Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2024 0:21:34 GMT -5
Cliff Branson walks into Amigo Sports Bar in his hometown of Alpine, Texas, and takes a seat at the bar. Susie, the bartender, greets him.
Susie: The usual, Cliff?
Branson: You got it, sweetheart.
While she pours him a beer, he sees a young man on his right watching a YouTube video on his phone. It sounds like a wrestling promo. He leans over slightly to get a look at the wrestler who’s cutting it and reads the title of the video: “Driller Jaworski Has Some Words for Andre Jenson Ahead of Final Chapter.”
Branson: [whispering to himself] Jaworski?
He listens intently.
Driller: Andre, the other night, I told you that this isn’t a fantasy. It’s a reality- your reality.
I said that because I don’t have time to live in a fantasy world. The only fantasies that I can afford to have are the ones where I beat people up. That’s what I do best.
Growing up, I didn’t have the luxuries that you had. I couldn’t have everything done for me so I could play make-believe.
I know your parents passed away when you were young, and I don’t doubt that it hurt, but the fact remains that they left you a whole lot more than my piece-of-shit old man left me when he walked out.
Branson’s eyes go wide at the characterization of Driller’s father.
Driller: Forget about being left a Fortune 500 company. My Dad didn’t even leave me five bucks.
And while I did have my Mom, she had to work two jobs so I could have necessities. I had to take care of myself while she was out working. I didn’t have people who could take care of my responsibilities for me.
The only thing I had that even came close to fantasy was professional wrestling. When I sat down in front of the TV and watched the sport of kings, it was the only time I could escape from reality and dream, dream of the day that I could get in the squared circle and make something of myself. And you know what, Andre? My fantasy became a reality.
On Sunday, I’m going to reintroduce you to reality. You’re stepping in the ring with someone you’ve never stepped in the ring with before. I don’t care about your well-being. Some guys say that wrestling is about competition, not hurting people. Not me. I do this to hurt people.
I want to hurt you more than anybody else. You’re holding a title that should have been mine. I was one move away from becoming the Undisputed Cruiserweight Champion at Evolution VI. I had Serenity Holmes primed for the Drill Bit, but that motherfucker Zombie McMorris bailed her out and punched the shit out of my face, leaving Serenity to crush me with her boots after she knocked ZMAC out.
And even though I would have had to forfeit the title once it was determined that my injuries at Evolution made me medically unfit to compete, at least I could have said that for one brief moment, I was the Undisputed Champion.
Another instance of losing without being left with much.
But it’s fine. I’m going to make things right this Sunday. I’m going to hit you with everything that I have, including the new version of the Drill Bit, the DB-24. When your head hits that mat, you’ll be in a fantasy land, all right. And if you wake up and decide you want to chase me for the title, that’s fine, too. I’ll drop you on your head as many times as I need to until you decide that you never want to leave Kem again.
I’m tired, Andre. I’m tired of looking at other people wearing the Cruiserweight Championship.
I’m tired of dreaming about the day that I can hold the belt in my hands.
Driller shakes with fury and grits his teeth.
Driller: At Final Chapter, the first chapter of the never-ending story known as Driller Jaworski’s Championship Reign will…be…written.
The video ends. Branson sits back in his stool. He thinks for a few seconds before standing up.
Branson: Susie, hold that beer. I gotta run. Something just came up.
Susie: The usual, Cliff?
Branson: You got it, sweetheart.
While she pours him a beer, he sees a young man on his right watching a YouTube video on his phone. It sounds like a wrestling promo. He leans over slightly to get a look at the wrestler who’s cutting it and reads the title of the video: “Driller Jaworski Has Some Words for Andre Jenson Ahead of Final Chapter.”
Branson: [whispering to himself] Jaworski?
He listens intently.
Driller: Andre, the other night, I told you that this isn’t a fantasy. It’s a reality- your reality.
I said that because I don’t have time to live in a fantasy world. The only fantasies that I can afford to have are the ones where I beat people up. That’s what I do best.
Growing up, I didn’t have the luxuries that you had. I couldn’t have everything done for me so I could play make-believe.
I know your parents passed away when you were young, and I don’t doubt that it hurt, but the fact remains that they left you a whole lot more than my piece-of-shit old man left me when he walked out.
Branson’s eyes go wide at the characterization of Driller’s father.
Driller: Forget about being left a Fortune 500 company. My Dad didn’t even leave me five bucks.
And while I did have my Mom, she had to work two jobs so I could have necessities. I had to take care of myself while she was out working. I didn’t have people who could take care of my responsibilities for me.
The only thing I had that even came close to fantasy was professional wrestling. When I sat down in front of the TV and watched the sport of kings, it was the only time I could escape from reality and dream, dream of the day that I could get in the squared circle and make something of myself. And you know what, Andre? My fantasy became a reality.
On Sunday, I’m going to reintroduce you to reality. You’re stepping in the ring with someone you’ve never stepped in the ring with before. I don’t care about your well-being. Some guys say that wrestling is about competition, not hurting people. Not me. I do this to hurt people.
I want to hurt you more than anybody else. You’re holding a title that should have been mine. I was one move away from becoming the Undisputed Cruiserweight Champion at Evolution VI. I had Serenity Holmes primed for the Drill Bit, but that motherfucker Zombie McMorris bailed her out and punched the shit out of my face, leaving Serenity to crush me with her boots after she knocked ZMAC out.
And even though I would have had to forfeit the title once it was determined that my injuries at Evolution made me medically unfit to compete, at least I could have said that for one brief moment, I was the Undisputed Champion.
Another instance of losing without being left with much.
But it’s fine. I’m going to make things right this Sunday. I’m going to hit you with everything that I have, including the new version of the Drill Bit, the DB-24. When your head hits that mat, you’ll be in a fantasy land, all right. And if you wake up and decide you want to chase me for the title, that’s fine, too. I’ll drop you on your head as many times as I need to until you decide that you never want to leave Kem again.
I’m tired, Andre. I’m tired of looking at other people wearing the Cruiserweight Championship.
I’m tired of dreaming about the day that I can hold the belt in my hands.
Driller shakes with fury and grits his teeth.
Driller: At Final Chapter, the first chapter of the never-ending story known as Driller Jaworski’s Championship Reign will…be…written.
The video ends. Branson sits back in his stool. He thinks for a few seconds before standing up.
Branson: Susie, hold that beer. I gotta run. Something just came up.