Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(CUT TO: "Downtown" Daryl Kegan in front of a CSWA Backdrop. He's a scrawny indie-looking cruiser kid -- bad crew cut, skinny muscle mass, in an "A2K" white Tee, faded blue jeans, and a neck brace. Kegan holds his neck tenderly before beginning.)
“DOWNTOWN” DARYL KEGAN: Mr. Windham…that’s right I will say Mr. Windham because I was taught respect by my grandmomma, bless her soul. Mr. Windham, since I was a little boy it’s been my dream to be a professional wrestler. To be in the CSWA! I’m sure you can relate to having a hero, to summer days spent in your backyard pretending to be someone that mattered. Hell, I couldn’t shoot hoops without my Vince Carter jersey. Couldn’t eye a tennis court without apeing “Pistol” Pete’s serve.
Now, my rockets weren’t breaking sound barriers. No, sir. I can’t hit serve a 130mph up the tee. I can’t dunk a basketball, and I know good damn well that Keanu stared in the “Matrix”, not me. But I never stopped dreaming, Mr. Windham. (Kegan chokes up) My Grandmomma never stopped pushing. She’d say, “Daryl. You’re just fine, being my grandson. Nobody can play that as well.”
She just wanted to see me happy, Mr. Windham.
And that night, at ON TIME, when I stepped out into the CSWA arena and fulfilled my destiny. I WAS HAPPIER THAN I’D EVER BEEN. I know it wasn’t an electrified steel cage. I know this. I know, those people weren’t there to see me. I know this. I know that Mr. Thomas wouldn’t let me get within’ SPITTIN’ distance of the UNIFIED Title, but dammit Mr. Windham…I was as high as high can be!
(Kegan starts to cry.)
YOU WERE MY IDOL!
YOUR POSTERS WERE ON MY WALL.
YOU INSPIRED ME TO BE-LIEVEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TO OVERCOME MY LIMITATIONS.
TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF IN THE LUNCH ROOM. TO SAY ‘**** YOU’ TO THE GUIDO’S AND DEGENERATES TERRORIZING ME, AND PEOPLE LIKE ME FOR THIRTY CENTS.
THIRTY FREAKIN’ CENTS, MR. WINDHAM!
Was humiliating me worth a minute maid lemonade icee?
They destroyed me because they could.
But, you taught me to see past that. That I could overcome my private hell to be a World Champ, a CableAce Award Winner, a fixture in the best new daytime actresses’ pants.
You’re the reason I wanted to be in the CSWA.
Mr. Windham, I thought you were like me.
But..
(Kegan reaches for his neck, in obvious pain.)
YOU’RE NOTHING LIKE ME!!! YOU’RE NOTHING LIKE ME!
You destroyed me because you could.
And Doctor Smith tells me the MRI doesn’t look good. He tells me my day-time work is now full-time. Mr. Seizter won’t let me near the gym. I…I have no place to go.
(He’s actively sobbing now.)
To hell with you Mr. Windham. TO HELL WITH YOU!
Maybe I can’t handle my own in this one.
But, my new dream is Dan Ryan whippin’ your ass from pillar to post!
I hope Vacant rips off that mask as he’s standing over your beaten body, and when he does, I’ll imagine IT’S ME!
Mr. Windham… (uncontrollable sobs) Mr….
(A Production assistant slips into view after five seconds and leads Keagan away.)
(FTB)
“DOWNTOWN” DARYL KEGAN: Mr. Windham…that’s right I will say Mr. Windham because I was taught respect by my grandmomma, bless her soul. Mr. Windham, since I was a little boy it’s been my dream to be a professional wrestler. To be in the CSWA! I’m sure you can relate to having a hero, to summer days spent in your backyard pretending to be someone that mattered. Hell, I couldn’t shoot hoops without my Vince Carter jersey. Couldn’t eye a tennis court without apeing “Pistol” Pete’s serve.
Now, my rockets weren’t breaking sound barriers. No, sir. I can’t hit serve a 130mph up the tee. I can’t dunk a basketball, and I know good damn well that Keanu stared in the “Matrix”, not me. But I never stopped dreaming, Mr. Windham. (Kegan chokes up) My Grandmomma never stopped pushing. She’d say, “Daryl. You’re just fine, being my grandson. Nobody can play that as well.”
She just wanted to see me happy, Mr. Windham.
And that night, at ON TIME, when I stepped out into the CSWA arena and fulfilled my destiny. I WAS HAPPIER THAN I’D EVER BEEN. I know it wasn’t an electrified steel cage. I know this. I know, those people weren’t there to see me. I know this. I know that Mr. Thomas wouldn’t let me get within’ SPITTIN’ distance of the UNIFIED Title, but dammit Mr. Windham…I was as high as high can be!
(Kegan starts to cry.)
YOU WERE MY IDOL!
YOUR POSTERS WERE ON MY WALL.
YOU INSPIRED ME TO BE-LIEVEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TO OVERCOME MY LIMITATIONS.
TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF IN THE LUNCH ROOM. TO SAY ‘**** YOU’ TO THE GUIDO’S AND DEGENERATES TERRORIZING ME, AND PEOPLE LIKE ME FOR THIRTY CENTS.
THIRTY FREAKIN’ CENTS, MR. WINDHAM!
Was humiliating me worth a minute maid lemonade icee?
They destroyed me because they could.
But, you taught me to see past that. That I could overcome my private hell to be a World Champ, a CableAce Award Winner, a fixture in the best new daytime actresses’ pants.
You’re the reason I wanted to be in the CSWA.
Mr. Windham, I thought you were like me.
But..
(Kegan reaches for his neck, in obvious pain.)
YOU’RE NOTHING LIKE ME!!! YOU’RE NOTHING LIKE ME!
You destroyed me because you could.
And Doctor Smith tells me the MRI doesn’t look good. He tells me my day-time work is now full-time. Mr. Seizter won’t let me near the gym. I…I have no place to go.
(He’s actively sobbing now.)
To hell with you Mr. Windham. TO HELL WITH YOU!
Maybe I can’t handle my own in this one.
But, my new dream is Dan Ryan whippin’ your ass from pillar to post!
I hope Vacant rips off that mask as he’s standing over your beaten body, and when he does, I’ll imagine IT’S ME!
Mr. Windham… (uncontrollable sobs) Mr….
(A Production assistant slips into view after five seconds and leads Keagan away.)
(FTB)