’t be letting that happen. So we have three chumps that should not be in the match over me, and instead they are. Wait, didn’t you say it was a five way title match.

Woman: If you would ever let me finish I would have told you that there are still two spots that have not been announced.

Colt: So a glimmer of hope is still out there for a salvageable PPV. Now what angle do I need to do in order to convince the Moderators to put me in that match, since apparently me just being Great isn’t doing it for them.

Woman: I got a brilliant idea….

Colt: Maybe if I bribe them, but I wonder what a bunch of egotistical guys….

Woman: Colt, will you please shut up for a minute and let me finish a damn thought.

Colt: Wow, I think someone must be on their period.

The woman smacks Colt upside the head without messing up a single hair on her head.

Woman: What I was going to say is that it seems the Moderators are giving you a chance to earn a spot in the title match by putting you in a match against someone already in there. Hell if you beat Filipe I don’t think you can be denied one of the two final spots, hell they may even have to replace Filipe with you.

Colt: That is not a bad idea, but I think I will just beat Filipe and earn my spot into the title match at Devil’s Dance.

The woman stands up and heads out of the room.

Colt: Where the hell you going babe?

Woman: Away from you right now. I knew when I signed up for this that you would be a challenge to work with, but tonight you are just downright frustrating. Come see me after you get rid of the jackasses.

The woman walks towards the hallway with the bedrooms in it, and never turns her head towards the camera. However, Colt does turn towards the camera.

So Saber aren’t you boasting all around town about the miracle in Alabama? You know as well as I do that what you did was nothing more than a fluke. Nine times out of ten you step into that ring with me and I will toss you from side to side and you will not walk out of the ring alone.

However, you had to luck on your side. A cow bell and a bunch of luck, but that is neither here nor there. No what is here is I have an opportunity to get back into a world title match, and this time without you as a distraction I will actually win it.

In order to get to that point thought I have to go through you. Filipe, I am talking directly to you this time. I don’t know what the Moderators see in you, but I see the truth. Without O’Malley you are nothing. Hell with O’Malley you were nothing. But apparently you found the right person in the group of Moderators that will accept your entire ass kissing.

Ass kiss all you want, but it seems the other Moderators are playing a practical joke on you. Stepping into the ring with me cannot turn out well for you. Just ask all the others before you.

Filipe, you are the start of my continuous rise to the top of the TWD. Saber’s victory last week will be nothing more than a footnote in my history once I become World Champion. No Dual Championship for Jamie, No two time champion for Eno, and sure as hell no career start for you Filipe.

I am Holier Than Thou, and it is about time the rest of the world realizes it!