The Calm Before The Storm...

Taylor: So once again the GZW prepares to put out Friday Night Travesty, a top notch show, the cream of the crop...you'd think that, but no. One quick glance at the card would make you think that what you are about to see is only the best, but looking a little deeper, proves far from that. Come on, headlining this farce of an event..two oafish father and son tag teams...the Fierys...The Haires??? I don't know which is more ridiculous. And to think that these "Haires" are the Tag Team Champions! But also, lower in the card, more second string performers, the ever silent Manic Depression...GZW's hobo, Diamond Sledge, and the man who stole my Light Heavyweight Title, the man who single handedly DESTROYED the Light Heavyweight Division-Luke Laverne. Well it just so happens my fellow HKWF Compadre, El Gambit. "Kool Hand", you will be shown just what happens when you mess with HKWF and my division, and who better to do it than the master of the Rock Of Gibraltar...El Gambit! 

{The evening breeze begins to grow stronger as Taylor gets down on his knees. The camera zooms in on the third person view, to see Taylor watching little worker ants, scurrying along the concrete roof of the coliseum.}

Taylor: How symbolic, these little worker ants, drones, tools to the greater power, just like these mindless drones that claim to fame, but just can't cut it, hypocrites, one minute they're kissing someone's ass, next minute they're getting their ass kicked! I am talking about one person in particular, a man who has become quite an annoyance, this man is the self proclaimed "Career Killer" Maxx Pain. Career Killer, do you deliberately bore the pants off everybody? Do you actually try to annoy the GZW Roster, the fans? Everyone? Well you're doing quite a good job if that's your aim. Maxx, how long was it ago...a week? That you were parading around as the Head of Security for the greatest stable ever, Bad Influence. You paraded around as a proud member of the stable, you paraded and gallivanted around, did this that and the other, because you thought you were accepted. You knew that you were going nowhere fast in GZW, you knew you couldn't cut it, you couldn't win a title...or a big match, so I, the oppurtunist, brought you to the darker testament, HKWF. But Maxx, you were still a failure there, you couldn't even beat Big Country. So, Bad Influence took you in, used you as their lackey, their heavy, the 7 foot monster...you still coudn't cut it, but they accepted you, not as a great wrestler, not as a performer, but as "Head of Security". But be real for a moment Maxx...security? Guys like Deacon Kane, Monarch, Sincere, Pimp, don't need security. You were just the odd job man, a worker ant. Amid not having to do anything major, you were still a failure Maxx, so Bad Influence kick you out, and next thing, you're bouncing around the arena, saying you never needed Bad Influence, you never even wanted to be in Bad Influence. That is really, really, really pathetic. Maxx...that wasn't all you did, was it? No, you decided to top this turmoil, by cutting a promo...what was it you said....

"What the hell is this, another one of those damn hkwf bitches, well lone gunman let me tell you something, if hkwf is the biggest thing going then why do they need your punk ass you are nothing a nobody, hell my damn son can kick your stupid ass.

You think just because you were the so called gzw lightheavy weight division that you can cut it here in gzw, well let me let you in on a little secret no hkwf star is just going to walk right into gzw and think that they are just going to take them by storm, if you get the world title shot with Deacon i gurantee you that your punk ass will not win because i will be there to make sure of it.

You see Lone gunman you can come out here and claim how you did this and how you did that and how you sucked your mothers dick and how you had sex with John Profit,and how you are the savior, and the maker, well all you are doing is saving us from kicking your punk ass when you make all of these boring ass promos that get you nowhere."

Taylor: Now take a look at this...lies, lies, and more lies. Me, "another HKWF Bitch". Me? I don't deserve to be treated like that, young man. Maxx, next you say I am a nobody? Your son can kick my ass? Maxx, you couldn't even beat Dameon, Big Country or Fubu...the only people you have defeated are that of your own ability...Gangzta and such. I don't like to repeat myself Maxx, but let me just run this down...I have beaten Firefly, Union Jack, Billy Bond, Jason Makavelli, Hades, Kool, anyone from A to B. When you can claim to that, then step up, because if you were to step up now, you'd be gunned down!! I am not a nobody, "Career Killer", I have made sure of that. I worked my way up through IRWF, MPW, EWO and GZW to get where I am, to establish who I am, to prove who I am. Ask Smooth, Firefly, John Profit, Pimp, Union Jack, T-Rex, they'll all tell you. I have earned everything I have ever had, have now, and will have. All you have earned is a beating from everyone, whether they are GZW, HKWF, fans, staff, interviewers, the lot. But one thing that struck me, Mr. Pain, is how you say "All you are doing is saving us from kicking your punk ass". Now Maxx, who is this us? HKWF...no, you got kicked out of HKWF...GZW? No, wasnt it you that ran your filthy, uneducated mouth about GZW not so long ago, weren't you the one rejected from both GZW and HKWF? You are a black sheep, Maxx Pain, you have nowhere to go, no ground to stand on, you have, and are...Nothing!!! And you say about my mother? You don't know my mother, for all I care, I have no mother.

{Taylor sneers at the Camera, then heads towards the rooftop bunker. He pulls open the big door, and steps inside, and walks down the cold, hard, lonely steps. Steps leading to the GZW Coliseum floor...steps leading to opportunity, steps leading to success. The former Light Heavyweight Champion makes towards a new GZW Cafe, "Careers, Chaos & Cappucino". He steps inside the packed Cafe, packed with fans awaiting Travesty, awaiting to see some of their favourite stars in action. Taylor, reluctantly joins the end of the queue, which seems a mile long. The fans around the Cafe look in amazement as one of their most hated heels lines up for some coffee. Eventually, he gets to the top of the line, to the counter. A pimply faced teen, greasy forehead and cheesy smile serves him.}

Teen: {Really squeaky voice} Wow! You're John Taylor...can I have you're *ngh* autograph???

Taylor: ...Can I have some peace and quiet, some respect, and some coffee????

Teen: Yes sir, right away sir...

Taylor: Cut the ass kissing crap, if you're gonna be like that, go serve Magic or someone!!

Teen: MAGIC?!?! Where??? Where???

Taylor: {Sighs} Just the coffee.

{A couple of moments later, the kid hands Taylor a Styrofoam cup of coffee, and Taylor hands over a dollar. He takes his hot beverage and sits down at a lonely table in the corner. Spread open on the table is the latest copy of GZW Hotwire. Taylor takes a look at the centerfold picture, which is a Bad Influence promotional poster. Taylor flips around the magazine until he comes to an article on the friendship between Magic and T-Rex. After reading it, and nearly finishing his coffee, he clears his throat, and makes his judgements..}

Taylor: Oh, how wonderful...GZW's golden boys, the "Desert Storm" and the "Enforcer", Magic and T-Rex, as Magic likes to put it...the "Perfect Tag Team". Magic, I hate to rain on your "perfect" little parade, but everything in this world is not perfect, everything in this world does not revolve around you and your friend T-Rex, the supposedly "Unstoppable" Tag Team. Just because you two have had recent victories over Maxx Pain and such, that doesn't make you unstoppable. Wasn't it only last week, "Desert Storm", that Zeke, this inexperienced "new era" wrestler beat you, 1-2-3? The Desert Storm was stopped, no final destination, just like this Monday Night. Magic, you lost to Zeke, as T-Rex lost to the Lizard, HKWF's own Len Dubray. You call us names...you use petty childish ways to try to get ahead...words, verbal sticks and stones, insignificant slang...you called Len a Lizard Lover, and granny basher, this, that whatever, well Magic...SO WHAT???? WHAT difference does it make if you call me a Hit-Gunman, if you call me a cheat, a sellout...when you and I both know the real truth, any amount of things you "call" me, are all as insignificant as the next, as unimportant as Maxx Pain, because I am not a sellout or a cheat, I am your maker, your saviour...THE LONE GUNMAN, JOHN TAYLOR!!!! Magic, you were the GZW World Champion, you were perhaps the best in the business, but your time has past as quick as a storm, you are no longer "the best", you have been to the top of the mountain, but you, just like T-Rex, have let it all slip away, all your accomplishments, slip from underneath you, all go down the drain and next thing you're wrestling the likes of Zeke, Adam Cage and Maxx Pain. But, "Enforcer"..."Desert Storm", you proclaim a "new age"? Well this is the age, the era of HKWF, and Len The Lizard, the Lone Gunman are here to take your place. Enjoy your new age, because you're never coming back here, where I belong, where Len belongs. You two clowns will feel the silence, feel the violence, the utter, the sheer...VIOLENCE OF SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{And Taylor stands up, flees the scene, to be seen again, to team with Len, and the title to be lifted forevermore!!}