Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 16:34:49 GMT -5
The darkened sky shows no trace of a moon. The only light comes from the stars that twinkle high over head. However beautiful, they do a poor job of lighting the crumbling gravestones that dot the landscape of the cemetery. Forgotten weeds grows amongst the cement markers, as the camera moves slowly through the graveyard. It isn't long before the camera stops at an open grave, and tilts down. Inside the rectangular pit is Waylon Cash. He leans back against the dirt wall, not noticing the camera for a few seconds. When he finally does notice; he looks up with a wide smile.
Waylon:This week I head off to Minnesota to beat the ever lovin' shit outta Gravedigger. It's gonna be fun. I been waitin' on this for a while. You see... Gravedigger got all kinds of jokes. He mocks S-PAC for tearin' up the ring, but he does it because no one gives a shit about anything he does. He sits outside, wishing like hell he was one of us, one of the elite. I can see where that would breed some hate in the guy, I don't blame him. If I was a useless extra on S-PAC's show, I'd be pretty pissed too. I know what it feels like, I do. You go to the autograph signin', and you see a mile long line. You get yourself all excited, only to find out they want my signature. Face it Digsy, the people love us, and even if you beat me at XIII, we're still gonna be the best thing WCF has goin'... and you'll still be an old joke that no one wants to hear anymore.
Waylon reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He slips one of the filters into his mouth, and lights the end. Cash takes a deep drag, before continuing.
Waylon:You been runnin' your mouth a lot this week, Digs. You been all over Twitter talkin' shit, and that's cool. You have that right, but it ain't gonna serve you none on Friday. Friday ain't about talk. Friday's about me. You gotta understand somethin' Digger, for most of my career I lived in places like the Myth. I spent ten years wrestlin' in front of little 500 person crowds in tiny venues. You been in WCF too long. You're used to big open arenas with huge crowds of screamin' fans. How are you gonna react when we're in that cramped little nightclub, and you got five hundred people right on top of ya. Looks like I got the advantage as far as the environment goes... 'course, I got every other advantage too. I'm just better than you on every level, and the people are gonna get to see it on Friday.
Waylon rises to his feet, and stretches his back. The cigarette dangles from his mouth, sending curls of smoke into the air above him.
Waylon:You been around a long time, Digs. Most people would call you a legend. Bein' old don't make you any good though. You know what makes you good? Hunger, pain, fear. Those things turned me into a finely tuned death machine. You been sittin' here collectin' a paycheck forever now. You ain't got any idea what it's like to be hungry, to be in such need of a victory that you'd kill to make it happen. Those days are long gone for you, and congrats on that. Those days are nippin' at my heels. I remember exactly how that feels, 'cuz it wasn't that long ago that I was starvin'. Prayin' that the guy in the next town would make enough money to pay me, so I could eat that night. Those memories are fresh enough for me that there's no way I'm goin' back to that. I'm gonna fight like hell to make sure everyone in that arena knows that I'm the best in the world, and I'm gonna do it all while showin' them that you don't belong here anymore.
Waylon tosses his cigarette to the bottom of the grave, before reaching up and lifting himself out of the hole. He brushes a little of the dirt from his white tank top, before leaning against a nearby tree.
Waylon:It's over, Digs. You're done. Turns out the fates have chosen me to carry out the execution. Don't bother me none. You'll just be another tally in my “W” column. For you though... it's the end. Comin' up against Waylon Cash is gonna be more than your heart can take. I won't be surprised if you keel over right then and there. You gotta let go Digsy. It's time to give up, and fade into the background with some grace. I'll give you a hand on Friday. We can do this together, brother.
Waylon steps across the grass, and drops down next to the headstone at the top of the open hole. He leans against the marker, and the camera pans over to see that the tombstone is blank.
Waylon:After Friday... this baby ain't gonna be blank. It's gonna read “Here lies Gravedigger. He had a good run, but he hit the immovable object.” When you're layin' awake in bed this week, tryin' to sleep... just keep this in the back of your mind: W-A-Y-L-O-N spells your death. See you Friday.
Cash stands to his feet, and walks off camera as it fades to black. Roxxanne holds the device at her side, as Waylon gathers his shovel, and begins walking over to his car.
Roxxy:That looked good baby. Can we get out of here now. This place is starting to creep me out.
Waylon:Aw, calm down. Ain't nothin' gonna get you. Ain't no one here but us that's even moved in at least ten years.
Roxxy:I know, it's just creepy. God, I'm glad you didn't go with some stupid gothic gimmick. I think this is about all I can take of this kind stuff.
Waylon drops his tools in the trunk, and slams it shut.
Waylon:Alright, we're ready. I just hope Digger's ready. I'm gonna give him the beatin' of his life. Too bad too. As much of a dick as he is, I got a lotta respect for him. 'Course that ain't gonna stop me from puttin' him under on Friday. I'm gonna make a spectacle out of the sumbitch. Just watch baby. It's gonna be beautiful.
He throws his arm around her, and gives her a quick squeeze.
Roxxy:I don't even know why you took this booking in the first place. You're barely gonna break even on this trip.
Waylon:It ain't about that...
Roxxy:Then what's it about?
Waylon:Beatin' Digger would be a huge step for me. I know it ain't gonna be in front of that many people, but I know I can beat him and I gotta prove it. If I can put him down, It'll send me to a whole other level in this sport. I can't take this lightly. This could mean everything for me.
Roxxy:You gotta calm down. I'm worried about you baby.
Waylon:I'll be fine... I'm more worried ab out my career. Losin' the tag titles really got me thinkin'. I ain't got much longer to leave my mark, and I gotta take every opportunity I can. A couple tag title wins ain't gonna do it.
Roxxy:What are you thinking then?
Waylon:NvL
Roxxy:No.
Waylon:After I beat Digger, I'm goin' after the World title, and I'm gonna take out NvL in the process. It's everything I been wantin' all year.
Roxxy:You have enough going on. I don't want you to over-
Waylon:Look! I don't have a choice! This is the only path I can take that's gonna get me where I need to go. I gotta wreck Digger... then I gotta set my sights on Nathan.
Roxxanne looks like she might continue to argue, but stays silent. She loads her camera into the car, and settles into the passenger seat. Without a word, her fiance climbs into the driver's side, and starts the vehicle. They sit there for a moment before he speaks.
Waylon:I know... I know it's not smart. I know NvL's crazy, and one of us might end up getting' hurt... but I can't just watch him carry that belt around. It makes me sick to my stomach. It's finally time to punish him for what he did, and ain't nothin' standin' in my way. Not you, not Gravedigger, and not Eric Price.
Waylon silently puts the car in gear, and makes his way out of the cemetery. Roxxanne leans her head against his shoulder, and lets out a quiet sigh.
Roxxanne:Just promise me it's gonna be ok.
Waylon:...I can't.
Neither can think of anything else to say, as they continue the rest of the trip in silence.
Waylon:This week I head off to Minnesota to beat the ever lovin' shit outta Gravedigger. It's gonna be fun. I been waitin' on this for a while. You see... Gravedigger got all kinds of jokes. He mocks S-PAC for tearin' up the ring, but he does it because no one gives a shit about anything he does. He sits outside, wishing like hell he was one of us, one of the elite. I can see where that would breed some hate in the guy, I don't blame him. If I was a useless extra on S-PAC's show, I'd be pretty pissed too. I know what it feels like, I do. You go to the autograph signin', and you see a mile long line. You get yourself all excited, only to find out they want my signature. Face it Digsy, the people love us, and even if you beat me at XIII, we're still gonna be the best thing WCF has goin'... and you'll still be an old joke that no one wants to hear anymore.
Waylon reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He slips one of the filters into his mouth, and lights the end. Cash takes a deep drag, before continuing.
Waylon:You been runnin' your mouth a lot this week, Digs. You been all over Twitter talkin' shit, and that's cool. You have that right, but it ain't gonna serve you none on Friday. Friday ain't about talk. Friday's about me. You gotta understand somethin' Digger, for most of my career I lived in places like the Myth. I spent ten years wrestlin' in front of little 500 person crowds in tiny venues. You been in WCF too long. You're used to big open arenas with huge crowds of screamin' fans. How are you gonna react when we're in that cramped little nightclub, and you got five hundred people right on top of ya. Looks like I got the advantage as far as the environment goes... 'course, I got every other advantage too. I'm just better than you on every level, and the people are gonna get to see it on Friday.
Waylon rises to his feet, and stretches his back. The cigarette dangles from his mouth, sending curls of smoke into the air above him.
Waylon:You been around a long time, Digs. Most people would call you a legend. Bein' old don't make you any good though. You know what makes you good? Hunger, pain, fear. Those things turned me into a finely tuned death machine. You been sittin' here collectin' a paycheck forever now. You ain't got any idea what it's like to be hungry, to be in such need of a victory that you'd kill to make it happen. Those days are long gone for you, and congrats on that. Those days are nippin' at my heels. I remember exactly how that feels, 'cuz it wasn't that long ago that I was starvin'. Prayin' that the guy in the next town would make enough money to pay me, so I could eat that night. Those memories are fresh enough for me that there's no way I'm goin' back to that. I'm gonna fight like hell to make sure everyone in that arena knows that I'm the best in the world, and I'm gonna do it all while showin' them that you don't belong here anymore.
Waylon tosses his cigarette to the bottom of the grave, before reaching up and lifting himself out of the hole. He brushes a little of the dirt from his white tank top, before leaning against a nearby tree.
Waylon:It's over, Digs. You're done. Turns out the fates have chosen me to carry out the execution. Don't bother me none. You'll just be another tally in my “W” column. For you though... it's the end. Comin' up against Waylon Cash is gonna be more than your heart can take. I won't be surprised if you keel over right then and there. You gotta let go Digsy. It's time to give up, and fade into the background with some grace. I'll give you a hand on Friday. We can do this together, brother.
Waylon steps across the grass, and drops down next to the headstone at the top of the open hole. He leans against the marker, and the camera pans over to see that the tombstone is blank.
Waylon:After Friday... this baby ain't gonna be blank. It's gonna read “Here lies Gravedigger. He had a good run, but he hit the immovable object.” When you're layin' awake in bed this week, tryin' to sleep... just keep this in the back of your mind: W-A-Y-L-O-N spells your death. See you Friday.
Cash stands to his feet, and walks off camera as it fades to black. Roxxanne holds the device at her side, as Waylon gathers his shovel, and begins walking over to his car.
Roxxy:That looked good baby. Can we get out of here now. This place is starting to creep me out.
Waylon:Aw, calm down. Ain't nothin' gonna get you. Ain't no one here but us that's even moved in at least ten years.
Roxxy:I know, it's just creepy. God, I'm glad you didn't go with some stupid gothic gimmick. I think this is about all I can take of this kind stuff.
Waylon drops his tools in the trunk, and slams it shut.
Waylon:Alright, we're ready. I just hope Digger's ready. I'm gonna give him the beatin' of his life. Too bad too. As much of a dick as he is, I got a lotta respect for him. 'Course that ain't gonna stop me from puttin' him under on Friday. I'm gonna make a spectacle out of the sumbitch. Just watch baby. It's gonna be beautiful.
He throws his arm around her, and gives her a quick squeeze.
Roxxy:I don't even know why you took this booking in the first place. You're barely gonna break even on this trip.
Waylon:It ain't about that...
Roxxy:Then what's it about?
Waylon:Beatin' Digger would be a huge step for me. I know it ain't gonna be in front of that many people, but I know I can beat him and I gotta prove it. If I can put him down, It'll send me to a whole other level in this sport. I can't take this lightly. This could mean everything for me.
Roxxy:You gotta calm down. I'm worried about you baby.
Waylon:I'll be fine... I'm more worried ab out my career. Losin' the tag titles really got me thinkin'. I ain't got much longer to leave my mark, and I gotta take every opportunity I can. A couple tag title wins ain't gonna do it.
Roxxy:What are you thinking then?
Waylon:NvL
Roxxy:No.
Waylon:After I beat Digger, I'm goin' after the World title, and I'm gonna take out NvL in the process. It's everything I been wantin' all year.
Roxxy:You have enough going on. I don't want you to over-
Waylon:Look! I don't have a choice! This is the only path I can take that's gonna get me where I need to go. I gotta wreck Digger... then I gotta set my sights on Nathan.
Roxxanne looks like she might continue to argue, but stays silent. She loads her camera into the car, and settles into the passenger seat. Without a word, her fiance climbs into the driver's side, and starts the vehicle. They sit there for a moment before he speaks.
Waylon:I know... I know it's not smart. I know NvL's crazy, and one of us might end up getting' hurt... but I can't just watch him carry that belt around. It makes me sick to my stomach. It's finally time to punish him for what he did, and ain't nothin' standin' in my way. Not you, not Gravedigger, and not Eric Price.
Waylon silently puts the car in gear, and makes his way out of the cemetery. Roxxanne leans her head against his shoulder, and lets out a quiet sigh.
Roxxanne:Just promise me it's gonna be ok.
Waylon:...I can't.
Neither can think of anything else to say, as they continue the rest of the trip in silence.
