Post by JW McCammon on Jul 24, 2007 20:08:05 GMT -5
(“THE MERCENARY comes across the screen in dark blue and then fades to black. The camera comes on to show JW McCammon sitting in his locker room getting ready for Tuesday night. He is in his workout attire and is hitting a punching bag. He gives it some solid punches and then realizes there is a camera in the room. JW McCammon stops, grabs a towel and wipes his face, then turns towards the camera...)
JW McCammon: Alastair, who do you think you are?! Walking around like some big shot! I don’t care if that precious United States Championship is around your waist. Seems to me that you couldn’t get the job done a couple of months back, so you had to get a rematch. And someway somehow you snuck your little way out of the arena and proceeded to take my title.
Now I am not one to say that I adore the man, myself. I mean, come on, he did defeat me. But there comes a time when someone has to realize they are going to lose. I realized I couldn’t win them all! Alastair beat me in the ring...1...2...3! What do you want me to do?! Cry about it?! Wine and tell the whole world that it should be me that is the United States Champ?!
(JW McCammon cracks his neck...)
JW McCammon: No! That is not my style. I sucked it up and went on to my way!
(JW McCammon looks down and shakes his head then looks back up at the camera...)
JW McCammon: Lexington is one of the World Tag Team Champions; he should be the one that should be Champion! Losers don’t go down in the books, winners do!
Looks like the...
(Lexington Royale approaches McCammon in mid-sentence. He is carrying the World Tag Team Championship over his shoulder. His ribs are bandaged up. The two men stare at each other for a second before Royale finally speaks...)
Lexington Royale: Listen...you and I...we aren't real good friends. We don't ever need to be. But both of us have problems to deal with on Wednesday night. We need to watch each other’s backs!
(McCammon nods his head...)
Lexington Royale: This Wednesday, I would like to walk out the winner and I think you do too. I wanted to tell you that we have to set aside our differences for now. You can count on the "Citzen Champion", but I need to know...can I count on you?
(McCammon looks away and then back to Royale. McCammon pokes Royale on the chest...)
JW McCammon: You can count on me any day! Just watch yourself!
(Lexington responds with a sly smirk...)
Lexington: Then let's kick some EPW arse, sunshine!
(Royale walks away as McCammon nods his head and then looks back into the camera with an icy cold stare...)
JW McCammon: Triple X and Kid Alpha, you here that, tomorrow, Royale and I are going to make you both Bite The Bullet and take your beatings like men!
(JW McCammon cracks his neck and walks out of the locker room as the screen fades...)
JW McCammon: Alastair, who do you think you are?! Walking around like some big shot! I don’t care if that precious United States Championship is around your waist. Seems to me that you couldn’t get the job done a couple of months back, so you had to get a rematch. And someway somehow you snuck your little way out of the arena and proceeded to take my title.
Now I am not one to say that I adore the man, myself. I mean, come on, he did defeat me. But there comes a time when someone has to realize they are going to lose. I realized I couldn’t win them all! Alastair beat me in the ring...1...2...3! What do you want me to do?! Cry about it?! Wine and tell the whole world that it should be me that is the United States Champ?!
(JW McCammon cracks his neck...)
JW McCammon: No! That is not my style. I sucked it up and went on to my way!
(JW McCammon looks down and shakes his head then looks back up at the camera...)
JW McCammon: Lexington is one of the World Tag Team Champions; he should be the one that should be Champion! Losers don’t go down in the books, winners do!
Looks like the...
(Lexington Royale approaches McCammon in mid-sentence. He is carrying the World Tag Team Championship over his shoulder. His ribs are bandaged up. The two men stare at each other for a second before Royale finally speaks...)
Lexington Royale: Listen...you and I...we aren't real good friends. We don't ever need to be. But both of us have problems to deal with on Wednesday night. We need to watch each other’s backs!
(McCammon nods his head...)
Lexington Royale: This Wednesday, I would like to walk out the winner and I think you do too. I wanted to tell you that we have to set aside our differences for now. You can count on the "Citzen Champion", but I need to know...can I count on you?
(McCammon looks away and then back to Royale. McCammon pokes Royale on the chest...)
JW McCammon: You can count on me any day! Just watch yourself!
(Lexington responds with a sly smirk...)
Lexington: Then let's kick some EPW arse, sunshine!
(Royale walks away as McCammon nods his head and then looks back into the camera with an icy cold stare...)
JW McCammon: Triple X and Kid Alpha, you here that, tomorrow, Royale and I are going to make you both Bite The Bullet and take your beatings like men!
(JW McCammon cracks his neck and walks out of the locker room as the screen fades...)