Questions & Decisions; Part I (Where Do We Go From Here)

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Questions & Decisions; Part I (Where Do We Go)

“…I’m just sayin’ … I busted my ass to get back on T-V … back in the big leagues!” Kevin screams at his lawyer Jackson Klein.

Distraught and uncertain about his future in the CSWA … Hell, the future OF CSWA for that matter Kevin headed east after “Primetime in Columbia,” back to Charleston to see Klein.

“Kev’, lets be rational … T-V or not the money is still better and you have gold! I mean come on …” Klein replies.

Last week fiasco cost the CSWA their television spot as well as many sponsorships one could imagine. Kevin now finds himself at a crossroads flee the sinking ship or stay the course and try to ride out the storm.

“I know, I know … but what the **** do I do you know …” Kevin asks Klein.

“Well at least ride it out until the checks stop coming.” Klein replies.

Klein spins around in his chair and snatches a piece of paper from the fax machine.

“You got Troy Douglas in Birmingham, another title defense … and with the current situation …the whole title holder or unemployed status you stepped out of Anniversary with seems to be ten fold at this point. With the companies current finical woes I’m sure dropping some talent wouldn’t hurt they’re bottom line right now.” Klein informs Kevin.

Kevin stands from where he has been seated and walks toward the window.

“I suppose that sounds about right…” Kevin says. “Well at least with no T-V, that means no promo’s right …”

Klein cringes at the thought of having to inform Kevin he will still have to record promotional spots to hype up the coming event.

“Well the CSWA is still encouraging all active employees to keep at it; business as usual style. All the spot are running on CSWA online. The second they start acting like a defunct promotion … they will be.”

Kevin, unhappy … yet not surprised responds back to Klein, “Where I gotta go?”

“Here’s a number to the director of promotions, give him a call when you get to Greensboro.” Klein tells Kevin.

“Greensboro?” Kevin asks.

“Yeah, Greensboro … you know the namesake of the title you hold? North Carolina.” Klein quips back.

“Yes, I’m familiar with its geographic location but why Greensboro?” Kevin asks.

“You think the CSWA is going to send camera crews trekking around the country for internet feeds? You got to go to their backyard to get this done. But don’t sweat it, I have you bus ticket to Greensboro as well as a second leg takings you to Birmingham.” Klein says.

“Wonderful …” Kevin remarks.

Kevin snatches the tickets from Klein and begins toward the door before he is stopped by Klein.

“Hey, real quick … what's the deal with Nemesis? What's going on with whatever situation you two have going on?”

Kevin looks back for a second, and continues out the door.

End.

 

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Questions & Decisions; Part I 1/2 (Semantics/Pipe Dreams Promo )

Questions & Decisions; Part I 1/2 (Semantics/Pipe Dreams Promo )

A greyhound screeches to a halt in a dirty Greensboro bus station; the door snaps open and after a few random persons step to street level and disappear from view Kevin Watson steps down … canvas duffel tossed over his shoulder tattered jeans and leather jacket covering his scared frame he pauses monetarily to access his surroundings when a voice calls from his left side.

“Kevin … ah, I mean Mr. Watson.” The voice yells.

Kevin turns and walks toward the front of the bus where he is met by a man with a clipboard. Kevin hates clipboards and more importantly the people who carry them.

“Kevin, how you doing … Benny Thomas from CSWA online department the promotional team sent us out to make sure we could get this spot from you before you had the chance to back out.”

Kevin begins to walk toward the door leading inside the terminal.

“I thought you guys couldn’t afford to run around following us?” Kevin asks.

“Well, it’s hard for us to send a camera to California if we’re here and the next show is in Alabama … the logistics are just a bit much with out that T-V deal behind us.” Benny responds.

“Alright then … roll the camera … I’ve only got an hour.” Kevin snaps.

“Already rolling we can clean it up in editing …” Benny assures.

“Don’t clean up anything … let it rock; as is … nothing fancy.” Kevin asserts.

Kevin takes a seat inside the terminal. He drops his bag at his feet and begins rifling threw it. Within a second or two he has what he is looking for. With his hand the Greensboro title emerges from the dinghy bag, he drops it on top of the bag and lets it rest in the position it fell.

“That’s it … right there … That’s what Douglas thinks he’s taking home right? In all fairness I can see why.” Kevin says as he readjusts himself in the molded plastic seats.

“I mean let’s be honest … I’m the washed up son of a ***** who got lucky at Gold Rush right? Right … maybe. I’m not the type to get introspective or to evaluate my opponents want for the win… It’s normally just another night, another fight, and keep moving. Though, I suppose this situation may warrant a change of plans for the sake of this ridiculous promo.” Kevin states as he reaches into his pocket.

As he lights a cigarette the camera pans above his head slightly to reveal a “No Smoking” sign and then back down to Kevin taking his first drag like it was the last he’d ever take.

Exhaling, Kevin continues “This time around … for the sake of having something to actually talk about one could assert this is a fifteen year experience verse less than ten. Or that this is a fight to protect a livelihood verse a undying obsession to be Hornet or Windham.

It’s not like I haven’t seen the type … as recently as Simon Theodore, or … what's the guy that’s like to endlessly introduce himself … and warn you about under estimating him …? Deville? Yeah Deville, the collage kid.

I guess is what I’m getting at … or at least lead you to believe I was actually getting at something is … It’s another man-child against an old man … as far as the business seems to go. The main difference of course is Deville and Theodore … are, were, or at least claimed to be of higher intelligence with the collage and … spelling bees and such. As to were Douglas seems to be just another awe struck kid who had the displeasure of watching a wrestling match a few years back and began construction on another of America’s illustrious … pipe dreams.”

Kevin leans forward drops his cigarette to the ground and rests his elbows on his knees, bringing his face closure to the camera.

“So you want to know if I feel threatened.” Kevin asks rhetorically.

“We didn’t ask any questions …” Benny tells Kevin from behind the camera.

“You didn’t?” Kevin asks “This would’ve been better if you would have asked questions … Where’s Seitzer? He asks questions …” Kevin says.

Benny answers with a sense of uncertainty, “I … I don’t know.”

“Well tell ‘em next time I want Seitzer.” Kevin says grabbing his title and his bag as he stands. “You got what you need here?”

Benny, confused, begins to answer, “Aw …”

“Good, I need a drink. See ya’ in Birmingham.” Kevin says.

He shoves the title back in his back as he walks down the corridor in the bus station.

The camera swings around to Benny and the dumbfounded look on his face.

"That guy is losing it ... "

A excited look comes across his face.

"...get a ticket this oughta be good."

End.

 

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Questions & Decisions; Part II (Rites of Passage)

Questions & Decisions; Part II (Rites of Passage)

A hour and several drinks later Kevin climbs back up on a dusty old Greyhound. As he makes his way to the back he catches a familiar face … or lack there of.

Benny has secured his camera man a seat on the long bus trip that will deliver both camera and Kevin to Birmingham for the next Primetime on Wednesday.

Kevin drops his bag in the seat diagonal from said camera and takes a seat as the rest of the passengers file in.

“I’m not sure what you buddy … what was it Bernie? … is looking to achieve here. Let me give the run down. There will be; drinking, smoking, yelling from the driver to out that cigarette, and a lot of sleeping … this is a long ride homie … hold tight.” Kevin tells the camera man with a slight smirk.

Kevin produces a small flask from his jacket pocket throws it back for a second or two recaps its and puts it back in his pocket. He flips the hood of the gray sweat shirt underneath his leather jacket up and over his head and sits in silence while the camera man keeps rolling away.

Several hours and towns later it has grown dark as the diesel bus pushes across North Carolina in passage to Alabama. Kevin is stirring but not yet fully awake. The camera man takes notice and readjusts himself comfortably to being filming again.

Kevin slowly reaches to his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a cigarette and starts searching for a lighter. He drops his hood as he finds one in his sweatshirt pocket. He catches a glimpse of the camera man and turns to him.

“Still here, huh? I thought for sure first piss break you’d be hitching a ride back to tell Benny to stick it. I know I would” Kevin says.

He puffs his cigarette for a second waiting for a response.

“Don’t talk much do you … gonna leave that up to me?” Kevin chuckles “Don’t hold your breathe.”

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To be continued.

 

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Questions & Decisions; Part II 1/2 (Mistakes & Beer)

“Alright look …” Kevin begins in as the camera man struggles to get it back on record and catch everything.

“I got my shot … CSWA in all of its glitz and glamour … I stepped in here I thought I had the inside track, Nemesis had already been making noise for awhile while I was spinning my wheels over in the MWC or EWI … whatever it was.

So you know with the success we had over they’re with Manifest Destiny and I got the chance to hit the CSWA and join up the UnHoly I figured … ‘aight, here go … all these years of barbwire bums, four corners of destruction, steel cage, fire … whatever, whatever are finally over’

I wasn’t here a month … fire ball to the face dropped from the UnHoly, turn around loose to Steve Radder … kicked out the ****in’ league.”

Kevin lights a cigarette and takes a drag.

“After that I couldn’t even go back to the EWI … to many burned bridges from Newfoundland to Greensboro, hell down to Texas and back to Chicago. It was Japan or bust … my brother took to Mexico and after the Manifest Destiny fallout I wasn’t running the risk of bumping into him.

I hit Japan and it wasn’t long before they’re were tired of my half assed technique … submissions have always been my thing but over there they want perfection and whether I was successful or got my ass beat I’ve never been known as a technician by any means.”

Kevin takes another drag.

“I mean, with the CSWA in the situation it’s in … I feel almost like I missed my chance … yet again. I’m here now and they’re gonna have hell getting this belt back but … I can’t help but feel a day late and dollar short. I …”

The bus comes to an abrupt stop. Kevin turns to the window and realizes its yet another coffee/piss break for the driver.

“I … I need a beer.”

Kevin heads toward the front of the bus, and exits just behind the driver.

To be continued.