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Taking; Johnny Amazing
Topic Started: May 21 2017, 05:41 PM (49 Views)
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Fade in on Johnny Amazing chuckling. The FIW Champion is leaning against a basic white wall and shaking his head as he has a good chuckle at something. It doesn't go on very long before his eyes rise up to the camera and any indication of humor is completely cut off.

"Are we still on about this?"

Johnny shakes his head, but there's no laughter this time.

"I mean, I understand why you want to blame your relationship problems on me, Eversol. I completely get it. You fucked up and you're not good at taking responsibility. It's cool. But also, it makes sense that I would be against you and Brittany being together. You know, on account of you being a miserable piece of garbage that no one should want to be around."

Sorry-not sorry shrug. Never has been more apt.

"Shockingly enough, I stayed out of the business between you two until she wasn't happy anymore. I stayed out of it until you and your pathetic band of twats got in over your heads and got her hurt. That was when I had no choice but to get involved. After all, you were too busy protecting someone else to get involved."

Just gotta dig that knife a little deeper. If Johnny didn't look so furious about what happened to Brittany, you'd almost think he'd have a twinkle in his eye over getting to twist that knife a little more.

"When it comes to me and my friends... you wouldn't have a clue what it means to have a real friend. Dream and I are good. I think it's pretty clear his little break had more to do with being sick and tired of seeing your face. I can relate. Seems like Brittany can too, eh?"

Twist twist that knife knife. Yeah-yeah-yeah yeah!

"As far as Mercedes is concerned... don't concern yourself with what she and I haven't done. Or what we may have done."

Wait... what? Johnny shrugs that off.

"You and I, Eversol... we've got our problems. Hell, we've had our problems but you're right. Until now, things between us have been at a distance. It's been your friends that have been a problem for me. Nathaniel has always been in my face. Kim has always wanted to knock me down a peg. Why? I'm not sure. I took away Darian's relevancy, so I get his hatred of me. Even Clay Krueger has had his turn at poking me. His was a little more direct, though. He just wanted my title. Nothing personal. Whatever. Dispatched, moving on."

Johnny takes a deep breath as he metaphorically cleanses himself of the Nathaniel Alexander and Clay Krueger history.

"But you, Eversol. You're different. You loathe me. Nathaniel is frustrated. Both sexually and professionally. But I only take credit for that second one."

He holds a hand up to assure everyone watching that he wants no part of that first one.

"Clay wants glory, as everyone else does in this business. Not going to fault him for doing what everyone else is getting paid to do."

Another shrug from Johnny. No issues with the Chainsaw, apparently.

"But you're the Crew member that actually loathes me. And why? Because you say that I've taken something from you? Nah, man."

Johnny shakes his head again, and this time it is once again accompanied with a laugh. It's not got much amusement behind it, but there's a laugh there.

"I didn't take a thing from you. You lost your Fighting Spirit Championship because you were too much of a self-absorbed prick to realize it was possible. You lost your girl because you can't prioritize between your side piece and your main piece. Is that the kind of good guy you're trying to steer Mercedes towards?"

The look on Johnny's face is a very apparent "come on, dude" expression followed by shaking his head at the hypocrisy from the number one contender.

"Here's the deal. Since I've been in this business I've had things taken away from me. The Fighting Spirit Championship was robbed from me long before it was robbed from me, if you get what I'm saying. Long before the Golden Age decided to have fun at my expense, I had already been the pickle in the middle with every one else having a crack at that title while I sat on the sidelines earning it and wondering why I hadn't had my turn yet. I had my tag team partner taken away from me by a pair of Nazis that actually make you look like a stand-up guy."

Nope. That's not a compliment on Eversol. It's emphasizing how screwed up 4R actually was and Johnny's face tells that story. It's all "Yeah! They were that bad."

"That's not even getting into the crap your Crew has tried to pull on me. The minute it looks like I might be International Champion, your boy Nathaniel can't get on my heels fast enough looking to take it from me. He failed, by the way. Even when he got so desperate he put his career on the line. But I'm not getting into that headache again."

Johnny rolls his eyes at how well it worked getting Nathaniel out of FIW.

"I don't even care if he has a career or not. I care about the fact that ever since I won the FIW Championship... first-ever FIW Champion, by the by! Ever since then, I've had the Crew nipping at my heels at every turn. I seem to recall you even threatening to break my leg just because you could. I recall you throwing your relationship with my sister in my face on more than one occasion to try and dig under my skin. I even recall you dangling that Grand Prix Championship in my face, one time even putting it IN my face to try and help Nathaniel steal the title from me."

Every reminder of every stunt the Crew pulled on him only intensifies the anger boiling up in Johnny.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Eversol, but I won't fuck off."

Johnny does the actual air quotes to Eversol's vulgarity. Maybe he wants to make sure FIW higher-ups don't take that as him just wanting to swear for the heck of it.

"In fact, I'm gonna do the opposite. I will be at Anarchy in the UK and after everything that you and your Crew has tried to do to me in the past, I'd suggest you be very careful. Because it's time I really take something from you. And that's your dream of ever becoming the FIW Champion. Just like I did to the boss Clay Krueger. Just like I did to Darian Gray. And just like I did to Nathaniel."

Time to take a short break from twisting that knife in Eversol and give the one in Nathaniel a little twirl.

"You may still have that Grand Prix title hanging over your shoulder. You may still have a match at any time of your choosing, despite the fact your little side piece got you this opportunity. Wait, is she your main piece now?"

Ah. That familiar knife gets yet another twist.

"Nevermind. The point is, you may still have that. But I'm not concerned. Because come Anarchy in the UK, I'm gonna do what I do. And that's defend my title. Keep it out of the hands of the Crew. And be Ah-ma-Zing~! all at the same time! And if you wanna waste your Grand Prix opportunity following that... well, I'll have no problem doing it twice in the same night."

Johnny holds up two fingers to better show Eversol how many times he's capable of be Amazing in one night. Ding~! He adds a blinding white smile to close us out on that note.
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And fade back in on Stephen J. Eversol. He's obviously not too impressed with what the FIW Champion had to say to him. Pretty stripped down setting for this one too. Eversol is standing against the FIW backdrop, after having arrived at the arena for this weekend's "Anarchy In the U.K." He paces back and forth in front of the backdrop, chuckling to himself.

"Are we still on about this?"

Eversol stops and faces the camera. He chuckles again, rubbing his chin in the process.

"Yes, we're still "on" about this. That's what people tend to feel when they've lost something that means something to them. I'm sorry I obviously care more about Brittany than you do, Johnny."

It would be funny if Eversol wasn't kind of serious.

"I'm sorry that it still pisses me off the way that it ended. But you know what?"

Eversol holds his hands up in surrender.

"I'm done and I'm fucking tired. Tired of going back and forth with you on this. You obviously will never see it my way. You're just too hard-headed and arrogant to see anything other than your own way, Johnny."

Some might say this is an instance of the pot calling the kettle black, considering Eversol's pension for arrogance and manipulation.

"It's part of why I just. Fucking. Loathe you, Johnny."

Again, the surrender hands from the GPC.

"Your words, not mine."

Eversol leans against the backdrop, it's pretty strong then with all these big wrestlers being able to topple a weaker structure over like it's nothing.

"It's your bullshit "good guy" image that I loathe, Johnny. You try to act like you're so much better than The Crew and so much better than anyone that runs with us. Why? Cause we take shortcuts and maybe do things that are a little dirty to get what we want? This is 2017, Johnny and in case you haven't paid attention the world is a dirty place. People are shitty and even the biggest boy scouts take shortcuts every now and then. Look, I'll spare you the details but you understand me. This isn't the 1950s and you are just as bit as arrogant as I'm constantly accused of. I mean where's your girlfriend, Johnny? Or are you too busy being obsessed with being champ to find one?"

Eversol rubs his hands together in the sleaziest way possible.

"Or do you just not have any balls? Hmmm? Is that it?"

Eversol lets the question hang in the air for a moment.

"Is that why you go just on and on about how I "almost broke your leg?"

Eversol mocks Johnny by "fake crying."

"I mean, don't get me wrong. I love your sister, but if I hear about that stupid incident one more time, I swear..."

Eversol clenches his jaw and his fists.

"I didn't even break your fucking leg, you soft little bitch! Geez, Johnny! For a guy that takes so much pride in having thick skin, you sure love to just bitch about something that--no, scratch that! Something that didn't happen months ago! You're still walking around, you're still able to wrestle. I mean I actually lost something and yes--I bitch about it a lot cause it was one of the worst times in my life to watch someone I care about start to walk away. But you, Johnny? Nothing even happened to you."

Eversol shakes his head at the camera, dumbfounded.

"And you wonder why I call you a soft, little bitch?"

Eversol chuckles again, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, Johnny. The Crew won't be around. So you don't get to use them as an excuse anymore. It'll just be you and me in that ring. No one else will be there to do anything to you. You leave your friends out of this and I'll leave mine out of this. Because when I finally beat you and take your title and your nothing but that failure you've always been, I don't want to hear anymore excuses. You won't have Kim to blame, you won't have Nathaniel or Clay or Rob or Darian or even Caleb. The only person you will have to blame is you, Johnny Blank. Nothing Amazing about that."

Eversol leans against the backdrop, stone-faced as we begin to fade.
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Fade in on a close-up of Johnny Amazing's face. The champion has his head down and it looks like his eyes are closed.

"No!"

He raises his head and stares into the camera. His eyes are burning with passion.

"I have faith!"

With a growl, he barks into the camera with the same amount of passion burning in his eyes.

"I have faith in this world and everyone who tries to protect it!"

Even as the camera starts panning out, Johnny's face cracks with a smile and he loses his attempt to be overly dramatic. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"Heh. References. But seriously, Steve. You're sounding a bit like an anime villain with all that 'the world is dirty' crap! Or maybe you just sound like an anime villain to me because I'd rather watch cartoons than gangsta films or whatever it is you watch."

Johnny shrugs his shoulders. One of which happens be holding his FIW Championship.

"Oh! That reminds me."

He picks up a crown from off-camera, dusts it off, and then sets it atop his head with a smile.

"Now that the champ is ready to address his challenger..."

With an over-exaggerated swagger, Johnny smirks and polishes off his title belt.

"No. We're not still on about this, Eversol. The bottom line is that I won't ever see it your way because your way is your usual self-deluded nonsense that you spew all the time. You think that I'm hard-headed and arrogant? Jesus Christ, you should know since it takes one to know one and you and yours are the cover of the flippin' book!"

Johnny huffs his annoyance with the whole situation, shaking his head.

"For the last time. I. Did Not. Take. Brittany. Away from you. Goddamn, man! If I had the power to control her, do you think she would have ever been with you in the first place? Do you think it would have taken months after I found out about it? Are you that dense? Or are you just so desperate to shift the blame off yourself that you'll come up with any excuse to blame me?"

He's already shaking his head long before he even finishes the question.

"Nah, man. I don't care. I don't care what you think I did. I don't care what you think of me. I don't care what you think you're gonna do. Because at the end of the day, you and yours have made a lot of promises at my expense. And ain't a damn one of them been seen through."

Reaching up, he plucks the crown off his head and gives it a look over.

"You gotta problem with the crown? Because you win't got a problem with your boy calling himself a King. Or your girl calling herself a Queen. Classy. Typical."

He tosses the crown aside.

"The crown's gone. What else you got a problem with? Oh. You want props for not breaking my leg? Like it's some great gesture you made after threatening to do it! Normal people don't go around threatening to break people's legs, much less someone have to be grateful that they did see it through!"

The aggravation has reached a boiling point in the champ and he has to take a moment to breathe his way back down to neutral.

"Oh, and FYI, you told me that you loathe me. Your words. Not mine. I don't know where that came from."

Johnny shrugs his shoulders, confused for a long moment after before deciding it doesn't matter.

"Anyway! I like your offer. It hits the ear nicely."

A few taps of the ear to emphasize his point.

"None of my friends out there, none of your friends out there. It sounds good. It sounds fair. Which is exactly why I don't trust it. I don't trust one word that comes out of your mouth, Stephen Eversol. Because the Crew doesn't play fair. You told me that. Remember? The world is dirty and it's 2017 so we all need to get dirty! And on top of that, I've played this game once. It's sort of how I lost my Fighting Spirit Championship! So... nah. No thanks. Ima pass! And I'm gonna hope that my friends will have my back when your friends come out there to have yours. And yeah, I said it."

Johnny nods along a few times while taking in and letting out a heavy breath.

"I said that I hope my friends have my back. It's no secret that I'm not tight with anyone the way you are. You and Nathaniel have known each other forever. You and Kim are like this."

His fingers are crossed and he shows them to the camera.

"I don't think he and Kim are, but... hm..."

Gotta get that dig in there. He even looks at his crossed fingers from a couple angles to try and decide. Ultimately, he shrugs it off and lowers his hand.

"You call Clay Krueger the boss. Caleb is... hell if I know what's going on there. But then Rob Garcia will do anything to be accepted by the Crew. So, yeah. I get it. You've got low friends in high places. Meanwhile I've got... the Dream. Helluva guy. One of the best people I know, but I get it. We're not best friends. His best friend is Joe Stanton and as much as he and I are on friendly terms... I don't know that we're really friends. I also don't really know where he falls in this whole FIW vs. Crew saga that seems to be never-ending. So..."

A shrug from Johnny leaves us unclear of what he's actually saying about Joe Stanton. Does he trust him or not?

"Zombie Black is... kind of my friend. I think we're friends. But... well, he's the son of a bitch that cost me my Fighting Spirit title. That was a long time ago, but that's the thing with Zombie. I never really know if I should be trusting him or not."

He shrugs again. That one is less ambiguous, obviously.

"But at the end of the day, I'm ready. I'm ready for you, I'm ready for your Crew. I'm not playing into your little game where we pretend that it's going to be a fair playing field. It never is with you. I would never expect it to be from you. And that's perfectly fine, because at least I know what to expect. I know to go in there with my head on a swivel, and I'll be honest with you. My head has been on a swivel for a long time, Eversol. This won't be anything new for me."

Johnny pulls the FIW title belt off his shoulder and looks down at the golden plate reflecting him back at himself.

"You're right that this title means everything to me. This title is everything for me. I don't have a girlfriend because I'm the champion. Or I don't flaunt my girlfriend because all it does is make her a target."

Damn you. You know that look Johnny is giving the camera right now. Eversol knows that look Johnny is giving the camera right now. It's the most douchebaggery thing Johnny could do right now and he's doing it!

"At the end of the day, this is what it's about. You know it. I know it. You wanna get paid because money makes you feel important. I want to be the best because that's what I sacrificed my life for. I didn't give up time with my family. I didn't watch people I care about get hurt. I didn't spend most of my time completely alone just because I wanted to stand in the middle of a wrestling ring. No. I endured all of that so I that I could standing in the middle of a spotlight in that wrestling ring and be recognized as the best. And that's what I am, Eversol. That's what you don't realize. But you're gonna realize it. You're gonna realize..."

He brings the title up just enough to show it off Eversol and take a step closer to the camera.

"You're going to realize that I am... Ah... Ma... Zing~!"

No dazzling white smile. Not even a confident smirk. Johnny's face is dead serious as he stares into the camera well into the fade out.
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Fade in on Stephen J. Eversol with the Grand Prix title draped over his shoulder. He swings in a hammock. Yup, that's right. Probably got it from The Hammock District. It looks super sturdy to hold up Eversol's large from, luckily.

"Fine. I knew that you wouldn't take my offer. You're a stupid fucking moron for not taking it, but it's not a total shock. I was completely on the up and up but what are you gonna do?"

Eversol shrugs the notion off entirely.

"No, really Johnny? What are you gonna do? You talk about all of those idiots like they're just going to drop everything in the world to help the "all-important" Johnny Amazing. Why? Just because it's you? Because you have that strap on your shoulder? Because you think you're good-looking? I mean, you have the fucking balls to say that you're not arrogant and you're this "good" guy but you don't even have real friends, douche canoe!"

I guess you need to be an actual douche bag to have great friends.

"What have you ever done for them? Huh? Go ahead, I'll wait."

Eversol folds his arms as if he's really waiting for Johnny to respond.

"You want your "friends" to be there for you but yet I never see you do anything for them. I mean at least in The Crew we have a bit of a hierachy and are fucking open about it. But you pretend to be this great guy and expect the entire world to just drop everything and be all about him. You said it yourself, Dream is Stanton's friend. He just kinda hangs around you when Joe is busy having real fun. It's kind of sad, really."

Eversol mockingly pouts and then replaces that with a cheese-eating grin.

"Zombie Black?"

Eversol begins laughing to himself.

"Johnny, c'mon. You're going to rely on your "friends" to rescue you instead of accepting my offer? Your friends are a spicy loser and a gothic loser. It's like you're the counselor for the Special Olympics."

Eversol must think he's funny. Holding his sides and tring to stifle laughter.

"Where's Caleb?"

Eversol mockingly covers his mouth.

"Ooh! That's right, he got tied of being a nobody and joined us. I'm so sorry. Well, where's Harley?"

Again he mockinhly covers his mouth.

"Ooh! That's right, he got obsessed with getting laid instead of wrestling and high-tailed it out of here."

Eversol taps his chin with his index finger.

"What about Mercedes?"

Again the dramatic mouth cover from the GP champion.

"Ooh! That's right, she forgot all about you. That just seems to happen to you a lot huh, champ?"

Again he taps his chin with his index finger then shrugs the whole thing off.

"Y'see, your putting all of your eggs in a really lame ass basket. Your leaving your FIW title in the hands of Zombie Black and Dream?"

Eversol nods approvingly. He even rubs his hands together as if he's about to eat a delicious Thanksgiving dinner.

"I have my man, Rob. Yeah, he's a little overzealous at times but he's a good guy and has shown how loyal he is to us. Not to mention he went and brought that Rising title to The Crew, like we knew he would."

Eversol holds up two fingers.

"Then of course we got, Clay. Clay is the backbone and the one that holds this thing together. He's like the head coach while Kim is our QB. Or maybe he's the GM and Kim is the head coach. Yeah, I like that one. Clay actually is a master at scouting talent, so GM is a perfect title for the boss. And yes, he's been a great friend to me."

That wasn't always the case, of course. Eversol holds up 3 fingers.

"We've got Big D. A former Dual Crown Champion and a man I'm proud to call a friend. He's also an inspiration and a hell of an artist. I can definitely count on him too."

Eversol holds up 4 fingers.

"Little C, Caleb Claudel. Don't know the guy that well, but I trust Clay. I trust my GM and I trust that he's sick and tired of your bullshit enough that he's not going to help you."

Eversol holds up 5 fingers.

"Of course, Nasty Nate. No explanation needed there."

Eversol now uses both hands to hold up 6 fingers.

"Last but not least, the lovely Kim Coulter. The greatest manager of all time. She molded me into the man you see today."

I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere.

"I'm sick and tired of the jokes, Johnny. I'm not Kim's boyfriend and she's not my side piece. Kim and I are very close. But not in that way. So you can cut that shit out."

Eversol shakes his head in disgust at the camera.

"Anyway, that's 6 different people I can count on. So that's 7 people versus the 3 of you. You wanna play the numbers game then fine. Don't try and tell me that I didn't try and make this fair, but you said no. You wanted it dirty. So if that's how you want it then that's okay with me."

Eversol looks down at the GP sitting on his shoulder.

"If you like it dirty then I'm gonna raw-dog that ass, Johnny."

Eversol winks into the camera and blows a kiss as we fade.
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