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(The Day After ... the cameras open up and the shot shows a staggering 'Good God' Kevin Powers, complete with Barcadi bottle in hand, walking across yet another mess of a hotel where, the night prior a Good God party took place and it was just another for the record books. Walking around he staggers past the big screen television and notices people passed out. He then looks at the TV and sees a GUNS promo from CSWA.)

KP: God him again? No wonder these people are passed out!

(As Powers goes to sit down he pulls one of his guest and puts him on the ground and pushes a female guest to the side as he sits and continues to watch GUNS in action. Laughing most of the time, as well as taking more swigs from the bottle, Powers just looks at the TV and then around the room.)

KP: Now GUNS you might not know who I am. Then again you didn't know who several people were. As a matter of fact everytime I see you on TV you seem to not know who ANYONE is!

And to think that is usually MY gimmick!

Of course mine is liquid forfeited, but yours ... well ... old age just caught up and beat the holy dog terror out of you didn't it? I mean sure you're on your ranch playing tug of war with your puppy named Stake and using your shirt as quote 'snotrags' if you will and you might be too busy to watch a CSWA program. Then again ... do you even GET a TV signal out at your Two Faced Dud ranch?

Now now, before you get your Depends in a bunch I do have to say that ... yes ... when I DO get Eddy Love in the ring I'm gonna beat him like he stole something. This I plan on doing. Not like I need your BLESSING or anything, but thanks anyway Father Time.

(Suddenly the woman's head, whom Powers pushed to the side earlier, suddenly falls on him into his lap.)

KP: What the ... (pushing the girl away) get out of here.

(Powers then thinks for a moment and moves the girls head BACK into his lap.)

KP: On second thought ... (laughing) no you've gots to move aside. Now where was I? Damn ... I think I forgot. OH YEAH! The forgetful GUNS. Now I've enjoyed what you've said about what you're gonna do to CSWA. Hell I'm the FIRST to sit back and see how much you'll destroy CSWA and beat Merritt to a pulp, but ... as I think about it ... if you wanted to get it done quick and easy you would've just walked into Merritt's office and beat him down like the little TRICKSTER that he is. And you didn't. Instead you've stayed around and won a title. Strange.

You keep saying how much you'll destroy CSWA, but then you turn right around and DEFEND it whenever someone mentions GXW. Do you have Alzheimer's of Convenience? I mean, if I was you, if someone wanted to destroy a group with you ... wouldn't you be HAPPY? That is ... unless ...

You are really one of Merritt's boys after all. It has been said he favors the days of old and GUNS, buddy, you DAMN SURE fit that bill. I mean, sure, you can say how you'll do this and how you'll do that, but isn't it kinda ironic that you've got a title and you are doing pretty much NOTHING in destroying the league? You say one thing ... yet you do something else? Boy can't you stick to your ... GUNS?

Or are you just shooting a smoke-filled room of blanks? I mean ... what a shocker right?

I mean, not that I CARE or anything, but you are cluttering up the time for OTHER talent to be on the tube. For example. You said Nate Logan and myself taking on "Hurralame' Eddy Love and 'The Fairy Ice Princess' Steve Radder is just a mid-card? Are you sure? I mean, while you were hobbling your broken knee carcass back to your DUDE ranch ... we took over. I mean, not that you REMEMBER or anything, but it was those very same mid-carders who was runnin' the show, but then it had to happen ...

The old farts had an uprising and just HAD to come back. I mean, sure, GUNS ten years ago might've been a sight to see, but now? Can you even move in that replacement leg of yours?

How do you say it? CSW ... EY? What did ya say sonny?

Now I'm sure you'll have something witty to say, that is, if you know who you're talking to, but that's you. Just keep playin' rope-a-dope with your dog ... AKA your number one fan ... and you'll do good. Continue to gum a word or two on how you'll demolish the CSWA, but turn around and fetch Merritt's slippers and newspaper like the good little puppy ... oh wait you are old broken down type ... like the old BIACH that you are. I mean ... if you can remember anything at all ...

Remember that match with Love, Radder, Logan, and The Double G KP. Remember that cause that match will steal the show. That match will prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who the real main eventers are. Remember that match ... unless you'll be taking your nap at that time then I would suggest for you to set your VCR.

(Powers then takes another swig of the bottle and begins to stand up.)

Now, if you don't mind GUNS, I do have more important things to do than to talk about you. Maybe fold a sock. Drink another bottle ...

(Powers then sees Aho's press conference on the TV.)

KP: Or even laughing at the REAL MOLE ... Evan Aho. Everyone knows it. Aho ... such the tool.

And, on that note ...

I ... HAVE ... SPOKEN!

(Before Powers walks off towards the right he stops in his tracks and looks back at the camera.)

KP: Oh God GUNS did I just scare ya and stop your pacemaker? Sorry about that bubba ...

(Powers starts up the laughter again before the camera fades out.)
 
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(FADEIN: GUNS' San Antonio ranch, where his wife HEATHER is standing in the kitchen, chopping up celery. The camera zooms closer and sees that she is using the Greensboro Heavyweight title belt as a cutting board! GUNS comes into the shot, puts his arm around his wife, and grabs a piece of celery off of the belt.)

GUNS: You DID wash this thing before you cut the vegetables on it, right?

HEATHER: No, Bill, I saw you blow your snot on it and wipe your feet on it and thought it was perfectly sanitary just the way it was...go cut your promo and let me finish dinner, please.

GUNS: Geez, they hand you a microphone over in AAW and all of a sudden you get a sassy attitude. (Chuckles.) Speaking of women with sassy attitudes, lo and behold, Kevin Powers has decided he's got something to say to me. Powers, let's get right to the point...four or five years ago, I walked out of this god forsaken company and didn't look back until your old running buddy Eddy got on his hands and knees and begged me to come in and save his ass against Mike Randalls. He begged Merritt to open the door and let the devil inside, and Merritt was so giddy with the thought of punishing Randalls that he didn't take the time to think about what might happen if I stuck around.

So, I apologize if I didn't sit on my couch every week and watch the CSWA while you, Radder, and Eddy Love "ran this place." And, judging by what I've heard, that puts me in the same boat as a lot of wrestling fans who changed the channel and found something better to do when you Three Amigos were on top. I'm sure you guys did a fine job...but here's what I know. When I left this company, NONE of you guys meant ANYTHING in this business. And when I came back to this company, Eddy Love was the ONLY one with any juice left, and he's gone on to lose pretty much every match he's been in since I won his Anniversary match for him.

So, here we sit, boys...a reunion of the Flash in the Pan generation in a nice little midcard tag team match. I think it's gonna be difficult to "steal the show" while most of the fans are getting nachos at the concession stands or relieving the pressure on their bladders, but if anybody can do it, Kevin...I'm sure it's you guys.

You want to call me old? That's original, but I'm not exactly drawing Social Security just yet, and you'd be surprised what four years away from taking bumps can do to rejuvenate the body. I'm pretty sure it's a better prescription for success than raging alcoholism, anyway.

Now, Kevin...you want to talk about what I've done to destroy the CSWA since I've been here. (Laughs.) Rome wasn't built in a day, Kevin, and it wasn't destroyed in one either. You say I've defended the CSWA everytime the subject of GXW comes up? (Laughs.) I think that Bacardi rum has soaked into your brain, boy. I'm just calling a spade a spade...and the simple fact is that the GXW is about as threatening as a cloudy day. They're not here to DESTROY the CSWA. They're here to get some free publicity and pack a couple more fans into whatever VFW Hall they're running next. They've got a stake in the CSWA's success, whether they want to admit it or not. Merritt and Hornet want to rally the troops and indulge a ridiculous "invasion" angle, make the boys in the back feel good about themselves and fight the good fight, have them looking over their shoulders wondering "Who's the mole?" instead of asking "What the Hell did Mark [BLEEP]IN' Windham do to deserve a #1 Contender's Match, nevertheless a World Heavyweight title shot in his HOMETOWN on one of the biggest shows of the year?" (Chuckles.) And the funny thing is that when I point out the HYPOCRISY of it all, I'M the bad guy.

Now, as far as YOUR plan for me to destroy the CSWA...well, it sounds impressive, but it lacks a little bit of vision. While walking into Chad Merritt's office and beating the living piss out of him would be personally satisfying, it doesn't really accomplish the primary objective, now does it? Don't you think it would be much more fun to make him watch from his luxury skybox and play the fiddle as the CSWA burns to the ground? I've got the Greensboro Heavyweight title, and you can see how much the gold means to me. It's not an accomplishment, Kevin. It's a Prisoner of War. Believe me, it's not going to be the last belt to be taken hostage before I'm done here. You can take that to the bank, Kevin.

Kevin, don't blame me for telling the truth, even if you don't want to hear it. Certainly don't blame ME for the fact that Mark Windham and Hornet are sitting on top of the card, right where they were when I walked out of this company four years ago, and you're languishing in the midcard. I just used you as an example for the Wicked Sights and the Shane Southerns and the Lawrence Stanleys of this company to take a long, hard look at. You had your day in the sun, you had your 15 minutes of fame, but at the end of the day it's still the same three men pulling the strings. Merritt. Hornet. Windham. That's it. You thought you were running the show, Powers, but the truth of the matter is...they were running you, they had their hands planted firmly up your rectal cavity, and you just smiled and enjoyed the ride.

Mark Windham likes to call himself the Human X-File. He likes to say the truth is out there. (Smiles.) The truth is out there, Kevin, and unfortunately for you, the truth HURTS. At Fish Fund, Kevin, you worry about "stealing the show" with your old running buddies...but when the night's over, NOBODY's going to be talking about you.

And that, my friend, is a promise you can drink to.
 

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