The Amazing Rando 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2004 “Okay man, I’ll see you Monday…” As the scene fades up, Alan Clark can be seen placing a cellular phone back into his jacket pocket. It does not take long to see that the cameraman has found Alan sitting on the roof of his bus, doing nothing in particular. “My heart just hasn’t been in it recently…” Alan begins to address the camera, “My only goal was to defeat Landon Maddix. Nothing more…Nothing less. There is only one championship I have cared about for the past few weeks, and it is the tag team championship. I came so close before…and the loss hurt. I’m not looking for a rematch, not yet. My tag partner and myself have had no other tagging time since that night, and well…we need more. I have questioned Zenon repeatedly, but with a tag division in disrepair…I have had to wait for the opportunity.” Suddenly, Alan’s phone rings once more, and he quickly pulls it back out and clicks it on. “Hello…” … “Yes, glad to hear from you…” … “Oh really? Great!” … “Monday night…be prepared…” … “Seeya…” Clark hangs up and puts the phone away before going back to the camera. “Sorry about that, just a little business I needed to take care of. Now, where was I? Oh yes! Like I said, I just haven’t been as motivated as I once was. Walking through that curtain seems nearly a chore to me, and as much as I love the fans and as much as I know they love me…it gets harder every single night. But what you just heard on the phone is something I’ve been waiting these last few weeks for. What you just heard is my motivation to get back in that ring and work toward my goals and be the success people believed I could be. I might have lost the touch I once had, but I feel so very close to regaining it. All I can really say is… Wayward Son Pride… Believe it.” With those words, Alan lies back on the bus roof and stretches his arms out, looking toward the sky as the scene fades to black. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2004 You call and I respond. --- The camera pans back from the view of a television monitor, to one of Mike Van Siclen, staring at a blue screen, the SWF Hardcore Championship draped over the left shoulder and the SWF Tag Team championship strapped securely around his waist. He looks from the television to the camera, a broad smile on his face. "Nice phone, Alan," Van Siclen says. "Granted, I was using that model three years ago, but still, some people are behind the times. I can accept that." Van Siclen grabs a bottle of water, taking a drink. "You seem to be behind the times, Alan. I remember when Janus and Aecas got these belts..." Van Siclen pats his waist, "...Todd and I's belts... and you were clamoring for a shot, first in line, Alan Clark and Coy West. Of course, Coy left, and you found Edward James to replace him. Now Eddy J is off jobbing to change machines... and Todd and I, of course... but you still seem to think that you have the slightest chance at these tag belts." Van Siclen grins again. "You don't, Alan." "You simply do not have the talent to tag this tag belt from around my waist, and even if you did you could not find someone good enough to take the other one from around Todd Cortez's. See, Alan, there may be one thing on your mind at all times. And, hey, that one thing might be the SWF Tag Team championships. That's cool... no, really, it is. You can keep dreaming about them, because dreaming is as close as you will ever come to these belts. You couldn't get the job done against Wild and Dangerous. You couldn't get the job done against Janus and Aecas." Van Siclen smiles. "What makes you think that you're going to get the job done against Hollywood Boulevard? You can take your Wayward Son pride and shove it straight up your ass, Alan, because I don't believe your line of bullsnap. The only thing I believe is that I'm going to hold both of these belts until I decide there's someone worthy of taking them away from me, and you are not that person. Go for it, Alan. You can try to prove me wrong." "But you won't." Fade. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
