Didn't I Blow Your Mind This Time?
Posted on March 22, 2002 at 05:10:45 PM
The sun crept through his curtain, shining dangerous and copious amounts of UV radiation onto his skin. He awoke, terrified for his life. Like an action hero, he dove outta the way, realizing that whatever sunlight had penetrated his skin had probably taken a good five years off his life
God damn cheap Boyce...
He reflected a moment, praying that he wouldn't recall this morning as the day his life took a turn for the worse
Then the phone rang...
Hello?
Alright, I was just making sure your slutass was up. Remember, today is RWA Enntrannce, with it's weird ass spelling and all. We gotta go in like ten minutes
Aww, crap. Aight, then I gotta go
Click
Into the bathroom he walked, turning the shower on...
He had just finished tying his shoes when there was a knock on the door, accompanied by some yelling
Come on, Taylor, we gotta go!
Dawkins shook his head a little, before opening the door. He stepped out, locked up, and the two were on their way to the elevator.
They made it to the car with no incident, and were now heading to Detroit, where in about forty five minutes, they'd walk into the Cobo Hall, and meet the fans.
What fun
Why does Boyce make us do this crap, man? All we're gonna hear about is Damian Storm, Chris Benoit, and Justin Sane, and LORD KNOWS we surely have NOT said EVERYTHING TWICE about those guys
Yeah, well... he wants to make a little extra money. Can't really fault him for that, he IS a businessman after all. Besides, I kinda need the practice; because after Saturday, I'ma have to do this promotional gaga all the time... it's what champs do, you know?
The rest of the ride was spent between alternating discs of Billy Joel, Bon Jovi, Elton John, and NOFX.
Friends they were, but music was not one of their areas of common ground.
A good fifty minutes after leaving...
Finally here...
Dawk smirked as he turned off the car and undid the seatbelt
Let's just get this over with...
They stepped outta the car, taking in a deep breath, hoping to go unnoticed by the mass of humanity that was gathering at the entrance. They slipped around to the back, using the "Superstar" entrance.
Boyce was waiting.
Guess they were a little late
Well, thank you for showing up, Gentlemen. I appreciate the fact that when I say Be there at twelve, you guys show up at twelve forty five! Look, I know it's your guys' only mission in life to piss me off...
The two zoned out; they'd heard the ramblings before. Besides, if Dawk DID listen, he was certain he'd punch Boyce out in front of everyone
... am I understood?!?
The two snapped back into reality, nodding their heads
Yeah boss, we get it. And don't worry, next time I'll be on time
Boyce drew back a bit
Next time? There isn't gonna be a next time for you, Taylor. If I have to give my life, I'm going to make sure that you do NOT hold MY World championship!
Then I await with great fear; cause we know how successful you've been in the past at stopping me...
Boyce walked off, ranting to himself. Dawk and Levi looked for their booth, before finally heading over. There was plenty of Lipton Brisk and Pepsi; as they had requested.
Bring on the fans
Alright, who am I making this out to?
Dude! My name is Dino... Dino Zucconi... holy crap, man... you rule! I've been following you since day one! You better frickin kick the everloving piss outta Storm tomorrow! That guys bugs me like you wouldn't believe!
Ha... well, if you've been following me since day one, you know that I'm planning on kicking the piss outta that guy, so don't you worry. Here you go, Dino
Dino grabbed his now autographed picture, and even busted out Dawk's old Crucifixion Pose. Dawk smirked, as the next fan made an appearance
Name?
Scroggins... Biff Scroggins
He stopped dead. Levi looked over, shocked as hell. Dawk slowly raised his head
No frickin way!!!
He leapt out of his seat, and hugged the man that had got him his start
I'll be God damned! I was hoping you'd got the ticket I sent your way!
Yeah, like I was gonna miss THIS. Look Taylor, there's a story here. For a little over three and a half years now, I've watched you become what you are now. I've seen you go through the Starks', the Bloods, the Levis, the Mad Muffins, the Hack N Pains, the Platinums, the Saieds, the Great Ones, the Dudes, the Kidds, the Habachis... tomorrow night though, is your chance to FINALLY prove yourself
Dawkins was taken aback somewhat, shocked at the words from his mentor.
Even Levi couldn't believe it
You're kidding, right Mister Scroggins? If Taylor held any MORE titles, they'd have a book devoted to it. Since he debuted, he's always been at or near the top... how the hell can you say he hasn't proven himself yet?
Yeah Biff, what gives here?
Biff smirked, shaking his head
Son, like I said, you've been doing this for a little over three and a half years. I still remember your first match back in the EWF in July of nintey nine. Since then, you've bounced around from here to there, staying long enough to win a big match, and then leaving. Sure, you've been a big fish but always in a small pond. Now though, you have the chance to show you are for real. You've taken the first step in dropping that ridiculous I don't care about championships line you've been feeding the fans for a LONG time. Now tomorrow, I want to see you destroy the competition, especially now that you care. Prove that you're not just another gifted wrestler. Show the World Wrestling Federation what they've been missing out on, and from what you've said, what they're going to CONTINUE to miss out on!
I will, Biff... I will. Don't even worry about it
Oh I worry, trust me on that. You're twenty five years old, and sometimes, you act like you're fifty five. You're young, you've easily got another ten or fifteen years left in you... you should really try to act like it sometime, you know?
Yeah... but when I do, they make fun of how I talk
They all three laughed it up, before exchanging handshakes. Biff cut out, and it was on to the next fan.
Sorry, no one special this time, so we're just gonna skip it.
It had been nearly a half hour since Biff had left, and he had heard nearly every well wish and death wish since then. The fans were seemingly pretty evenly split about who they wanted to win.
And yes, there WERE even a few Benoit fans out there. Weird.
Finally, though, he had had enough.
He got up from the booth, and headed over towards The Stage.
The Stage had been set... hahaha, just kidding.
The Stage was going to be used later for Damian Storm
Piss on that... if he gets it, I get it
He went behind the curtain, and gave a signal to Iggy the Tech Guy. In a few seconds, NOFX's The Brews blasted through the hall, drawing quite the mixed reaction.
It was getting scary.
He walked through, mic in hand.
Once he walked through, nearly all the cheers disappeared, and the boos hit him like a wall. He smiled, stretching his arms out to the side, snapping his head back.
The music died, and now the voice was going to roar
So are we all enjoying ourselves here at the inaugural Enntrannce?!?
They cheered like trained monkeys; it was just too easy
Well that's just great. Because we... the wrestlers... we are NOT enjoying ourselves today. It's ridiculous that the day before one of the biggest events on the calendar, we have to sit around and listen to YOU morons saying who's going to win, and why this person sucks, and why that person rules! Don't you get it? WE DON'T CARE!
More boos as the master pulled the strings
But that's okay. It really is. Because while you guys all get your fun today... TOMORROW will be MY day! Tomorrow will be the day that Damian Storm is planted into the canvas, and a new champion is crowned. Tomorrow I will once again claim my throne to the top of the wrestling hill... and tomorrow, I get to watch every single one of your pompous faces get welled with tears as it happens
Another round of boos came, and when it died, some smartass fan decided to throw in his two cents
Oh yeah? Too bad your punk ass is going down! You can't beat Damian Storm, and you CERTAINLY cannot beat Chris Benoit!
They cheered, only because they knew nothing else
Ooh, good one. You seriously burned me there, slut. Chris Benoit... the X Factor of the bunch. Well Chris, you get your wish. You matter. Are you happy now? Before, I didn't give a crap about you, because really, this match was about me and Storm. But NO, that just wasn't gonna cut it for you, huh? You just HAD to matter. Well like I said, you do. And tomorrow night, I've got it on good authority that you're going to get hurt... you're going to get hurt really bad, Chris. Why, you ask? Simple. Because if you matter, you're a threat. And if you're a threat, you must be... TAKEN OUT!
He looked over at Tommy, who nodded his head approvingly. The fans, however, were no Tommy Levi, as they continued to assault the champ with obscentity...
What do you mean, He's not the champ!? He IS the United States AND Tag champ, moron!
And Damian Storm, no matter how much you'd like to believe you have a miracle left, the fact is, you're all out. This little two month scam of yours ends tomorrow night in the Silverdome. This time, you can't hide yourself behind a mask. This time, you can't depend on others to count fast, or to assault your opponent outside the ring. This time, Damian, you're left alone to the one man you KNOW you CANNOT beat! Don't deny it, because the facts support it. You've never BEATEN me. And you never will. Just thank God for the scarce sixty days you had as a champion, and ride off into the sunset. Because if you're still around the RWA Sunday morning... well really, who cares? You'll be nothing more than a washed up coward priss farce of a former champion, and no one gives a crap about those types, ANYWAYS! You guys want Attitude? You're gonna get it. And why? Because the day I DON'T deliver the goods is the day I retire!
He dropped the mic, standing there, a pillar of arrogance amongst a sea of idiocy. The Brews once again blasted through, as he turned, and headed behind the curtain. Boyce eyed him, asking him repeatedly what the hell he did that for.
But he didn't answer. He didn't have to.
Tomorrow night, he was going to provide answers to all the questions
