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| Wigumoto | Apr 6 2005, 06:35 PM Post #1 |
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Our scene opens not far from the Millennium Dome, on the unused, desolate wasteland that may one day become the Olympic Village, though it’s far from living up to it’s potential as it is. It’s nothing more then a vacant plot of land, covered in patchy grass intertwined with exposed earth, turned into mud by the overnight rains that often plaque this tiny island nation. Upon this desolate lot we find one third of TNT’s number one contenders match for the illustrious Dual Crown, the sparkling gem in the sceptre of Tuesday Night Throwdown, if not FIW itself. Native Brit, Chris Maclay stalks these moors, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket to protect himself from the bitingly cold winds that blow across the heath. He spots the camera as he walks, acknowledging it with a glance before beginning his diatribe. Maclay: Kennedy and Carlos. Carlos and Kennedy. Seems all I’ve heard for the last few months has been those two names. Every match, every stipulation, every time I turn a corner backstage and run into that mentally deficient chimp they hired as an interviewer, all I hear is Kennedy and Carlos. It’s wearing thin. Frustration begins to surface, though he manages to keep it at bay for the time being as he continues with his monologueing. Maclay: Even when I beat them they still turn up for more, weaselling their way into matches that don’t concern them, looking for vengeance, distracting me. And that’s where they’ve really succeeded, in the distraction. I’m not talking about individual matches here, I’m talking about the whole. I’m talking about what’s really important in this business, this fed, this brand. Everybody wants it, few have ever had the privilege to hold it. The Dual Crown. It’s been far too long since I’ve wrapped those belts around my waist, far too long. His voice almost trails off, as if he’s trying to remember the last time he held those prestigious belts. He shakes off the trip down memory lane and returns to the present. Maclay: Kennedy and Carlos, among others, have served to distract me from what’s rightfully mine. Dragging me into lover’s quarrels and petty feuds when I should be ripping into Jim O’Brien, weaving his head into the canvas and taking back my belts. Well no longer. No longer will they get in my way, I won’t let them. They can say what they want, and I’m sure they will, talk all the smack they feel the need to, but they won’t derail me. Not this time. A intense sense of purpose rises up within the breast of Maclay, his tone of voice building into a proud symphony of focused determination as he trudges through the mire. Maclay: Here, in my home country, on England’s green and pleasant land I will take the penultimate step on the ladder back to the top. I will climb over Kennedy and The Hype and I will leave them aching and twitching below me, and then I will FINALLY step into that ring across from O’Brien, and I will reclaim what was taken from me so long ago. He comes to stop and turns to stare down into the lens of the camera, his eyes a blaze of fiery passion as he directs his words to his long time opponents. Maclay: Kennedy, Carlos, too long have you plagued me, held me back, gotten in my way. It’s over. This is the end of our little journey together, and I’m afraid your stop is coming up, this is where you get off. Next stop? Chris Maclay versus Jim O’Brien, Dual Crown Championship. End of the line. And with those prophetic words ringing in our heads, Maclay turns and heads off across the dishevelled wasteland, moving further and further away from us, but closer and closer to the Millennium Dome, and the Dual Crown Championship. |
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