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ROUND 2 HORNET VS CRUISE

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The Past Before Us

“The past is not a package one can lay away.”

The inner monologue starts as soon as he rolls into the ring.

“You’re too old.”
“You’re too slow.”
“You’re not strong enough.”
“They won’t care.”
“What if they forgot?”
“You don’t have anything to prove.”
“You don’t have anything to lose.”
“Except everything you ever built.”

The ring is the only thing remotely clean in the place. It’s odd to see a wrestling ring in the center of what was once a church. Even odder that it sits on the tip of Brooklyn amidst industrial buildings.

It’s the last place he wrestled. The home of LEGION.

It’s a far cry from the penthouse apartment across the river, but the feel of the ropes and the sound of boots on the mat speak more of home than the sleek glass-and-chrome there.

Detritus has blown in – newspapers and wrappers and leaves and dirt cover the floor where fans used to sit “in church.” The lights always highlighted the ring and the stained glass window facing the river. The past and the present all rolled together in one place, in one moment.

“The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.”

Step-roll-step-bounce. Step-step-step-bounce. Step-duck-step-bounce. Step-bump-kip-up-charge-corner-rollthrough-bump.

He’s “shadow wrestling.” Yep, same concept. But in this case he’s reliving a moment. 1999. In the ring with Eli, just before the loss and the turn by Ivy. Back to corner-sidestep-whip-back body drop.

He switches to Adler in 2004 at ANNIVERSARY. Corner-backhand-right hand-force back-whip reversal-military press-clothesline-headlock takeover-cover.

The sequences continue, becoming a little faster, a little more grounded each time. Over time, Paul recedes and Hornet returns.

The law school jock who thought his ‘dreams’ of wrestling were over until his buddy said there was a quick way to make some money in Greensboro one Saturday night. The green kid who had to be walked through the match step-by-step by Beauford… or “The Dark Knight” as he was called under the mask. The first three-count with his shoulders against the mat. Even then, that first time, he didn’t like it.

Watching Melton for the first time was like watching butter melt. At least until he walked backstage, demanded his check and laughed when Merritt wanted him to put a down payment down for the championship belt he just won. “This isn’t the NWA Title,” Melton laughed.

Twenty-three years later. The NWA Title means almost nothing. Then again, the UNIFIED….

Full nelson. Switch. Kick. Belly-to-belly float over. Ropes. Rana. Kick. Dive down. Catch. Slam. Pull up. Ropes. SPLASH.

Just that quickly, it’s back to 1996 in front of 110,000 people against GUNS.

It comes and goes, never in any set order. It’s like Sam leaping from time to time and body to body. Sometimes the body feels younger, much younger, and everything is quick, fluid, effortless. Other times he feels every twinge in the knee, and every wrenching pain in the back like before the surgery.

The motion comes. And with it, the monologue returns at a different pitch.

What if you’re not too old?
What if you’re not too slow?
What if you’re strong enough?
What if they care?
What if they remember?
What do you have to lose?
Except everything you ever built…
 

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The present before you.

"Back to the same ol' bit, huh Paul?"

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a blue backdrop with the italic, Pee-Dubya-See letters in white. Dressed in a Black T-shirt and blue jeans, Cruise slowly paces back and forth with his arms crossed across his chest.)

CC: That's right...I said PAUL.

See, for fifteen years, despite my personal idea and feeling about you, I'd had always called you "Hornet", simply out of the RESPECT. Not for YOU, but for the mere fact that you had such the incredible VETERAN status over me that I didn't. But that status wasn't what was bothering me.

At least until now anyway.

But before I get ahead of myself, let's set this straight and cut the pleasantries.

I know who you are, and I know you know who I am.

But, I meant what I said last week to Marx, I don't just not like you...I DETEST you.

You see, after the first few years you and I had been on the same circuit, it never really occurred to me to think about the fact that things had been changing. Sure, it's an ongoing process despite that but in the offset fact that most of us just try to roll with it...it never occurred to me that you'd really been slowing down.

Not because you're older, hell...it wasn't 'til after the first few years that I realized that you'd lightened your booking schedule, and I don't just mean the autograph-and-photo sessions, but actual TIME IN THE RING.

'Course, I never really was one to mind OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS, at least not like you did, Paul.

Never one time did I appoint myself a REFEREE while another was incapacitated; not while another man was competing against another, regardless of whether or not a Championship title and/or accollade was on the line.

And I surely didn't do it for leverage against a company owner, muchless one like Chad Merritt.

I said it before, and I'll say it again...since then, alot's changed, but some things stay the same.

I've accomplished quite abit in the last fifteen-plus years, Hornet.

Winning the Pier Six Brawl in A1E, becoming World Champion and nearly the longest-tenured WORLD Champion at that...

Defending multiple championships in the same company, at the same time.

Putting together quite possibly the single-greatest faction in this business, in Anthology.

I could keep going but I'd just be delaying my point, which is simply this: ten years ago when I was CSWA Presidential Champion, you might've been able to do what you did and get away with it....and you DID.

But ten years later, I've become a big-time player, and unlike you....I still USE the ol' stompin' grounds from time to time to put in some work for a match or much like alot of men do with their time....collect their thoughts.

Ten years later, you show up two or three times for a "One-Time return" to what you make "Brett-Favre-like" career moves in process, and it's all of a sudden like you never left.

Fanfare, cameras, fame, hell...you're Apollo Creed in Rocky Four.

Only except I'm not Russian, I don't speak Russian, I don't have a hankering for Brigitte Nielsen and well...to be candid and obvious...

You're not black.

Impulse has it on good authority what happens after the first round of any given tournement, and quite honestly, he's right.

To an extent.

You see, with all-due respect to Jonathan Marx, this IS the round that starts MY version of the tournament, because you see...even as a "big-time" player...no one expects a man like me to get this far, much less win it.

Hell, no one expects ME at all.

See, Impulse can say that because in Round Two he stands in the ring across Lane Cash.

Michael Manson hasn't been seen in almost five years by anyone, but despite whose in this tournament he's practically called the tournament already his.

Even my "ol' partner" Joey Melton is dialed in on doing this tournament, only Adrien's wrong; Melton's always thought about himself first, hell, it's ALWAYS been about Joey Melton.

And me?? Cameron Cruise??

Hell, no one expects ME at all.

And that's okay because the idealization of myself winning the PWC tournament while unconventional, I use as the biggest piece of motivation there is.

I've beaten Melton, Beast and Dan Ryan in three straights, I've even taken Mike Randalls to the limit draw while thought of as complete Wrestling Fodder with the Unified Title on the line while doing what I've done for fifteen years, something that Hornet WON'T do.

Keep to a schedule.

But for myself, if I'm going to win this thing, not only do I have to beat you Paul, but with all due respect to Alex Austin, I've gotta take on Michael Manson before getting to the Finals, either Impulse or Joey.

Friggin' Murderers' Row if you ask me.

Which is just fine, I wouldn't want it any other way...except for me...EVERY match from here on out is a Final Slash Championship match.

As for Paul...let's call this what it is, really.

If Melton is still willing to sit back and rely on his laurels for a chance to enter a tournament like this, and you're willing to do the same to get in on the Main Event at Crash 50 which means you're willing to do the same for this.

You're not too slow, Paul. Albeit, I was prepared regardless but after last week...that excuse is no longer valid.

I've beaten Adrien Willard, on more than one occasion actually...so that excuse is out, as well as the strength question.

Willard was probably the youngest person in the competition, so youth WAS on his side.

But again...you managed that hurdle.

Of course they care, as long as you're able to get out there on a walker or in a wheelchair..they'll ALWAYS care.

You're HORNET.

Greatest American Hero...Golden-Boy...Master of the Scorpion Deathlock, the monikers can go on I'm sure.

Paul.

HORNET

Call it whatever you want....people are going to remember you, remember you for the passion, for the Championships and Accollades you received, and the battles you've won...but most of all Hornet, people are going to remember you...

...quite frankly because you won't let them FORGET.

You see, because you could keep in good condition by any other virtue than a match with Championship connotations, it's just not you.

At least it didn't use to be.

Then lastly, after all those questions you'll be able to answer the last one...what do you have to lose??

Just one thing, Paul. You can lose the match...and I'm not asking you to just take the victory and give it to me and go home.

(Cruise smirks)

No, that honor was presented to me while I was in the Hotel room I shared with Melton in Huntsville, Georgia, an event Joey insisted on labeling "Melton-Fest '04", while entertaining two strippers he insisted that I pay for while on the phone with Lindsay Troy, long distance.

But you can lose the match, Hornet, that's what you can do.

The best thing about it??

You won't be any worse off than you were before.

But at least you'll be able to go home and enjoy your semi-realistic retirement, at least until the next tournament comes around that is.

As far as picking between those last two men, what can I say...

(Cruise shrugs)

I'm optimistic??

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Obliviate

“God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion.”

Seems like some folks are surprised. He’s back.

Almost like they’re surprised I can talk. As if a little “let’s team up on the legend” at CRASH 50 was supposed to be the end of me.

He’s crazy. What can he do at 40?

A whole lot more than a mongoloid like Cameron Cruise can do at 35, apparently.

But the question is, what comes from this madness? Creation or destruction? I’ve been on the side of both. I helped build the CSWA and really almost every league that rose around it, by sweat equity and name recognition. Love it or hate it, the name of Hornet was used in some places to define the word “champion,” while in others it was held up as something worse than the Antichrist (and I’m not talking about Jim Williams or Michael Manson).

But destruction is the easier path, isn’t it? Easier to tear down than to build up? And if I could do so much building in a decade or two, how long might it take to pull those bricks and mortar down?

He showed us how easy it was, didn’t he? Just five little years of work and he put together a plan that brought down a twenty-year behemoth? He fired me, put me in my place, right?

But what if I’m not done?

Adrian Willard learned that my destiny is my own to create. I’m not encumbered by prophecy or some intrinsic path that I have to follow. My fate is my own.

On one hand the Hero, the conqueror with gold raised high and opponents made low. On the other the Villain, the man with the glowing branding iron in his hand.

I’ve done both, been both and more. The Lover. The Fighter. The Outcast. The Other. The Maker.

But what I’ve never been, Cameron, is The Clown. They could choose how they reacted to me, but they were never able to dismiss me. Because what they had to admit was that I mattered, that the power to create or destroy pumped through my veins along with pulsating red ichor.

You know that in your bones, Cam. You’ve been fixated on me for a decade because you see that power, that purpose, and you want it.

Come and get it, Cruise. And bring everything you’ve got and as much more as you can get your hands on.

And then, in the end, when you wake up and realize what just happened to you, then you’ll understand.

Create or destroy.

Make or devastate.

Whatever the choice, sometimes you have to clear away the rubble first.
 

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Abatement

"...the power to create or destroy pumped through my veins along with pulsating red ichor."

"Boy, ya know there was a time fifteen years ago when I actually believed that to be something, if not intimidating."

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a light blue backdrop, similar to the last one with the PWC letters in italics. Cruise, dressed in a Barry Bonds-Giants jersey with matching Anarchy-style shades.)

CRUISE: Just like there was a time afew years ago when Barry Bonds used to be the most feared hitter in the Major Leagues, before there was the Steroids-Scandal and all that trash that went along with it. Pitchers, when they stood on the mound facing him, nearly pissed their pants when he toed the plate. Pitchers were afraid of him so much that they'd give him the intentional base-on-balls, a free pass to first base.

And it wasn't a bad move either.

Get him out at second, instead of chancing the longball. Sure it's cheap and you might look like a coward, but in the grand scheme of things you might very well save your team a run or two. That or wait until the sum***** get's in on Defense and hit one in the gapper so you can laugh and point as his knees force him to be the cutoff man while the Centerfielder has to SPRINT, just to keep you from legging out a Triple.

And where's the supposed "Home Run King" now??

(Cruise rips off the jersey revealing an orange undershirt.)

He's AT HOME...washing his tights!!

(Cruise starts to pace abit back and forth in front of the backdrop, pausing a minute to form the next words.)

You see, it's not so much that I'm surprised you're back in the ring, gunning for that NEXT achievement, the next TROPHY, or what seemingly around these parts IS your Final Chance at Glory before TRULY enjoying your retirement...even Brett Favre gave up after three different scoffs, at retirement.

Barry Bonds stopped trying to PLAY the game...but only after Baseball basically told him that he's NOT WANTED.

But I AM surprised that you don't just give it one last try, not a tournament here...an "Epic Match" there...but really TRY.

You said it yourself.

"What if you're not too old??"

Well I suppose there's only one way to really KNOW....is there??

I know you're still able to move in the squared circle, Hornet, not just because everyone saw you advance past Willard.

But because at 40 years old, being the man you see yourself in the mirror as...people EXPECT you to be able compete. At least until you're confined to a wheelchair or completey brain damaged.

And that's not what I'm out to do, believe it or not.

I'm not out to kill you, Hornet, I'm not out to decapitate your ego or anything remotely close to it.

That card's been played too many times.

However, I'd be lying if I told you that I'm just trying to beat you, by one form or another, so I can move on to the next round....I meant what I said.

I don't like you.

Sticking your nose where it didn't belong back then ruined what could've proved as a first step to a GREAT career in the CSWA, even as the kid I was back then.

I might've been able to compete for the World Championship, instead of Evan Aho.

I might've had the chance to face off against and defeat GUNS, and not Kin Hiroshi for the Greensboro Championship.

But you ruined that for me, Hornet, you TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME.

Now here we are, years later...and you STILL think I'm that same kid??

But you'd be surprised what I can do at 35, Hornet, just ask Melton.

Sure, he's made a career out of being a showman, and this and that and the Figure-four, yada-yada-yada. I even learned afew things from him over the course of the tenure that was the "Cameron Cruise Project".

But if you're going to sit there and believe that I didn't work my ass off for the BOTH OF US, in that squared circle every damn day and night there was a booking....then maybe you ARE losing a step or two.

Wrestling Alligators in the Everglades.

Doing the Birthday Parties for Billy Cundiff and his friends while Joey drank Apple Martini's and hit on their mother's.

Sometimes even both at the SAME TIME.

But to sit there and tell me that I can't do more than you can at 40 when I'm not that far behind??

But again...you said it yourself; "what if I’m not done?"

How do you know if all you do is "baby-step" it one shot at a time, once every two-to-three years??

'Cause you see...I'm not afraid to step in the ring with "the Hero, conqueror with gold raised high" and all that other trash you said. I've waited for an even-set match for a long time, and quite honestly...if it wasn't for the fact that tournament continues with my hand being raised in the air...it doesn't get better than this.

As far as the branding iron is concerned??

You might be able to intimidate Adrien with the storied-threats of what you did before with the branding iron, but I'll be honest with you, Hornet....there's not much that DOESN'T amuse that boy.

Hell, he could be entertained for hours with a box of kittens, and I'm sure we all could as well...

But that thing doesn't bother me.

If anything, you might be surprised to see me use it on YOU...you never know.

But it's fairly interesting to me Hornet, that you say you've never been "The Clown", because if you ask a man like myself what he thinks about someone who uses the power of who they are to barge their way into a World Championship match when it's been lord knows how since they've COMPETED in that same league to begin with?? That's a WORLD-CLASS CLOWN, in my opinion.

And yes, Hornet....my opinion around here ACTUALLY MEANS SOMETHING!!!

If people don't dismiss you, Hornet...it's because of the fact that you don't stick around LONG ENOUGH for you to give 'em the CHANCE.

Yeah, I've had abit of a chip on the shoulder, and there's plenty reason for it.

Part of it is because that despite my not retaining the Presidential title that night...I've had a successful career at this point, hell, I even won the Presidential title back.

But despite all the accollades, all the traveling miles logged, all the fame and fortune I've accrued over the course of the last fifteen years...there's one thing I haven't done.

(Cruise holds up a finger)

One thing that I haven't accomplished.

One thing that would give me peace of mind.

And that's pinning your ass to the mat for three seconds, and being declared THE WINNER.

Because I know I can do, I know I'm GOING to do it, because "EYE know that its in my bones", Hornet.

Meanwhile...you can call up ol' Chubbs Peterson himself if you need advice on whether or not you can keep up the at this point in your career. Competing in a sport such as this that's transgressed to what it is today, I promise you one thing he's said on multiple occasions:

"It's all in the hips..."

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Re: Abatement

OORP: Actually, that was an internal monologue, but whatever. ;)
 

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Consumed

“As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.”

You’ve been consumed for over a decade, Cam. Completely consumed with the fact that you won the CSWA Presidential Title and then I ran in on the biggest match of your life and counted your shoulders down.

So consumed that it destroyed your marriage, and from what I understand, that somehow you fathered some syphilitic transvestite child that grew up faster than a soap opera child. Honestly, I dunno, I haven’t followed your exploits that closely.

For years every promo you cut in the CSWA or anywhere was wondering why “the mighty Hornet” would cost you a title. And then it became an obsession with feuding with me and how I was ducking you.

Even after I admitted my addiction to painkillers, and then walked back in the ring and pinned you in under three minutes, somehow I was still “ducking” you.

Let’s get down to the bottom of this, shall we?

I didn’t interfere in your match eleven years ago because it somehow won me points in a contract negotiation, or because I wanted to give Aaron Douglas a rub, or whatever the cockamamie ideas in your head have been.

I did it because I felt like it. Because my name came out of your mouth. Plain and simple.

And I haven’t wasted one moment of the last eleven years caring about it. Just like I didn’t care years ago at GOLD RUSH when you finally won the title back.

The fact is, Cam, you’re nothing but an ADD-ridden bi-polar borderline psychotic with OCD. You obsess and obsess and obsess until you’re talking about things from years ago that no one cared about then or cares about now.

The only reason you’re still in this business is that Joey Melton saw you as an easy meal ticket. You made him look good, you were his beard while he got to d*** around with Lindsay Troy and the rest of Empire Pro Wrestling. Even the name of your vaunted tag team was his idea so he could keep you fat and happy, make you feel like you were important.

You’ve got a bone to pick with just about everybody you’ve ever come across in the business, Cam. But let me tell you the little secret that everybody knows but you…

…You don’t have the brains or the balls to pull it off. And you don’t have the standing to make anyone care. At best, you’re a means to an end. And at worst, you’re just a clown.
 

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Re: Abatement

OORP: Actually, that was an internal monologue, but whatever. ;)

I've seen the style before and construed it as a respondable RP...since it was used against me before, lol. I'll have something either tonite or tomrrow afternoon I think.
 

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Re: Abatement

No worries at all. Definitely 'respondable' -- just not necessarily quotable. ;)

Look forward to the next. Gotta work on mine as well to get caught up.

I've seen the style before and construed it as a respondable RP...since it was used against me before, lol. I'll have something either tonite or tomrrow afternoon I think.
 

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Send in the Clowns (They're Already Here)

‘The same ol’ bit,’ huh, Clown?

See how I did that? I always called you ‘Cam’ out of RESPECT for the fact that a man who had the cord wrapped around his neck for so long coming out of the womb had made more of himself than a ‘special’ McDonalds employee featured on the cashier at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Don’t think you can talk down to me you idiotic little pustule.

You called me “Hornet” to my face for over 10 years because you would have gotten your ASS KICKED if you had called me anything else in the back or out in the arena. In fact, it’s been the combination of your mouth and your tiny pea-brain that have gotten you in all kinds of trouble over the years.

Listen, truth be told, I am THRILLED that you finally hit puberty, went through the changes and got yourself a big gold belt over it. I wish Rocko Daymon and the folks over at the big A1E nothing but the best for putting up with you for so long.

You “keep to a schedule” because if folks blink they’ve already forgotten you. By then you’ve already been replaced by a re-run of Joey Melton, or the latest Windham stunt, or the fifty-seventh version of “Dis” in EPW. You can’t draw, you can’t work without being led around by the nose, and trust me, I remember pretty well that you could barely find your way to the arena without either Mercedes pointing the way. Congratulations – you traded her in for Joey Melton and midget. Hope you’re very happy together.

Remember how your teachers used to tell you there’s no such thing as a stupid question? Clearly you believed the lie. But I’ll do you a favor and answer two for you.

First one is midget-related as so many of the questions in your life are. Yes, indeed, we confirmed years ago Billy Cundiff was not your little cancer-ridden, Make-A-Wish friend, but a tragic, sneaky little midget named Red who used you as a pawn in his boss’s little game. So you can stop with the Google searches and the milk cartons – that story ended three years ago.

Second one – “What if I’m not done?” Let me let you in on another little secret. While you were crying over spilled Presidential Titles and looking for redemption for 10 years, the world didn’t care. And that’s what really gets you – you could make a fool of yourself with Melton and the midget for a couple of years and then be made a total fool of by others who dreamed up retarded children, wives and pets for you, but no one seems to take notice.

Meanwhile, I step away from “the schedule,” as you call it, and then get asked to waltz back in a match for the NFW World Title, or to be the big name for a start up league like LEGION. And not only that, but in that infamous CRASH 50 where I lost… yep, I said it… it took four men to knock me down, two men, razorwire, broken glass, thumbtacks, a chair and a dirty, dirty Eddie Sanchez Mayfield to keep my shoulders down to the mat for a three-count.

But more importantly, Cruise, name one member of that Pentagram match who’s still in the business.

I walked through broken glass, literally, and kept going. When the hell have you done that? When did you survive an electrified steel cage with Mike Randalls standing across the way? When did you survive an insane lunatic like Jim Williams stalking you with a branding iron? Have you been kidnapped or threatened with a ridiculous contraption like the WHEEL OF DEATH? Oh wait, what about that time you walked into a match handpicked by a psychopath like Michael Manson and CRAWLED OUT of hell with your hand raised.

No, your claim to fame is still driving Joey Melton through a territory for a few months and using his rub to get yourself a few titles while battling your evil twin-son-fetus “Cooter” up and down the East Coast.

You don’t like me? That’s the big revelation? Well la-dee-damn-da you ignorant ignoble inanity. Go look it up, dumb***.

I don’t – for a moment – think that you’re smart enough to understand this, or any other, situation. I don’t think you can back up one damn thing you’ve spouted out – cause you didn’t do it ten years ago, or five, or last year, did you? So let me say this for everybody else out there listening, since we know you’re physiologically incapable.

What should scare Cam and the rest of you out there is that I don’t have one single iota to lose. But to gain? If a 43 year-old former pill junkie who hasn’t wrestled in over a year, a distantly former champion fired from the company that made him wealthy, can step back into a ring, shake off the ring rust and win out over 15 other ‘legends’ and up-and-comers? What does that say?

What do you do when that giant glass house called “Ego” comes crashing down? When that pretty little box where you kept all the lies you tell yourself so you can feel better gets opened up and you finally have to whip out the ruler and realize that you weren’t quite as big and important as you thought you were.

In the end, the ring rust, the age, even the past won’t matter. Because at the end of this everyone one of you will be on your back, listening to the crowd chant two words you had almost forgotten…

HORNET WINS.
 

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Want Consumption?? Have a Bran Muffin.

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise wearing a Chicago White Sox Paul Konerko Jersey, shaking his head in disappointment.)

Forty years old and you still aren't able to comprehend the fact that even you...the LEGENDARY HORNET...is just as fallible as anyone else, and that includes myself.

I've not made the greatest of decisions, but believe it or not...the one's I've made actually COUNTED.

I won the CSWA Presidential title as a ROOKIE, beating a man in Alex Wylde, who to this day STILL won't have the record books show that he lost fair and square.

Then yes, in the biggest match of my life, in the biggest PAY-PER-VIEW of my life...I went up against Aaron Douglas and had a shot to retain against Aaron Douglas too....that is until you did NOT what you were supposed to.

Hornet, "Greatest American Hero".

Try Hornet, "The Rebel".

Try Hornet, "The Thief".

That's what you are to me, Hornet.

A THIEF.

Yes, years later I won back the same title in an event even MORE spectacular than the one that forever changed my career.

I could've been one of the greatest CSWA Champions ever to have Gold around his waist.

But because of YOU, Hornet...I had to adjust and make decisions, decisions that I didn't WANT to make, but decisions that I knew were best for my career.

Most people at this point, might see this as a segue in their life to THANK YOU, Hornet, THANK YOU...for altering a situation the way you did.

But as you can see, Hornet...I'm not feeling very appreciative lately.

YOU, however...competed in the same event and couldn't get past the US title ring, muchless on to face Troy, a chance to become Unified Champion.

But from what you've said...you're only furthering myside of the argument AGAINST you.

Before winning back the same title I should've never LOST...I was able to do alot of things in my career, without any help. Was there an issue with a MUTANT of a kid that was SUPPOSEDLY my offspring??

Yeah.

But you're also talking about this supposed offspring that was "Fathered" via testtube and lord knows what else...with a man I wanted NOTHING to do with.

A man that went beyond the orthodoxal means to stalk me, and follow me everywhere I went.

Nevertheless, I still carried on doing what I do best and SUCCEEDING, even when it was proved FALSE about "Kooter Michaels-Cruise".

Of course, you'd know this if you paid attention, Hornet, just like you'd know that that VERY SAME Stalker...went after "Ego Buster" Dan Ryan.

He went after the (finger quotes) "Revered" Joey Melton.

Hell, I even heard that he tried going after YOU...but you wouldn't know that because you don't really CARE.

Unless there's top billing or a Championship of some sort on the line...you can't be bothered.

You can't be found.

Such was the case with Crash 50.

Such was the case with Gold Rush, and such IS the case with the tournament for the PWC NOW.

Now whether or not I win, the fact is that I know I'm right.

After this tournament is over, I'm going to go back to busting my ass DAY-AFTER-DAY-AFTER-DAY. But you?? You're back to feeling 87-years old, back to comtemplating retirement, back to becoming the very version of this business's "Brett Favre".

Back to whereever you choose to be irrelevant, at least until the next title opportunity comes along that makes you wonder whether or not you need to shake the rust off.

But interfering because you felt like it??

Toe-May-Toe, Toe-Mah-Toe, call it what you want, dress it up any way you want, it's cliche but still true; A pile of shit, is still a pile of shit, and I'll be damned if it doesn't STILL STINK after all these years.

HORNET IS ALL ABOUT HORNET.

And that sir, is a travesty.

The last eleven years while you weren't thinking about it, I was punishing everyone else who thought the same way you did; winning the A1E Pier Six Brawl DESPITE...what the record shows, and won the A1E World title DESPITE...what's on record. Hell, I even won a title based off of hard work...

And sent the "Champion"...to the hospital in the process.

But this isn't about that kind of intimidation, after all...I'm out to prove I'm better than that.

And you.

And Manson.

And yes, even Melton....even if I've already proved ONE point to him already by pinning him.

Hell, I could even say that AND that I've managed to take Mike Randalls to the time limit draw with the Unified title on the line...but there's that pesky irony again.

Hornet. Doesn't. Care.

Go ahead though...keep on that you think I'm "ADD-ridden-bi-polar-borderline-psychotic with OCD" and whatever else.

Because I'm all that you think I am...not because I'm Popeye the Sailor, but because I'm BETTER than I was eleven years ago.

Nevermind what you THINK happened with Joey Melton.

Sure, he probably saw me as a "easy meal ticket" as you called me, but the fact is that again...IF YOU PAID ATTENTION....

I never wanted to team with that guy.

It's true, it's even on tape; the only reason I teamed with that piece of crap is because I was ORDERED TO.

So what did I do??

I took him to multiple Tag Team Championships, as well as Tag Team of the Year.

My payment for that regard??

After I beat a supposed "Messiah" in Sebastian Dodd...

(Short forty-five second closeup)

See, you're not the only one who can beat people who have "Visions and Prophecies"...even if I've already beaten the same guy three or four times.....

(Camera pans back to original view)

My thanks for busting my ass was being framed for an involvement in the KLU KLUX KLAN!!!

SCREWED!!!

AGAIN!!!

But that's okay...that situation has been rectified and soon I'll be taking yet ANOTHER step toward being the VERY BEST Empire Pro ever had. Just like I plan to do here in PWC, A1E, and everywhere else I compete in.

So yeah...I do have the brains, and I've definitely got the balls.

That's why EYE am in this tournament, in a competition of this CALIBER.

As far as being a Clown??

Believe me Hornet, you'll LOVE my next trick...

It's a doozy.

FADEOUT
 

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Masterpiece Theatre

(Hornet sits in a movie theatre, popcorn rested on one leg and a drink in the cupholder beside him. He wipes away a tear and claps slowly.)

Cameron Cruise, you have managed to do something that I haven’t ever seen before. And that is impressive.

I mean, I’ve seen midgets jump into a tiny pyramid and believe they were transforming into Voltron.

I’ve seen a man roll a wheelbarrow of manure into an arena and proclaim that he is the ultimate arbiter of justice.

I’ve watched men get strapped into a clearly defective and dangerous “WHEEL OF DEATH,” and I’ve even seen NFW talent step back into a steel cage in that promotion knowing the legacy of the exploding War Games.

I’ve seen Teri Melton naked, and yes, although surgically altered at least twice, they’re spectacular.

But Cameron, excuse me, Mister Doctor Reverend Cruise… you have amazingly, incredibly, stunningly… dare I say PERFECTLY… done something I have never seen…

You laid it all out… every last thing except perhaps the seven times your fiancé/wife left you in the ring… and with that cumulative history, you buried yourself deeper than any words I could possibly utter.

We got it, Cam. You’ve grown. You’ve changed. You’ve come a long way, Virginia Slim.

You’re no longer an idiot misfit who was blessed with athleticism but barely enough synapses to function in society.

You’re no longer the guy who was led around the nose by Joey Melton. You’re no longer the guy who was made a mockery of a “test tube baby” for a couple of years.

And you’re definitely not the guy who ran off at the mouth on a World Champ and got jobbed out for a title when said World Champ interfered to teach you not to run your mouth.

Oh wait, scratch that last one.

But, really, we get it, I get it, Cam. You’re not as pathetic as you were the first ten years. You’re a renewed workaholic, a slightly less pathetic version that STICKS AROUND… and somehow gets “screwed” no matter what.

Framed as part of the KKK? Not to rip off a gimmick, but REALLY???

I’m sorry that I can’t muster enough willpower to care about you, Cam. I care about a few of the other six possibilities I’ll have to face in this tournament, but you’re one possible saving grace is hoping that you’re right – that I just don’t care enough to show up.

Because if I do… when I do… the “debate” is over, and the match starts. And one more time, we get to find out if the one thing I’m best at in life is still enough to get by a distraction like you.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled feature, "Men At Work," starring Emilio Estevez and Cameron Cruise. "WINNING!"

(fadeout)
 

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"Pustule?? Dumbass?? Really??"

(Fadein, Cruise heading to the arena, gear in a bag over his shoulder.)

CC: So this is what it's resulted to?? NAME-CALLING??

And to think...I had respect for you...ONCE UPON A TIME.

See, you can do that kinda trash to Williard and get away with it, stuff like that generally just goes over his head, but I'm not Williard, Hornet.

I've beaten the likes of YOU on MULTIPLE occasions before.

I've TRIED to be reasonable about this and keep things in check, keep the immature-level down to a minimum.

I don't like you...not in the least, but much like Walter Sobchak, Hornet you should know better.

This isn't 'Nam, this is WRESTLING; there are rules.

But for the sake of the fact that I very well might not get a chance like this again, since you're going to hide out again...I'll do you a solid.

Not that I didn't try to do it eleven years ago, but let's lay everything out, as you say.

FUCK YOU, Hornet.

I might not have as many years as you do in this business, but as my Grandfather used to say..."Fifteen years is nothing to sneeze at."

For a mere eight year difference, if you think I'm gonna mind my manners like a good little Cruise SHOULD, then yeah...you're ****ing outta your mind.

FUCK YOU, HORNET!!

I'll talk down to you if you're a green-as-grass-rookie or an over-the-hill-legend, like yourself, that's just who I am.

I called you "Hornet" to your face for over ten years because it was something I TRIED to do back then, give RESPECT, whether it was earned in the ring or by being cordial and respectful to my betters.

But you see...you WERE...better than me ten-plus years ago.

You MIGHT...beat me in Chicago....but that still doesn't mean you're better, despite what the recordbooks show.

You think it's my mouth and my "pea-sized brain" has gotten me into trouble over the years, sure...most of it, not my doing and some was indeed by rash-decision making.

But it's also the brain that's kicked Dan Ryan's ass.

It's also the brain that's beaten Joey Melton in the middle of a ring.

It's also the brain that's taken advantage of EVERYONE ELSE and set me up for LIFE, alot easier and alot FASTER than you did back then. Ask Troy Windham as well...he tried coming over and TAKING OVER A1E WHEN EYE, WAS WORLD CHAMPION.

And he ran off too, tail between his legs.

See, despite who holds the belt right now...A1E is MY company.

Every title I've won...I won on the first try.


EYE WON the Pier Six Brawl, a match that you've never competed in or even tried.

Why??

Because I could give a **** about LEGION, but you won't lend your services over to A1 Entertainment and try your luck there. Not because you might be alittle better than half of them..

But because you gotta beat the traffic to get home for your three pee-em nap and shot of Prune juice before you eat your microwaved "Hungryman" dinner in time to catch Jeopardy and watch old films of you and Wall, you and Troy, you and GUNS, Adler, Flair...anything that makes you good enough to SMILE THAT ACADEMY-AWARD-WINNING SMILE.

See, you talk about the Wheel of Death and all that...

I faced off against a deranged ASSHOLE, "Gemini", who would SOW HIS OWN MOUTH SHUT rather than risk saying "EYE-QUIT".

And I beat him.

I face off in a "Steel Cage, Steel Weapons" match...and I emerged VICTORIOUS.

But you show up in A1E...and as far as the truth is told for ME...

I don't think you could hang....ten years ago--hell--FIVE years ago...MAYBE.

But not now, you see...because I keep to a schedule due to the fact that I don't like DOWN-TIME.

You could, would, and SHOULD...because you've become that LAZY.

People do spittakes at you coming back, because just like Brett Favre..."retiring" from Wrestling has gotten so old, it's like that old fabled story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf".

Only in this case...it's a creepy old man who won't keep to a decision on whether or not he's done competing in a business this ruthless, this BRUTAL...it's really become rather sad, in a way.

You say I can't draw??

Who do you think helped put together the greatest faction this business has ever seen??

(Cruise uses his free hand and "thumbs" himself in the chest.)

Who do you think caused the Tag Team Championship to change hands the way it has the last few years??

(Again, "thumbing" the chest)

Who do you think was the one that kicked Mercedes to the curb for taking more than what was fair to her...even BEFORE I married her??

(A third time.)

Which is awesome because doing that reminds me of my next point. If the world didn't care about me losing the Presidential title back then, then why was it they showed up to watch me put a CHAMPION in the hospital in two separate occasions for two DIFFERENT titles?? Why was it they were able to watch me defeat a man with so much confidence in himself that he's called the very thing this business needs...Mister Entertainment...for a title he's had so long that I can't possibly think of anyone holding a title more. Why is it they watched me take a man that had to take Beast to the limit in a Two of Three Falls match and beat him in the span of HALF THE TIME??

See...people see me and know I'm coming back in a short time to give them what they want---the best of what I have to give.

People see you and come running...mostly because they never know when the urge is gonna come for you to shake the cobwebs and the ring rust....you're Hornet alright.

But you've grown into abit of a relic.

You see, because not like Williard...I've had a picture of the future.

Yes, Cameron Cruise has visions too, but relevant ones....long after I retire...which might be five years, hell, it might be ten, but long after I retire and hang up my boots for the last time...

You're still going to try and prove to people what the ol' "American Hero" has left.

Arthritic knees, cauliflower ears be damned...you're gonna hobble down that aisle alright.

But just like Rocky Balboa...you're gonna lose.


AGAIN.

AND AGAIN.

AND AGAIN

But whose kidding who here, Old Man??

That's right, I said it.

You didn't GET asked....you BEGGED to be a part of it.

Despite all the arguments the week leading up to it, you knew it was a move that was nothing if not MARKETABLE.

You're smart, but you see, because I told you before:

Hornet is all about HORNET.

You were that way years ago before, back with the ClaimStakers.

Back with Ivy.

You want me to name one member of that Pentagram match who's still in the business??

How about the man who was put on TARGET by that match??

The man that NEVER LOST that title or any other title in New Frontier Wrestling??

Joe the ****ing Plumber.

Yeah, you keep up with the times alright.

(smirks)

As long as it suits your needs you do.

Hornet. About Hornet.

Oh I'm going to enjoy this, no doubt about it.

Partially because of the reason that I just might need to make the most of this situation, as I said before.

You're going into hibernation once this is over, it's a proven fact.

The other part however, is because you sit there and actually BELIEVE I needed Joey to win singles titles.

That I needed someone to help me WIN.

You couldn't be more WRONG.

In fact, if you think I'm so "physiologically incapable", take a step back.

Go ahead, I'll wait...people have waited YEARS for you, I can wait a few more seconds.

(Cruise looks at his watch)

Now take a look in the mirror.

People KNOW I can keep up.

Outside of a STRUGGLE against Adrien Williard...people don't KNOW...if you can keep up with me.

A REAL COMPETITOR.

What do YOU do IF you win a competition like this??

Boy, it's like a record isn't it??

Nighty-Night, America. It's time for Hornet's three-hour-napping Marathon of "Murder She Wrote", "Columbo", and Tonite Shows with Ed McMahon and Johnny Cash.

Granted, the last one might actually be good to see...but this is Hornet we're talking about.

Funny thing is...you make seeing Teri Melton naked a shocker...Joey tried bribing me with that on the first road trip I was forced to take with him as a tag team.

Let me repeat that..in case it wasn't clear the first half-a-dozen times.

"I was forced...to team with Joey Melton."

I didn't WANT TO, I just didn't have a choice.


Oh, and for the record...they're OKAY.

The same goes for Sunshine Del Payne, Lindsay Troy and even Eddy Love's ex-girlfriend.

The sad truth though Hornet, is I've truly seen BETTER.

How??

When you're Joey Melton, drunk and crying in the corner of a hotel room shower, doing his best "David Hasselhoff"-impersonation...you tend to show alittle more than you expect.

Thankfully he stopped before he got to Ivy though, I mean let's be honest.

Who wants to see a naked bitch??

Well...Joey for one, but then I'm digressing.

You're not sorry about anything, Hornet, you never were.

Oh you'll show up, I know you will because your ego won't allow you to do so otherwise.

(Cruise stops short and holds a finger up, very much like Peter Falk.)

Just one more thing....the time is ticking near to bell time, close to when I beat you within an inch of what you call "the rest of your life."

Close to showing you just how much of a distraction I can REALLY be.

That way I can move on to the next round in the tournament and you can finally move on to...

...the rest...of the story.

(Cruise moves on as the scene fades out)
 

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