Nightmares

[Colt Crawford]

January 23, 2010
Lexington, Kentucky
Hospital Bed?

Inside a hospital room we see Colt Crawford and Britney Clark standing over the motionless body of a many that we do not recognize, but looks very similar to Colt in many different features.

Colt: The doctor said they are not sure if he will ever wake from this coma.

Britney: I am so sorry, but I will admit I am surprised that you are so upset. All I have ever heard you say is that your brother is the next thing to the devil, and that you could care less about him.

Colt: He is the devil, but at the end of the day he is still my brother. We spent a lot of time together and have some great memories, granted we have more bad ones, but he still had some excellent ones to remember.

Britney: I suppose, maybe if he does wake up this will be a life altering experience and the two of you can grow on your relationship.

As Britney is talking the man in the hospital bed starts to stir much to the surprise of the two. Suddenly his eyes open and he stares up and Colt and Britney.

Colt: Holy shit, Bolt, you are awake!

Bolt: What the hell are you doing here, you piece of shit.

Colt: Even near death doesn’t change the devil.

Colt turns to leave the room, when his brother, barely able to, screams for him to wait.

Bolt: There is something that I have to tell you Colt, something that could drastically affect your life.

Colt: What is that?

Bolt: Before the accident I was doing some research, and I discovered a huge secret. That is why I was attacked for what I have discovered.

Colt: Do tell brother, what did you discover?

Bolt: That our sister is still alive.

Colt has a stunned look on his face, as he thought his sister had died some five years ago.

Bolt: That is not all Colt; she faked her death and had plastic surgery to escape the wrath of her crazy ex-boyfriend. And Colt, she lives close to us.

Colt: Where is she I want to go find her?

Bolt: She is standing right next to you! Colt, Britney is really our sister, Rachel!

Colt: WHAT!

Britney: I am so sorry Colt; I didn’t mean to betray you. But I have loved you since we were in the crib, in ways I know brothers and sisters are not supposed to love, but it doesn’t matter to me. I love you!

Colt: You betraying BITCH! Why didn’t you just tell me that it was you, I have had those same feelings as well.

Britney and Colt embrace in a kiss as Bolt falls back into a coma.

Suddenly Colt jumps up out of his bed, sweat pouring down his head and eyes bugged out. He looks over in his bed and sees Britney Clark, who has woken up by Colt’s excitement.

Britney: What is wrong?

Colt: Damn nightmares again.

Britney: What was this one about?

Colt: I was living a Saber promo; it was the most terrible thing I have ever experienced.

Britney: I can only imagine. Let me go downstairs and make us some coffee while you try and calm yourself down.

Colt: Thanks.

Britney gets out of bed and throws her robe on before heading down to the kitchen.

Okay Saber, I guess you are in my head a little bit. Your terrible promos have been giving me nightmares all week. Out of courtesy is it okay that I ask a favor of you? Will you please never do another promo as long as I am in the TWD? I cannot take these short nights any more.
But since you did waste a few minutes of my life by making me listen to that babble, I will not take a few seconds to tell you how stupid and wrong you are. First you want to brag about being given opportunities and headlining the last Showdown of 2009, but what did you do with those opportunities? Nothing! You lost them all and made yourself look like a worthy piece of shit, which wasn’t hard since that is what you are.

Who better than Colt Crawford? Only one person has a victory over me that can officially claim that, and he stands on the other side of a victory against you. Filipe put my shoulders on the mat and had me looking at the ceiling, unfortunately I have no excuses for that loss, but I will make it right. As for your win against me, let us just call that a fluke with a bell.

Tomorrow night you and I will once again be standing toe to toe, for the fourth time. Twice neither of us was victorious, but also neither of us was pinned. Deep down maybe our hatred for each other contributed to both situations. Or maybe neither of us was good enough to be a factor in the match. Either way neither of us was able to make the most of an opportunity.

The third time, our supposed send off match was more than a classic. Hell people even say that it could potentially be a candidate for match of the year. And yes, at the end of the night I was left staring up at the ceiling with my shoulders down, wondering was the fuck was going on. And then I realized what went on, a cow bell was used to knock me down, the only thing that you could have possibly done to knock me out, not a generic pitiful Saber Round. Honestly Saber why the hell you even continue to use that move, it is very ineffective.

As for Britney’s decision to do what she did, it was a business investment. Unlike Brian, she saw what there was in me. Brian limited what I was capable of doing, and Britney is making it so that I shine. Britney has also made me realize that the near future is not as important to the grand scheme of things. There is a plan that is being developed, one that will affect the entire TWD especially you. The only question that you will be left asking is whether to jump on board your sink as you what the ship pass you by. Knowing you, someone will need to be throwing you a life saver.

Saber, this pissing contest is over. In a short time one of us will walk out of the arena and head in to the next Showdown to face Filipe for a chance to compete for the World Title. Saber, that person is me and you will be the one left wonder what your next move is. My advice, there are some rookies that are looking for some competition, I am sure you can compete at their level.

Saber, I am still and always will be Holier Than Thou, but most importantly I will always be Better Than You!