Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Apr 26, 2007 17:20:19 GMT -5
A stretch limo pulls into the low class shopping center. The midday sun is blocked by a few white clouds, and so the day remains cool. The limo pulls up near a bus stop. The bus stop is populated by a 450 pound overweight woman, a teenage $$$$$, and an eighty year old black man dressed like Bill Cosby.
The limo slows, and the window rolls down, revealing the face of Thunder. Thunder looks at the group of miscreants, and rolls his eyes.
Thunder: This has got to stop. Every time Kurt has me meet him somewhere, I see this, garbage.
Driver: Well Mr. Thunder, why do you keep coming.
Thunder: I ask myself that every time.
Thunder exits the vehicle, walking past the dredges of humanity that litter the side of the road. He sees the gym “Sky High”. It was a rundown dilapidated building at the edge of the shopping center. He approached the building, viewing the double doors
dirty and dingy, covered in finger and handprints. Christ, no one has washed these things for at least a month. He opens the doors, and steps through, into the dark poorly lit gym. Immediately, he sees what he is looking for, Kurt Burton, rhythmically slamming his fists into a punching bag. Thunder approaches him, walking past the tattooed rednecks and parolees.
Kurt looses focus, on his bag, and walks away. Jimi, his personal trainer rolls his eyes. Kurt walks up to Thunder.
Kurt: Hey, look who it is, the great and mighty Thunder. Man, I am so glad that you could finally grace us with your presence. And what, you're only like forty-five minutes late.
The hostility resonates from Kurt Burton. It would take a fool to miss the sarcasm dripping from his statement.
Thunder: I am sorry. You know how my driver is.
Kurt: Ash yes, it's the driver's fault. Always the driver's fault, if this guy is so God awful, why don't you just fire him.
Thunder: Why the hostility?
Kurt: Hmm... I don't know. Maybe because Mister I Injured My Leg left me to get my ass kicked by two house show clowns, while he was supposed to be recovering.
Thunder: I landed the move wrong, what more can I say?
Kurt: So then why, just a little later, did you come running out in one of the lamest displays I have ever seen. Attacking Yukio during his match with Shadow. Yeah, that was smart, ya think he wasn't expecting that?
Thunder: What is your deal?
Kurt: My Deal! What is your deal? Where was your head last week? Where is your commitment? You wuss out on a match, you show up late for this training session, I'm beginning to doubt your commitment rich boy. I have been doing nothing, but pouring myself into this team. I have poured 100% of my heart, my soul, my time, to gain us these titles, and I don't want you to piss it away on me.
Thunder listens to everything Kurt has to say, the fire rises in his eyes after each insult, his hands shake a little bit with rage.
Thunder: Burton, the only thing you pour one hundred percent of is a jack Daniels bottle. You question my commitment, let's talk about yours. When was the last time you hit that ring clear eyed? And were you hung over from the night before, I'd be willing to bet. In our match against Blaze and Sanchez, who stood there in a drunken stupor and let me get pinned.
Kurt: Look here you little son of a bitch, I may have my fun, but when I hit that ring, I'm all business, baby. Wayne and I have had the hardest schedules of anyone here in this fed, including your little whiny ass. So why don't you take a moment, flip the script, and look at your own in ring performance. How would you fair against Shadow? Hell, you couldn't even handle Blaze.
Thunder: Yeah, and you have the greatest record against him. Wasn't it you and Manny who got your asses handed to them on a silver platter by Blaze?
Kurt: A different time and a different Burton. I have been dying to get my hands on that pathetic son of a bitch. Do you know what I'm called in the back?
Thunder: The Career Killer.
Kurt: Damn straight, and you know why? Because ever since I stepped foot in a WFWF arena, I have ensured half of my opponents don't come back. I take people out. I maim, I injure. And so you better think twice about talking **** to me about Blaze. The only thing I have to worry about with Blaze is you.
Burton pokes his finger into Thunder's chest. Thunder responds by slapping away Burton's hand. They two of them get nose to nose, tempers and egos flaring each one waiting for the first move. Suddenly, a hand pushes the two men apart, and Jimi steps between the pair.
Jimi: OK, testosterone levels have gone through the roof. You guys want to get irritated, then use that energy, don't waste it. Kurt, I want you to practice the combo I taught you.
Kurt looks like he is about to protest, but Jimi shoots him a look. Why bother, he always wins, Kurt thinks.
Jimi: And as for you rich boy, it's time to work on your mobility. Please, walk this way.
Jimi signals for Thunder, who walks closely behind heading towards the opposite end of the gym.
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Kurt turns, and walks over to the huge punching bag he had encountered a mere week beforehand. He low punched it, and then did a snap jab, following it with roundhouse. The dull thud of his strikes was barely audible, as the bag responded with light movement. He repeated this combo, again and again.
This is so
ing lame. I’m not a martial artist. I’m a wrestler. I bend bodies and I break bones. I don’t do these silly little strikes. This is not who I am.
His motions become quicker, harder, sloppier. The thud grows in volume every time he slams his fist into it. His kicks are now rocking the bag side to side with tremendous force. The chain holding the bag squeaks as he pounds it.
I hate this crap. I should have never listened to Kat. This is a waste of my time.
You’re a waste of space.
He kicks the bag, hard, loosing his balance as his foot collides. He falls to the floor with a grunt, the bag following closely behind him. He lays motionless, only for a moment. Slowly rising to his feet, he shakes the dust off of himself and looks around the gym. All eyes were on him. The sole of his boot squeaked against the concrete, clearly audible within the now silent gym.
Kurt walked to the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom, the arid smell of the room slapped him in the face. Quickly, he found the sink, and turned the rusted knob for cold. The water sprayed out a little from the side, and he cupped his hands under the water, splashing it onto his face. He caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.
You’re pathetic. All you ever do is bitch and moan and groan. You always complain about people screwing you over, but when are you going to take responsibility for yourself. You blame Manny C for your first loss to Yukio, but you were there too, and you couldn’t get the job done. You made accusations against Reverend Shadow that he bribed an official, yet the whole world saw you tap. And you got your ass kicked by two losers that can’t even make it to FDS. So if they’re losers, what does that make you? Admit it Burton, you are just as much a problem here as Thunder, and if you don’t get your **** together against Yukio, you will lose.
A primal howl escapes Burton, and he kicks a garbage can into the wall. Paper towels fly out, as Kurt punches the paper towel dispenser repeatedly. Sobs come from him, as the metal sheen of the dispenser shows his fractured image. He notices the tears streaming down his face.
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As Thunder walks with Jimi, he tries to calm himself down from the confrontation he just had with Kurt. How did that even start, he thought to himself, trying to pieces together the words and actions from a few moments ago. They certainly had never gotten along perfectly, their personalities were simply too different for that, but they had never snapped at each other like that. Maybe it was a build up of all of their problems in the past, which were little by themselves but when put together brought on a confrontation that could break apart a team that had dominated the WFWF for so long. That can’t happen: I won’t let it, No matter what happened just now, we still can, no we have to work together to beat Yukio, Thunder thought to himself as him and Jimi reach the ring that they were going to work out in. Jimi must have been calling Thunder, because when Thunder fully turns his attention to the training and not Kurt, Jimi appears to already have been speaking.
Jimi: Hey! Are you even listening to me?
Thunder now sees that Jimi is frustrated. Dealing with the two of us must be difficult, he thinks.
Thunder: Sorry. What were you saying?
Jimi: We’re here to work on your speed and mobility. It’s important in this match that you will be prepared for anything Yukio throws at you. With so much on the line, he’ll be coming at you from all angles. I’m going to prepare you for that. Step into the ring now. Your first goal is to not only block my offense, but counter it as well. Are you ready?
Thunder: Yeah.
Jimi: Then get in the ring and we’ll start.
The two men enter the ring. Jimi catches Thunder off guard with two kicks to the ribs. He attempts another, but Thunder catches his leg. He spins Jimi around and attempts a lariat, but Jimi ducks and hits him with an elbow to the head.
Jimi: Not quick enough. You’re going to have to do better if you want to defeat Yukio.
Thunder: Is all of this really necessary? Kurt and I should be handling Yukio just fine.
Jimi: If you don’t think training for you match is “necessary”, then you might as well just walk out of here and sit back in your mansion counting all your money. But if you want to ensure victory then you’ll stay here and train. Do you need me to remind you of your track record against Yukio? Face facts, he’s had your number. And he will once again if you don’t put in the effort. Don’t you see that this is one of the reasons Kurt was angry at you? You can talk about how great you are all you want, but the truth is you aren’t doing all you can. Kurt wants a hundred percent from you in this match, and that’s what you’ll need if you want any chance at beating Yukio. Don’t go out there and half-ass the preparation of the match. Maybe if you did that all the time Kurt would have a little more faith in you. You understand me?
Jimi’s words have a profound affect on Thunder. When Kurt was insulting, all the things he had been saying about Thunder’s effort seemed ridiculous, but now hearing them from Jimi made him realize Kurt was right all along. For far too long, he thinks, I’ve been heading to the ring with no real preparation. I’ve believed that I’m already the best there is and that no one can stop me. That’s not true, and I will find that out soon if I don’t take training seriously. Yukio will take those Tag Titles away no problem if I don’t give my all. The odds may be against him, but that sure as hell won’t mean a thing one of us doesn’t put in the effort.
As he thinks all these things, Thunder nods to Jimi in agreement.
Jimi: Good. Let’s continue.
Jimi and Thunder lock up, and Jimi takes control by backing Thunder into the corner. He then attempts to hit him with a forearm, but Thunder ducks and slips out behind Jimi. By the time Jimi is turned around, Thunder rams a shoulder into his stomach.
Jimi: Much better. Now let’s try—
Jimi stops speaking once he sees Kurt exiting the bathroom and walking to the room. This also grabs Thunder’s attention because of how different Kurt currently looks. He is walking at almost a sluggish pace, his head staying down the entire time he is walking. But once he reaches the ring and looks up at them, Thunder and Jimi are both struck by Kurt’s bloodshot eyes. Could he have been crying, Thunder asks himself?
Kurt: Thunder, after having some time alone I realize that I was really out of line with the things I said to you. I should have never jumped down your throat like that. The last thing we need before Forever Unscarred is for us to be ready to turn on each other. You have the talent and skill to help us win the match. What I said wasn’t the right way to motivate you and I apologize for it.
Thunder: Thanks Kurt, but you don’t need to apologize for things that are true. For far too long I have been half-assing it in and out of the ring, which you and Jimi showed me today. But that won’t happen anymore. I’ll go out there and leave it all on the line. And I know that if we both do that, Yukio won’t have a chance in hell of winning the Tag Titles.
Kurt: I completely agree. The fact is when Yukio is faced with a big match he’ll always choke under the pressure. Now will be no different. With you and me working together at our best, we could beat anyone on the WFWF roster and Yukio is no different. Anyway, I’ve better go back to training, but once again I apologize if anything I said hurt you personally.
Thunder: What you said doesn’t matter now. All that is important is that we’re back on the same page again.
Thunder turns to Jimi, who has been listening the entire time with great interest.
Thunder: You ready to start back up again?
Jimi: Absolutely.
Thunder and Jimi lock up once again as Kurt walks back to continue his training…
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Message to Yukio Blaze:
At Forever Unscarred, WFWF’s loveable loser, otherwise known as Yukio Blaze, gets yet another chance to finally win WFWF gold. Do you think this time will be different? Have you actually got the notion in your head that you will somehow beat the odds and accomplish the one thing you have always wanted? You, more than anyone else should know that it is not something you are capable of. In case don’t believe that, take a trip down memory lane. The only WFWF PPV you can ever look upon with fondness is Super brawl III, a show that is just a faded memory. But since then, what have you accomplished when you have been placed a big match? Nothing but complete and utter embarrassment. It’s time you come to realize, if you haven’t already, that when the pressure is on you crumble quicker than a soggy cookie. And, as you are painfully aware of, not only are you failure on PPV shows, but you are even worse when a title is on the line. You’ve certainly had your chances at becoming a champion in WFWF. National Title, Young Gunn Title, Asshat Title, International Title, Tag Team Titles. They’ve all been within your grasp and somehow, someway, the chance always slips away. Now with those failures in mind, ask yourself, what about our match at Forever Unscarred is different?
Actually, it is different. This time the odds are against you like never before. Face it, you’re outnumbered against two of the greatest wrestlers in WFWF today. You can’t win a title in one on one match, and somehow you think you’ll pull off a miracle and win a handicap match? You may see yourself as a saint and miracle worker, and that’s a good thing because only the good lord above can give you any chance at winning.
You will give a valiant effort, as is always the case with you. But as always, you will find out your best is not enough once the Axis is done with you. When it’s all over, you’ll be sitting there tears in your eyes trying to figure how, once again, you failed. But the answer is obvious. Everyone knows it, except apparently you. Loss after loss, disappointment after disappointment and you still don’t see. You can never succeed in the WFWF and that’s the simple fact. You could probably beat some house show guys, but once you’re faced with a challenge the better man always wins. You never had the talent or the ability to compete with the best in WFWF and you never will because are nothing more than a rapid wrestling fan who thought he had what it took to play with the big boys. So while the professionals in WFWF are off succeeding, you’ll continue to wonder why this is happening to you. Maybe once you open you’re eyes, you’ll see that the answer has been there the entire time.
Forever Your Champion, Thunder
P.S. Kurt adds- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The limo slows, and the window rolls down, revealing the face of Thunder. Thunder looks at the group of miscreants, and rolls his eyes.
Thunder: This has got to stop. Every time Kurt has me meet him somewhere, I see this, garbage.
Driver: Well Mr. Thunder, why do you keep coming.
Thunder: I ask myself that every time.
Thunder exits the vehicle, walking past the dredges of humanity that litter the side of the road. He sees the gym “Sky High”. It was a rundown dilapidated building at the edge of the shopping center. He approached the building, viewing the double doors
dirty and dingy, covered in finger and handprints. Christ, no one has washed these things for at least a month. He opens the doors, and steps through, into the dark poorly lit gym. Immediately, he sees what he is looking for, Kurt Burton, rhythmically slamming his fists into a punching bag. Thunder approaches him, walking past the tattooed rednecks and parolees.
Kurt looses focus, on his bag, and walks away. Jimi, his personal trainer rolls his eyes. Kurt walks up to Thunder.
Kurt: Hey, look who it is, the great and mighty Thunder. Man, I am so glad that you could finally grace us with your presence. And what, you're only like forty-five minutes late.
The hostility resonates from Kurt Burton. It would take a fool to miss the sarcasm dripping from his statement.
Thunder: I am sorry. You know how my driver is.
Kurt: Ash yes, it's the driver's fault. Always the driver's fault, if this guy is so God awful, why don't you just fire him.
Thunder: Why the hostility?
Kurt: Hmm... I don't know. Maybe because Mister I Injured My Leg left me to get my ass kicked by two house show clowns, while he was supposed to be recovering.
Thunder: I landed the move wrong, what more can I say?
Kurt: So then why, just a little later, did you come running out in one of the lamest displays I have ever seen. Attacking Yukio during his match with Shadow. Yeah, that was smart, ya think he wasn't expecting that?
Thunder: What is your deal?
Kurt: My Deal! What is your deal? Where was your head last week? Where is your commitment? You wuss out on a match, you show up late for this training session, I'm beginning to doubt your commitment rich boy. I have been doing nothing, but pouring myself into this team. I have poured 100% of my heart, my soul, my time, to gain us these titles, and I don't want you to piss it away on me.
Thunder listens to everything Kurt has to say, the fire rises in his eyes after each insult, his hands shake a little bit with rage.
Thunder: Burton, the only thing you pour one hundred percent of is a jack Daniels bottle. You question my commitment, let's talk about yours. When was the last time you hit that ring clear eyed? And were you hung over from the night before, I'd be willing to bet. In our match against Blaze and Sanchez, who stood there in a drunken stupor and let me get pinned.
Kurt: Look here you little son of a bitch, I may have my fun, but when I hit that ring, I'm all business, baby. Wayne and I have had the hardest schedules of anyone here in this fed, including your little whiny ass. So why don't you take a moment, flip the script, and look at your own in ring performance. How would you fair against Shadow? Hell, you couldn't even handle Blaze.
Thunder: Yeah, and you have the greatest record against him. Wasn't it you and Manny who got your asses handed to them on a silver platter by Blaze?
Kurt: A different time and a different Burton. I have been dying to get my hands on that pathetic son of a bitch. Do you know what I'm called in the back?
Thunder: The Career Killer.
Kurt: Damn straight, and you know why? Because ever since I stepped foot in a WFWF arena, I have ensured half of my opponents don't come back. I take people out. I maim, I injure. And so you better think twice about talking **** to me about Blaze. The only thing I have to worry about with Blaze is you.
Burton pokes his finger into Thunder's chest. Thunder responds by slapping away Burton's hand. They two of them get nose to nose, tempers and egos flaring each one waiting for the first move. Suddenly, a hand pushes the two men apart, and Jimi steps between the pair.
Jimi: OK, testosterone levels have gone through the roof. You guys want to get irritated, then use that energy, don't waste it. Kurt, I want you to practice the combo I taught you.
Kurt looks like he is about to protest, but Jimi shoots him a look. Why bother, he always wins, Kurt thinks.
Jimi: And as for you rich boy, it's time to work on your mobility. Please, walk this way.
Jimi signals for Thunder, who walks closely behind heading towards the opposite end of the gym.
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Kurt turns, and walks over to the huge punching bag he had encountered a mere week beforehand. He low punched it, and then did a snap jab, following it with roundhouse. The dull thud of his strikes was barely audible, as the bag responded with light movement. He repeated this combo, again and again.
This is so
ing lame. I’m not a martial artist. I’m a wrestler. I bend bodies and I break bones. I don’t do these silly little strikes. This is not who I am.His motions become quicker, harder, sloppier. The thud grows in volume every time he slams his fist into it. His kicks are now rocking the bag side to side with tremendous force. The chain holding the bag squeaks as he pounds it.
I hate this crap. I should have never listened to Kat. This is a waste of my time.
You’re a waste of space.
He kicks the bag, hard, loosing his balance as his foot collides. He falls to the floor with a grunt, the bag following closely behind him. He lays motionless, only for a moment. Slowly rising to his feet, he shakes the dust off of himself and looks around the gym. All eyes were on him. The sole of his boot squeaked against the concrete, clearly audible within the now silent gym.
Kurt walked to the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom, the arid smell of the room slapped him in the face. Quickly, he found the sink, and turned the rusted knob for cold. The water sprayed out a little from the side, and he cupped his hands under the water, splashing it onto his face. He caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.
You’re pathetic. All you ever do is bitch and moan and groan. You always complain about people screwing you over, but when are you going to take responsibility for yourself. You blame Manny C for your first loss to Yukio, but you were there too, and you couldn’t get the job done. You made accusations against Reverend Shadow that he bribed an official, yet the whole world saw you tap. And you got your ass kicked by two losers that can’t even make it to FDS. So if they’re losers, what does that make you? Admit it Burton, you are just as much a problem here as Thunder, and if you don’t get your **** together against Yukio, you will lose.
A primal howl escapes Burton, and he kicks a garbage can into the wall. Paper towels fly out, as Kurt punches the paper towel dispenser repeatedly. Sobs come from him, as the metal sheen of the dispenser shows his fractured image. He notices the tears streaming down his face.
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As Thunder walks with Jimi, he tries to calm himself down from the confrontation he just had with Kurt. How did that even start, he thought to himself, trying to pieces together the words and actions from a few moments ago. They certainly had never gotten along perfectly, their personalities were simply too different for that, but they had never snapped at each other like that. Maybe it was a build up of all of their problems in the past, which were little by themselves but when put together brought on a confrontation that could break apart a team that had dominated the WFWF for so long. That can’t happen: I won’t let it, No matter what happened just now, we still can, no we have to work together to beat Yukio, Thunder thought to himself as him and Jimi reach the ring that they were going to work out in. Jimi must have been calling Thunder, because when Thunder fully turns his attention to the training and not Kurt, Jimi appears to already have been speaking.
Jimi: Hey! Are you even listening to me?
Thunder now sees that Jimi is frustrated. Dealing with the two of us must be difficult, he thinks.
Thunder: Sorry. What were you saying?
Jimi: We’re here to work on your speed and mobility. It’s important in this match that you will be prepared for anything Yukio throws at you. With so much on the line, he’ll be coming at you from all angles. I’m going to prepare you for that. Step into the ring now. Your first goal is to not only block my offense, but counter it as well. Are you ready?
Thunder: Yeah.
Jimi: Then get in the ring and we’ll start.
The two men enter the ring. Jimi catches Thunder off guard with two kicks to the ribs. He attempts another, but Thunder catches his leg. He spins Jimi around and attempts a lariat, but Jimi ducks and hits him with an elbow to the head.
Jimi: Not quick enough. You’re going to have to do better if you want to defeat Yukio.
Thunder: Is all of this really necessary? Kurt and I should be handling Yukio just fine.
Jimi: If you don’t think training for you match is “necessary”, then you might as well just walk out of here and sit back in your mansion counting all your money. But if you want to ensure victory then you’ll stay here and train. Do you need me to remind you of your track record against Yukio? Face facts, he’s had your number. And he will once again if you don’t put in the effort. Don’t you see that this is one of the reasons Kurt was angry at you? You can talk about how great you are all you want, but the truth is you aren’t doing all you can. Kurt wants a hundred percent from you in this match, and that’s what you’ll need if you want any chance at beating Yukio. Don’t go out there and half-ass the preparation of the match. Maybe if you did that all the time Kurt would have a little more faith in you. You understand me?
Jimi’s words have a profound affect on Thunder. When Kurt was insulting, all the things he had been saying about Thunder’s effort seemed ridiculous, but now hearing them from Jimi made him realize Kurt was right all along. For far too long, he thinks, I’ve been heading to the ring with no real preparation. I’ve believed that I’m already the best there is and that no one can stop me. That’s not true, and I will find that out soon if I don’t take training seriously. Yukio will take those Tag Titles away no problem if I don’t give my all. The odds may be against him, but that sure as hell won’t mean a thing one of us doesn’t put in the effort.
As he thinks all these things, Thunder nods to Jimi in agreement.
Jimi: Good. Let’s continue.
Jimi and Thunder lock up, and Jimi takes control by backing Thunder into the corner. He then attempts to hit him with a forearm, but Thunder ducks and slips out behind Jimi. By the time Jimi is turned around, Thunder rams a shoulder into his stomach.
Jimi: Much better. Now let’s try—
Jimi stops speaking once he sees Kurt exiting the bathroom and walking to the room. This also grabs Thunder’s attention because of how different Kurt currently looks. He is walking at almost a sluggish pace, his head staying down the entire time he is walking. But once he reaches the ring and looks up at them, Thunder and Jimi are both struck by Kurt’s bloodshot eyes. Could he have been crying, Thunder asks himself?
Kurt: Thunder, after having some time alone I realize that I was really out of line with the things I said to you. I should have never jumped down your throat like that. The last thing we need before Forever Unscarred is for us to be ready to turn on each other. You have the talent and skill to help us win the match. What I said wasn’t the right way to motivate you and I apologize for it.
Thunder: Thanks Kurt, but you don’t need to apologize for things that are true. For far too long I have been half-assing it in and out of the ring, which you and Jimi showed me today. But that won’t happen anymore. I’ll go out there and leave it all on the line. And I know that if we both do that, Yukio won’t have a chance in hell of winning the Tag Titles.
Kurt: I completely agree. The fact is when Yukio is faced with a big match he’ll always choke under the pressure. Now will be no different. With you and me working together at our best, we could beat anyone on the WFWF roster and Yukio is no different. Anyway, I’ve better go back to training, but once again I apologize if anything I said hurt you personally.
Thunder: What you said doesn’t matter now. All that is important is that we’re back on the same page again.
Thunder turns to Jimi, who has been listening the entire time with great interest.
Thunder: You ready to start back up again?
Jimi: Absolutely.
Thunder and Jimi lock up once again as Kurt walks back to continue his training…
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Message to Yukio Blaze:
At Forever Unscarred, WFWF’s loveable loser, otherwise known as Yukio Blaze, gets yet another chance to finally win WFWF gold. Do you think this time will be different? Have you actually got the notion in your head that you will somehow beat the odds and accomplish the one thing you have always wanted? You, more than anyone else should know that it is not something you are capable of. In case don’t believe that, take a trip down memory lane. The only WFWF PPV you can ever look upon with fondness is Super brawl III, a show that is just a faded memory. But since then, what have you accomplished when you have been placed a big match? Nothing but complete and utter embarrassment. It’s time you come to realize, if you haven’t already, that when the pressure is on you crumble quicker than a soggy cookie. And, as you are painfully aware of, not only are you failure on PPV shows, but you are even worse when a title is on the line. You’ve certainly had your chances at becoming a champion in WFWF. National Title, Young Gunn Title, Asshat Title, International Title, Tag Team Titles. They’ve all been within your grasp and somehow, someway, the chance always slips away. Now with those failures in mind, ask yourself, what about our match at Forever Unscarred is different?
Actually, it is different. This time the odds are against you like never before. Face it, you’re outnumbered against two of the greatest wrestlers in WFWF today. You can’t win a title in one on one match, and somehow you think you’ll pull off a miracle and win a handicap match? You may see yourself as a saint and miracle worker, and that’s a good thing because only the good lord above can give you any chance at winning.
You will give a valiant effort, as is always the case with you. But as always, you will find out your best is not enough once the Axis is done with you. When it’s all over, you’ll be sitting there tears in your eyes trying to figure how, once again, you failed. But the answer is obvious. Everyone knows it, except apparently you. Loss after loss, disappointment after disappointment and you still don’t see. You can never succeed in the WFWF and that’s the simple fact. You could probably beat some house show guys, but once you’re faced with a challenge the better man always wins. You never had the talent or the ability to compete with the best in WFWF and you never will because are nothing more than a rapid wrestling fan who thought he had what it took to play with the big boys. So while the professionals in WFWF are off succeeding, you’ll continue to wonder why this is happening to you. Maybe once you open you’re eyes, you’ll see that the answer has been there the entire time.
Forever Your Champion, Thunder
P.S. Kurt adds- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
