OOC Note: Just to ensure there is no question, I had previously warned TSiegel I would be unable to post until Monday due to work, holiday-preparedness work, and of course holiday plans. There will be no second Roleplay until at the Earliest the 5th. It's the 4th of July, and I'll be heading down to my hometown Tuesday morning to hang out on a raft float on the lake with some friends. So yeah. I'd just like to request that consideration be taken and that neither of us get negatively voted due to the delay/lateness in our posts
FADEIN: The footage opened in to the Epic II arena, where situated in the center was the wrestling ring that previously saw the best talent of NBW compete weekly in front of the screaming fans. Sitting on a stool in front of the ring was none other than the seven foot three Colossus of the NBW, ACW and member of the Sweet Sixteen for the Ultratitle tournament – Spike Saunders. There were no smiles or grins this time.
Spike Saunders: “Normally… Lexia would be here filming the events as they proceed while I train with Michael and a few of our friends. Unfortunately she is in Colorado Springs at her hometown helping evacuate those around the danger zones of the wildfires stretching the state. Mike has also taken the night off to assist her. But that is fine. It lets me take a moment alone to get a few things off my chest.”
He leaned forward slightly while propping his elbows on his thighs, and rested his chin atop his knuckles.
“Ever since I walked out of that ring last week after laying out Zero I have been catechize regarding what I was thinking and what I had done. ‘It was not in my character to lay somebody out and just walk away’ is what they would say. ‘It was not like me to take advantage of the situation’ is what they would say. Ever since. Ever since…”
The Colossus paused and shook his head for a moment then exhaled.
“Look. I am sick and tired of explaining myself. I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I warned Lint Douglas that if he was not coming into the match at one hundred percent, then he should just not show up. I feared for both of us as a single wrong move could injure anybody when they are not fully focused. I did what I said I would and brought my Triple A game. Yeah sure, I do feel bad about what happened with Lint and hope he is well. Maybe we can have a rematch in the future even. That match and round is over, now we move on to the Sweet Sixteen and shift focus.
“To you, Cameron Cruise. You made it through Ikan Jobtayoo. Crushed King Crusher. And then the unlikely you conquered Troy Douglas. And now, with Sixteen of us left, you have quite a challenge on your hands kid. Just a few more matches left until the final two go head to head. And my sights are on that finish line. You have made it to this point with your athleticism and fan support through ESEN, however unfortunately the easy road has been blocked off with a seven foot three roadblock.
“Like with any other roadblock you can chose to go around, forfeiting our match. Or you can try to work your way through and over, pinning my shoulders to the mat or lying on your back while the official gives the count.”
Saunders leaned back on the stool which was no easy feat thanks to the lack of a backing being present. He grinned wide and tapped his wrist lightly three times.
“Truth is Cameron we both know that the other person is quite talented. After all we are in the final sixteen. We are at the fo’c’sle just waiting to burst out onto the main deck of the top eight. There is no need to throw around insults or hark on the other’s skills in the ring. If that was still a concern we would never have made it this far.”
He stepped forward from the stool and approached the camera. With a jostle it was unsecured from the ledge it was set upon and raised up close to the face of the Colossus.
“Cameron. I may look like black death to the fans in the arena after my apparent despicable act of turning an advantageous situation to my… well… advantage. I have nothing but respect to them and to all those participating in this Ultratitle Tournament. BUT as I said to Mr. Zero, Cobra, and El Lobo Loco… I am here to become the Ultratitle Champion.
“Respect. My friendly giant candor. The showmanship in the ring. It is all halted the moment I step over those ropes in a week.”
He pulled the camera back as far as his arm could reach to get him in frame, which was not happening.
“To the rest of you watching and missing the lovely Lexia and ol’ Micheal, after the holiday we will return you to your regularly scheduled programming by the journalist slash wrestler and our fun funny wild crazy antics. Until then, have a great Fourth of July with your friends and family. Be safe, and please be diligent with any fires created!”
His other hand grazed by the lens before the footage cut to blackness with the press of the off button.
OOC Note: Just as previously stated, I spoke to Dusty, and we agreed on the time constraints, issue. I'm probably SOL from a desktop for the rest of the 4th due to obvious reasons and the 5th I've got class followed by another shift down at the Cigar Shop. Next RP would most likely be Friday or Saturday. I second his request for leniency from the Judges on the time delay/lateness of our posts. Gratitude by the TONS. ========================================================================
"Well, well, well...aren't you a tall f*cker...you sure your first name isn't 'Scott'?"
(Cameron Cruise, dressed black slacks a black sports coat with a white undershirt, blue tie with matching Anarchy style shades. Standing in front of the "Dangle Brothers Bar & Grill" Restaurant, he tops off the ensemble with a "Million Dollar Smile".)
CRUISE: Now I know, Spike, you're having a hard time understanding the joke, not many get it, but essentially picture a seven-foot-tall, three-hundred-pound monster who can hit moonsaults and frogsplashes---wait a second...you see that every day in the mirror, don'cha??
(Cruise rubs his chin for a minute)
The height and weight part, I mean. After all, when's the last time anyone REALLY seen something like that happen?? My bad though, at least I can take such a man seriously this time, which is actually a welcome relief. However, since we're being honest about things Spike, allow me to fixate as to why I did what I did to Troy when I came out, and it's fairly quite simple.
Troy's entry into the Ultratitle Tournament was not only shocking to many people watching this event come to pass, but it was a direct INSULT to me.
Troy Douglas claims that he's one of the best in this business and at that point he was fooling not just that Gothic-Pinstriped-MORON and the OTHER over-sized-naive-linebacker in this tournament, but MILLIONS of other people watching.
Actually come to think of it, it fooled you too Spike, but not me, and I saw right through it, So I gave the entire world my own little preliminary firework display before the one planned outside here at the "Dangle Brothers Bar & Grill" for Independence Day, which believe me...is going to go BIG.
Now...about what I said a minute ago...you want to keep this on a professional level, and believe me when I tell you...I understand....except well...
You ARE over-sized, you DO look like an NFL linebacker...and yes...you ARE naive.
It doesn't bother man that you saw my victories as nonchalant against Ikan Jobtayoo and King Krusher, it I dropped the issue the second I left the ring the night I defeated them...but calling my dominance over Troy Douglas an..."Unlikely Conquest"??
I mean, I know you and I don't come from the same circles in this business...but I know you didn't come from under a ROCK, Spike. My "Unlikely Conquest", as you call it...was an example of showing the world just why it is that Troy Douglas in the squared circle, is my proverbial BITCH. The fact is, I told him that after I would send him back to the unemployment line where he came from, that I wouldn't be one to just shout it to the rooftops or spout off to whomever my next tournament opponent was just how much of a badass I am when it comes to facing off with Troy Douglas.
However, I never expected to come up against a tall drink of water like you either.
Seven feet tall, over three hundred pounds....ya know, even though you think I'm some kind of a KID...at almost thirty-six years old, in a career that spans at least fifteen years...it's quite possible that you're the biggest obstacle I've been given to date.
I've been all around the world, performed for Emperors and Prime Ministers, even the awesomeness that is Hugh Hefner in the Playboy Grotto....
It was during a sensitive time in my life, one I don't really feel like talking about but hey...one of these days...ah...who am I kidding??
How do I know you even rate to even HEAR such a story??
The fact is though, you're hitting the nail right on the head.
Sixteen of us left out of a hundred and twenty eight, and people are already assuming that this round is going to be just another easy victory. Easy like against Ikan Jobtayoo, conventional like against Krusher, and full of vengeance like against Troy. Apparently if I manage to beat you, I'm told my next round opponent possibly could be Joey Melton, my old tag team partner...and all-around annoyance slash migraine personified. He's sucked into the fact that people have told him that he's not only going to win this round...
...because he's Joey F'n Melton....he's destined to face off against against me in the following round and it's a "Kill or BE Killed", notion he wants me to have, that I'll either come up short, like Ethan Archer, Marcus Davis, Showtime and possibly Jeff Andrews...or I'll be the one that finally puts him into retirement for GOOD.
Now....that's all fine if you're HIGH...Boogie Smallz would have a field day with that sorta thing...but the fact is that I'm not worried about Joey Melton.
I'm focused on YOU AND ONLY YOU, Spike.
I honestly don't care what ESEN has to say about me, Spike, because of "Freedom of Speech" and "Freedom of the Press", this country has every reason so say what they will about me, and I use that as motivation.
Motivation to prove the ones that speak negatively wrong, and overcome those...well, "obstacles", if you will.
And you ARE an obstacle, Spike, this is a test that will finally provide those same people at ESEN and around the world reasons to believe that I can be taken seriously as a member of the "Elite Eight", that can win this competition. Not because I throw insults or "hark on other peoples skills" as you say...
I'm in the "Sweet Sixteen" Spike, because I'm good at what I do.
The reason you, myself and fourteen others are still in this tournament, or at least what I can say about myself.
As far as I'm concerned, Spike, to me you're like a proverbial oak tree at this point.
And it's time to cut you down.
It's not arrogance talking Spike, not ego or anticipation of any sort, this I can promise you.
But I'm going to do everything within my power to make sure your time in this tournament is over. It's not going to feel good, it might not even feel satisfying that you achieved the success you have so far on the whole....but it's a REALITY CHECK...and it's one that you just...won't like.
FADEIN: Once more the footage opened up to the empty arena where situated in the center was the formerly used NBW ring, surrounded by what had become most recently a makeshift gym. Weights and exercise equipment lined up and down the corridors, with mats laid out on the ground, and various weight training objects throughout that area.
Among all this was the man formerly known as The Executioner, and currently engaged in a set on the inclined bench press. The camera’s focus slowly shifted his direction and grew closer as it became apparent that the flip cam had returned.
Lexia: “Mike, I’m getting rather bored.”
Michael O’Dell stopped for a moment and set the weights in their place before he sat up and reached for his bottle of water and took a swig.
O’Dell: “Not my fault. You know as well as I do that we need to watch what we do. If Spike gets suspicious he will knock me out on my ass again.” He shook his head and looked directly at Lexia. “Thanks for that by the way.”
Lexia giggled and the view slightly shaked in her wake.
Lexia: “My pleasure babe. Speaking of, any idea when he will be back?”
Michael shrugged and shook his head.
O’Dell: “Honestly no clue. All I know is he had a family emergency to attend to. Which as you know is quite odd as there is not a lot of family around to matter.”
Lexia: "God it is hotter than a whore-house in here."
She sighed and then suddenly the view from the camera was gone, but shortly returned as she hurled her shirt forward.
The camera was tilted downwards to focus on the purple sneakers lined with lightning bolt embroidery and various skulls and flames sketched on. Lexia’s feet danced about for a moment before she kicked her legs out and turned the camera back to her. She smiled as she looked down at her bra and back at the camera and turned it towards Michael once more.
Lexia: “You know Cameron Cruise responded to Spike’s lonesome self-made video. We will forget for now about that horrible camera focus that was in place and the distance the camera was from him. After all he is the fighter, I am the director.” She giggled again off-camera. “Cruise did make a few points however. Like did you know Spike’s first name is Scott?”
Michael facepalmed and shook his head.
O’Dell: “That was a joke Lexi. But you are right. He mentioned seeing guys his size doing moonsaults and frogsplashes and god knows what else. Rather funny considering there was a day back in the WWR where he was doing just that. And that somm***** hurt like hell when you were on the receiving end.”
Lexia: “You know, as one of the few to have faced him in well over one hundred matches over the years, how do you feel Micheal, about his progress thus far in the tournament so far? Shocked at the outcome so far or just along for the ride maybe?”
O’Dell: “Satisfied, perhaps.” He rubbed his chin and stepped away from the incline bench press to a barbell which he then proceeded to get a firm grip on and hoist upwards onto his shoulders to start his set. “But you know… if I had not retired and faced him in that first round, he would be long gone from the tournament by now. Lucky old-man.”
Lexia: “Old! Hah. You are about his age dude. I know Cruise took it rather sourly that he was being called a Kid from the Colossus, but I think something everybody should realize about Spike is that quite frankly anybody younger than him is a child in his eyes. And with him just turning Forty-four that is pretty much everybody. Something that may be construed as a knock on their size or skill but really would you rather be called an old man or woman? I know I don’t.”
O’Dell shook his head and continued his repetition.
Lexia tilted the camera down to her lap where she had opened up the folder containing detailed information provided by ESEN on all one hundred and twenty eight competitors in the Ultratitle Tournament. Her focus was on the page with the words ‘Cameron Cruise’ at the top.
Lexia: “Mike, have you seen Cameron’s stats? Quite the impressive list of championships over his fifteen or so years.”
O’Dell: “Mostly tag team titles. Something that I am no stranger too and neither is Saunders. I did see he had been a former World Champion, which of course is a great accomplishment. I would go as far to even say that with his fifteen years thus far, that is a great assortment of success in his career. When he reaches the thirty plus years that guys like myself and his opponent have had fighting in the ring, that list should have doubled and numerous second and first tier championship titles added.”
Lexia: “Still… I can understand the big man being within the Sixteen at this point but does he really have that chance to the Elite Eight? We both know that those numbers are dwindling and pretty soon his focus is going to go toward his old friendenemy Jack Harmen.”
This time it was Michael O’Dells turn to chuckle while he set the weights back on the rack and took a seat on the bench.
O’Dell: “Oh god. Can you imagine those two finally facing off against each other in a real wrestling match after over TEN years? That right there would be a Reality Check, as well as a Cash cow. But even so, he still has to get through Cameron Cruise and the remaining competitors before that match can happen.”
Lexia: “Agreed. And at this point it is all about who has the better ability in the ring and who wants it the most and will excel. For over two decades nearly Spike’s been playing it up to the fans night in and night out. Always out there to entertain and put on a great show for our audiences. Greeting his opponents with the gentle touch. Never truly breaking into serious mode. This Ultratitle tournament has brought something out of him that even you can agree we thought we would never see again.
“The sleeping giant is wide awake. His path of domination has already racked up an impressive list of victories and will only continue to climb. And normally… well-“
She swung her legs up and rocked back slightly while trying to catch her thoughts. She then kicked forward and approached O’Dell’s location and plopped herself down on the bench next to him where he laid back to relax.
Lexia: “Well... I think we can agree that there has not been much normalcy at this point.”
O’Dell: “Right. His behavior after his match with Zero cements that point. After all-“
Mike and the camera shifted their attention ninety degrees to where the seven foot three Colossus stood with a duffel bag hanging off his shoulder. He raised his shades from the bridge of his nose and rested them atop his head before opening his arms since he saw as Lexia rushed across the room. This in turn caused the camera focus to become a rather disorienting view before she leaped into his arms for a hug.
Saunders: “Yeah missed you too Lexia.” He released her and let her drop to the ground gracefully. “Soooooo… What have you two been up to?” His gaze drifted from Lexia standing in her bra to Michael resting on the bench, shirtless and heavy in sweat.
O’Dell: “Nothing much. Just working off a good sweat with Lexia.” No sooner than those words had left his mouth he stumbled over his tongue to clarify but next thing he saw was a giant fist coming down at him. BOOM! Headshot!!
Lexia: “Awwww… you knocked him out cold. Again!” Lexia giggled while she waved her hand in front of Michael’s face and lightly tapped his cheeks. “I’m hungry.”
Saunders shrugged and looked over at Michael then back to her.
Saunders: “Alright wake him up while I go put my stuff in the locker. When I get back we will go out for Italian.”
He turned and walked off toward the exit while Lexia strutted over to O’Dell and straddled his waist. She turned the camera towards her face and smiled wickedly and then turned it back to O’Dell.
Moments later her hand rose in front of the camera with her red lipstick which she uncapped. She giggled and started to draw on his face before finally she set the camera on the bench and hit the end recording button.
"So here we are, Round Four...and you got kids...IMMATURE KIDS...doing the talking for you, Spike. I mean, you DO realize what the importance of this tournament means for the one who wins it, right??"
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise dressed in black slacks, a black polo shirt and black Anarchy-style shades, as he sits in the lobby of the Baltimore Airport, his bags sitting next to him.)
CRUISE: Now don't get me wrong, I don't wish ill will towards ANYONE when it comes to dealing with personal family business. Family is a high priority, and I understand the meaning of an emergency; anything can happen at any given time. However, competing in a tournament of this magnitude is not of the faint of heart, and at the end of the day, to win in this tournament you have to be COMPLETELY FOCUSED, and without distraction at ANY level. Now with that said, I DO NOT know just how close of a family emergency this was to you, and I won't ignore the fact that you'll probably use this as motivation when we meet in the squared circle.
But you can rest assured know that if there is any second of hesitation on your part to get through this match, I'm going to take advantage of that. Not only will I become the opponent you don't expect in a competition that ends your time here, but I'm going to become the reason that you might re-think your priorities in life; what's more important to you, Spike?? Wrestling or Family??
However I digress, the fact is that I cannot ignore what's been said, even if it's been spoken by people not in this match or competition; it's not in my nature and the fact is that at the very least I'm doing you a favor by addressing what people said behind your back.
I'm probably the one upstart left in this competition that has accomplished the wide range of victories that I have in my career, but I still tell the truth when it matters...and I'll leave the babysitting duties to you in the meantime.
Now, since I didn't clarify it before, what I said was that I never saw people at your height and weight doing Moonsaults and Frog Splashes and anything else that athletes at seven-foot and three-hundred-plus-pounds don't normally do every day.
Because it's uncommon, almost unheard of a man that size to pull off that kind of agile offense, I don't care where it's from. However, stranger things are possible I suppose, after all...you did let other people do your talking for you that act like what they say is supposed to have some kind of effect on me.
I don't care if you think I'm upset over the fact that I'm younger or that I'm some kind of a kid that's thirty-five years of age and spent all my adult life doing the one thing I love the most.
Joey Melton's already acting like Al Bundy in the sense that at almost fifty-plus years old, he's a SENIOR CITIZEN, ordering away for everything and everything free he can get his hands on, anything he can get by way of a coupon, and I don't mean the kind that girls receive that says "One Free Half-Hour of Joey Love".
Trust me from what I've heard in the past from his "Bedroom Partners", it's a more useful as emergency toilet paper than as viable uses of...ahem..."pillow talk". I know because I had to team with the guy for what seemed like forever.
(Cruise begins to pace)
I know what he's said too, I've heard the rumors...twenty-thousand dollars to the man that puts him out of the competition for the Ultratitle Championship. But the fact is that I'm the one man left in this competition that knows him better than anyone else save Eli Flair; Mellton doesn't have any money.
I'm not facing them or your buddies, Spike, I'm facing you.
I don't care if you think I'm a wet-behind-the-ears rookie...it's what I know I can DO that makes the difference. Believe me when I tell you, that age has NOTHING on experience.
Especially when it comes from guys like me and not your buddies.
King Krusher and Troy Douglas came out of what was practical retirement to try their hand at the Ultratitle tournament, and albeit it was short-lived, at least they gave it a shot. What's that say about you and your buddies??
They're better than the rest of us still competing in this, they're ABOVE competing in something like this, but not you??
If I hadn't known any better that might feel a little emasculating, but then again...that's for you to decide for yourself, not me.
But please...PLEASE turn your focus on Jack Harmen.
Facing a man like that isn't bound to happen unless it's in the Ultratitle Finals, and that's not something either one of us can afford to think about right now; like I said, never mind the rumors about who lies in waiting as the Round Five opponent, that plateau doesn't matter.
The only person I'm concerned with at this point in time is the only one that matters, and that's YOU, Spike.
I don't care what happened to Zero or what you did to Cobra, and you shouldn't either.
The time for getting serious about things is NOW, and I intend on making this a convincing victory, I have to if I'm going to be taken seriously.
And the only way people are going to start doing that, is if those people hear the word that only proverbial lumberjacks like me want to hear in the form of a REALITY CHECK, and it's one that you just...won't like...and in case you're curious about that word??
The footage came out quite grainy and way out of focus like an older model web cam would provide. Not that it really mattered though at this juncture. The voice was unmistakable and even through the blur you could still make out the one and only stature of the Colossus.
"Cameron, on behalf of myself and the fans I do apologize. I had every intention on giving you a response you deserved after I got home the other night. It was not until after our dinner that I found out what Lexia and Mike had done. And thanks to the wonders of the World Wide Web and 4G speeds, what they had recorded was already uploaded to ESEN and set for broadcasting. For that I apologize."
His mammoth hand reached out to the camera and adjusted it slightly to try and get more of himself into the frame and still be able to sit with his laptop on the desk in front of him.
"Unfortunately there is nothing I can do about it now. Lexia you see is a student of the arts and fancy herself a Director. I think you and I can agree that none of what has been filmed by her so far would even make something like the Cannes Festival. As for Michael. He is just sour that he could not come out of retirement even if he wanted to to take part in this match due to his bad knees. That is all.
But nonetheless Cameron, what is done is done. You are right though. For the remainder of this tournament we need to be completely focused-"
He once more reached towards the camera and adjusted it some more bringing his appearance a bit more clearer.
"Unlike this dang camera they left me with. Clearly I am not in focus but with our match, I am one hundred percent. My family emergency was something I had to take care of, and is now done with. As for anything those two said, do not take it to heart. My thoughts are different from theirs.
You do know that people my size would normally be trying to intimidate you over the camera or in person. Sizing you up and mocking your size in comparison. Even showing the Superior strength. The thing here is I do not work that way. I never have and never plan to. You and I have a lot more in common than you might think though Cameron. You even remind me of a younger version of myself. And I mean this in a respectful way.
You keep saying that you are a rookie or that I have referenced you as one, but that is not quite true. I do recognize your skill in the ring and outside. All those b-roll we have been provided to review for our matches. Even trekking through the archives of the organizations you have been with to get a better idea of what I am about to face in the ring.
I told Zero I would be coming at him full force, and I will say the same to you. But frankly it matters not what I say here and now. My actions in the ring speak better than my words. So while I do respect you and hope to have a great match-"
He reached forward and adjusted the web cam to focus more on his face.
"Well like Lexia and the others have said. I am normally a sleeping nice friendly giant. One in which you could walk on over and chop me down at my trunk like a lumberjack if you please. Normally... This tournament however has lit a fire under my ass, Mr. Cruise. My blood is on fire from the adrenaline pumping through my body. And in just a few days that fire will be expelled through my fist right into your temple."
He pushed back in his chair and grabbed the camera in the palm of his hand and raised it to eye level.
"You may be ready to call out loud: TIMBER!!! However when I walk through those curtains and down that ramp. I will step up on that apron and right over that top rope to walk up to you and stare down at your form... And then I will say Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum. Now will you be the little boy hero Jack, or will you be crushed in my palm like this fragile webca-"
Unfortunately no future adjustments would be able to fix the camera's now shattered form. Saunders let out a deep sigh.
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise sitting on a park bench, dressed in black slacks and a black sports coat with a blue undershirt and matching "Anarchy"-style shades. Cruise sits with his right foot resting on his left knee, his right arm resting on the park bench, the other one cradling a box of chocolates.)
CRUISE: In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I've had the career that only MILLIONS can wish for, I might've done things differently.
Something not many people know, is that fifteen years ago, I probably would've wanted to be a a bit TALLER.
Back then, some construed people under six feet tall to be TOO SHORT to succeed in this business, which was hard because in
my early training, I always knew I had the talent and ability to do what I do well in now, fifteen years later.
But if I couldn't, I'd wanted to be a "Baller".
I excelled back in school and College, Spike, not just in wrestling but in Basketball, it's true. My favorite player in the sport back then was Michael Jordan, even when he was retiring before Brett Favre made retiring cool.
However, I know it's hard to believe now-a-days, with the popularity I have now, the success that Jared Wells and I have with the "Dangle Brothers Bar & Grill" Restaurant, I wasn't exactly fighting girls off with a stick with getting a date or even a girlfriend, so looking good, having one would mean that I could CALL HER.
But things change, Spike. I got my big break in what would become the one thing I do best and I haven't looked back since.
You on the other hand, are pathetic.
The Ultratitle Tournament is the BIGGEST challenge in the business going, and while I told you that it's understandable that you had to leave for a family emergency, the fact that you allowed people that have absolutely no reason at all to appear on camera and speak for you when you SHOULD be responsible enough to do it yourself is downright APPALLING, even at forty-three years old.
You're not going to make a pen-pal out of me by playing the role of "Dennis Mitchell's Father" when your 'kids' come piling on through my neighborhood and ruining my "lawn". In fact, by trying to apologize for your failures and explain their faults and atrocious behaviors and hobbies only makes it WORSE.
You're not fooling me at all, Spike, not with this "Kill-me-with-kindness"-slash-"Gentle-Giant"-spiel, or anything else for that matter.
I don't give a damn what "Dyslexia" does for a living, she's not coming to ringside and shouldn't have any reason to be. As far as the other dingleberry??
I'm pretty sure he's got about as much reflection and inspiration on you as two-way mirror.
Who gives a **** if he's got bad knees and he's retired?? I told you, if he was willing enough to come out of Retirement and compete, he wouldn't have let you enter it yourself, would he??
Probably not, even if you ARE bigger than he is...health isn't exactly an issue, here.
Not to grind in your one-foot-taller, sixty-pound-heavier carcass anymore than I have to...but a perfect example of that supposedly waits for one of us in the next round, and he's had bad knees for what's probably going on twenty-years in his own right.
"Two-Plus-Two" still equals "four", Spike, which means you're not telling me anything anything I don't already know; Sixteen men remain in this competition, Spike, and clearly you're the BIGGER man among us remaining, no pun intended.
Moreover, you're over SEVEN-feet-tall and OVER three-hundred pounds, and being that you're the next person slated to stand across from me in that squared circle, you ARE my biggest obstacle yet, which means that you should be FURIOUS that such child-like antics be made behind your back.
(Cruise takes the top off the box of chocolates and smiles.)
And that brings forth to you a distraction, and again, no pun intended, a GIANT distraction it is.
I told you from the start that this is a competition that derives your complete-and-solitary focus and attention, otherwise you might as well take the easy way out and QUIT. I know the typical person your size would matters down a different road, but you see Spike, I don't have time for bullshit anymore, especially when it concerns the one trophy that ELEVATES YOU higher than anyone else in this business.
Of the sixteen men remaining in this tournament, I'm the ONE TRUE underdog LEFT, which means, if I win...I'm not only better than you, but I'm better than Dan Ryan, Troy Windham, Sean Stevens, Eli Flair and everyone else that was given an opportunity to shine.
I couldn't be more focused in my entire LIFE on taking you down, Spike, in fact at least as far as the Ultra title is concerned, everything else just sounds like pure GIBBERISH.
You wanna come at me with full force, Spike??
I TRIPLE-DOG-DARE-YOU, big man.
Anything less than that is only going to sound like an excuse, and I'll be damned if I'm going to have people pestering me with statements like "Do you know Spike Saunders wasn't trying??" or "Do you know Spike says he slipped and hit his head??"
You're a viable SEQUOIA TREE, Spike, so I know this isn't going to be as quick as it was when I beat Douglas, but that doesn't mean that I won't quit trying.
Ya know...it's funny, the simplest of cliches still holds true...that whole "Life is like a box of chocolates", kind of thing.
Everybody likes chocolate Spike, yourself included, and I like to think that that same scenario applies to the Ultratitle tournament; I didn't know that I'd be facing a GIANT in the Ultratitle tournament, hell, in all honesty, outside of defeating Troy Douglas...each time I win a match and advance...
(Cruise sets the chocolate aside on the bench)
I surprise MYSELF.
(Cruise reaches up instead behind him and pulls down an apple from a tree, shining it up.)
But what you REALLY need to know Spike, is that before this camera showed up, I did some digging. Literal DIGGING (Cruise points to a section located with plenty of sun.), behind this bench.
And I planted some beans, but they're not just any kind of beans Spike, they're MAGIC beans.
(Cruise looks up at the sky, taking a bite out of his apple.)
You've heard of 'em, they're the types that grow REALLY HIGH, but REALLY FAST, ya know, and once they're done, I'm going to climb up that proverbial beanstalk, and come back down with treasure.
But instead of Gold or silver or anything like that any other typical Giant would likely have...I'm going up there for something different.
But you'll know it better as "The Elite Eight", which when I'm through is going to be a REALITY CHECK...and it's going to be one you just...won't like.
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