Post by Jeremiah Gail on Jul 25, 2020 23:57:23 GMT -5
Annie and Jeremiah Gail lay on a bed in her house. The sheets are thrown to the side, and Annie lays to Jeremiah's right, her arm stretched across his chest, grasping his shoulder. An alarm clock goes off next to the bed. Jeremiah looks over, sighs, and begins to pull himself out of Annie’s grasp. Annie grabs onto his arm as he tries to roll out of bed. Jeremiah rolls back into bed, looking into Annie’s gray-blue eyes. She gives him a sly smirk. “Annie, I’ve got to go. Training to do.” Jeremiah whispers to her.
Annie sits up in the bed, then motions with her hands. Using sign language and mouthing the words, she signs “Make sure you beat them for me. I love you.” Jeremiah nods, then leans toward Annie as the two kiss. Annie finally lets go of Jeremiah’s hand, and he gets up, puts on his clothes, and leaves.
We see a big field in the Black Hills, South Dakota. Buffalo graze, a few prairie dogs lounge around. The silence is broken by a gunshot, and a buffalo falls to the ground injured. The prairie dogs retreat and the buffalo bolt, but not before more shots ring out and another buffalo falls, dead. Out of the tall grass walks Jeremiah Gail, wearing a white cowboy hat, fringed chaps, a fringed leather jacket, and a rifle across his back. He walks up to the dead buffalo, looking down at it.
“At last, I’m at my journey’s end. The Cruiserweight title. To some it represents success, to others recognition. But to me, it only means one thing:” Jeremiah motions down at the corpse before him. “Survival. Getting that title isn’t a want for me, it’s a need. With it comes a fat paycheck, more opportunities, and most importantly, stability. The life of a champion will mean providing for my family. Without that title, my future remains uncertain, a reality I can’t face right now. Two men stand in my way, near polar opposites of each other. And while they’re busy with each other, the Bandit King will sneak in and steal that title right from under their noses.”
Jeremiah crouches down and looks into the blank stare of the buffalo carcass, flies buzzing around it.
“Kaine. I’ve already mentioned my thoughts on you. I’ve promised vengeance. And you clearly prepared yourself, with these two goons you hired. If you think I’m not used to supposedly “insurmountable” odds, you clearly haven’t been paying attention. You may be the most angry, determined man I’ve faced here in Action, but your motives are laughable. All this moping about how you want something does you no favors. It’s never about you, it’s about them. The fans. And your tunnel vision hasn’t allowed you to evolve. In fact, it’s made you devolve. You’re the antithesis to everything CruiserClash stands for. And I can’t let that become the face of our brand.”
A bellow comes from behind Gail. He turns and walks over to the injured buffalo, staring at it as it flails, trying to get up.
“Teo. You may be the man in the locker room I respect the most. Hell, when I was training, I watched you for inspiration, in the days of Teo del Sol. And your hope for the evolution of CruiserClash is admirable. But I can’t help but see something misleading in your current mindset. Your persona is cobbled together, preventing people from seeing the real you. More importantly, you claim to stand for CruiserClash’s progress. Yet the first thing you do as champ is give an old foe who doesn’t deserve it a rematch? No, Teo, you may talk a big game, but you’re just using that title to settle your own personal demons. Which I’d normally be okay with, but if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a phony. So Sunday, I won’t just be defeating you. I’ll be forcing you to see the wrong in your actions.”
“At CHAOS, it’ll be a whirlwind of violence. But by the end, I will be the only one remaining. And I’ll finally bring order.”
Gail looks down the barrel of his rifle, then shoots the buffalo dead.
Annie sits up in the bed, then motions with her hands. Using sign language and mouthing the words, she signs “Make sure you beat them for me. I love you.” Jeremiah nods, then leans toward Annie as the two kiss. Annie finally lets go of Jeremiah’s hand, and he gets up, puts on his clothes, and leaves.
We see a big field in the Black Hills, South Dakota. Buffalo graze, a few prairie dogs lounge around. The silence is broken by a gunshot, and a buffalo falls to the ground injured. The prairie dogs retreat and the buffalo bolt, but not before more shots ring out and another buffalo falls, dead. Out of the tall grass walks Jeremiah Gail, wearing a white cowboy hat, fringed chaps, a fringed leather jacket, and a rifle across his back. He walks up to the dead buffalo, looking down at it.
“At last, I’m at my journey’s end. The Cruiserweight title. To some it represents success, to others recognition. But to me, it only means one thing:” Jeremiah motions down at the corpse before him. “Survival. Getting that title isn’t a want for me, it’s a need. With it comes a fat paycheck, more opportunities, and most importantly, stability. The life of a champion will mean providing for my family. Without that title, my future remains uncertain, a reality I can’t face right now. Two men stand in my way, near polar opposites of each other. And while they’re busy with each other, the Bandit King will sneak in and steal that title right from under their noses.”
Jeremiah crouches down and looks into the blank stare of the buffalo carcass, flies buzzing around it.
“Kaine. I’ve already mentioned my thoughts on you. I’ve promised vengeance. And you clearly prepared yourself, with these two goons you hired. If you think I’m not used to supposedly “insurmountable” odds, you clearly haven’t been paying attention. You may be the most angry, determined man I’ve faced here in Action, but your motives are laughable. All this moping about how you want something does you no favors. It’s never about you, it’s about them. The fans. And your tunnel vision hasn’t allowed you to evolve. In fact, it’s made you devolve. You’re the antithesis to everything CruiserClash stands for. And I can’t let that become the face of our brand.”
A bellow comes from behind Gail. He turns and walks over to the injured buffalo, staring at it as it flails, trying to get up.
“Teo. You may be the man in the locker room I respect the most. Hell, when I was training, I watched you for inspiration, in the days of Teo del Sol. And your hope for the evolution of CruiserClash is admirable. But I can’t help but see something misleading in your current mindset. Your persona is cobbled together, preventing people from seeing the real you. More importantly, you claim to stand for CruiserClash’s progress. Yet the first thing you do as champ is give an old foe who doesn’t deserve it a rematch? No, Teo, you may talk a big game, but you’re just using that title to settle your own personal demons. Which I’d normally be okay with, but if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a phony. So Sunday, I won’t just be defeating you. I’ll be forcing you to see the wrong in your actions.”
“At CHAOS, it’ll be a whirlwind of violence. But by the end, I will be the only one remaining. And I’ll finally bring order.”
Gail looks down the barrel of his rifle, then shoots the buffalo dead.