Pacing

[Colt Crawford]

November 28th, 2009
Outside the Georgia Dome
11:00 p.m.

Less than 24 hours until Devil’s Dance, the PPV event of the holiday season. Where the TWD best will put it all on the line for a chance to shine as the best in the business, and where five specific people will put everything they have worked for in order to be crowned the best, The World Champion. We catch Colt Crawford walking around the arena, alone, just staring at the Georgia Dome.

A lot has happened inside of those walls. There has been some tremendous football games played in this building, as well as many other not as important events. But tomorrow night another big event occurs inside of the Georgia Dome, an event that will be of minimal existence to some people, but to others, such as me, it will be an event of a life time.

Tomorrow night I will look straight in the eye of four men, Eno, Jamie, Filipe, and Saber. And as each of those men look back at me, I will know what they are thinking, because I will be thinking it. They will be thinking that tonight I shine as the TWD World Champion after outlast, and outsmarting these other four men. They will be thinking that no one in the ring will be able to hold a candle to them. And four out of us five will be thinking wrong.

It is time to be honest, both with myself and the rest of the TWD world. There are only two people that are expected to win tomorrow night, and neither of them is me. I could walk down the road and ask any TWD who will win tomorrow, and except for the fanatic favorites, they will all say either Jamie Krenshaw or Eno Redrum. Why? Eno has been here before and Jamie, well we all know he is the chosen one.

Hell, let us be honest with ourselves, if the Moderators had it their way they would just hand the World Title belt to Jamie Krenshaw and be done with it. They throw him in this match knowing he has a great chance of winning it, but if something accidently happens, he still has a chance with the Championship Case. Do I sound a little jealous, maybe I am hell I would love to be a part of the corporate family and get the inside track to everything.

Don’t get me wrong, Jamie; I understand what you mission is since you have arrived in the TWD. You have been all about the money that comes with the business. You have all but said screw the fans and screw everyone involved. You made a business move in getting Danny Pandora as your tag team partner, and that paid off as you sit with that shine tag team belt right next to you. Now you have made the Moderators your best friends and it has propelled you into the World Title picture, and we all know the money that comes with being the World Champion. So as much as I despise what you are all about, I also envy you for doing what you do.

As for Eno and his chance, as much as I laugh at him now he cannot be denied the one year title reign he did have. He beat all the competition that was put in front of him, and he can’t be faulted if the talent wasn’t as superior then as it is now. It would be like penalizing Boise State for going undefeated but being in a bad conference, wait a minute the whole world does that already. So if we as the whole world are going to compare things equally then we should judge Eno’s title reign as less impressive because of the lack of talent, that or leave Boise State the hell alone!

Back on track now, and back to Mr. Redrum. Recently you claimed that you have beaten me a lot lately and that is just one of the many things you have done to prove your relevance. Maybe I was sleeping or maybe I was high off of Jahmon’s second hand, but I don’t remember a single time stepping into the ring with you. Hell I don’t remember a situation where we could have even met, when I was rising up in this federation you were nowhere to be found. When the revolution was beginning, you were out doing who the hell knows what. But that is okay because now you are back, and you are back in the position to win the World Title and maybe reign for another year. If you manage to win the World Title, then I doubt you will reign for a year let alone more than a couple of months.

You disguise your little recruiting spree as a movement to make everything that is wrong in the TWD right. That is the biggest load of bullshit that I have heard out of one man’s mouth in the last decade. The least you could do is be honest with the TWD world, and yourself. You are recruiting insurance for yourself. In every great group there is always a dominate leader, Hollywood, HHH, HBK, Flair, all dominate leaders in their respectable groups, but what happens in each of those groups, someone from within rises up and challenges the leader causing demise. JENT was a dominate group when Kingpin ruled the crow, and then you rose up and challenged him for supremacy, and look what happened from there. So now you want to start over as the leader of a movement, but what happens when your pawns want to be the top dog. When Saber wants to quit being a pussy and actually step up to the plate, are you going to allow it? Hell no you won’t, you will turn on him as quick as Kingpin and Marcus T did to you. You can claim on the high horse that you are trying to do the right thing, but at the end of the day you are no different than the rest of the JENT trash that is no longer around.

Colt turns the corner of the Georgia Dome and sees a couple of security guards standing around having a couple of donuts and a cup of coffee, very stereotypical. When the guards notice him they wave for him to come over.

Guard 1: Anything we can do for you tonight sir?

Colt: I am just checking out the site of history that we have here.

Guard 2: There has been a lot of that here in the past. Even tonight during…

Colt: I am sure you two can tell me stories dating back to the 1920s, but the history I am talking about hasn’t happened yet. The history I am talking about is to happen tomorrow night at Devil’s Dance.

Guard 1: Are you one of them wrestling guys or something?

Colt: Yeah I am one of those wrestling guys. Apparently they don’t have IQ tests for the job you two have.

Guard 2: Mister I don’t think I like your attitude and tone of voice. If you keep that up then we may be forced to…

Colt: To what? You are going to write me a pretty little paper with a little citation on it that at most will cost me 50 bucks to pay off and get out of my hair. I know that you two are nothing more than rent a cop who hope one day you can throw your weight around and pay back all of those bullies that put both of your heads in the toilets and flushed them.

The cops sit their coffee cups down on top of a nearby trash can and scarf down the rest of their donuts. The go to approach Colt with their hands on their hips, but stop when Colt starts to laugh.

Colt: You two honestly believe that you are going to intimidate me with your water pistols? Wait a minute do you even have anything that resembles a pistol in your holster?

Guard 2: The city doesn’t issue guns unless we are trained in the safety and security. And if you are working at this position then you have yet to complete that class, or in his case you have accidently shot yourself in the foot.

Guard 1: Wait a second, that was a dangerous situation and I forgot to lock the safety.

Colt: You are more of a moron than I even thought at first, if you didn’t have some authority I would kick your ass for being that stupid.

Guard 1: Are you threatening a police officer…

Colt: I don’t see any of those around here.

Guard 2: Listen you little punk ass, we may not be official cops, but we still have the authority to take your ass and…

Before the Guard can finish talking a woman, no actually the mysterious woman that we have seen attached to Colt lately, comes up and steps in between Colt and the guards.

Woman: Colt get out of here for now while I handle these two.

Colt: I was handling them just fine before you arrived, now if you would excuse me…

Woman: I am sure you were physically about to dominate these two, but in order to keep you safe for tomorrow night and not behind bars waiting for a lazy ass judge to see you Monday morning. Now listen to me and go for another walk while I take care of these two idiots.

Colt chuckles at the woman and turns away from the three of them and walks back towards where he initially started. He pulls out a small tin can from his pocket and puts something in his mouth. He takes one quick glance back to the three of them and laughs again.

I guess it is a good thing I have her around at times after all. Those two wannabe cops deserve an ass beating just for being the losers that they are. But damn that woman if she doesn’t make a ton of sense, I can only imagine how fat and lazy these judges are in this town.

Speaking of being lazy I should probably focus in on Filipe and what he means to the match tomorrow night, which of course is nothing. Filipe, actually I have found some relevance to you being in the match. Your relevance is for me to extract my pay back from the embarrassment that I suffered last week. You happy now, you finally got me to admit that what happened at last Showdown was embarrassing for me, hell it should be embarrassing for you. You should be embarrassed that you are parading around claiming a victory over me, when I was half of myself.

But that will all change tomorrow night. You know damn well that you will not walk out of that match as the World Champion; the whole world knows that you won’t win that title. According to the whole world I won’t either, and unfortunately I can’t promise the world that I will piss them all off and prove them wrong. However, there is something that I can promise you and the rest of the damn world. And that is I will make sure I extract some revenge on you for what happened last week. Because there are two things I can guarantee in the match tomorrow night. One, I can get my revenge on you and Two; I can continue beating the ass of…

Saber, you knew damn well where that one was going. It seems like out hatred rivalry and paths just keep crossing, just when I thought I had gotten rid of you, there you pop up again like a bad rash on my ass. But to continue with the metaphor I will be the cream that finally get rids of this rash. What more can I say about you my friend that I have not already said over and over again. I hate you, you hate me. You will come after me in the match, and I will beat your ass. You will cry, and I will laugh, you will beg, and I will continue to beat you. I think that is a good footnotes summary for the listen pleasure of our viewing audience.

Saber, you and I are marketed as some of the bright up and comers along with Jamie Krenshaw, yet neither of us are getting any respect or look at as possibly winning this match. We are the third and fourth in line to be considered as World Champion, it is irrelevant as to who is where. But the fact remains that one of us can pull off the miracle upset and shock the TWD world by walking out as the World Champion, and as much as I would hate to see you do it, I would rather it be you over any of the other bitches. Not because I like you, and you know that is the farthest from the truth, but simply cause I know I will have had a hand in making you good enough to win it. In order for you to be at the level to be World Champion, you had to be at a level to compete against me, which you did in some instances.

I promise you that when the bell rings you will want to gun for my head, for one reason or another, and I will be banking on that. I will have you out of sorts to the point that you may even forget what you are really in the match for, and when that happens like I suspect it will then I will have won. Maybe not the world title, but the battle within the war that I needed to win, and for you it will signal the beginning of the end, and not just in the match, but also for your once promise career.

For a final thought as I leave you to sleep in preparation of Devil’s Dance, I want to compare myself to an icon, Tim Tebow. Here in Georgia people hate him for obvious reasons, and around the country many people want him to fail because he is that damn good. Everyone in the TWD would rather see me fail then succeed, but like Tebow I will make it my goal to piss people off and shatter their dreams. Tebow has Gainesville, and I have Lexington, and what makes me the most like Tebow is that I just simply win. As he will soon he crowned Heisman Trophy winner, I will soon be crowned World Champion, but unlike Tebow I will do it unpeacefully.

Eno, Jamie, Filipe, Saber…sleep well, eat a great breakfast, and then be prepared for the night of your lives!