Post by Billy on Sept 28, 2015 22:20:46 GMT -5
I’ve been a fan of wrasslin since I was a baby. Since I was old enough to sit up and look at the television, we was watchin wrasslin. I grew up wrasslin with my brothers and we always talked about being on the television. “Sure you will, Billy” is what I heard all my childhood and in school, I heard the same thing. Nobody believed me. Even when I was on a state championship football team in high school, people still didn’t believe I had what it takes to become one of them professional wrasslers, but I showed them earlier this year in the Rey de Mexico tournament. I may not have won it, but I did win the Taco Bowl.
Then the best day of my life came on August 24, 2015. I was at Slam the night before with John Barber as guests of Gravedigger where I was signed to a REAL WCF contract. I was a REAL WCF wrassler. I was going to officially be on the same level as people like legends such as Corey Black and Torture, mainstays such as Thomas Bates and Jay Omega, and champions like David Sanchez and world champion Dune.
I wrassled my heart out the first couple of weeks and won my first match while falling in the next two weeks. Ya’ll already know that since you watch the shows, but now here I stand a week away from being in one of the biggest matches of my career already. War. The second biggest match in WCF history next to the awesome One main event. Winning one match puts you in the other.
So Billy in the One main event against Dune or Joey Flash? Billy as the winner of the War match? “Sure you will, Billy”.
Will I? The Billy everyone saw in John Barber’s promos a couple of years ago when he was a wrassler here wouldn’t win War. The Billy who won the Taco Bowl match and competed in the Rey de Mexico match wouldn’t win War. The Billy who overcame Ultimate Destroyer wouldn’t win War and the Billy who lost in the People’s title match and lost to Waylon Cash last week won’t.
What if I told you there’s a Billy who will show up to War who will defy the odds and be the last man standing in the match? I’ll give you a minute, you’re probably laughing like crazy. You probably spit your drink all over the TV or computer screen. WCF, I’m a flawed man. I’m so flawed in so many ways that my flaws aren’t even flawless. It became clear to me these past couple of weeks that the only chance I have to win War is to recognize my flaws and overcome them…
Feminine Voice: Billy, this is Dr. Hendrickson and I got your message. I wanted to let you know that I received your call for a session with me and we can meet at 2pm on the 21st. See you then!
The finger disappears from view and a second later the screen on the phone goes black as does the scene. The scene opens back up in a professional looking office. A tidy oak desk with a black office chair pushed against the desk itself sits in the back of the room near a huge window. To the sides are bookshelves filled completely with psychology books and other books that you’d typically find in a therapy office. On the walls are pictures of awards, degrees, and pictures of a short-haired, fairly attractive woman, a man that appears to be her husband, and a couple of small terrier dogs.
In the center of the room is a chair across from a comfortable looking couch with a table in the middle. On the table is a large pitcher of water and several empty glasses stacked upside down on the side of the table. The door to the office opens up and in walks the woman from the pictures, Dr. Hendrickson, followed by WCF’s Billy. He has his cowboy hat nervously in his hands, fidgeting with it when the doctor turns and notices this. She reaches out for the hat which Billy gives to her and she walks over to a hat stand in the corner, placing it on it. She turns around and gestures to the couch.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, please take a seat.
Billy looks at her for a second and then turns and walks over to the couch, slowly sitting down, the couch both making those couch noises when you sit on them as well as the frame of the couch groaning in horror at the weight of Billy’s girth. Dr. Hendrikson cringes slightly but then walks around the back of the couch and to her desk. She opens a drawer and pulls out a notepad and a pencil. She walks around behind the chair and around it, finally sitting down. She smiles at Billy before speaking.
Dr. Hendrickson: So, Billy, how are you feeling?
Billy shrugs, a nervous look still on his face. The doctor smiles again.
Dr. Hendrickson: You’re not sure how you’re feeling?
Billy: Fine, I guess.
Dr. Hendrickson: Just fine?
Billy: Yeah. I’m just nervous, I guess.
Dr. Hendrickson gives him a curious look.
Dr. Hendrickson: Why are you nervous? There’s nothing to worry about here, it’s just you and me Billy.
Billy shrugs.
Billy: I’m in a therapist office. The people that come in here got something wrong with them and they’re weird.
Dr. Hendrickson shakes her head no and makes a tsk tsk noise, writing something down.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, first, let’s not be judgemental of people who come in here. We don’t know what everyone is going through. Second, we all have something wrong with us. None of us are perfect.
Billy nods.
Billy: You’re right, I’m sorry.
Dr. Hendrickson: You bring up a good point though. You said that people who come in here have something wrong with them and yet you’re here, Billy. Do you think something’s wrong with you?
Billy scoffs and grins. He gestures to himself.
Billy: What kind of question is that, doc? I’m insanely obese. I just had a doctor’s appointment the other day and the doctor came back to me with horrible news.
Dr. Hendrickson gives Billy a curious look.
Dr. Hendrickson: What news was that?
Billy sighs.
Billy: He told me I was fat.
Dr. Hendrickson scoffs and stifles a laugh, eyeing Billy for a few seconds. Billy eventually smirks and the doctor laughs.
Dr. Hendrickson: That was kinda funny, Billy. I have to admit. At the same time, it also concerns me. Why do you feel the need to poke fun at yourself like that though? I’ve been a therapist for a few other WCF wrestlers as well and so I’m pretty familiar with the shows. I’ve seen you do this many times, making fun of your weight, you make it into a joke.
Billy shrugs.
Billy: I don’t know, I just do it because it’s funny. Fat guys are funny.
Dr. Hendrickson: Are they funny though? Maybe they’re funny and just so happen to be fat, Billy. I just find it curious that when I ask you if there’s anything wrong with you, the first thing you go to is the obvious, your weight.
Billy: Look, I know I am dangerously overweight. I love to eat. Food loves it when I eat it.
Dr. Hendrickson looks at Billy for a few seconds before she finally sighs.
Dr. Hendrickson: Let’s shift gears a little bit here. You called me because you said you needed help. Is that correct?
Billy: It is.
Dr. Hendrickson: What do you need help with?
Billy: I need help with being taken seriously.
Dr. Hendrickson: In WCF? Or in general?
Billy ponders this for a few seconds.
Billy: Both.
Dr. Hendrickson: Well, Billy, to first be taken seriously, don’t you think you need to stop making fun of yourself? Don’t you think you need to stop giving others material to use to make fun of you?
Billy sighs and nods.
Billy: Yes, you’re right. Is that all I have to do to be taken seriously.
Dr. Hendrickson smiles.
Dr. Hendrickson: No, Billy, it’s a start. If you want others to take you seriously, you’re going to have to go through a radical transformation.
Billy’s eyes go wide.
Billy: What does that mean? Does that mean I have to start eating salads?
Dr. Hendrickson chuckles.
Dr. Hendrickson: Well not necessarily, but watching what you eat would definitely help you a tremendous amount.
Billy waves her away.
Billy: Oh don’t worry, I always watch what I eat. We have a mirror in the dining room at home.
Dr. Hendrickson glares at Billy, looking over the top of her glasses at him.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, that’s not what I meant. I meant you need to watch what you eat as in eat better. Make sure you’re not eating unhealthy. But that’s not all you need to do. This radical transformation you need to go through will only be possible if you can overcome your flaws.
Billy: My flaws?
Dr. Hendrickson nods.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, do some thinking this week on flaws you have as a person. Come up with a short list of say five flaws, figure out why you have those flaws and what you can do to overcome them. Doing that will be the first step in your radical transformation.
Billy ponders this for a few moments. He starts to say something but Dr. Hendrickson holds up a finger indicating for him to hold on as she continues.
Dr. Hendrickson: I can help you with one flaw right now. Aimless. It is one of your flaws.
Billy has a confused look on his face.
Billy: How am I without purpose or direction? Isn’t me coming in here to improve myself purpose and direction?
Dr. Hendrickson: Of course it is, but coming in here is you taking the first step to overcoming that flaw. You have no purpose or direction overall when it comes to your life. Your dream was to become a professional wrestler, but that’s a vague dream. What are you going to do now? Just wrestle match after match doing whatever you’re told and trying to win or just showing up just to say you’re a wrestler?
Billy: So if I say I want to become the greatest world champion WCF has ever seen, is that me no longer being aimless?
Dr. Hendrickson’s lip curls as she considers this.
Dr. Hendrickson: Yes, but that may be a pretty hefty goal to set before yourself this early in your career. How about a more immediate purpose or direction?
Billy: Like what?
Dr. Hendrickson: Like winning War next Sunday night.
Billy’s eyes go really wide and he sits there petrified. Dr. Hendrickson blinks and it gets kinda awkward after about 30 seconds of silence.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy?
Billy’s face goes back to normal as he responds.
Billy: Sorry, doc. That’s just a steep goal. I know you said being the greatest world champion is a big goal itself, but the WAR match?! Beatin all them other wrasslers in the fed?!
Dr. Hendrickson: Well isn’t that a way to prove you’re the best? Won’t that get you a world title shot at One? Won’t that get you closer to your goal of greatest world champion of all time?
Billy looks off to the side with wide eyes as if he’s imagining it. He turns back to Dr. Hendrickson with a serious look on his face.
Billy: See ya later, doc. I got a list to make!
Billy starts to stand up but struggles due to his immense girth. After the third failed attempt, the doctor hops up and rushes over to help him. He waves her away.
Billy: I got it, I got it.
Billy finally stands up and marches across the room defiantly. He opens the door and walks out of it. A couple of seconds later, he walks back into the room, pointing where he just exited.
Billy: I thought all the doors were exits. That was the closet. You should mark the doors.
The doctor face palms as Billy exits out the correct door. The scene fades out. The scene fades back into a darkened room where the only light visible comes from a laptop. The view is from over the top of the laptop as WCF’s Billy sits at it, concentrating on whatever he’s reading.
Billy: Aimless. It’s pretty clear that one of my biggest flaws has been that I am without purpose or direction. I may only have a few matches under my belt, but I really don’t have a direction or purpose that I’ve been fighting towards and that is going to end when I win War and go on to face the world champion. I know what people are thinking. Billy, it’s your first War, how can you expect to win War your first time in the match? Plenty of people have done it and just like those people, I have the will to do it. There’s many opponents in this match and so it’s time to get down to looking at the competition. In no particular order….
Denise D’Evil, the immortal dark warrior of the night or whatever. If anyone in WCF can be considered aimless, you have to be near the top of the list. Yeah, you’ve teamed up with Oblivion and Night Rider. You’ve actually won a couple of titles, something someone as new as me can’t say, but that will happen in due time. A very due time. You’re going to be too concerned with Thomas Bates though, which that whole deal there is nothing but a confusing, AIMLESS, mess once again. Not to rip off Gravedigger’s usage of the word epitome, but Epitome of Aimlessness would be the perfect description of Denise D’Evil. It seems like the showdown or partnership of you and Thomas Bates will end up more like the snoredown or snorenership.
Billy looks off to the side at that last word, seeing if anyone heard that corny gem.
Billy: So another aimless individual is Jackson White. You know, I have to go back and apologize to Denise. Maybe Jackson White is the epitome of aimlessness. I mean come on, he’s had title shots at nearly every single time. He’s been part of every wrasslin division in WCF and has nothing to show for it. Shitfire, Jackson, I won the Taco Bowl for crying out loud. That was my first ever match in WCF. You gotta win this here War match or the Internet title match or just get off the pot, because your pipes is clogged as hell and you ain’t shittin any time soon, hoss.
Ultimate Destroyer.
Billy grins at the camera.
Billy: Look, our first match was a mess. Almost as much of a mess as your promos are. I won’t be running around looking for random candy bars and waiting for you to lift me up, which I hope you’ve learned not to do again. Last time we faced, I was aimless, but now I have purpose and direction and that is to go right through you if you stand in my way at War. After War, I will be the new Ultimate Destroyer as I ultimately destroy YOU.
So next is Derek Moreno. One half of the former tag team Mejor Redemption. You were on a roll with Mitch and your record was undefeated until you ran into #BeachKrew and lost all the momentum you had going for you. My best buddy, John Barber, he was a former wrassler here and he was undefeated and he lost, too, and his first loss derailed him, but he recovered. I also was undefeated. I won my first match and then haven’t won the past two weeks but War is where I turn it around. War is where I do what you haven’t been able to do. I recover from a losing streak and take home the win.
Dexter Radcliffe. I don’t reckon you’re really that aimless, but you are a brand new guy in the ring. Your debut will be at War, but you ain’t gonna do what I did and start off your career undefeated. No way you win this here War match and go onto the World title match at War. The fact that you even got on the television at all is stupid.
The scene fades out.
Male Voice: Hey Billy, it’s John. I know that War is coming up and wanted to see how you’re doing to get ready for it. Let me know when you got some time and we’ll hang out. See you later, buddy.
The finger disappears from the screen and the scene fades out. The next scene opens up to a beautiful view of the ocean. The words ‘Miami, Florida’ appear below the word ‘NAÏVE’, indicating the location of the scene. The camera zooms out and pans slightly to the side showing beautiful women in bikinis and muscular men in their swim trunks, some in the ocean, some in the surf walking and others laying out on towels, working on their tans. A mountainous figure slowly starts appearing on the left side of the screen and as the camera further pans, we see that it is either a beached whale or the immense uncovered girth of a man.
A couple of the women walking by grin and point at someone and the camera zooms out a little more to show former WCF wrestler, John Barber, walk onto the screen. He’s wearing blue swim trunks and a matching blue unbuttoned shirt. He flexes for the ladies as they giggle and walk on by. Barber grins and shakes his head as he walks up to the large man lying on the sand. He looks down, smirking.
John Barber: Billy, what the hell are you doing?
Billy, the apparent mountain of a man lying there on the sand, quickly turns his head towards John. He puts a hand above his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.
Billy: John?! What in the world are you doing out here?
John Barber: Looking for you, Billy. I’ll ask you again, what the hell are you doing out here?
Billy: What do you mean? I’m working on my tan!
John Barber: Shouldn’t you be preparing for the War event next Sunday?
Billy chuckles.
Billy: I am, John. What the hell you think I’m doing right now? I’m working on my tan so I look good next Sunday.
John Barber: How is that preparing for the War event? Shouldn’t you be in the ring training or in the gym?
Billy: Why? Look I was genetically bred for this here match. There aint one feller in that match that’s gonna be able to throw me over that there top rope. I ain’t gotta worry about being eliminated!
John laughs.
John Barber: Billy, I think you’re confusing this with that other company’s battle royal. This here War match isn’t over-the-top. It’s elimination by pin or submission. Besides, even if it was over-the-top, enough people could team up and throw you over.
Billy looks at John confused.
Billy: Are you sure about that? This ain’t just an over-the top match?
John Barber: Yes, Billy. I was in it before. I know from first-hand experience.
Billy puts his hand back down and lays back on the sand for a few seconds.
Billy: Well, shitfire, John.
Billy quickly attempts to get up, but has a good bit of trouble. John finally grabs his arm with both of his hands and helps pull Billy up although it takes an awkward 10 or 15 seconds, with everyone watching. Billy sheepishly waves at a nearby couple who look at him weird. John turns to Billy and looks at him in disbelief.
John Barber: So Billy, you were just going to come to the beach every day and work on your tan and then walk into War next Sunday with no real preparation?
Billy shrugs.
John Barber: Have you scouted your opponents?
Billy shakes his head. John laughs.
John Barber: Have you ever scouted an opponent before?
Billy shakes his head no.
John Barber: Shit, Billy. You can’t just walk into this match unprepared. Look, the whole innocent act may appeal to some of the fans and get you cheers, but this is a really serious match you’re walking into next Sunday. War makes and breaks careers here in WCF. There’s many Hall of Famers whose path started at War. There’s former world champions who earned their first world title or world title shot at War. WCF is full of dangerous individuals. This isn’t just some one-on-one match or triple threat. You’re not just facing a couple of guys at one time, you could be in the ring with as many as 15 people at once. Not only that, but you’re a target. The moment they see you walk down to the ring from the back, everyone is going to look at you as a threat and try to eliminate you as soon as possible.
Billy reaches up and scratches the back of his head.
Billy: Well where do I start.
John Barber puts a hand on Billy’s meaty shoulder.
John Barber: First, you need to hit the showers and get cleaned up. Next, get in front of the laptop at your place and start scouting your opponents. We’re also going to hit the ring here in a few days and start getting you physically ready….or well, at least as physically ready as we can.
Billy absently nods and starts walking away. He turns around and hugs John who laughs.
Billy: Thanks, John. I needed a kick in the ass.
John Barber: You’re welcome, buddy. We’re going to get you ready for this match. I promise.
Billy lets go of the hug and nods at John before turning and walking off camera. John shakes his head as the scene fades out. The next scene is Billy at his laptop in the darkened room once more. He glances over the top of the laptop at the camera as he speaks.
Billy: So it’s gotta be clear to anyone who has watched me so far in my WCF career that I can be naïve. John set me straight and got me on this whole research kick and getting ready for the match. I can’t let the fact that I can be naïve cause me to lose one of the biggest opportunities I may ever have as a wrassler. I’m not the only one that’s naïve though.
Thomas Uriel Bates, you fit the definition of naïve to a tee. Mikey messing with your club all those months and you couldn’t see it? Denise is messing with you now and you can’t see that either. Despite what some people will say about you here these past few weeks, I know you’re not a horrible wrassler. You’re a big man and that’s not the only reason you’ve won all these titles you’ve held. It’s not why you’ve been the leader of the DRG all this time either. You’re a great wrassler, you definitely know what you’re doing, it’s just obvious that you’ve run across some bad luck.
You went from practically having it all and being in position to be THE best in WCF. The next world champion, but your fall from grace has been talked about more than almost anything in WCF, even the big world title match between Dune and Joey Flash. Should that be you in the world title match? You’ve got to be one of the only wrasslers in this here War match who it’s almost an insult to see you with the rest of us.
Your biker gang won’t be able to help you though in War. Word has it that one of them is already gone from WCF. You’re going to be out there all alone and as everyone else has been pointing out, you have so many reasons for why you have a target on your back.
Gemini Battle, the oddball member of the DRG. A guy that barely seems to fit within that group and now just epically lost his Trios title. Like I said before, who am I to say anything negative about title losses when I’ve only been in one title match and lost it anyway. But one thing I can criticize you for is you didn’t even mention me. No mention for Billy? See, I get it. Unlike some of the more thorough and smart guys like David Sanchez, you dismiss me because hey it’s Billy. Who gives a shit about him? That’s ok, I’ll just fly under the radar…well, I can’t really fly but I will sneak u---ok I can’t really sneak either. Hm, well, I’ll just take you out when we’re in the ring together.
Spencer Adams. Son of Betty Adams. Hmm. Spencer, first of all, much respect for actually mentioning my name. I don’t blame the others for not doing so, but I do gotta blame you for one thing. Being bitter. Half your time talking about me was your mother being robbed of being on the main roster despite winning the Rey/Reina de Mexico match. I can’t help it that Seth Lerch saw more potential in me than your mom. I’ll sign an autograph for your mom on your backside as I eliminate you from the match. I’ll be showing the world why Billy was moved up to the main roster instead of your mom. Spencer Adams, the first momma’s boy in WCF history.
Wolf? AWOOOOOO! Sorry, I know you’re probably tired of hearing that, but I just can’t help it. Can I just ride you into battle at War? We could take out the whole War field and then you could lay down and let me pin you! No? See I know your weakness. I’ve watched enough movies. All I need to do is line my ring gear with silver and down you go. Hopefully no one else was watching this part and heard me say that or they may get the same idea.
The scene fades out.
Feminine Voice: Hey, so I think I have the right number? I’m trying to reach Billy from Miami High School. This is Valerie Richards. We went to school togeth—
Billy interrupts the voicemail by pressing the Call Back button. The scene fades out from the phone and into a nice high class looking restaurant. Nice tablecloths on the tables and immaculate looking waiters go from table to table, taking orders, refilling wine glasses, or delivering food. A bus boy is in the back corner clearing away a booth.
In the focused area of the scene is a leggy, really attractive brunette. She is wearing a tight black dress and is currently fiddling with her phone. A partially empty wine glass sits in front of her. The sun is instantly eclipsed as Billy enters the restaurant, and everyone looks because he’s standing directly in front of the window. He stands there staring at the brunette at the table and beads of sweat instantly appear on his brow. Music starts playing out of nowhere.
“Now I’ve Had The Time Of My Life
No I never felt like this before”
The lighting in the room goes completely dark as the brunette stands up from the table, sliding the chair back really fast behind her. She looks at Billy with a seductive look and crosses the room to him. She grabs his hand and twirls him around until he’s stretched out away from her, then twirls him back in to her, pressing herself against him. She kicks the nearby tables away and as Barry Manilow’s sweet sounding voice continues singing, the pair keep dancing all over the restaurant. At one point, the woman goes to lift Billy over her head using the Dirty Dancing lift, but then a voice can be heard.
“SIR!”
One of the waiters is standing in front of Billy who snaps out of it, the restaurant looking the same as when Billy walked in.
Billy: What?
The brunette smiles as she waves at Billy. Billy points to the woman at the table.
Billy: I’m with her.
The waiter looks confused and shakes his head as he walks off screen. Billy hurries over to the table and the woman stands up. Billy has a goofy grin on his face.
Billy: Valerie, is that really you?
Valerie smiles and nods. She quickly hurries around the table as fast as she can in that dress and heels and hugs Billy.
Valerie: Yes, it is me, Billy! Valerie, from high school!
Billy holds her out and looks her up and down, the goofy grin still plastered on his face.
Billy: Gosh you sure do look as hot as you did back in school!
Valerie waves him away as the two part and sit back down on opposite sides of the table. Billy’s chair groans a little as he sits down, but he finally manages to get seated properly with a sheepish looking grin on his face. Billy grins at Valerie.
Billy: So how have you been?? What have you been up to?
Valerie: Oh you know, this and that. Mainly secretarial work, some office management.
Billy: Wow that sounds awesome!
Valerie waves him away and smiles at him.
Valerie: Certainly not as awesome as what you’re doing these days. I hear you’re a professional wrestler?
Billy pokes his chest out and thumps it proudly.
Billy: Hell yeah! It is amazing!
Valerie: I saw you win some kind of Taco Bowl? Is that right?
Billy: Yeah, I won that. It was a big deal at the time.
Valerie: Oh I’m sure it is and this War match? I’m sure that’s a big deal, too, right?
Billy: Yeah! It is. I may have a shot at winning it! But hey, not that I’m not glad to see you and all, but it was kinda crazy just hearing from you out of the blue.
Valerie gives a look of surprise.
Valerie: Oh come on, Billy, it hasn’t been that long since we’ve seen each other, has it?
Billy: 7 years. Since we graduated high school. I tried contacting you a bunch of times since then.
Valerie: You did? I never knew that! If I had known the love of my life was trying to contact me all those years ago I would have tracked you down then.
Billy gets the goofy grin on his face again.
Billy: Love of your life…no wait. What do you mean? Why did you wait until now to track me down? I was on TV years ago with John Barber, another guy we went to school with and you never tracked me down then.
Valerie waves him away.
Valerie: Oh don’t be silly. I tried, but John wouldn’t tell me your number.
Billy looks at her with a skeptical look.
Billy: And love of your life? I’m not sure what that means.
Valerie bats her eyelashes at him and smiles.
Valerie: Do you not remember how close we were in high school? I was your first date! We even went to---I mean lots of parties together!
Billy: Yeah I remember the parties and the dates, but there’s one other thing you almost mentioned there that I remember. Prom ring a bell?
Valerie’s grin falls a little bit but she shakes her head, still maintaining the grin somewhat as she reaches out and touches his arm.
Valerie: I’m not sure what you mean. I remember having the loveliest time with you, sweetheart!
Billy pulls back with a hurt look on his face.
Billy: No, I remember what happened. We DID have a lovely time. We got dressed up and took pictures at my house, we went and ate at a nice and fancy restaurant like this, then we went to the prom together.
Valerie: Yeah and we had a great time and made lots of memories together!
Billy: Oh we definitely made lots of memories together. Like you getting me out on the dance floor and pouring blood on me.
Valerie: Billy that was the movie Carrie.
Billy: Oh yeah, I meant that you and your friends poured water on me and humiliated me in front of the school. You were dating the star of the baseball team and were pulling a fast one over on me the entire time.
Valerie stifles a smirk and shakes her head, reaching out for Billy again, who pulls back before she can touch him.
Valerie: Billy, I don’t remember it happening like that! I think there was just a malfunction in the sprinkler system.
Billy points a menacing finger at her.
Billy: Don’t treat me like I’m stupid. You humiliated me in front of our friends and everyone else there.
Valerie grabs his hand and puts it down on the table, holding his hand again.
Valerie: Billy, no matter what may or may not have happened that night, can’t we just move on? Can’t we start fresh? I’ve waited so lon—
Billy pulls his hand back and cuts her off.
Billy: No! You don’t understand how much that hurt me and messed me up. Look at how overweight I am. Your mean little prank caused me to eat endlessly because I didn’t know how to deal with it. You made me into wha—
Valerie cuts Billy off this time.
Valerie: Are you serious? You were fat back then. I didn’t make you like this.
Billy has a hurt look on his face.
Billy: Well yeah, I was a big guy back then, but I was the center of the football team. I had to be a fat guy.
Valerie: Well you still can’t put that on me. That wasn’t my fault. It was a harmless prank.
Billy: Harmless, nothing. I was in love with you and that not only made me bigger than I already was, but I have had the worst trouble with trusting other people, especially women.
Valerie laughs.
Valerie: Oh so now your luck in women is my fault, too. What else are you going to blame me for now? If you lose at War, are you going to blame my prank at the prom for that, too? You’re pathetic. And to think, I was going to slee—
Billy cuts her off again.
Billy: You wish. No, I may not have been able to help myself when I first saw you, but you quickly reminded me of the type of person you were in high school. I haven’t been able to move on since then and that IS my fault. At War, win or lose, when I exit the ring, you completely exit my life. You are motivation for me winning War just to stick it to you. When I win and go onto One to fight for the World title, you’re going to watch your meal ticket leaving you in the dust.
Billy stands up, bumping the table with his girth. He turns and walks across the restaurant as Valerie looks on with a pissed off look on her face. Billy stops and grabs an empty table and flips it a few feet just for the hell of it as the scene fades out.
The next scene finds us in the dark room with Billy in front of the laptop again. He looks over the top of it as he speaks.
Billy: So not being able to move on has been one of my flaws that has been holding me back. That has been clear with how I’ve approached relationships, friendships, and honestly eating. I know people would say hey this guy is good with friendships because he was friends with people like John Barber and Ana Valentine in the past, but those were easy people to be friends with and I’ve known John Barber since we was kids. I’m not the only one in the company that is having trouble moving on though. Let’s take a look…
Jeff Purse. Oh Jeff Purse. This guy has been here for years and years and years. And yet he’s spent almost that entire time with Pantheon. He’s spent that almost entire time with Pantheon always latching and leeching onto the group, no matter who the members have been. Look at any formation of Pantheon and there’s one guy who has consistently been there more than anyone else in the history of the group. Jeff Purse. You gotta be the definition of someone who just needs to move on. You had your success, you won War, you won a world title, a short and meaningless title reign, but then things got worse for you. Sarah Twilight, the she-beast of WCF lore (look out Wolf!) humiliated you and you even made out with that…thing. Come on, Jeff. You were also working in concessions and became a puppet master.
Yeah sure, you returned and won a few gimmie matches against lower level talent and won the Trios titles. A set of belts that hardly anyone outside of the AOD was even going after. Just like with previous versions of Pantheon you’re once again just lurking in the shadows, riding the coattails of others. Is that what you’re going to do at War? You going to hide in the shadows of the match and try to remain under the radar? I see you, Jeff Purse. I’m coming for you. I want to hear the announcers say that newcomer Billy took out Jeff Purse. I want the 5’10” 475 pound walking joke of WCF to decimate you and pin you for the three count. Shitfire, Jeff, I may even throw you in the hoosegow and listen to you yell out in pain. You’ve had your time on top, don’t turn into one of the many veterans you’ve criticized for hanging around past their welcome. When you get eliminated from War, eliminate yourself from WCF, hoss.
Let’s look at another person who can’t let go. Torture. I keep naming people for these flaws and saying they’re the definition, but maybe you fit the mold better than Jeff Purse does. You’ve been ducking real challenges and real opponents almost the entire time you’ve been back. You turned the hardcore title into a joke, a belt that you once gave a great name to. Now you’re saying you’re going to win War. You said that before and you’ve fallen short. You came within a few minutes of winning it last year, but just fell short. The one big accomplishment to cap off a Hall of Fame career and you’re going to fail once more. The joke attempt you made of the hardcore title has many targets on your back and I’m stepping back and watching the takedown of Torture. You’re another person that shouldn’t have come back Torture. You should have just stayed retired or whatever the hell you were doing while you have been gone.
Next on the Can’t Let Go list is Oblivion. I gotta give it up to you for one thing and that’s being consistent. You can always bet on Oblivion being here in WCF, but your showing on WCF shows and on the camera has been weak for years. You’re slowly turning into the Brooklyn Brawler of WCF. The constant forming of AOD has gotten you nowhere, Oblivion. Just call it a career and turn the lights out on your way out the door. Beating you used to be an accomplishment. It used to be a huge plus for any wrassler’s career, but now? Now it’s just putting you out of your misery.
Adam Young. That should be enough. Just saying your name. You’re another person that is a little consistent like Oblivion, except you’re one of the worst wrasslers to lace up his boots here in WCF and in the whole sport of wrasslin. If you come up to me at War, I will squash you with my entire body and suffocate you with my rolls of fat. At War, if Adam Young ends up in the wide area of the ring I take up, you will witness his death as his air supply is cut off. I don’t even know why I have you on this Can’t Let Go list because there’s nothing you’ve ever had to let go of.
Night Rider, another guy from the AOD and quite possibly the one that’s the least one to worry about. Through all my years as a fan, I have to say you’re the only guy that Jeff Purse ever teamed up with that was in HIS shadow. That’s not a good accomplishment.
Finally, Rico Rojas. Another guy who unfortunately joined #BeachKrew. A new guy. I don’t know a whole lot about you other than you losing a match that Dustin Beaver ended up winning. Dustin Beaver? Seriously? Yeah I haven’t won all my matches either, but the first time I faced a joke in the ring, I ended up with the win over Ultimate Destroyer. Try a #BItchslap on me and see what happens. I’m taking no prisoners at War. I’m taking this match like I do a Chinese buffet.
The scene fades to black…for now.
Then the best day of my life came on August 24, 2015. I was at Slam the night before with John Barber as guests of Gravedigger where I was signed to a REAL WCF contract. I was a REAL WCF wrassler. I was going to officially be on the same level as people like legends such as Corey Black and Torture, mainstays such as Thomas Bates and Jay Omega, and champions like David Sanchez and world champion Dune.
I wrassled my heart out the first couple of weeks and won my first match while falling in the next two weeks. Ya’ll already know that since you watch the shows, but now here I stand a week away from being in one of the biggest matches of my career already. War. The second biggest match in WCF history next to the awesome One main event. Winning one match puts you in the other.
So Billy in the One main event against Dune or Joey Flash? Billy as the winner of the War match? “Sure you will, Billy”.
Will I? The Billy everyone saw in John Barber’s promos a couple of years ago when he was a wrassler here wouldn’t win War. The Billy who won the Taco Bowl match and competed in the Rey de Mexico match wouldn’t win War. The Billy who overcame Ultimate Destroyer wouldn’t win War and the Billy who lost in the People’s title match and lost to Waylon Cash last week won’t.
What if I told you there’s a Billy who will show up to War who will defy the odds and be the last man standing in the match? I’ll give you a minute, you’re probably laughing like crazy. You probably spit your drink all over the TV or computer screen. WCF, I’m a flawed man. I’m so flawed in so many ways that my flaws aren’t even flawless. It became clear to me these past couple of weeks that the only chance I have to win War is to recognize my flaws and overcome them…
AIMLESS
The scene opens up to a closeup of a smart phone, an iPhone. It’s the voicemails screen. A fat finger comes into view and presses the message button, starting the voicemail.Feminine Voice: Billy, this is Dr. Hendrickson and I got your message. I wanted to let you know that I received your call for a session with me and we can meet at 2pm on the 21st. See you then!
The finger disappears from view and a second later the screen on the phone goes black as does the scene. The scene opens back up in a professional looking office. A tidy oak desk with a black office chair pushed against the desk itself sits in the back of the room near a huge window. To the sides are bookshelves filled completely with psychology books and other books that you’d typically find in a therapy office. On the walls are pictures of awards, degrees, and pictures of a short-haired, fairly attractive woman, a man that appears to be her husband, and a couple of small terrier dogs.
In the center of the room is a chair across from a comfortable looking couch with a table in the middle. On the table is a large pitcher of water and several empty glasses stacked upside down on the side of the table. The door to the office opens up and in walks the woman from the pictures, Dr. Hendrickson, followed by WCF’s Billy. He has his cowboy hat nervously in his hands, fidgeting with it when the doctor turns and notices this. She reaches out for the hat which Billy gives to her and she walks over to a hat stand in the corner, placing it on it. She turns around and gestures to the couch.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, please take a seat.
Billy looks at her for a second and then turns and walks over to the couch, slowly sitting down, the couch both making those couch noises when you sit on them as well as the frame of the couch groaning in horror at the weight of Billy’s girth. Dr. Hendrikson cringes slightly but then walks around the back of the couch and to her desk. She opens a drawer and pulls out a notepad and a pencil. She walks around behind the chair and around it, finally sitting down. She smiles at Billy before speaking.
Dr. Hendrickson: So, Billy, how are you feeling?
Billy shrugs, a nervous look still on his face. The doctor smiles again.
Dr. Hendrickson: You’re not sure how you’re feeling?
Billy: Fine, I guess.
Dr. Hendrickson: Just fine?
Billy: Yeah. I’m just nervous, I guess.
Dr. Hendrickson gives him a curious look.
Dr. Hendrickson: Why are you nervous? There’s nothing to worry about here, it’s just you and me Billy.
Billy shrugs.
Billy: I’m in a therapist office. The people that come in here got something wrong with them and they’re weird.
Dr. Hendrickson shakes her head no and makes a tsk tsk noise, writing something down.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, first, let’s not be judgemental of people who come in here. We don’t know what everyone is going through. Second, we all have something wrong with us. None of us are perfect.
Billy nods.
Billy: You’re right, I’m sorry.
Dr. Hendrickson: You bring up a good point though. You said that people who come in here have something wrong with them and yet you’re here, Billy. Do you think something’s wrong with you?
Billy scoffs and grins. He gestures to himself.
Billy: What kind of question is that, doc? I’m insanely obese. I just had a doctor’s appointment the other day and the doctor came back to me with horrible news.
Dr. Hendrickson gives Billy a curious look.
Dr. Hendrickson: What news was that?
Billy sighs.
Billy: He told me I was fat.
Dr. Hendrickson scoffs and stifles a laugh, eyeing Billy for a few seconds. Billy eventually smirks and the doctor laughs.
Dr. Hendrickson: That was kinda funny, Billy. I have to admit. At the same time, it also concerns me. Why do you feel the need to poke fun at yourself like that though? I’ve been a therapist for a few other WCF wrestlers as well and so I’m pretty familiar with the shows. I’ve seen you do this many times, making fun of your weight, you make it into a joke.
Billy shrugs.
Billy: I don’t know, I just do it because it’s funny. Fat guys are funny.
Dr. Hendrickson: Are they funny though? Maybe they’re funny and just so happen to be fat, Billy. I just find it curious that when I ask you if there’s anything wrong with you, the first thing you go to is the obvious, your weight.
Billy: Look, I know I am dangerously overweight. I love to eat. Food loves it when I eat it.
Dr. Hendrickson looks at Billy for a few seconds before she finally sighs.
Dr. Hendrickson: Let’s shift gears a little bit here. You called me because you said you needed help. Is that correct?
Billy: It is.
Dr. Hendrickson: What do you need help with?
Billy: I need help with being taken seriously.
Dr. Hendrickson: In WCF? Or in general?
Billy ponders this for a few seconds.
Billy: Both.
Dr. Hendrickson: Well, Billy, to first be taken seriously, don’t you think you need to stop making fun of yourself? Don’t you think you need to stop giving others material to use to make fun of you?
Billy sighs and nods.
Billy: Yes, you’re right. Is that all I have to do to be taken seriously.
Dr. Hendrickson smiles.
Dr. Hendrickson: No, Billy, it’s a start. If you want others to take you seriously, you’re going to have to go through a radical transformation.
Billy’s eyes go wide.
Billy: What does that mean? Does that mean I have to start eating salads?
Dr. Hendrickson chuckles.
Dr. Hendrickson: Well not necessarily, but watching what you eat would definitely help you a tremendous amount.
Billy waves her away.
Billy: Oh don’t worry, I always watch what I eat. We have a mirror in the dining room at home.
Dr. Hendrickson glares at Billy, looking over the top of her glasses at him.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, that’s not what I meant. I meant you need to watch what you eat as in eat better. Make sure you’re not eating unhealthy. But that’s not all you need to do. This radical transformation you need to go through will only be possible if you can overcome your flaws.
Billy: My flaws?
Dr. Hendrickson nods.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy, do some thinking this week on flaws you have as a person. Come up with a short list of say five flaws, figure out why you have those flaws and what you can do to overcome them. Doing that will be the first step in your radical transformation.
Billy ponders this for a few moments. He starts to say something but Dr. Hendrickson holds up a finger indicating for him to hold on as she continues.
Dr. Hendrickson: I can help you with one flaw right now. Aimless. It is one of your flaws.
Billy has a confused look on his face.
Billy: How am I without purpose or direction? Isn’t me coming in here to improve myself purpose and direction?
Dr. Hendrickson: Of course it is, but coming in here is you taking the first step to overcoming that flaw. You have no purpose or direction overall when it comes to your life. Your dream was to become a professional wrestler, but that’s a vague dream. What are you going to do now? Just wrestle match after match doing whatever you’re told and trying to win or just showing up just to say you’re a wrestler?
Billy: So if I say I want to become the greatest world champion WCF has ever seen, is that me no longer being aimless?
Dr. Hendrickson’s lip curls as she considers this.
Dr. Hendrickson: Yes, but that may be a pretty hefty goal to set before yourself this early in your career. How about a more immediate purpose or direction?
Billy: Like what?
Dr. Hendrickson: Like winning War next Sunday night.
Billy’s eyes go really wide and he sits there petrified. Dr. Hendrickson blinks and it gets kinda awkward after about 30 seconds of silence.
Dr. Hendrickson: Billy?
Billy’s face goes back to normal as he responds.
Billy: Sorry, doc. That’s just a steep goal. I know you said being the greatest world champion is a big goal itself, but the WAR match?! Beatin all them other wrasslers in the fed?!
Dr. Hendrickson: Well isn’t that a way to prove you’re the best? Won’t that get you a world title shot at One? Won’t that get you closer to your goal of greatest world champion of all time?
Billy looks off to the side with wide eyes as if he’s imagining it. He turns back to Dr. Hendrickson with a serious look on his face.
Billy: See ya later, doc. I got a list to make!
Billy starts to stand up but struggles due to his immense girth. After the third failed attempt, the doctor hops up and rushes over to help him. He waves her away.
Billy: I got it, I got it.
Billy finally stands up and marches across the room defiantly. He opens the door and walks out of it. A couple of seconds later, he walks back into the room, pointing where he just exited.
Billy: I thought all the doors were exits. That was the closet. You should mark the doors.
The doctor face palms as Billy exits out the correct door. The scene fades out. The scene fades back into a darkened room where the only light visible comes from a laptop. The view is from over the top of the laptop as WCF’s Billy sits at it, concentrating on whatever he’s reading.
Billy: Aimless. It’s pretty clear that one of my biggest flaws has been that I am without purpose or direction. I may only have a few matches under my belt, but I really don’t have a direction or purpose that I’ve been fighting towards and that is going to end when I win War and go on to face the world champion. I know what people are thinking. Billy, it’s your first War, how can you expect to win War your first time in the match? Plenty of people have done it and just like those people, I have the will to do it. There’s many opponents in this match and so it’s time to get down to looking at the competition. In no particular order….
Denise D’Evil, the immortal dark warrior of the night or whatever. If anyone in WCF can be considered aimless, you have to be near the top of the list. Yeah, you’ve teamed up with Oblivion and Night Rider. You’ve actually won a couple of titles, something someone as new as me can’t say, but that will happen in due time. A very due time. You’re going to be too concerned with Thomas Bates though, which that whole deal there is nothing but a confusing, AIMLESS, mess once again. Not to rip off Gravedigger’s usage of the word epitome, but Epitome of Aimlessness would be the perfect description of Denise D’Evil. It seems like the showdown or partnership of you and Thomas Bates will end up more like the snoredown or snorenership.
Billy looks off to the side at that last word, seeing if anyone heard that corny gem.
Billy: So another aimless individual is Jackson White. You know, I have to go back and apologize to Denise. Maybe Jackson White is the epitome of aimlessness. I mean come on, he’s had title shots at nearly every single time. He’s been part of every wrasslin division in WCF and has nothing to show for it. Shitfire, Jackson, I won the Taco Bowl for crying out loud. That was my first ever match in WCF. You gotta win this here War match or the Internet title match or just get off the pot, because your pipes is clogged as hell and you ain’t shittin any time soon, hoss.
Ultimate Destroyer.
Billy grins at the camera.
Billy: Look, our first match was a mess. Almost as much of a mess as your promos are. I won’t be running around looking for random candy bars and waiting for you to lift me up, which I hope you’ve learned not to do again. Last time we faced, I was aimless, but now I have purpose and direction and that is to go right through you if you stand in my way at War. After War, I will be the new Ultimate Destroyer as I ultimately destroy YOU.
So next is Derek Moreno. One half of the former tag team Mejor Redemption. You were on a roll with Mitch and your record was undefeated until you ran into #BeachKrew and lost all the momentum you had going for you. My best buddy, John Barber, he was a former wrassler here and he was undefeated and he lost, too, and his first loss derailed him, but he recovered. I also was undefeated. I won my first match and then haven’t won the past two weeks but War is where I turn it around. War is where I do what you haven’t been able to do. I recover from a losing streak and take home the win.
Dexter Radcliffe. I don’t reckon you’re really that aimless, but you are a brand new guy in the ring. Your debut will be at War, but you ain’t gonna do what I did and start off your career undefeated. No way you win this here War match and go onto the World title match at War. The fact that you even got on the television at all is stupid.
The scene fades out.
NAÏVE
The scene opens back up to the closeup of Billy’s phone and is once again on the voicemails screen. His finger comes into view again and presses the play button for the next voicemail in the list.Male Voice: Hey Billy, it’s John. I know that War is coming up and wanted to see how you’re doing to get ready for it. Let me know when you got some time and we’ll hang out. See you later, buddy.
The finger disappears from the screen and the scene fades out. The next scene opens up to a beautiful view of the ocean. The words ‘Miami, Florida’ appear below the word ‘NAÏVE’, indicating the location of the scene. The camera zooms out and pans slightly to the side showing beautiful women in bikinis and muscular men in their swim trunks, some in the ocean, some in the surf walking and others laying out on towels, working on their tans. A mountainous figure slowly starts appearing on the left side of the screen and as the camera further pans, we see that it is either a beached whale or the immense uncovered girth of a man.
A couple of the women walking by grin and point at someone and the camera zooms out a little more to show former WCF wrestler, John Barber, walk onto the screen. He’s wearing blue swim trunks and a matching blue unbuttoned shirt. He flexes for the ladies as they giggle and walk on by. Barber grins and shakes his head as he walks up to the large man lying on the sand. He looks down, smirking.
John Barber: Billy, what the hell are you doing?
Billy, the apparent mountain of a man lying there on the sand, quickly turns his head towards John. He puts a hand above his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.
Billy: John?! What in the world are you doing out here?
John Barber: Looking for you, Billy. I’ll ask you again, what the hell are you doing out here?
Billy: What do you mean? I’m working on my tan!
John Barber: Shouldn’t you be preparing for the War event next Sunday?
Billy chuckles.
Billy: I am, John. What the hell you think I’m doing right now? I’m working on my tan so I look good next Sunday.
John Barber: How is that preparing for the War event? Shouldn’t you be in the ring training or in the gym?
Billy: Why? Look I was genetically bred for this here match. There aint one feller in that match that’s gonna be able to throw me over that there top rope. I ain’t gotta worry about being eliminated!
John laughs.
John Barber: Billy, I think you’re confusing this with that other company’s battle royal. This here War match isn’t over-the-top. It’s elimination by pin or submission. Besides, even if it was over-the-top, enough people could team up and throw you over.
Billy looks at John confused.
Billy: Are you sure about that? This ain’t just an over-the top match?
John Barber: Yes, Billy. I was in it before. I know from first-hand experience.
Billy puts his hand back down and lays back on the sand for a few seconds.
Billy: Well, shitfire, John.
Billy quickly attempts to get up, but has a good bit of trouble. John finally grabs his arm with both of his hands and helps pull Billy up although it takes an awkward 10 or 15 seconds, with everyone watching. Billy sheepishly waves at a nearby couple who look at him weird. John turns to Billy and looks at him in disbelief.
John Barber: So Billy, you were just going to come to the beach every day and work on your tan and then walk into War next Sunday with no real preparation?
Billy shrugs.
John Barber: Have you scouted your opponents?
Billy shakes his head. John laughs.
John Barber: Have you ever scouted an opponent before?
Billy shakes his head no.
John Barber: Shit, Billy. You can’t just walk into this match unprepared. Look, the whole innocent act may appeal to some of the fans and get you cheers, but this is a really serious match you’re walking into next Sunday. War makes and breaks careers here in WCF. There’s many Hall of Famers whose path started at War. There’s former world champions who earned their first world title or world title shot at War. WCF is full of dangerous individuals. This isn’t just some one-on-one match or triple threat. You’re not just facing a couple of guys at one time, you could be in the ring with as many as 15 people at once. Not only that, but you’re a target. The moment they see you walk down to the ring from the back, everyone is going to look at you as a threat and try to eliminate you as soon as possible.
Billy reaches up and scratches the back of his head.
Billy: Well where do I start.
John Barber puts a hand on Billy’s meaty shoulder.
John Barber: First, you need to hit the showers and get cleaned up. Next, get in front of the laptop at your place and start scouting your opponents. We’re also going to hit the ring here in a few days and start getting you physically ready….or well, at least as physically ready as we can.
Billy absently nods and starts walking away. He turns around and hugs John who laughs.
Billy: Thanks, John. I needed a kick in the ass.
John Barber: You’re welcome, buddy. We’re going to get you ready for this match. I promise.
Billy lets go of the hug and nods at John before turning and walking off camera. John shakes his head as the scene fades out. The next scene is Billy at his laptop in the darkened room once more. He glances over the top of the laptop at the camera as he speaks.
Billy: So it’s gotta be clear to anyone who has watched me so far in my WCF career that I can be naïve. John set me straight and got me on this whole research kick and getting ready for the match. I can’t let the fact that I can be naïve cause me to lose one of the biggest opportunities I may ever have as a wrassler. I’m not the only one that’s naïve though.
Thomas Uriel Bates, you fit the definition of naïve to a tee. Mikey messing with your club all those months and you couldn’t see it? Denise is messing with you now and you can’t see that either. Despite what some people will say about you here these past few weeks, I know you’re not a horrible wrassler. You’re a big man and that’s not the only reason you’ve won all these titles you’ve held. It’s not why you’ve been the leader of the DRG all this time either. You’re a great wrassler, you definitely know what you’re doing, it’s just obvious that you’ve run across some bad luck.
You went from practically having it all and being in position to be THE best in WCF. The next world champion, but your fall from grace has been talked about more than almost anything in WCF, even the big world title match between Dune and Joey Flash. Should that be you in the world title match? You’ve got to be one of the only wrasslers in this here War match who it’s almost an insult to see you with the rest of us.
Your biker gang won’t be able to help you though in War. Word has it that one of them is already gone from WCF. You’re going to be out there all alone and as everyone else has been pointing out, you have so many reasons for why you have a target on your back.
Gemini Battle, the oddball member of the DRG. A guy that barely seems to fit within that group and now just epically lost his Trios title. Like I said before, who am I to say anything negative about title losses when I’ve only been in one title match and lost it anyway. But one thing I can criticize you for is you didn’t even mention me. No mention for Billy? See, I get it. Unlike some of the more thorough and smart guys like David Sanchez, you dismiss me because hey it’s Billy. Who gives a shit about him? That’s ok, I’ll just fly under the radar…well, I can’t really fly but I will sneak u---ok I can’t really sneak either. Hm, well, I’ll just take you out when we’re in the ring together.
Spencer Adams. Son of Betty Adams. Hmm. Spencer, first of all, much respect for actually mentioning my name. I don’t blame the others for not doing so, but I do gotta blame you for one thing. Being bitter. Half your time talking about me was your mother being robbed of being on the main roster despite winning the Rey/Reina de Mexico match. I can’t help it that Seth Lerch saw more potential in me than your mom. I’ll sign an autograph for your mom on your backside as I eliminate you from the match. I’ll be showing the world why Billy was moved up to the main roster instead of your mom. Spencer Adams, the first momma’s boy in WCF history.
Wolf? AWOOOOOO! Sorry, I know you’re probably tired of hearing that, but I just can’t help it. Can I just ride you into battle at War? We could take out the whole War field and then you could lay down and let me pin you! No? See I know your weakness. I’ve watched enough movies. All I need to do is line my ring gear with silver and down you go. Hopefully no one else was watching this part and heard me say that or they may get the same idea.
The scene fades out.
CAN’T MOVE ON
The next scene opens up on the closeup of Billy’s phone again. Billy’s finger appears on the screen as he reaches up and presses the play button on the third voicemail in the list.Feminine Voice: Hey, so I think I have the right number? I’m trying to reach Billy from Miami High School. This is Valerie Richards. We went to school togeth—
Billy interrupts the voicemail by pressing the Call Back button. The scene fades out from the phone and into a nice high class looking restaurant. Nice tablecloths on the tables and immaculate looking waiters go from table to table, taking orders, refilling wine glasses, or delivering food. A bus boy is in the back corner clearing away a booth.
In the focused area of the scene is a leggy, really attractive brunette. She is wearing a tight black dress and is currently fiddling with her phone. A partially empty wine glass sits in front of her. The sun is instantly eclipsed as Billy enters the restaurant, and everyone looks because he’s standing directly in front of the window. He stands there staring at the brunette at the table and beads of sweat instantly appear on his brow. Music starts playing out of nowhere.
“Now I’ve Had The Time Of My Life
No I never felt like this before”
The lighting in the room goes completely dark as the brunette stands up from the table, sliding the chair back really fast behind her. She looks at Billy with a seductive look and crosses the room to him. She grabs his hand and twirls him around until he’s stretched out away from her, then twirls him back in to her, pressing herself against him. She kicks the nearby tables away and as Barry Manilow’s sweet sounding voice continues singing, the pair keep dancing all over the restaurant. At one point, the woman goes to lift Billy over her head using the Dirty Dancing lift, but then a voice can be heard.
“SIR!”
One of the waiters is standing in front of Billy who snaps out of it, the restaurant looking the same as when Billy walked in.
Billy: What?
The brunette smiles as she waves at Billy. Billy points to the woman at the table.
Billy: I’m with her.
The waiter looks confused and shakes his head as he walks off screen. Billy hurries over to the table and the woman stands up. Billy has a goofy grin on his face.
Billy: Valerie, is that really you?
Valerie smiles and nods. She quickly hurries around the table as fast as she can in that dress and heels and hugs Billy.
Valerie: Yes, it is me, Billy! Valerie, from high school!
Billy holds her out and looks her up and down, the goofy grin still plastered on his face.
Billy: Gosh you sure do look as hot as you did back in school!
Valerie waves him away as the two part and sit back down on opposite sides of the table. Billy’s chair groans a little as he sits down, but he finally manages to get seated properly with a sheepish looking grin on his face. Billy grins at Valerie.
Billy: So how have you been?? What have you been up to?
Valerie: Oh you know, this and that. Mainly secretarial work, some office management.
Billy: Wow that sounds awesome!
Valerie waves him away and smiles at him.
Valerie: Certainly not as awesome as what you’re doing these days. I hear you’re a professional wrestler?
Billy pokes his chest out and thumps it proudly.
Billy: Hell yeah! It is amazing!
Valerie: I saw you win some kind of Taco Bowl? Is that right?
Billy: Yeah, I won that. It was a big deal at the time.
Valerie: Oh I’m sure it is and this War match? I’m sure that’s a big deal, too, right?
Billy: Yeah! It is. I may have a shot at winning it! But hey, not that I’m not glad to see you and all, but it was kinda crazy just hearing from you out of the blue.
Valerie gives a look of surprise.
Valerie: Oh come on, Billy, it hasn’t been that long since we’ve seen each other, has it?
Billy: 7 years. Since we graduated high school. I tried contacting you a bunch of times since then.
Valerie: You did? I never knew that! If I had known the love of my life was trying to contact me all those years ago I would have tracked you down then.
Billy gets the goofy grin on his face again.
Billy: Love of your life…no wait. What do you mean? Why did you wait until now to track me down? I was on TV years ago with John Barber, another guy we went to school with and you never tracked me down then.
Valerie waves him away.
Valerie: Oh don’t be silly. I tried, but John wouldn’t tell me your number.
Billy looks at her with a skeptical look.
Billy: And love of your life? I’m not sure what that means.
Valerie bats her eyelashes at him and smiles.
Valerie: Do you not remember how close we were in high school? I was your first date! We even went to---I mean lots of parties together!
Billy: Yeah I remember the parties and the dates, but there’s one other thing you almost mentioned there that I remember. Prom ring a bell?
Valerie’s grin falls a little bit but she shakes her head, still maintaining the grin somewhat as she reaches out and touches his arm.
Valerie: I’m not sure what you mean. I remember having the loveliest time with you, sweetheart!
Billy pulls back with a hurt look on his face.
Billy: No, I remember what happened. We DID have a lovely time. We got dressed up and took pictures at my house, we went and ate at a nice and fancy restaurant like this, then we went to the prom together.
Valerie: Yeah and we had a great time and made lots of memories together!
Billy: Oh we definitely made lots of memories together. Like you getting me out on the dance floor and pouring blood on me.
Valerie: Billy that was the movie Carrie.
Billy: Oh yeah, I meant that you and your friends poured water on me and humiliated me in front of the school. You were dating the star of the baseball team and were pulling a fast one over on me the entire time.
Valerie stifles a smirk and shakes her head, reaching out for Billy again, who pulls back before she can touch him.
Valerie: Billy, I don’t remember it happening like that! I think there was just a malfunction in the sprinkler system.
Billy points a menacing finger at her.
Billy: Don’t treat me like I’m stupid. You humiliated me in front of our friends and everyone else there.
Valerie grabs his hand and puts it down on the table, holding his hand again.
Valerie: Billy, no matter what may or may not have happened that night, can’t we just move on? Can’t we start fresh? I’ve waited so lon—
Billy pulls his hand back and cuts her off.
Billy: No! You don’t understand how much that hurt me and messed me up. Look at how overweight I am. Your mean little prank caused me to eat endlessly because I didn’t know how to deal with it. You made me into wha—
Valerie cuts Billy off this time.
Valerie: Are you serious? You were fat back then. I didn’t make you like this.
Billy has a hurt look on his face.
Billy: Well yeah, I was a big guy back then, but I was the center of the football team. I had to be a fat guy.
Valerie: Well you still can’t put that on me. That wasn’t my fault. It was a harmless prank.
Billy: Harmless, nothing. I was in love with you and that not only made me bigger than I already was, but I have had the worst trouble with trusting other people, especially women.
Valerie laughs.
Valerie: Oh so now your luck in women is my fault, too. What else are you going to blame me for now? If you lose at War, are you going to blame my prank at the prom for that, too? You’re pathetic. And to think, I was going to slee—
Billy cuts her off again.
Billy: You wish. No, I may not have been able to help myself when I first saw you, but you quickly reminded me of the type of person you were in high school. I haven’t been able to move on since then and that IS my fault. At War, win or lose, when I exit the ring, you completely exit my life. You are motivation for me winning War just to stick it to you. When I win and go onto One to fight for the World title, you’re going to watch your meal ticket leaving you in the dust.
Billy stands up, bumping the table with his girth. He turns and walks across the restaurant as Valerie looks on with a pissed off look on her face. Billy stops and grabs an empty table and flips it a few feet just for the hell of it as the scene fades out.
The next scene finds us in the dark room with Billy in front of the laptop again. He looks over the top of it as he speaks.
Billy: So not being able to move on has been one of my flaws that has been holding me back. That has been clear with how I’ve approached relationships, friendships, and honestly eating. I know people would say hey this guy is good with friendships because he was friends with people like John Barber and Ana Valentine in the past, but those were easy people to be friends with and I’ve known John Barber since we was kids. I’m not the only one in the company that is having trouble moving on though. Let’s take a look…
Jeff Purse. Oh Jeff Purse. This guy has been here for years and years and years. And yet he’s spent almost that entire time with Pantheon. He’s spent that almost entire time with Pantheon always latching and leeching onto the group, no matter who the members have been. Look at any formation of Pantheon and there’s one guy who has consistently been there more than anyone else in the history of the group. Jeff Purse. You gotta be the definition of someone who just needs to move on. You had your success, you won War, you won a world title, a short and meaningless title reign, but then things got worse for you. Sarah Twilight, the she-beast of WCF lore (look out Wolf!) humiliated you and you even made out with that…thing. Come on, Jeff. You were also working in concessions and became a puppet master.
Yeah sure, you returned and won a few gimmie matches against lower level talent and won the Trios titles. A set of belts that hardly anyone outside of the AOD was even going after. Just like with previous versions of Pantheon you’re once again just lurking in the shadows, riding the coattails of others. Is that what you’re going to do at War? You going to hide in the shadows of the match and try to remain under the radar? I see you, Jeff Purse. I’m coming for you. I want to hear the announcers say that newcomer Billy took out Jeff Purse. I want the 5’10” 475 pound walking joke of WCF to decimate you and pin you for the three count. Shitfire, Jeff, I may even throw you in the hoosegow and listen to you yell out in pain. You’ve had your time on top, don’t turn into one of the many veterans you’ve criticized for hanging around past their welcome. When you get eliminated from War, eliminate yourself from WCF, hoss.
Let’s look at another person who can’t let go. Torture. I keep naming people for these flaws and saying they’re the definition, but maybe you fit the mold better than Jeff Purse does. You’ve been ducking real challenges and real opponents almost the entire time you’ve been back. You turned the hardcore title into a joke, a belt that you once gave a great name to. Now you’re saying you’re going to win War. You said that before and you’ve fallen short. You came within a few minutes of winning it last year, but just fell short. The one big accomplishment to cap off a Hall of Fame career and you’re going to fail once more. The joke attempt you made of the hardcore title has many targets on your back and I’m stepping back and watching the takedown of Torture. You’re another person that shouldn’t have come back Torture. You should have just stayed retired or whatever the hell you were doing while you have been gone.
Next on the Can’t Let Go list is Oblivion. I gotta give it up to you for one thing and that’s being consistent. You can always bet on Oblivion being here in WCF, but your showing on WCF shows and on the camera has been weak for years. You’re slowly turning into the Brooklyn Brawler of WCF. The constant forming of AOD has gotten you nowhere, Oblivion. Just call it a career and turn the lights out on your way out the door. Beating you used to be an accomplishment. It used to be a huge plus for any wrassler’s career, but now? Now it’s just putting you out of your misery.
Adam Young. That should be enough. Just saying your name. You’re another person that is a little consistent like Oblivion, except you’re one of the worst wrasslers to lace up his boots here in WCF and in the whole sport of wrasslin. If you come up to me at War, I will squash you with my entire body and suffocate you with my rolls of fat. At War, if Adam Young ends up in the wide area of the ring I take up, you will witness his death as his air supply is cut off. I don’t even know why I have you on this Can’t Let Go list because there’s nothing you’ve ever had to let go of.
Night Rider, another guy from the AOD and quite possibly the one that’s the least one to worry about. Through all my years as a fan, I have to say you’re the only guy that Jeff Purse ever teamed up with that was in HIS shadow. That’s not a good accomplishment.
Finally, Rico Rojas. Another guy who unfortunately joined #BeachKrew. A new guy. I don’t know a whole lot about you other than you losing a match that Dustin Beaver ended up winning. Dustin Beaver? Seriously? Yeah I haven’t won all my matches either, but the first time I faced a joke in the ring, I ended up with the win over Ultimate Destroyer. Try a #BItchslap on me and see what happens. I’m taking no prisoners at War. I’m taking this match like I do a Chinese buffet.
The scene fades to black…for now.
TO BE CONTINUED…
