Post by Davey Ortega on Mar 19, 2006 13:37:28 GMT -5
One more time. Thats all I said. Now everyone is on my back. No...not again. I refuse to fight him again. The tag match was enough. Davey Ortega is running the show, and all I asked was to be left out of any of his matches. Just like Seth....he failed in that. There is no real difference between Lerch and Ortega. They both want what is best for WCF. They both want to push people to the edge to make them fight. If they ever combined efforts they would make a formidable tandem. Though that will never happen....Seth is to power hungry, and Ortega is to self-righteous. Though why am I ranting on and on about those two? I think Ortega thinks I have his back much like Logan has Seths...I don't I want nothing to do with this ''WCF control'' Lerch...Ortega...whomever. As long as my demands are met which they are never met.
*The scene opens in mid day, out in the middle of a forest. Outcast, with a Natural Light in his hands walks...almost stumbling around the woods. Every so often he takes a drink of his Natty. He keeps walking until he reaches the end of the forest. In the clearing lies his highly regarded Old School. The Old School, no one knows what this means to him. Was it once a building of learning for him? Was it a childhood playhouse? Or is it just something he find cool? Answers so many want to know but he will never tell. He simply refers it as his Old School. What does it mean to him? What could it mean to WCF? Everything....Nothing..? The Old School so poorly built, or so it seems now. Outcast just gazes at it, at its haunting appeal.*
Outcast: Gaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!! You said you would be there for me!! *He shouts* You said you would NEVER leave me!!!! *Outcast throws his Natty at the Old School, not even close..* Where are you now, huh? Where have you gone too?!?!
*Outcast walks toward it, a steady pace as though as he was a man on a mission. He opens the door violently and looks around the inside. Locker doors missing, the stairs having holes in them due to rot. Outcast walks in and stops in the middle of the hallway, looking around himself.*
Voice in a low whisper: You're drunk...again.
Outcast: What the....who the hell is here? Show yourself!
Voice in a low whisper: Come find me, come find me...
Outcast: You picked the wrong day.
*Outcast looks in ever class room on the first floor, finding nothing. After he checks the last room he shakes his head a little.*
Outcast: I must be losing my mind....there is no one here.
Voice in a low whisper: Try again...try harder.
*Outcasts eyes get as big as quarters for a split second..his breathing picks up and he dashes up the stairs. Now in a full run he runs to the last class room on the second floor. He looks in it....the class room where all the promos have been held. He walks in and takes a good look...nothing. Has this man finally lost his mind? He walks up to the teachers desk, facing the blackboard. He puts his hands on the desk and lowers his head.*
Outcast: What was I thinking?
Voice: Hey...
*Outcast turns around quickly, not believing his eyes. The camera views nothing...but Outcast sees Mike. Mike Taylor...his brother... He slowly sits on the desk not believing what he is seeing. After a few moment of taking everything in...he speaks.*
Outcast: Mike...?
Mike: Something like that. Victor, I am not really here...physicaly at least. I'm in your head. My mind and heart are with you...but physically I am in New York. Understand?
Outcast: You are haunting my mind?
Mike: No...*sigh* I have no idea you are thinking of me, but your own mind created this illusion of me to help you with your problems. I will give any answer that your brother would.
Outcast: Oh, ok...well then...how about..WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE ME?!?!?
Mike: What do you mean? Vic, you have a problem. The same problem Grandfather Taylor had. You remember him. You remember the hospital visits when his liver went to hell. You remember the pain he was constantly in...and what where his last words, Victor? Do you remember?
Outcast: .......
Mike: ''I need a drink.'' Those where his last words. It wasn't ''I'm sorry'' or ''I love you all'' It was ''I need a drink'' I left you, I stopped contacting you after I called you, offering you a job. Where we could of been the greatest tag team ever...and you answered the phone drunk as hell. After that I knew you had tasted alcohol, and had a liking for it. That's why your fiancee left you, why Mother and Father refuse to talk to you, or invite you over for Thanksgiving and Christmas. What if you showed up drunk? Or got drunk at the gathering? Look at you right now...drunk.
Outcast: So thats why? Instead of trying to help me, you just cut me out of you're life? You just say to hell with him? You have no idea how much pain I felt when you stopped taking my calls, when you just abandoned me.
Mike: Sarah did try and help, and you shut her away. Your god damn fiancee. You wouldn't have her help you, so why would you have your brother do it? As for your pain..get sober. Get clean...and I will talk to you again, I will help you if you make a damn effort. I mean I'm surprised Davey hasn't just given up on you. He put you in the main event last week...which you did horribly...and now he booked you in a match against Wreck. A very rough cut individual. Though just not any match, a Hardcore match. This is your specialty. This is what your name was made from. Outcast versus anyone in a hardcore match is a crowd favor.
Outcast: Last time I faced Wreck the god damn ToT attacked me, made me lose. I was robbed because of that son of a bitches team. What makes you think the are not just going to storm the ring and make an example of me again? Show the crowd that this broken down man has nothing left in WCF. He does not deserve to be in WCF.
Mike: Cute...Vic...very cute. Would the Team of Treachery really make you lose to show them you don't belong? If they really thought that way would they? No. They only attack if they see a threat. That is the way they work and you...of all people...know that. They know if you become what you once were...they don't have a chance. Outcast, the Savior of WCF. Outcast, WCFs Nightmare. You are NCW made, but WCF Legend. You can stand toe to toe with ANYONE on the roster and give them the fight for their life. I mean anyone...Reckless Jack, Logan, Creeping Death, Kurtis Victor, Wreck, Tommy Havok, Bobby Cairo...anyone. Some how you lost faith in yourself and have shown them that you are what they always told the fans. A weak, worthless, pathetic broken down second rate fighter. I want Wreck to beg for mercy. I always watch WCF....always. It is my home in a way too.
Outcast: Some Savior...I can not even help myself. I am my own greatest nightmare, I always find a way to fail in anything I do. Relationships, dating, wrestling...what can I offer the fans? What I can offer to WCF?
Mike: You can offer them a look at what Outcast is. A psychotic, dangerous, formidable competitor. These fans, some are new...and what they see now of you is a whiny little bitch..though to those who knew what you were...they see lost talent. So rise above your failures, Victor, and show me and the world that Outcast is the name to remember. That Victor ''Outcast" Taylor is the man and not even The Face of Treachery himself can stop you. It's time to focus on your next WCF Championship reign. You need to step..no...fight tooth and nail to the top. Become the Nightmare. Become the Hardcore Icon....and stay like that. Break Wrecks will, break his body, break his mentality.
Outcast: ......It is a hardcore match....and Wreck himself is a tough son of a bitch. He does have one weakness...he needs the ToT. I will show them WCF has a Nightmare, a dangerous freak who is sick and tired of it all. For far to long I have hid behind my alcohol, as of this hour...I quit.
*Outcast closes his eyes. A beeping alarm clock is going off, and Outcast opens his eyes to find himself....home... Outcast sits up and looks around. How is this possible? He shut off the alarm clock and puts his face in his hands. The phone rings and Outcast answers it*
Outcast: Hello?
Davey: It's me, Davey.
Outcast: Hey...man I had a weird dream...
Davey: I just got an e mail from Mike...he wants to know if he can stop by your house next week.
Outcast: What....?
This can't be right...it was a dream, right?
*Scene ends.*
*The scene opens in mid day, out in the middle of a forest. Outcast, with a Natural Light in his hands walks...almost stumbling around the woods. Every so often he takes a drink of his Natty. He keeps walking until he reaches the end of the forest. In the clearing lies his highly regarded Old School. The Old School, no one knows what this means to him. Was it once a building of learning for him? Was it a childhood playhouse? Or is it just something he find cool? Answers so many want to know but he will never tell. He simply refers it as his Old School. What does it mean to him? What could it mean to WCF? Everything....Nothing..? The Old School so poorly built, or so it seems now. Outcast just gazes at it, at its haunting appeal.*
Outcast: Gaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!! You said you would be there for me!! *He shouts* You said you would NEVER leave me!!!! *Outcast throws his Natty at the Old School, not even close..* Where are you now, huh? Where have you gone too?!?!
*Outcast walks toward it, a steady pace as though as he was a man on a mission. He opens the door violently and looks around the inside. Locker doors missing, the stairs having holes in them due to rot. Outcast walks in and stops in the middle of the hallway, looking around himself.*
Voice in a low whisper: You're drunk...again.
Outcast: What the....who the hell is here? Show yourself!
Voice in a low whisper: Come find me, come find me...
Outcast: You picked the wrong day.
*Outcast looks in ever class room on the first floor, finding nothing. After he checks the last room he shakes his head a little.*
Outcast: I must be losing my mind....there is no one here.
Voice in a low whisper: Try again...try harder.
*Outcasts eyes get as big as quarters for a split second..his breathing picks up and he dashes up the stairs. Now in a full run he runs to the last class room on the second floor. He looks in it....the class room where all the promos have been held. He walks in and takes a good look...nothing. Has this man finally lost his mind? He walks up to the teachers desk, facing the blackboard. He puts his hands on the desk and lowers his head.*
Outcast: What was I thinking?
Voice: Hey...
*Outcast turns around quickly, not believing his eyes. The camera views nothing...but Outcast sees Mike. Mike Taylor...his brother... He slowly sits on the desk not believing what he is seeing. After a few moment of taking everything in...he speaks.*
Outcast: Mike...?
Mike: Something like that. Victor, I am not really here...physicaly at least. I'm in your head. My mind and heart are with you...but physically I am in New York. Understand?
Outcast: You are haunting my mind?
Mike: No...*sigh* I have no idea you are thinking of me, but your own mind created this illusion of me to help you with your problems. I will give any answer that your brother would.
Outcast: Oh, ok...well then...how about..WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE ME?!?!?
Mike: What do you mean? Vic, you have a problem. The same problem Grandfather Taylor had. You remember him. You remember the hospital visits when his liver went to hell. You remember the pain he was constantly in...and what where his last words, Victor? Do you remember?
Outcast: .......
Mike: ''I need a drink.'' Those where his last words. It wasn't ''I'm sorry'' or ''I love you all'' It was ''I need a drink'' I left you, I stopped contacting you after I called you, offering you a job. Where we could of been the greatest tag team ever...and you answered the phone drunk as hell. After that I knew you had tasted alcohol, and had a liking for it. That's why your fiancee left you, why Mother and Father refuse to talk to you, or invite you over for Thanksgiving and Christmas. What if you showed up drunk? Or got drunk at the gathering? Look at you right now...drunk.
Outcast: So thats why? Instead of trying to help me, you just cut me out of you're life? You just say to hell with him? You have no idea how much pain I felt when you stopped taking my calls, when you just abandoned me.
Mike: Sarah did try and help, and you shut her away. Your god damn fiancee. You wouldn't have her help you, so why would you have your brother do it? As for your pain..get sober. Get clean...and I will talk to you again, I will help you if you make a damn effort. I mean I'm surprised Davey hasn't just given up on you. He put you in the main event last week...which you did horribly...and now he booked you in a match against Wreck. A very rough cut individual. Though just not any match, a Hardcore match. This is your specialty. This is what your name was made from. Outcast versus anyone in a hardcore match is a crowd favor.
Outcast: Last time I faced Wreck the god damn ToT attacked me, made me lose. I was robbed because of that son of a bitches team. What makes you think the are not just going to storm the ring and make an example of me again? Show the crowd that this broken down man has nothing left in WCF. He does not deserve to be in WCF.
Mike: Cute...Vic...very cute. Would the Team of Treachery really make you lose to show them you don't belong? If they really thought that way would they? No. They only attack if they see a threat. That is the way they work and you...of all people...know that. They know if you become what you once were...they don't have a chance. Outcast, the Savior of WCF. Outcast, WCFs Nightmare. You are NCW made, but WCF Legend. You can stand toe to toe with ANYONE on the roster and give them the fight for their life. I mean anyone...Reckless Jack, Logan, Creeping Death, Kurtis Victor, Wreck, Tommy Havok, Bobby Cairo...anyone. Some how you lost faith in yourself and have shown them that you are what they always told the fans. A weak, worthless, pathetic broken down second rate fighter. I want Wreck to beg for mercy. I always watch WCF....always. It is my home in a way too.
Outcast: Some Savior...I can not even help myself. I am my own greatest nightmare, I always find a way to fail in anything I do. Relationships, dating, wrestling...what can I offer the fans? What I can offer to WCF?
Mike: You can offer them a look at what Outcast is. A psychotic, dangerous, formidable competitor. These fans, some are new...and what they see now of you is a whiny little bitch..though to those who knew what you were...they see lost talent. So rise above your failures, Victor, and show me and the world that Outcast is the name to remember. That Victor ''Outcast" Taylor is the man and not even The Face of Treachery himself can stop you. It's time to focus on your next WCF Championship reign. You need to step..no...fight tooth and nail to the top. Become the Nightmare. Become the Hardcore Icon....and stay like that. Break Wrecks will, break his body, break his mentality.
Outcast: ......It is a hardcore match....and Wreck himself is a tough son of a bitch. He does have one weakness...he needs the ToT. I will show them WCF has a Nightmare, a dangerous freak who is sick and tired of it all. For far to long I have hid behind my alcohol, as of this hour...I quit.
*Outcast closes his eyes. A beeping alarm clock is going off, and Outcast opens his eyes to find himself....home... Outcast sits up and looks around. How is this possible? He shut off the alarm clock and puts his face in his hands. The phone rings and Outcast answers it*
Outcast: Hello?
Davey: It's me, Davey.
Outcast: Hey...man I had a weird dream...
Davey: I just got an e mail from Mike...he wants to know if he can stop by your house next week.
Outcast: What....?
This can't be right...it was a dream, right?
*Scene ends.*
