Road To Revenge: Wade V Crow - The K.L.Henson Interview

[Crow McMorris]

T H E   R O A D   T O 


SCARECROW V WADE MOOR
interviewed by K.L. HENSON

[Cannon in D plays over a slow camera pan across a backlit studio. Sitting in the centre of the frame are three distinctive silhouettes. Wade to the left, K.L. Henson middle, while Crow is on the right. Behind them is a huge black and white photograph of Wade and Crow locked in combat. As the baroque piece lowers in volume, the lights in the studio come up to reveal three tense looking figures. K.L. Is dressed in a tailored tweed suit, he has a tablet resting on his crossed legs as he flicks a flowing lock of blonde hair from his wired, electric blue eyes. Crow and Wade meanwhile seem antsy and uncomfortable in this faux civilised situation. Caged animals in a zoo.]

K.L. Henson: Hello, and welcome to my humble little stage – for this – my inaugural edition of wrestling interviews. In just a few moments, a battleground of words and hubris shall be unleashed upon your oh so precious lives. Lives mostly spent stuffing your faces with meat, dripping with cholesterol, or falsifying your pathetic tax returns as you realise that your life is a meaningless spiral, descending into nothingness. We are, as a species, a redundant race; but fascinating nonetheless. Two such specimens of “homo inferior” sit before us tonight. They have a problem with each other. A problem that can only be resolved by smashing each others faces in. It's an intoxicating car crash, don't you think?

[K.L titters for a moment, gets it together.]

K.L. Henson: So, let's peel back the onion skins of their psyches and get to the core of the matter. I'm sure they're both willing to participate, they're professional wrestlers after all; narcissism is their raison d'etre. Wade?

[Wade just stares at Crow. Evil intentions running though that snarling face of his.]

K.L.Henson: Mister Moor! Please, tell me about your earliest recollections of Crow. Tell me about the anguish, the pain you felt. And spare no details. No matter how...vile.

[Crow mutters a string of expletives before his voice becomes more pronounced]

Scarecrow: Can't believe I'm stuck in this studio with a pair of fucking nut jobs. I want my lawyer--

K.L. Henson: Ahem! Please, Mister Moor, begin.

Wade Moor: When I first met Cory, the boy you all know as Scarecrow, he was just a baby. I mean, his body had already developed, six foot frame by the time he was fourteen years old, but his mind (Wade points to his own cranium) His mind was still childish. Like he said himself, he used to bully me. He used to push me down in the dirt because I didn't have the genetic makeup and stature that he did. That's one memory that Crow has managed to hold on to and you saw how he looks back on it... fondly. It warms his black heart to think about it.

Crow and I, we were supposed to be men of science... knowledge above all! My body grew in time and I stand before you the cannonball that I am. Yet here we are as adults, and Scarecrow still has the mind of a child. It sickens me to think that I could FAR surpass my shortcomings...but Cory simply cannot.

My earliest recollections of Crow aren't happy ones. They would make you sick to your stomach, maaan! It makes me want to puke just thinking about it.

Scarecrow: That's fear, you should pay attention to it.

Wade Moor: The ocean awaits, Little Crow.

K.L. Henson: Mister Crow! (K.L turns his attention back to Wade) Mister Moor, Crow here has made some serious allegations against you, it's all very fascinating. Do you deny them? Can you deny them? Can you give us something that isn't just an excuse? I am intrigued to here with what you have to say!

Wade Moor: To deny would be to accept that Cory was right in the first place! The guilty ones always lash out at their accusers!

Scarecrow: Oh Yeah? Just wait until, Sunday.

Wade Moor: Ahem, do you think Forgetful Little Cory here has ANY idea what he's talking about? Up until six months ago, the man couldn't even remember who the HELL he was, let alone what somebody else may or may not have done in the past.

Scarecrow: I remember what you did, Will. Some memories don't stay buried. They always raise to the surface. 

K.L Henson: Wade, how did you this whole #beachkrew thing come about? Was this the result of a Charles Manson type drugging or were you sober and just feeling self-destructive?

Wade Moor: Like I told you before...my opinions are not popular. I speak my mind, air my grievances, and above all...tell the truth. Scarecrow isn't the first person in this world that thought I was capable of some...less than favourable acts.

One day, I was walking home. The Sun was hot that day...hotter than ever. Sweat didn't even have time to cool my body before it evaporated. I'm at the cross that I would take before splitting off into the woods towards my father's cabin...and a truck full of men pulls up to me. Before I had time to think, they were on top of me man. They hit me with branches, whipped me with belts, and kicked anywhere they could land their steel toe boots.

[Wade's look becomes cold, distant. He shakes off a powerful memory and continues]

I don't remember much after that...but Jared came to my rescue that day. Helped me down from a tree branch my arms were tied up over. Said he was out in the woods fucking some bitch when he heard the shouting. I don't know how he managed to run off five guys twice his size...but Los Tiburones is a shark, man.

Scarecrow: Well, how very fucking convenient! If I knew it would be that easy to tame you, Wade. I would have thrown you a doggy snack.

K.L. Henson: Crow! You will have your turn.

Wade Moor: Oh, he certainly will. He'll get his.

K.L. Henson: Please, continue.

Wade Moor: Sooner or later, we were rolling together, going everywhere together. Tibs, Hunter, and Andre were already friends, and pretty soon we hooked up with Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. We all have a collective ONE mind for this business and we put it to good use.

K.L. Henson: What does this match at revenge mean to you, Wade? What sort of primitive regressive sect of your mind is forcing you to take part in this?

[The camera closes in on Wade's grinning psychotic features]

Wade Moor: It means Revenge against the one man who ruined EVERYTHING for me. It means stepping in that ring and absolutely destroying the man that's responsible for destroying my life.

[Reaction shot of crow as he leans forward, perched on the edge of his chair]

Wade Moor: I'm going to take everything away from him, just like he's taken everything away from me.

[Crow mouths the words “I'm gonna tear your world down” as the camera catches his taunting with a quick cutaway]

Wade Moor: Just look at me (Wade points to his face)...look into my eyes and you'll know what my goals are, what my intentions are...I'm going to kill two birds with one stone. The Crow's have CAW-CAW'd for the last time, and to kill a Scarecrow? You just have to break it's weak little neck.

[Scarecrow shakes his head, smirks.]

Scarecrow: I don't break easy, little man.

Wade Moor: The tide always changes, Crow. Even for you.

[K.L. is beaming. He's relishing the moment. Crow and Wade look moments away from going at it. We hear production staff shout onto the stage. Something about “Jonah Worth” and “lawsuits.” The men sit back down as K.L. receives desperate instructions down though his ear piece]

K.L. Henson: Well, unfortunately I've been told by the production team I have to interrupt a perfectly good, violent exchange, to bring you more answers. Which means I have to turn my attention now to you...(K.L. Swivels in his chair to the right) Crow! Can you explain the incidents surrounding the revelations linking you to Buddy Roman? Are you fooled into believing this brings significance to you in this uncaring unive...what?...oh...I have been told I am to refrain from asking the latter of that question...

Scarecrow: You strange, little oddball.

K.L. Henson: Why thank you. Now tell me about, Buddy. And please, spare no detail, no matter how...uncomfortable.

[Crow lights up a cigarette, we hear more murmurs from the production team, but a simple one finger salute silences them]

Scarecrow: Ten months ago I walked into this company with fire in my soul. I had anger, and a desire to succeed. Recently, I've felt that slip away. Time and time again I watched as others sacrificed less, but achieved more. And then, Dune. He arrived after me. Took a pin in a tag match with me. Yet, it's Dune who gets the push, not me. I don't blame him for taking it. I do blame those that make the decisions surrounding that push however. I blame them for not offering the chances I was promised. For dousing the flames of my momentum. They tried to snuff me out. Because they see me as a dangerous element within the company. Trust me, they don't know the half of it. But Wade will this Sunday. He'll learn the truth. The truth a man like Buddy Roman knows. That I can be a force in this company. I can take that crown.

Wade Moor: But you'll never be his son...Jon Crow.

Scarecrow: What would you know about being a son?

Wade Moor: What do you?!

K.L. Henson: Ahem, please Mister Crow. You were confessing, I mean, saying...

Scarecrow: I know what kind of man Buddy is, he is a man solely driven by success, and I get that. I understand that. I know he would like nothing better than to manage the dragon. But with Dune? That will never happen. So, If you can't manage the dragon? You take on his slayer. Twists of fate and a medical dilemma have brought us together. Buddy...he has cancer. I have the cure in my bloodstream. I am stranded in mid card hell, Buddy Roman has the cure lurking in his evil mind. And I want that cure. I want my time. And Buddy, he wants more time. Maybe I'll never be his son, maybe he'll never be my father. But I can damn well be his champion, and he can be my manager. If that's where we stand? Then at least I'll know, our blood doesn't run, not when it needs each other.

Wade Moor: Don't be so sure, little crow. Blood can run.

[Crow flicks some ash]

Scarecrow: Yours first.

K.L. Henson: Feel free to attack Wade instead of answering this question but, How has recent events effected you?

[Scarecrow takes a long drag on his cigarette, exhales a plum of deep contemplation]

Scarecrow: There's a lot of recent events that have affected me. The DRG confrontation taught me that I need to exert fear to keep my wolves from the door. Coffee cakes and round tables don't cut it. It's not enough. This world wants to tear me part. This man (points at wade) wants to tear me apart. The worms are crawling from out of the woodwork. They see me, they see my success, and they want a piece. And Wade here? As always, wants what I have. Like he's always wanted what I have. Because he's a born loser that parasites himself onto other peoples lives. He's a vampire, that feasts on this fucking fantasy that he can be something other than the creepy little child who's head I used to hold underwater at the local swimming pool. He thinks he can be a success. The only thing he'll succeed in is getting his head smashed to a pulp.

Wade Moor: I'm gonna pull your wings off little crow, the tide is coming.

Scarecrow: You keep saying that. You know what else you keep saying? That it's your time. You should have checked your ticket, your at the back of the cue, Wade. I'm not going to vegetate like a Joey Flash and make do. I've seen his spirit crushed and that's no scenario for the Crowman. Understand? I want my time! I want the title! And fuck every cunt that gets in my way!

[Wade begins to laugh]

Wade Moor: Welcome back, Crow. Welcome back the real, Crow. The sadistic, murderous, Crow. Take everything, and leave nothing; that was always your credo, wasn't it? This Sunday? I'm gonna take everything from you, Crow. Take everything, and leave you with nothing but the truth. And watch, as the world turns it's back on you.

[Crow takes another drag on the cigarette]

Scarecrow: The world can run and cower from me. As long as it leaves me with the title, it can do whatever the fuck it wants.

K.L. Henson: Crow; before we wrap up, do you see this match at Revenge as make or break for you? And wouldn't it just be easier to end it now?

[Crow stubs out the cigarette]

Scarecrow: Make or break? Yeah, thinking about it, yeah it is. I'm gonna make a statement and break a Wade Moor. This match? This PPV? Its Revenge. I want Revenge on ten months of frustration and broken promises. I want Revenge on the Cancer that's killing my father, and I want Revenge on this prissy, single white female piece of shit next to me, that thinks it can stroll up in it's ocean blue high heels and spit in my face!

K.L. Henson: Just to clarify, that's not me, right?

Scarecrow: No, not today. But one day, Henson? All those Dune's and all those Joey Flash's and the Sanchez's and the Bates's of this world. I'm gonna end them. I don't care what flag they fly. I stand against it. Just like it was before. It's full circle time for me. I'm back. You don't get it, do you Wade? This isn't your return anymore...It's mine. You can stack your pack of lies a mile high. This Sunday, Wade? None of it will matter. Its ether at my feet. Just as you will be.

K.L. Henson: Fascinating.

Wade Moor: Foolish. I am the leviathan, Crow. My vengeance knows no horizon. It will reach out for you and turn your page. And history gains another martyr!

Scarecrow: You can wrap your tongue around as many words as you want. All I gotta do is wrap my hands around your throat!

[K.L. Henson stands and walks towards the camera and the lights fade on Crow and Wade]

K.L. Henson: Sunday...August 30th. Human civilization once again demonstrates its horrific fascination with violence and brutality. For me? The observation continues, because comfort creates weakness. My name is K.L. Henson. Goodnight, you sheep of America.

The scene fades as a promo reel for the match plays over “In the air tonight” by Nonpoint.

(The above has been a Crow, Wade and Gabe production. 2015)