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Nervous?; Who? Sam? Nah...
Topic Started: Apr 8 2005, 07:34 AM (39 Views)
Tiff
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Sam: This place feels oddly familiar…

The scene fades in on some stones, then pans one way and shows bright fabrics, then another way to show an old suit of armor and finally rests on Sam and Tier. They are in a castle, in case you had not figured that out yet, probably taking a tour, though there are not any other people around…so perhaps they decided to wonder off or got like, special benefits or something.

Tier: Have you been here before?

Sam places one of her hands on a stone and seems to be thinking about something, a few seconds pass and she pulls her hand back.

Sam: It’s hard to tell. So many people have come and gone through here that it’s hard for me to even pick myself out of all the energies that the stones still hold.

Tier nods and pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against, he’s still wearing his windbreaker, ‘cuz, well it’s cold in England.

Tier: Everything here is certainly very different but you’re right, it’s familiar, even to me.

Sam: I’m not sure I really like it. I cant walk down a sidewalk here and not feel like I’m flashing back to something else, seeing things that aren’t really there. I’ll be glad to get back to the states.

Tier nods.

Tier: It’s and acquired taste.

Sam: Do you like it here better than the states?

Tier: Nothing’s the same as Texas.

Tier shrugs, Sam smiles and wanders a bit down the hall, she stops at an old painting of Henry V.

Sam: Wow, he was not an attractive man.

Tier: It’s all the inbreeding.

Sam laughs.

Sam: Probably.

Tier: So, your match…

Sam: What about it?

Tier: You’re nervous.

Sam sighs, and for a second it seems like she’s going to make a joke…then thinks again.

Sam: What makes you say that?

Tier: The way you acted in the room the other night, the way you acted with Bill the other day.

Sam: I couldn’t sleep when I came to see you, Bill will probably testify to the fact that I don’t always say the most intelligent things when I’m tired. And um….Waldens’ had a good sale?

Tier: Okay, I have a question.

Sam nods.

Tier: Are we going to waste time by sitting here and lying to me or are we going to get down to the meat of this problem so you can be mentally prepared for this match.

Sam: I wasn’t so much lying as avoiding the question. Waldens’ did have a good sale, and I do say stupid things when I’m tired.

Sam shakes her head.

Sam: I am nervous, Samael is good, he wouldn’t already be wrestling me for the title if he wasn’t good.

Tier: * chuckles * Well, I wouldn’t say that.

Sam: You don’t think he’s good?

Tier: Samael has his talents. I’m sure that he could beat you, but just because he’s talented doesn’t necessarily mean that he deserves your title. That reminds me, the title is what you make of it.

Sam nods.

Sam: I don’t see how the Openweight could be anything more than what it is. All it means is that I beat Barry Shaw, who was only marginally better than the other dim wits and no talents in this division when I came here.

Tier: I never said it was the most prestigious title, but it’s still a title, and a title you earned no less.

Sam shrugs and sighs.

Sam: I did earn it…I think that’s the only reason I don’t want Samael to have it.

Tier: Exactly, you’ve brought prestige to a title that before was only held by the pathetic and the weak.

Sam: And when I lose it…it goes back to where it started. This is also the first time in my life when I’ve earned something, fought my way to get something…and it just so happens that this is something I cant keep forever. Not that I’d want to keep that damn thing forever…it’s freaking ugly….but you get my point.

Tier nods.

Tier: Then you understand.

Sam: Yeah…I do.

Tier nods again.

Tier: You must also remember that if you do lose your title it will only be because it’s time for you to move on. Just look at it as an opportunity to inspire greatness else ware. Samael has to try harder than he usually would in order to defeat you, and because of this the best of the worst ends up being more.

Sam nods.

Sam: There’s the other thing that’s got me down. I do fine where I’m at now, but above me are people like Lobo, who can beat Bill, and Swytch…who’s just…kinda scary…people I don’t think I can beat and I really hate losing.

Tier: Lobo never beat Bill, and you know you can suffer through poor competition your entire career or you can move up and work harder.

Sam: I’m all for working harder…I don’t like easy wins, but just like when I was worried about coming here, I’m a bit nervous about moving up.

Tier shrugs.

Tier: That’s life.

Sam: Yeah.

Tier: Have you been training while I’ve been gone?

Sam: Yep, the only time I’ve really deviated from my training schedule was right after I got that concussion.

Tier nods.

Tier: Good, then you should win this Sunday.

Sam: I sure hope so.

Tier: We should probably be getting back.

Sam nods and the scene fades.
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