Fade in from black. The camera pans across the bank of the Thames at night, coming to a rest on a solemn figure that stands in the middle of Tower bridge, overlooking the water. From this distance, his identity is uncertain, but as the camera feed switches to a closer shot, we realize it's John Miller. John stands with both hands on the railing in front of him, a cigarette dangling limply from his lips. As he exhales, a small bit of smoke escapes from the confines of his mouth, released into the cold London air. Miller addresses the camera without moving a muscle, still looking out at the black water beneath him.
Miller: Well Boogz, it's put up or shut up. You've just about exhausted every excuse you could think of. You've pretty much milked every little complaint dry. And now you have...
John reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a cellphone. He flips it open, casting a slight glow upon his features.
Miller: ... Roughly one week of freedom before I whip the living piss out of you.
John flips the phone closed, setting it back into his pocket. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand.
Miller: You know, you've done some stupid (beep) in the time you've been here Boogie, but none of it tops what you've done in the past few weeks. Claiming I refused a rematch... tellin' the world the man tried puttin' you down yet again.
Miller breathes a heavy sigh
Miller: Smallz, maybe if you actually had the balls to come and talk to me, I would have KNOWN you wanted a rematch. But instead of haulin' your ass to my locker room for five minutes, you chose to spend that time on the GXW air waves, b*tchin' to Lindsay Troy about it. But then again, I should have expected it man, that's what you do best, isn't it?
John spits over the side of the railing and pulls the cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag.
Miller: You're a b*tch Smallz, plain and simple. I used to respect you, I actually wanted to WORK with you on several occasions to make sure everything was taken care of between us. Last time we met, I specifically remember tellin' you I was down for that. But what the (beep) do you do? Throw it all back in my face... and claim that there's still some "magical conspiracy" taking place to ensure the plight of Boogie Smallz. Listen Boogz, this ain't the 1950s, 60s, or 70s for that matter. There IS no man holding you down here... you have just as much an opportunity as any other person who makes a run for the belt. There's only one man you've gotta' worry about right now, and he's standin' right in front of you.
John takes another hit off his cigarette and begins to shake his head slightly.
Miller: The sad thing is Smallz, it's all a (beep)in' act with you. I don't think YOU even really believe all the crap you say. And I bet if we actually hooked you up with some Visine, we might be able to see those big brown eyes of yours, 'cuz you're undoubtedly full of (beep).
Another hit of his cigarette, this one a bit longer. John lifts his ballcap to itch the top of his head, then puts it back in place.
Miller: I put the stips on this match for one reason, and one reason only, Boogz... so if you got to the end of that tournament we could settle this once and for all. No interference.... no escape. Hell Boogz, they even banned my move... what else ya' need? I practically gift wrapped this ass whippin' so you could take it like a man. That bell rings and you and I are locked up in one of the most devastating matches the wrestling world has ever seen. What comes next Boog? Where the hell has your little story gone? It's written itself right alongside the likes of Pete Rose's "I never bet on baseball" story. But then again... you can finally say "the man was holdin' me down" and have some justification for it, because that's exactly what I'm gonna do. And for a three count, no less.
John finishes the rest of his smoke and flicks the butt into the river. He turns slightly, resting his arm on the railing, addressing the camera directly.
Miller: You know I have to hand it to ya' though, man. You tore through the ranks of that tournament like a bat out of hell... like a man possessed. There's only one problem with that though, Smallz. You don't even know the half of what you've gotten yourself into. This isn't Eric Davis, or Dan Ryan, or Lindsay (beep)in' Troy for that matter. You might have difficulty focusing on exactly who it is you're facing on any given night, but I swear to Christ you'll remember this one Boogie. And instead of the GXW Unified Title you so desire... the only keepsake you'll have to reminisce over is the metal fence I lodge into your (beep)in' skull.
John looks up into the sky, again shaking his head.
Miller: You know, some people are sayin' I just have it out for you Boogz. Why the hell else would I want you in a cell, right? Why would I wanna' make this match even more brutal than it possibly could have been? Quite frankly, it's just because you've (beep)in' earned it.
Miller throws his hands up at his sides and smiles slightly.
Miller: You said it yourself at the start of the tournament Boogie. You were "just gonna' have to do it the old fashion way and earn it." Well holy (beep)... Boogie Smallz finally came to the conclusion that he needed to actually step up and do things for himself. Well, champ, you've EARNED yourself the right to get your ass handed to you... and in grand fashion I might add. You and I are headlining the biggest card the wrestling world has ever seen, and I can't think of anything more fitting than to rub your nose in your own (beep) in front of a global audience.
Again, John smiles slightly, pulling his hand up to his chin to rub his goatee.
Miller: You want the belt Boogz? You want to be the GXW Unifed World Heavyweight Champion? What for? You know damn well they don't make the straps out of hemp. Maybe if the belt was built from a pound of (beep)in' chronic I might be worried about your desire for the sumb*tch... but IT'S not... so I'M not. You're walkin' out of that cell empty handed Smallz. I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but the only thing I'm payin' the piper at Battleground is one big boot to the ass.
John walks off screen as the camera focuses on the lights in the background, blurring them until the screen fades to black.
(FADE IN to the Red Light District in Amsterdam. The camera pans the street and closes in on a shop with a sign reading “Grasshopper” on the front. Cut to inside the Grasshopper. The place is empty except for a man sitting in a private booth in the back. The camera gets closer and reveals it to be the GXW Continental champion, Boogie Smallz. He takes a shot of espresso with the left hand and puffs his blunt with the other. He looks tired and worn out from all the bouts he had, but he’s got a lot on his mind and no time to rest. A quick celebration at his favorite hangout in Europe for his tournament victory and then back to England.
The match that he has been patiently waiting for is finally coming to fruition. A showdown of gigantic proportions that the entire GXW locker room has been dying to see. The first one-on-one bout between Smallz and the GXW Unified World champion, John Miller. Boogie puffs his blunt and looks to be in deep thought. He slowly exhales the smoke, watches it swirl in the fan above, and then speaks.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: Johnny Boy, I don’t know if you have me confused for somebody else…but I ain’t sum lil’ beeyatch. Maybe whenever you speak you make other fools tremble in fear, but when I hear you talkin’ all big and bad…(Smiles.) I gotta laugh. You come out, after my match last week, and you call me a chicken(BLEEP). You not only call me that, but you say I am one because I was on TV b*tchin’ about how you were ignorin’ me? That’s interestin’. I would think a chicken(BLEEP) would keep his mouth shut and not say anythang. Wouldn’t you?
I think tha word to describe me is I am A MAN. I went out on national TV and called you out. Did I get a response? F*ck nah, all I heard in response was crickets chirpin’. Not ONE WORD out of Camp Miller. Under tha circumstances, I would have thought a fightin’ champion would have taken it upon himself to have tha match signed immediately. Instead, do you know what I saw on GXW TV? You wantin’ to defend your title against mofos in other companies. You not wantin’ to take care of business right herre, in your own backyard. You said all I had to do was ask? What do you think callin’ you out on TV was? Me just tryin’ to hearr myself talk? Nah man, I was testin’ you out, tryin’ to see if you were tha champion you claim to be. And ya know what? You’re not. You might be able to fool some of these folks, but I know better. You ain’t ish, Miller.
(Boogie puffs his blunt and shakes his head in disbelief.)
You tell erryone that you respected me and you wanted to work with me, well how come I didn’t know any of that? You specifically remember tellin’ me? Riiight. I don’t know why you are out herre tryin’ to lie. Tryin’ to save face and come up with excuses of your own, but none of that rings a bell with me. Maybe if you had been man enough to talk to me, instead of ignorin’ me like a scurred lil’ beeyatch, then none of this would be happenin’ right now.
At least I didn’t pull a Christian Sands. Come out therre, shake your hand, and then sucker punch ya. I’m above that. I challenged ya in front of tha world. It wasn’t like I could come out after one of your matches and confront ya, like you did me. You would have to actually DEFEND that title for sumthin’ like that to happen. Not sit on your ass and wait for your openin’, like it seems you’ve been doin’ your entire reign as champion.
I’m in tha trenches, dawg. I am bustin’ my ass to prove to erryone that I am tha best. I don’t duck challenges, I don’t hide when ish hits tha fan. I just go out therre and do tha damn thang. Now I just want to hell and back in this lil’ tournament that GX-Dub setup. A lot of hungry futhamuckas was tryin’ to take their game to that next level and erry damn round I had to turn it up a notch, because tha competiton was that tough.
Do you know what I was thinkin’ durin’ that whole time? Do you know what drove me to win it? My motivation wasn’t just tha Unified World title. It was tha fact that it was YOU that was tha man that held it. And it was YOU who I would have to beat to get it. You’ve been runnin’ around without a care in tha world and that bothers me, dawg. It more than bothers me, it really kcufin’ irritates me. So I took it upon myself to do sumthin’ about it. Because I knew tha suits wouldn’t…and I knew you sure as hell were content wrestling Kin Hiroshi or some other punkass beeyatch they threw at ya. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let you get into a comfort zone with that belt, but I’m afraid now it’s too late.
You’re lil’ vacation as World champ ends now. It’s time for you to earn your pay. Show erryone what you are made of…what got you herre in tha first place. Because quite frankly, I don’t see it. I haven’t seen it in quite some time, Miller. You’ve been floatin’ off of your past success and if you want to call our lil’ match back at Revolution a victory…you can’t, because regardless of what happened in that match…I won both falls. I’m not exactly thrilledwith what went down, but that’s why I wanted this match. A match you were too shook to ask for. I wanted to…(Puffs his blunt and blows the smoke out.)…clear tha air and settle tha score once and for all.
You think this cell has me worried? It couldn’t be a better environment for this match. No excuses? You got that right, Miller. When I beat you, therre ain’t nothin’ you can really say. But you can try to front, act like your gonna whoop my ass, but Johnny you and I both know…it’s a lot easier for you to say it…than to do it. I ain’t some chump, I’m a man, and I’ll be damned if I let you talk all that mess and get away with it!
(Boogie stirs in his seat and puffs his blunt a few times. He smiles as if he isn’t bothered by Miller’s comments.)
You’re a punk, man. What’s this ish you said? (Speaking in a dumb voice, imitating Miller.) “Why do you want the belt, it’s not made out of hemp. It’s not made of chronic, if it was I would understand why. (Boogie stops his imitation and has a look on his face, as to say what the fu...) How dumb are you? Do you realize how completely stupid that sounded? This isn’t a joke to me, Miller. I’m takin’ this more serious than you realize. I just went through all kinds of ish to make it herre and I refuse to walk away without fullfillin’ my dream, what my existence in this business is all about, bein’ tha World champion…tha very best in tha biz. I’m better than you Miller, I know I am. That title belongs with someone else…someone that will defend it with pride. Someone that will take it to tha next level, where it should be…tha premiere belt in GXW.
Because right now it’s not. You wanna know which title herre is tha one that means tha most right now? It’s this one. (Holds up the Continental title.) I did it by not duckin’ fools and steppin’ up to all challenges whenever they were presented. Bein’ a man and handlin’ my biz before it handles me. My track record speaks for itself, I am more than qualified to hold that championship…hell, I’m over qualified. And in about a week, Johnny, you are gonna find that out first hand.
Do yourself a favor, Miller. While you are standin’ on that bridge…you might want to go ahead and end it now. Throw yourself off that beeyatch and save yourself all tha pain and torture I’m gonna put you through inside that cell! Because once that cell lowers…therre is no turnin’ back. You made some bold statements, son. Some ish I ain’t gonna let slide. Tha clock is tickin’, John.
Enjoy these last precious moments with that belt, because after Battleground…it will belong to me. BELIEVE ‘DAT!
Fade in to the shot of a GXW wrestling ring... THE GXW wrestling ring... with side skirts reading "Battleground: Britain". Engulfing the ring and nearly dwarfing it is an even more ominous structure: the steel cell. Aside from the one main light which illuninates this combo, the entire area is dark. As the camera gets closer to the cell, we notice the large hulking frame of John Miller leaning up against the ropes in the nearest corner to the door. Miller stares into the lens as he speaks, his gaze not distracted, his sight in focus. The GXW Unified Heavyweight title is slung over his shoulder. The shadows of the steel fencing around the ring are cast down upon Miller's white wifebeater, and they seem to dance around the muscles of his body as he breathes.
Miller: I'M a punk? This coming from the man who burns his paycheck away at the street pharmacy.
Miller smirks slightly.
Miller: You wanna know somethin' Smallz? I STILL think you're a b*tch. You come out and say you're a man, you've never backed down from a challenge, all this happy horse(beep). Right. And just where the hell were you when Kin Hiroshi was threatening the safety of our owner? Where the (beep) were you when the man who signs your paycheck was being carted out on a stretcher? Nowhere to be found Boogie... nowhere to be (beep)in' found. So what if you take all challenges for your title? You think that makes YOU a (beep)in' man?
Miller's face shows a sign of question.
Miller: Boogie all that (beep)in' shows me is that you like bein' a damn champion. Any mother (beep)er who has a belt out there's going to try and keep it, that's just the natural order of things. But what's unnatural, what you DON'T see nowadays, is people actually standing up for what's decent. While Chad Dupree was recovering from food poisoning, along WITH your fellow co-worker Dan Ryan, you were blazing one up in the back, forgetting the (beep) even went down. Yeah... real (beep)in' manly there, Boogz. You deserve a (beep)in' medal for being the first guy to ever wanna keep his championship...
John's features are now showing signs of disgust.
Miller: You're more than qualified to hold this championship?
John raises an eyebrow and looks over at the strap on his shoulder.
Miller: Qualified? Man, the only way you're qualified is if you've BEATEN the previous champion for it, and that's somethin' you just haven't done. Sure, you (beep)in' won a match against me... but you did it while lyin' on your back passed out from lack of oxygen. Ain't my fault that's how it went down... but I guess you'll take it either way, huh Boogz?
Miller backs up off the ropes and begins to walk about the ring, the title belt still sitting on top of his shoulder.
Miller: I believe you called my title reign a "little vacation", if I'm not mistaken. Hmm... then should we consider yours, an outing? You see, I'm finding that the only reason you've been pissed about MY reign is because it wasn't YOU who was getting the shot. I dealt with Kin Hiroshi because he was the first mother (beep)er to pop up. You came along AFTER the fact. There's always gonna be dissatisfied people Boogie, and you should know that better than anyone. You think every guy in the back was happy to see you defend your belt against Christian Sands three (beep)in times? Hell no, but you gave him the opportunity, so there ya go. Sure, some other guy might have been deserving, some other guy might earned a match with you, but you had (beep) to deal with, just as I did Hiroshi. We've all got (beep) to handle, and right now for me that (beep) is you.
John leans back against the far ropes.
Miller: Your claims of being better than me still go unfounded Smallz, an they probably always will. You see, you can talk all the "ish" you want about being the premiere champion around here, about being a man, but at the end of the day, you're still just one bad (beep)ing habit. Your main existence here is the Unified title? That so? So THAT'S the reason you light up a blunt before every match, after every match, on the ride home, at breakfast, lunch, and (beep)in' dinner. Yeah Smallz, you're workin' hard, bro. I can see the fire in your eyes...
Miller smiles slightly.
Miller: (Beep) Boogie, you give that (beep) more attention than anything, and maybe if you put HALF as much dedication towards this title as you do towards that little habit of yours, you might actually have some reason to say you deserve it. But hey man, it's your life, you choose how to live it. But damn Boogz, I know that (beep)s gotta be messin' with your memory... cuz if you can't remember me telling you I'd work with you, you've already lost the short term. It was oh... I'd say... THE LAST TIME WE MET. Go check your (beep)in' promo tapes. Tell these people what you know is bull(beep). YOU'RE the one frontin' Boogz, NOT ME. But I forgot... you wanted a rematch.... that you never (beep)in' asked for.
Miller breathes in heavily, looking off camera to a spot in the darkness. He turns back to the lens and continues.
Miller: And guess what? You want one after I whip your ass this time too? Consider it done. And what about the time after that? Consider that (beep) signed too. Stop me if I'm going overboard, I just have the feeling I need to do my own god(beep) booking AHEAD of time, just to make your b*tch ass happy, Boogz. God knows we don't want Mr. Smallz to be upset... he is the Continental champion, after all, the "premiere" champion of GXW.
Miller rolls his eyes and brushes off the top of the gold belt.
Miller: You've got so many (beep)in' claims, Smallz... so many ifs, ands, buts, b*tches, moans, complaints... and that's you're (beep)in' right. You can say anything you damn well please... because it's not a requirement that it has to be right. The Continental strap's better than the Unified World Title? Neat. Makes a ****load of sense... comin' from the Continental champion. I'll tell ya what... why don't you just go to Dupree's office, tell him to change the status of the titles, and we'll be done with this whole thing, homes.
John smiles again.
Miller: Quite simply, because Dupree knows as well as I do that your cup runneth over with bull(beep).
And it's that very same bull(beep) Boogie, that's gotten you into the one place you won't walk out of.
John looks up at the cell encasing the ring. He continues to speak as he checks out the structure.
Miller: It's not a question of whether or not you're worried, Boogie. Nah man, it's all about whether or not you can DEAL with it. So far you've been great at runnin' your (beep)in' mouth... but how much walk you got to back up that talk? After that bell rings, and I'm the one walkin' out of here with THIS baby...
John pats the title and looks at the camera.
Miller: ...it's in the (beep)in' books.
Believe dat, b*tch.
John crosses his arms in front of him as the scene fades to black.
(FADE IN to Boogie Smallz somewhere inside Millennium Stadium, in Wales. He is sitting on a stool in front of a GXW Battleground Britain backdrop. He’s wearing a black velour Sean Jean sweat suit, with a GXW t-shirt underneath the coat. His hair is froed out and he has a blunt dangling from his mouth. He has the Continental title hoisted over his shoulder and a portion of the cell in front of him, giving the illusion that he is inside the cage. He looks fresh, rested, and pissed off.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: Herre goes another ma’phucka tryin’ to hassle me about my smokin’ habit. (Rolls his eyes and puffs his blunt.) You just hate tha fact that I can be me and don’t hide anythang from anyone. I am open, I come out…and speak my mind. Ain’t no shame in my game, son…never has been. I don’t hide my problems like some folks. I’m not robbin’ fools to get crack. I’m not out on tha corner hustlin’ suckas in a game of Three Card Monty. I ain’t out therre doin’ none of that. Basically, my habit is in check. I rarely drink alcohol, I don’t shoot up ‘roids, and I am in tha gym on a daily basis…bustin’ my ass to look this good. And what makes you so much in tha right? Besides tha fact that it’s against tha law, what other reason is therre? Let me guess, you’ve got a merit badge you need to earn, so you can finally become a Scout Leader or some ish.
That’s what it must be, Miller. Because that’s tha only reason I can think of for you to be all worried about other people’s ish. You’re tryin’ to play tha hero. Come to erryone’s rescue and act like you could never do any wrong. You’re just perfect, aintcha’? Not one flaw, Mister Squeaky Clean, right? Whatever. Save that ish for someone that will believe it. You might have these fans fooled, but I know therre is more than meets tha eye. You can’t fool me with your Leave It To Beaver act.
You wanna know where I was while you were out playin’ caped crusader? I was doin’ more important thangs. I don’t have time to kiss up to Dupree and rush to be at his side, I’m not stuck up his ass like you obviously are. I’m not tryin’ to earn any brownie points with tha guy. And more importantly than anythang, I wasn’t bored like you were. I was defendin’ this title. (Pats the belt on his shoulder.) I wasn’t sittin’ on my ass waitin’ for an openin’…like you were…like you ALWAYS do. He signs my paycheck, but that’s where it ends. We don’t exchange Christmas gifts…hell, I didn’t even get a damn card, and I’m prolly his biggest star. But I’m not about that. I don’t like to rub elbows with them, I don’t want to be in management’s inner circle. I just like to keep ish at a biznuss level with tha suits…never personal.
Now let me ask you this. Do you think you goin’ after Hiroshi changed thangs? I mean, just because you stick up for tha boss and got revenge on his behalf…does that mean that Kin Hiroshi is gonna stop poisonin’ people? So what did you really do, then? If anythang, you prolly pissed off that crazy bastard that much more. He just popped up? Looks to me like it was more of a convenience for you.
(Boogie stands up and places the Continental title on the stool. He walks closer to the camera, smoking his blunt along the way,. He stops, mean mugs, and puffs his blunt again. He rests one of his hands on fencing, looks down at the floor, and then back at the camera.)
Where tha hell am I? Oh yeah…I remember now. (Scratches his temple and shakes his head.) Like you said, Miller…I guess this ish is messin’ with my memory. But I still remember you’re a lil’ trickass hoe. I recall you bein’ a punkass beeyatch. So as long as I know that…I think I’ll be alright. (Smiles.) Nah man, I remember errythang. I think tha case herre is you rememberin’ thangs tha way YOU want to. You want to dig up old promo tapes, fine…knock yourself out in tha studio. But dawg, let me lay it out for you exactly how it went down. We had a tag match against Kin Hiroshi and Kendall Codine. All week before tha match you were nowhere to be found. And only after I saw you walk down that aisle…did I know that you actually showed up. Pickin’ your spots once again. And that’s cool. I handled my part and won tha match for us, with no help from you. Does that ring a bell with ya, Miller? Because I sure as kcuf remember it.
Durin’ that time I was respectful of you and just asked that you pencil me in for a shot after Hiroshi. Did you do anythang? Was therre any effort on your part? Not jack-ish. You didn’t say a word. So then time goes on, you handle Kin, I take care of Codine…and we both have empty plates. I thought then you would maybe say sumthin’…but no…not one word. You go and lay out an open contract for any schmuck to pick up and are quick to try and sign tha match. That is until I stepped in and called you out, once again. And then I heard sumthin’. You finally spoke up for once. Then tha promoters saw tha dollar signs and before you knew it we had tha biggest triangle match this company has prolly ever seen. At that time then ONLY THANG you said to me was that we needed to team up and take out some of tha outsiders comin’ in. How was that gonna make me square after that match? How was that gonna make thangs alright with me? Yeah, that’s what I need…an unreliable tag partner. You showed me from tha time before that you weren’t around until you felt like it. So what was I gonna get out of that? Forgive me for not gettin’ over excited. Maybe some sap in tha back might do cartwheels for a chance like that, but your offer, as far as I’m concerned, was unacceptable.
You’re a two-faced sunuvab*tch, Miller. You portray yourself as sumthin’ your not. I’m sick of it and I’m gonna expose you for tha fraud that you are inside that cell. You’re a paper champion, Miller. You’ve had a cushy run herre and haven’t elevated that belt one damn bit. It’s lost luster, it doesn’t shine quite as bright as it used to. But I can change that…I will change that. I gotta beat you to do it…and I will. That Unified title deserves better, this company deserves better, and more importantly…tha fans deserve better. You have been a disappointment to them all and for me to do tha “decent” thang and right tha wrong. Lift that dark cloud that has been lingerin’ over GXW for tha past year with that title.
(Boogie puffs his blunt down to the roach and tosses it on the floor. He rests both hands on the fencing and begins to grip it. He mean mugs the camera and spits on the floor.)
It seems like my whole life they have tried to lock me up in a cell. It’s funny to me that it wasn’t some cop that locked me up in one…it was some silly b*tch named John Miller. (Smiles and shakes his head.) Well herre I am John. You wanted it so damn bad inside a cell, you better be careful what you wish for…because tha ish might not turn out exactly as you planned. I’m not gonna let you trash this company by bein’ its champion anymore. Don’t worry about how I am gonna deal with it…tha only thang bein’ dealt out in this beeyatch is YOU bein’ dealt an ass-whippin’!
You walkin’ out with tha title is in tha books? Maybe in tha first draft dawg…but I think your endin’ needs a lil’ work. Don’t worry about it…leave it blank…and I’ll fill in tha rest of those pages. Because no matter what you think, therre is nothin’ that's gonna stop me from winnin’ that title. And tha ONLY WAY I see you walkin’ out of that cell with it…is if you take it out of spite after I beat you. Tha only way. Now…BELIEVE ‘DAT!
(Boogie rattles the cage and gives an evil scowl.)
Fade in from black. The shot reveals the interior of the Collegiate Church of St. Peter at Westminster Abbey at night. As the cameraman walks through the hallowed halls of this historical building, he pans around the architecture. After a few moments, the cameraman enters the Lady Chapel, where we can see the back of John Miller. He stares out the great windows at the end of the room, looking into the night sky. Wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans, Miller looks casual and calm. As the cameraman approaches him, he begins to speak...
Miller: You know, Boogie, Britain's had quite a storied history.
The cameraman is now next to John, who points up with his index finger.
Miller: See that? They call that the Battle of Britain Window. Just a testament to those who have fought and died on this land. But Boogz...
John turns around and rests his shoulder on the cool stone wall. He looks into the camera with a stern stare.
Miller: This country has NEVER seen a fight like they're going to see in Millennium stadium.
Miller looks out the window, the moonlight cascading in to cover his features. He remains quiet in thought for a few seconds before speaking.
Miller: I used to think that the world saw more good people than bad. I used to think that somehow, someway, things would fix themselves if you let them. Then, I realized the only reason (beep) ever got resolved... was because people made the effort to resolve it. That's what I'm doin' now Boogz, that's what I did when it came to Hiroshi. You wanna' call me a caped crusader? Whatever... I call it having some (beep)ing balls. You wanna' sit there and say I'm a two face son of a b*tch, that I don't speak the truth? That liberty that's been afforded to you ends at Battleground. When we walk out of that cell, you'll have no choice but to shut your mouth in realization that everything you ever said was total horse (beep).
John turns back to address the camera.
Miller: Did all the stuff that went down with Hiroshi do any good? I'd like to say so. You seen any poisonous muffins around the locker rooms lately? You see Chad Dupree or Dan Ryan leavin' on stretchers lately? Nah... because like you say... we handled that biz. But what if it was YOU, Boogz? What if you WERE the World Champ at the time? Hiroshi'd probably still be running around here like a madman unchecked, while you sit back and puff a couple blunts to forget him. You want to bring the Championshp back to the place it belongs?
Miller smiles slightly.
Miller: I don't recall the belt ever being held by a dickless potsmoker who forgets his own (beep)in' name half the time. Boogie, I told you... I could give less of a (beep) WHAT you do in your spare time. You can blaze a doobie from here all the way back to the states, for all I care... and maybe that'll ease your pain after this loss. But what I do give a (beep) about is seeing some slacker ass poser like yourself tokin' up the chronic with MY belt around his waist. That's just somethin' I'm not gonna' let happen, Smallz.
John reaches a hand up and scratches his goatee, still staring into the camera.
Miller: You can KNOW I'm a "punkass beeyatch"... you can call me a "trickass hoe"... and I can still take those words and jam 'em right down your (beep)in' throat. What you say can never be taken' seriously... seeing as how it's always under the influence of some chemical or another. But you know, like I said.. it's your choice mother (beep)er. I'm not going to sit here and give you the lessons of morality like Lindsay Troy... but I AM going to tell you that that (beep) you pull isn't going to get you very far against me. Your habit's in check?
Miller chuckles slightly.
Miller: You're right Boogz... you're not goin' around sellin' crack. You're not hustlin' on the street corners. But you DID beat the living piss out of a security guard. And THEN you stole the man's clothes. It's not selling narcotics... but the last time I checked, assault and battery was a crime, along WITH stealing. But whatever man... you're right, it's not all Leave it to Beaver around here. I don't ever remember Wally clockin' the Beave over the head for stealin' his weed stash. Your little attachment to that (beep) is what's gonna be your downfall, champ.
John lifts his hand up to rub the top of his shaven head, turning back towards the window.
Miller: You've got nothin' to lose, Boogie. You're as carefree as a kid at a toystore. But I think that when you find yourself inside that cell, and you look across the ring into my eyes... you'll know that your little field trip is about to end. You've talked... and *****ed... and moaned. Hell... you've said just about everything there is to say regarding my reign as a champion here. But what you haven't done is faced the facts. You're not gonna beat me, Boogie. You never have... you never will. The only way I'm walking out of that cell is with that belt held highly above my head... and it won't be because I stole it. No Boogz, where I come from, you EARN your right to be the man. That's somethin' you might not be too familiar with at this point, but I promise you'll get the concept down in no time.
You've EARNED your right to an asswhippin'. You've EARNED your right to face me in the most talked about match of the year. But what you've lost is every single ounce of (beep)in' respect I ever had for you. Who knows Boogz, maybe after it's all said and done, you and I can lay things to rest. But right now, you're the man who's trying to strip me of my dignity, and I just won't allow it.
You think I'm unreliable? Rely on this Boogz... when they close that (beep)in' door, your ass is mine and there's nothin' you can (beep)in' do about it. You wanted your shot.. you got it... and pretty soon you'll realize you just got a whole lot more than you bargained for as well. Kin Hiroshi thought he was going to take the World Title to new heights. Christian Sands thought it was HIS time. Just because Boogie Smallz says he deserves it, that makes it any different? (beep) you. You wanna be decent? You wanna' right the wrongs? Show me you're actually WORTH a damn and back up some of that (beep) you've been talkin'.
Miller walks away from the window, over to a small table that sits nearby. He leafs through the pages of a book which sits on top of it. The moon now reveals less of John's features, allowing the shadows to take its place.
Miller: Go ahead and tell me all you want that you're taking my title. Throw it out a couple more times, and it still won't carry any weight. When I do emerge from that cell... not only am I taking MY title... but I'm turnin' your world upside (beep)in' down. YOU wanna write the ending to this chapter? Put a little somethin' in there about the humbling of Boogie Smallz... because you're about to have a life altering experience. The only way YOU leave that cell... PERIOD... is on a stretcher. Sit back, blaze a couple joints, and hold that little Continental title as close to you as possible. Think of every experience you've ever had in this business... and throw it all out the (beep)in' window. This isn't a battle...
John again looks up to the Battle of Britain Window, which casts a colored glow down upon the floor.
Miller: ... this is a (beep)in' war.
John looks at the stained glass for a few more seconds before turning to exit the shot. The cameraman tilts his camera downward to reveal the page in which Miller was reading from the book. We can see that it is indeed the bible... open to Revelations.
"All the fancy things you love so much are gone," they cry. "The dainty luxuries and splendor that you prized so much will never be yours again. They are gone forever."
(CUT TO: Troy Windham, in the back of his strech HumVee, looking like the guitarist from The Strokes.)
TROY: Yo-- Champ... (Troy snickers.) Next time you cut a promo, make sure you THANK ME for selling out this event and pulling down a high buy-rate. Lord knows with YOUR promo ability you'll be as famous as Carrot Top by the end of 2004.
I'm going to make you a superstar, kid, by showing up to just one GXW event. You can thank me in public for that or you can have me show up and slap you across your face in front of everyone. Or, better yet, I might just do both... and then grab your title and use it as the toilet paper it's worth.
Icon? (Troy smirks.) Maybe. But there's only one man who is The King of All Wrestling... and that's me. And for one night only, the GXW fans will get to see a *REAL MAN* show his stuff. (FTB)
(FADE IN to Boogie Smallz, sitting down on some steps, location unknown. He’s wearing a black mink coat, his hair is braided with a Kangol covering it, and has a roach dangling from his mouth, from a blunt he has been smoking on. He flicks the roach away and looks into the camera.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: It’s nice to know that we’ve got a regular Mister Rogers in tha house. So nice of you to give us all a history lesson on what made England what it is. Until you dropped a promo therre, I would have never seen tha Battle Window or whatever it was. So thanks for givin’ us all a tour. Good to know that when you’ve got a World title defense around tha corner, that you always have time to go sightseein’ and teach tha fans a valuable lesson. Forget about watchin’ video of your opponent or trainin’. Damn, you’re John Miller…that stuff is for tha birds, right? Well do what you do, Johnny. You obviously know what it takes to me a champion, far more than I do. (Rolls his eyes.)
I’m glad to see that you are focused on me and nothin’ else. Oh, but I’m wrong on that, aren’t I? Because from tha looks of thangs, it looks like you and Troy Diggity have been exchangin’ a few unpleasant words to one another. (Lets out a deep breath and shakes his head.) Callin’ you out works for him…but I guess when I did it, you just didn’t hearr me, huh? Forget about Troy and worry about ME! I’m tha guy with tha title shot, I’m tha man that has been breathin’ down your neck, and yet you lose total focus and set your sights on your next conquest.
That ain’t cool, John. But keep on doin’ that. Underestimate me. Think I ain’t ish, that my past accomplishments mean nothin’. Keep on with that line of thinkin’ and watch me rip you apart because you were too concerned with somethin’ else. You’re already lookin’ PAST me and onto tha next thang, just like BEFORE this match was even signed.
But that’s how it’s always been my entire career. I came from nothin’, man. I built myself up to tha man I am today and I did it all on my own. I never got a handout. No one ever gave me a break…errythang I got…I worked hard to get.
I can remember my first days in tha CSWA. They had me out therre lookin’ like a cross between Freddy “Boom Boom” Washington on Welcome Back Kotter and Samuel L. Jackson’s character Jules from tha flick Pulp Fiction. Wearin’ leisure suits and bellbottoms. On top of all that, they had me saddled with a midget for a manager and a clueless goofball for a tag partner. I was never taken seriously. I was meant to be a joke. Some comic relief in a company that, at times, was way too uptight. I did what they paid me to do. I danced under tha disco ball. I did a promotional tour on tha Partridge Family bus. I let a midget steal tha stoplight from me erry chance he got. So I know all about someone not takin’ me seriously.
But damn, that was at least 6 years ago. A lot has changed since then. I’m no longer tha openin’ match. I’m not saddled with a midget. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve made a name for myself in tha singles ranks. I did it my never givin’ up. Never lettin’ tha ish get to me, no matter how bad tha situation. Take away errythang I ever earned, but I’ve made an impact on this biz…and THAT…you can’t take away.
I couldn’t believe my eyes tha day I read FWI Magazine and saw that they had rated me Number One in wrestling. Not just GX-Dub…but in tha entire wrestling world. It might have been for a week, but damnit…for one week, man…I was king of tha world. I felt like all my hard work, tha crap I have had to go thru to get herre…it was all worth it. And at this point, you’re right Miller, I have nothin’ to lose.
That is, except for my self-respect. You not respectin’ me isn’t a big issue. I could honestly care less. But me as a man…as a person, I can’t just walk into that match thinkin’ I have nothin’ to lose…because to me…I do. Do you realize, throughout my career, how many World champions I have seen crowned? How many have risen to prominence and then fell off the face of tha earth? Neither do I, but therre have been too damn many for me count. But I stood back and watched it all go down, knowin’ one day…when tha time was right, that I would be World champion someday. That I would one day have my name listed amongst some of tha greats. But unlike them, when I held it…I would never let it go.
My time is now, Miller. I don’t have a moment to waste, because for all I know…my life could end tomorrow. I live erryday like it’s my last, I think that’s how I have survived this long. I have no regrets, anythang I did…I did it ‘cuz I had to. This is one of those situations, John. I have no choice, because for all I know this will be tha only World title shot I ever get.
What makes my claims mean more than a Kin Hiroshi or a Christian Sands? First of all, we’re talkin’ about Kin. (Shakes his head.)‘Nuff said. Secondly, I beat Christian Sands for ya…so he never got tha chance to prove anythang he said. So what separate me from them? (Laughs.) Are you serious? I ain’t even gonna answer that. I would just be repeatin’ ish I already said. If you don’t know, if you can’t realize it…that’s your own damn fault. Maybe when I dump you on your head, inside that cell, it might knock some sense into ya. Maybe then you will see tha err of your ways and beg for forgiveness. But you want get none from me, Miller. Once I see that sign of weakness…I’m gonna go in for tha kill.
I noticed at tha end of your promo, you had tha bible open. (Grins.) Are you listenin’ to Hellfighter or sumthin’? Are you tryin’ to find some comfort, dawg? Like a serial killer before his execution? Tryin’ to make thangs right before the end comes? (Mean mugs the camera.) You better damn well pray to up above and hope sumbody is listenin’, because divine intervention is about tha only way for you to walk out of that cell with tha Unified World title! I’m sick of you’re ish, Miller! It’s time for you to shut your mouth, or better yet…have me do it for ya.
You want a war? You don’t want a f’n war with me, Miller! You better think long and hard about that, son. I ain’t tha one. You better evaluate tha situation after tha first battle…to see if you wanna even take to that level. Because it could be tha biggest mistake of you ever make!
Fade in from black. The present shot reveals John Miller, who slowly walks down a path next to the Thames. A cigarette dangling from his lips, a black skullcap tightly hugging his head, John walks with his head high, staring straight ahead of him. It's obviously cold out... Miller has his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, and the mass of vapors that escape his lips are most likely a combination of smoke and breath. The cameraman walks alongside him, giving us a side shot the entire time. As John speaks, he never turns to address the camera.
Miller: You know Boogie, a lot could be said this match. Some might say we're going to kill each other. Some might say this one's gonna be a bout for the ages. I say you and I are gonna' handle business, plain and simple.
John takes a longer hit off of his cigarette, then resumes speaking.
Miller: But Boogz, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret... I'm a little cautious as to the current situation. You want to settle this... and so do I. But there's a little something that's been buggin' me lately. I asked for a No Interference, Hell in a Cell match. I look at the card the day it's released... sure enough for some odd reason, the "No Interference" bit's been dropped? Don't know bout you, Boogie, but that raises MY eyebrows.
What's it mean? I dunno' Boogz, maybe I'm paranoid, but when overindulgent assholes like that self righteous Troy Windham start flapping their gums in my direction, I've gotta think somethin's up. I'm not underestimating you, Smallz. I know exactly what you're capable of, and I know I can deal with it. But you ever stop tokin' for just one second to think about the other factors? You don't, and I'm sorry to say you just might not be the World Championship material you think you are.
I've got my sights set on you Boogie, there's no doubt about it. But that doesn't mean I can't be ready for some (beep) to come up out of nowhere. Here's the deal, man. Not only does this (beep) with Windham concern me, it more than likely concerns YOU too. I more than half expect for someone to step up during OUR match Boogie, and attempt to use this as their opportunity to stir (beep) up. Let's look at the facts, Smallz. We're in the biggest match of the year, on undoubtedly the biggest card of the year, being watched by quite possibly the biggest wrestling audience ever. You don't think someone's gonna' see that as their chance to hit a cheap shot?
There was never a doubt in my mind that bringing in other people from other associations would cause some problems around here, Boogie. But just because I knew it would happen doesn't mean I wasn't going to prepare for it. You talk about CSWA... you know how they roll. Like you said, they made you wear a pair of bell bottoms and dance under a disco ball or two. What's to stop them from trying to one up GX-Dub at our own event? Why you think I MADE these stips? So douchebags like Windham couldn't come in and (beep) with things. Now, it's just as much your problem as it is mine.
You talk about working to be where you are, earning everything you've got. Well guess what, Boogz? Here's a quarter... call somebody who gives a (beep). I've done it too, and while I can't speak for you, I know I'll be DAMNED if I let someone get involved in this match that doesn't belong there. These other guys Boogie, what's gonna stop THEM from attempting to do what we did? They want to earn their shots just as bad. Ever think 'bout that, Boogz? Know that feeling you have inside of you right now? The want, the desire you spoke of earlier? Guess what... you're not the only man who feels it.
Like I said, just seems kind of odd to me that they casually forgot that part of the match. Whatever man... I can already tell this (beep) doesn't even matter to you, why should I try explainin'? Look, bottom line is this... if you want this belt as bad as you say you do, then you better damn well be ready to do whatever's needed for a fair shot. This was supposed to be one on one. That's the way I'd like to see it go down, at least. But apparently, that good ol' "system" you referred to in day's past seems to have reared it's ugly head. Just don't be (beep)in' surprised if you've suddenly got other matters to think about come match time.
You're right Boogie... I don't respect you. Not in the slightest.... but that could change come Battleground. You step into that match with me, go toe to toe with me for however long it takes, and after that bell rings, you've earned my respect. Win or lose, doesn't (beep)in' matter.... as long as we settle this (beep) OUR way, then I've got no problem extendin' my hand. But on the other hand, you throw anyone else in the mix, and you can toss that (beep)in' idea right out the damn window.
This is a match you earned, Boogie.... I'll give you that. But what good is it when all of that becomes tainted? What the (beep) is it going to matter if one of us walks out of that door with the world title above our head, knowing it wasn't pure? Hope you can part from that blunt you're smokin' right now to comprehend this, Smallz. I want EVERYONE... and ANYONE... to hear this. This goes out to anyone in the back, anyone in the locker rooms... no matter who you are. Boogie and I enter that cell at Battleground... if for one (beep)ing instant I catch wind that somethin's not right... there'll be hell to pay. You hear that Boogz? I know you're not one for siding with me, but you've gotta at least appreciate this one. At Battleground Britain, if any mother (beep)er interferes in this match, in any WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM...
John stops walking and turns towards the camera. His eyes are intense, his stare is piercing.
Miller: .... I will personally whip the living (beep) out of you. This is between ME and YOU, Smallz, and if anything, I want you to (beep)in' know that. I don't want you walkin' out of that cell sayin' "I got beat and it wasn't fair" or "I lost because some muthackufa' got in my biz". No Boogz, I'm not lettin' it go down like that... and neither should you.
It's fine to be focused. It's fine to wanna' close in on your opponent only, and if I had to respect you for any reason right now Boogie, that'd probably be it. Needless to say, I don't... but that's beside the point. All that matters is you and I need to take care of this, because (beep) is gettin' out of hand.
You want me to beg for forgiveness? What the (beep) do I need to be forgiven for, Smallz? Sorry to say Boogie, I'm not repentant over the fact that my goal is to kick the living (beep) out of you. I don't hide it, I don't sugarcoat it... there's nothin' else to it. See, I don't want your forgiveness, and you shouldn't expect to receive mine... that's not what I'm after. If you're on your hands and knees in that cell, it's not gonna' be from you trying to beg for a pardon... it's gonna be from me whipping your ass to retain my title.
You keep lookin' for your little sign of weakness, Boogie. Search and scour... because you'll never (beep)in' find it. You wanna come on in for the kill? I'm tellin' ya to. Go ahead, b*tch... make my (beep)in' day. You wanna' shut my mouth, then by all means, be my guest, Smallz. I'm (beep)in' waitin.
You said somethin' in your latest promo about your impact on this business, and how I can't take that away. You're right Boogz... but you're headed in the completely wrong direction. I'm not TRYIN' to take anything from you... I'm holding my (beep)ing ground. You came after MY title, to take something that I would guard with my (beep)in' life. You made it your goal to take MY spot in this business as GXW Unified Heavyweight Champion. THAT, Boogie, makes you my enemy... and puts you on the top of my (beep)in' list.
You question my focus for this match? See how much doubt you've got in your mind when I'm stomping your head into the (beep)in' floor. Just because I'm lookin' PAST you doesn't mean I don't (beep)in' see you. I know EXACTLY where you are, Booger. However, it doesn't end with you, now does it? Life can't be put on hold just because we're in the most talked about matchup of our time. If Troy Windham wants to make claims he can beat my ass, then so be it to let him (beep)in' try after our match.
You're right about this being YOUR time, Boogie. You've gotten in line, waited your turn, and now you're number's been (beep)in' pulled. So what're ya' gonna do after this one, Smallz? Sit the (beep) back down, that's what.
You wanna prove me wrong? Wanna' tell me one more time just how confident you are that you're walkin' out of that cell with my title? You need to learn somethin' Boogie... when I say somethin', I damn well mean it. Do I "want a war"? You're damn right I do, Smallz... and if you ain't prepared to give it to me, then you better just hike your ass back to your pre-tournament days. "You ain't the one?" Oh but you ARE, Boogie, and now you've gotta deal with it.
John finishes his cigarette and tosses it out of the frame.
Miller: See ya' at Battleground, Smallz...
John gives one last look towards the camera, then walks out of the shot in complete silence. Fade to black.
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