Commotion

{The scene fades in outside the GZW Coliseum, in the parking lot. The rusty old space wagon of John Taylor's pulls up next to some executive limos and sports cars. The door opens, and a tall, lean man steps out. He reaches back for what looks like a gym bag, and places it over his right shoulder. The camera can't make out many details as the man has his back faced to the camera, but in silver lettering the word "HKWF" can be seen printed on the gym bag. The man heads for the main entrance to the massive arena. He steps in quietly, passing by several GZW wrestlers, and some business executives. Not looking twice, he keeps going, steadily for the elevator. A shrill "ping" echoes through the hall as the door slides open and the man steps in. Only in the cold, steel reflection of the elevator wall can we make out that the man is indeed, the "Lone Gunman", the "Hitman Of HKWF", the GZW LightHeavyweight Champion, John Taylor! The title fastened around his waist, he looks around the lonely elevator. In the reflection we can see he is wearing an old Wicked Ways T-Shirt from EWO and a pair of black jeans. The door pings open as the intercom voice, that of a young woman exclaims...}

Intercom: Welcome to the executive floor, watch your step...and don't touch the wallpaper.

{Taylor steps out, whistling to himself as he walks down the executive corridor. Secretaries, businessmen and other important GZW Employees can be seen rush up and down the corridors, too busy to even acknowledge Gunman's prescence. The Light Heavyweight Champion walks up to a large help desk, which is situated on a podium lined with gold, and the letters "GZW" encrested. Taylor rings on the little bell and almost immediately a bell boy appears. He is wearing a cheesy GZW Cap and a red blazer.}

Bell Boy: Good afternoon sir, are you the chief executive of Mail Order Brides 'r' us? Jack Ask is waiting for you in room twenty fi-

Taylor: No. I am not, I am GZW's Light Heavyweight Champion, HKWF's hitman, John Taylor, and I'm here to see Tate.

Bell Boy: {Typing up something on a GZW laptop in front of him.} I am sorry, Mr. Edmonson is out at a meeting at the moment...can I take a message?

{Taylor sighs, not even answering the bell boy. He walks away, back down the hall he came, and begins talking to himself, as he switches his gym bag to his left shoulder.}

Taylor: So Tate is not here for me..surprise surprise. Well I guess I can't blame him, the utter rubbish these other so called "Contenders" to my title have been talking recently. Come on...Adam Cage is running his mouth about the Real Damn Meaning Of Pain, Cage, this "pain" as you call it...What is it? Is it how the way you get Silenced by John Taylor...how you unleash your anger by taking out Kandi Fortune, a poor defenceless woman. Sure, she is a cartridge short of a loaded gun, and she mightn't be the pick of the Fortune litter..but I'm sure she wouldn't want to get any uglier than she already is...if that is even possible. And then there's Pitfighter, isn't it enough that you had your chance at gold, my gold and lost, that you want another shot? Pit...you don't deserve another shot. The only thing you deserve is to rot in the hole you were born and bred in!! And then there's the old has-been, Hades. The "one time Light Heavyweight Champion". Hades, you won this title as a fluke, you won it because Eric Montair had left the company...you nearly fucked up this title as bad as your pathetic brother Magic did so long ago, but not any more...I won't let that happen...I can't let that happen. I have a duty, an honour to HKWF to keep this title where it belongs, in the possession of a True Champion!!! But Hades, I see you and Adam Cage bitch at each other...bicker and squabble, cackle like headless chickens, when you both know the Godawful truth...you are just second string, you don't belong in a Man's world...you belong at some 5 year old's birthday party, fighting over the nose on your Bart Simpson cake!!! {OOC: Ah, memories!!!} GZW is a man's world...and I don't mean Deacon Kane...I don't mean Pitfighter, or Magic, or Hades, or Dameon, or Jason Makavelli, or Smooth..I mean one man's world...THE LONE GUNMAN'S WORLD!!! Fools, the lot of them, all puppets to the cause, lambs led astray from the bigger picture, little boys lost in a world of terror and hate, destruction and violence, and nothing beats that like the sheer Violence of Silence!!!

{Taylor steps into the waiting elevator, and the "ping" ricochets throughout the steel elevator. His reflection is shown, once again, the camera zooms in on the reflection of his left eye, the seriousness and determination looks deathly as he speaks..}

Taylor: But the most important of all, the sham of a show, the so-called, supposed "Contest Of Champions", where all the big stars battle it out...was I in the match??? NO, I wasn't. Was I involved at all??? NO!!! But who was? The squirmy wormy, the kid who manages to crawl down my neck the most, they call him Luke Laverne. Luke, just seeing you compete as well as your little partner in crime, the Mancat Celestia L'Yark, just touched a nerve, something had to give. Could I rely on our "CareerKiller" to do the job? No, he failed. You'd think you could rely on some of the deadliest wrestlers in the world to take out the young fool, but if the job was to be done right, completed as ordered, it would have to be done by the real assassin. I did what was ordered, Kool...you haven't seen the last of the Lone Gunman. Enjoy your hospital bed, because when you get back, things will get real bad, real quick. See you soon, "Kool Hand"...I'm Waiting!!!

{The reflections flickers, blurs and finally the scene fades out.}