I'm Waiting

Interviewer: Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor, may we get a few words???

{The camera zooms in on the man's face, and it is none other than the "Hitman", the "Assassin", the "Lone Gunman", John Taylor!! Taylor walks past the interviewer and cameraman, and makes his way to the elevator. He pushes in the button, and the elevator door opens, and out steps Jack "Bengal" Tyler, and Raye, hand in hand. Taylor stares at the couple who don't even notice the Lone Gunman. Jack makes a joke and the two laugh as they exit the building. Taylor goes into a trance, just staring at Raye as she walks away. However, he is interrupted by Tony "Catfish" Blake, a lean man with a bad haircut and a big nose, formerly the head commentator and director of wrestling affairs for DBW.}

Catfish: Hey...don't I know you from somewhere??

{Taylor sighs deeply, then looks Blake right in the eye, deeply enraged, as he speaks, with a deep, serious tone.}

Taylor: Yes, Mr. Blake, you do. The days of DBW...your constant flaming of me, of my efforts, my contribution to the company, much like I do for TCW, and what recognition do I get? Being called mediocre, by being questioned about even belonging in TCW??? What the HELL is that about???

Catfish: Uh, well I eh...don't really know, guess I'm sorry about all that in DBW?

{Gunman unzips the gym bag and takes out a couple of action figures, similar in size to the WWF Toys.}

Taylor: Sorry??? After all these years Tony, you're sorry???? Sorry isn't good enough, just take a look at these...{Holds up one of the wrestler's that looks like Magic, and has a DBW Title belt around its little plastice waist.} See this??? Remember these Tony??? Well how could you forget, you endorsed them!!! I mean look, we have Magic, {Points to a few more of the toy wrestlers.} T-Rex, Fubu, Raye...Jack Tyler...All the Gang, eh??? NO!!! No "Catfish" it isn't OK...because although there were toys for every Billy, Bob and Joe, there was no John Taylor replica was there??? No Lone Gunman doll with matching kendo stick, was there Tony???

{Tony doesn't answer as it sounds like a rhetorical question, but then Gunman exclaims in a loud, violent voice...}

Taylor: WAS THERE???????? ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!!!!

Catfish: N-n-no...there wasn't. We can make one f-for you if you want...

Taylor: NO!! I don't want that!!! What I want is some damn recognition and some respect!! Is that really so much to ask, Tony Blake??? Is it???

Catfish: Sorry man, I don't work here...I just heard they had a big star from DBW, and I was just talking to him!

Taylor: Those good-for-nothing said that about m-

Catfish: Yeah, Jack Tyler's doin' well...catch ya later Shadewolf!!

Taylor: Ugh..I am the Lone Gunman...TCW's past, present and future, TCW's maker, TCW's saviour...the "Lone Gunman" John Taylor!!!

{Tony Blake is gone before Gunman realises so Taylor gets in the elevator, as the scene fades out. The scene opens again on what looks to be a higher floor of the building. A furnished, red carpet lines the floors as Taylor makes his way towards an Interview studio. He whistles as he walks alone down an empty corridor. He comes to an intersection of long stretches of doors on either side, he opts for the left hand side and heads for a door which reads "Studio 13". Taylor pulls open the door, and to his surprises, quite a crowd of TCW Fans are in there, as well as various newspaper reporters, but, no interviewer.}

Taylor: What's this? Can't you people get enough gossip and lies from TCW Television that you just need to feed off an interview of mine? You people are a disgrace to the wrestling industry, you are nothing but a bunch of loud mouthed hypocrites, you boo me at Lockdown, yet you show up in numbers for MY interview, expecting me to forgive you all, well you must be mistak....

{A fan stands up and interupts, with...}

Fan: We're not here for you...we were here for Tyler's interview a few minutes ago, Loser!!!

Taylor: Tyler, Tyler, Tyler!! I am sick of it!!! What is it with you people??? Can't you get enough of this gearbox, this egomaniac Jack "Bengal" Tyler??? You "people" just don't know talent when you see it...and if talent ripped the skin off your pathetic, insignificant faces you wouldn't even know it.

{The small crowd inside the room start to boo as Taylor verbally bashes them and their hero Jack Tyler.}

Taylor: Forget it...forget it, forget it forget it!!! What is the point in even making contact with you MORONS?? You'll just boo or start some immature chant. Why don't you people just shut the hell up and listen to the Silence...the Silence that this disgrace, this "Pretty Boy" Eric Houston will feel this Friday Night. The Pretty People, the fan favourites are a dying breed, whether it be Kid X, Chris O Neill, Magic, Jack Tyler, or in this case Eric Houston, they will all feel the Silence. Silence is like a cancer, a deadly virus, and it just takes one person to start it. I attempted to light the fuse of this virus at LockDown, but I failed, I succumbed to a storm, the "Desert Storm", GZW's puppet of a former champion. Magic followed me to TCW, because he knew that by not defending his title against the "Lone Gunman", he was not a True Champion. But Magic, defeating me at a cheap Television Show is nothing to be proud of, Magic. I had my guard down, and yes, you beat me, 1...2...3. But what is 1-2-3 Magic? Numbers? Sounds put together to give someone the recognition of knowing they have defeated someone else? Does it matter??? No!! Magic, you can't claim a damn thing over me, except a  bunch of numbers!!! You know you can't make me tap out, you know you can't leave me in a state of unconsciousness...you know I am a true champion, and there is nothing that you can do about it!

{Taylor looks over the crowd of about 20. He sees mostly teenage girls, and one large man wearing a pink T-Shirt and idiotically waving a sign that reads "I LOOOOOVE MAGIC", then when he turns it around, it says on the other side; "REALLY, I DO!!!" Apart from that, he sees a little boy wearing an "I'm with Stupid" T-Shirt.}

Taylor: Oh I guess I just wasted my breath talking to a bunch of hippies, yokels, and..FRUITCAKES???

{The large man starts cheerleading, as Taylor stands up, and with his bag slung over his shoulder, storms out of the room. He paces back down the hall and into the elevator. Three "Ping"s later, he is on the ground floor. Gunman steps out and almost jogs to the exit. Once in the parking lot, he makes it to his van, slides open the door and tosses his bag inside. He reaches into the passenger seat, and grabs a half full bottle of Irish Whiskey. He shuts the door, then climbs up on the bonnet and takes a seat on the roof of the van. He takes the lid of the bottle, and tosses it down to the ground below, then he knocks back a few slugs of Whiskey, dry and straight from the bottle.}

Taylor: So this is how it goes down? The "Lone Gunman" against the "Pretty Boy"??? Is this some kind of joke?? {Takes a big gulp of the whiskey.} Or is this a strange TCW form of punishment for not defeating Magic? This is probably just a conspiracy, TCW sees what a challenge I am, what a threat to their most prized possession, the "Incomparable" Omega. So instead, while Omega is wasting space at the top of the card, they shove me into a joke match, the first match of the card against some boy? This is a man's world, it's not a boy's world. It's not TCW's world, nor is it Omega, Jack Tyler or Magic's world...this is one man, and one man alone's world...{Gulps down more of the drink.} the LONE GUNMAN's World. This match will just be a practice, a training match for what lies ahead, for what I deserve, TCW's top title, and until then...I'M WAITING!!!!!

{Taylor finishes the whiskey, then throws the glass bottle from the top of the van to the ground, as each glass particle shoots off in a different direction, and the scene fades out.}