I'll Be Around... Only if You Want Me To
Posted on March 19, 2002 at 03:20:15 AM
Yep. Still in Michigan. Why? That's right, because the frickin show was postponed. Whaddayagonnado?
Not a damn thing, so get over it, pissass
Tommy Levi, please?
Outstretched on the couch... enjoying the penthouse suite of the hotel... running up the phone bill...
ALL on the RWA's tab
Hello?
No narrative tricks here, jerks. It's on
SPEAKERPHONE!
Tommy my man, how does the Great White North treat you?
Fuck man, did you see Raw tonight?
Yeah, I watched. Gotta watch Hogan, man. The guy is STILL the best
Yeah, well, that's where we don't see eye to eye... however, being backstage was interesting, to say the least. Met up with Ric and Arn, talked to some of the other guys. I spoke to both Edge and Christian; trust me, you are NOTHING like them
Really? Thank GOD. Hopefully NOW people will let THAT little deal go...
Hahaha. Only in your dreams, man. Anyways, yeah, Ric had a little gift for me
Really-
Yeah man. A manilla envelope, with a piece of paper inside. Dawk, he offered me a frickin World Wrestling Federation contract
The silence was brief, if not entirely uncomfortable
Oh... oh yeah? You thinking of going?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, man. Of course I'm thinking of it. It's the WWF, man. You know that YOU would take it if you could
And just what the hell is THAT-
Which is what Flair must have been thinking when he told me to tell you that there's one with your name on it, too
He stopped, letting the words filter into his subconscious.
Working for Vince, his dream... the reason he'd busted his ass for nearly three years, fighting every Cliff Blood, Habachi, Durten, Tano, Demise, Hack N Pain, Platinum, Storm, Damian Storm, Benoit, Saied, Great One, Scroggins, and Zantabulator that came his way...
And now, he had his chance
Uhh, hello?
With a snap of the head, and a blink of the eyes, he was back in the hotel room
Huh? Oh, damn... sorry. Dude, I can't think of that stuff right now. You haven't forgotten some of your OTHER obligations, have you? Like, you know, a few days from now, Pontiac Silverdome...
No, Taylor, I haven't forgotten. Look, I have to go. But think about it, okay? I fly in tomorrow, alright?
Yeah Tommy, I'll be there. See you later
Click
He stood, approaching the balcony overlooking Detroit, a whole new batch of thoughts running through his head.
Saturday night, he would stand in one of the most historic arenas in the world, and prepare to regain the World championship.
Now though, he had to consider an offer from the biggest name in wrestling today
The WWF. Well I'll be God damned...
He stepped out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing, on the brink.
The brink of something big... VERY big
But that would be dealt with later. He shut his eyes, and opened them once more, seeing as clear as he had in a long, long time
Chris Benoit, Damian Storm, I hope you've enjoyed the seven day respite that's been afforded you to. I hope that Saturday night, last night, and tonight, I hope you've both thanked every God imaginable for sparing your lucky asses. Because THIS Saturday, your luck's gonna run out. THIS Saturday, I return to the ring, VERY well rested, and with a motive. What's my motive, you wonder? Simply to win? Hardly. Wins over Damian Storm and Chris Benoit I've got. Is it to once again be the Champ? Maybe a little, but again, how many frickin World championships can I win?
The person occupying the room next to his came out on the balcony, lighting up a cigarette. He offered one to Dawk, who politely declined.
Why did I tell you that?
CAUSE I CAN, SLUTS!
No, the root of my newfound motivation can be found in Stamford, Connecticut. The building once known as Titan Towers, the home of the World Wrestling Federation... THAT'S my motivation. And, as luck would have it, this Saturday, we do battle in the same arena that MADE the WWF a household name. We do battle in the same arena where Steamboat, Savage, Andre, and Hogan ALL cemented their place in wrestling immortality. Saturday night, gentlemen, I will FINALLY, at least in the eyes that don't think I've done it yet... I will FINALLY cement my status as one of, if not THE greatest damn wrestler to EVER grace God's green earth
He eyed the camera only inches away from him, his brown locks falling into his face
Benoit, in all honesty, you're a nothing factor. You're just an extra body in that ring. No one gives a damn about you, buddy. The people that fill that arena Saturday night, they're gonna be there to watch Taylor Dawkins fight Damian Storm. They're gonna be there to see if Storm can give Dawkins his comeuppance, or if Dawkins will yet AGAIN destroy the target. I hate to bring the bad news like that, but really, Chris, you didn't think you actually mattered did you?
Ha, you probably did, and hey- that's... okay. But in the end, if I cared any less about what you thought, I'd be dead, you know? This Saturday, I look forward to finally getting my hands on Damian Storm. And I hope for one of the most challenging battles of my life. I WANT Storm to start off strong. I WANT to have to fight for every punch, kick, and headlock I can get. I WANT to be put in Storm's finisher. I WANT to scream for my life, reaching for the ropes. And then, I WANT to make my comeback... I WANT the fans to boo me... I WANT them to realize that the end is coming for their hero. And I WANT to hear them call me EVERY name in the book as I hook the leg, lift the body, and drop the head to the mat, before accomplishing the goal... before completing the task... before rising, arms in the air, with the RWA World championship in my grasp. I WANT... no, I NEED that to happen. Because then, I can look at the WWF execs who'll be in the building, and I'll see them clapping, nodding their heads in approval. And that'll be great. Cause I WANT them to do that. And I WANT them to come to my locker room for the festivities, and I WANT them to talk money with me, because that's when I'll lean in, look 'em dead in the eye, and I'll say, EAT A FRICKIN DICK! That's right... the WWF CAN EAT A FRICKIN DICK! They didn't want me three years ago, when I was coming outta the wrestling school in Hayward, California! They didn't want me two years ago, as I was a free agent, and it was down to them and the RWF. They didn't want me LAST YEAR, when I was in the midst of returning to the FWA. But now... NOW they want me. NOW I'm ready for the WWF. No, Saturday night, when I give them the greatest performance that the Pontiac Silverdome has or WILL EVER see... and those WWF guys are high fiving each other, thinking that another one is in the bag...
He stopped, staring out at the city, lively for the hour
THE WWF CAN EAT A FRICKIN DICK!
He turned, and headed back into the suite.
His hands trembled; not with fear or hestiation...
They trembled in anticipation for what would be the greatest snub he'd ever dealt in his career...
STAIND SUCKS!!!
VIVA NORCAL!!!
