Voice: "This is your captain speaking. The flight to Missisouri is due to land in roughly two and a half hours. We are expecting to reach an altitude of around 4000 feet. The air hosts will be around shortly to ensure you are comfortable. We hope you have a nice flight. Thank you"
(Nathan grins as an air stewardess appears from behind a blue curtain in front of him. She approaches Nathan, grinning as you would expect)
Stewardess: "Would you like anything sir?"
Nathan: "Would it be possible to get a pillow and a drink? Jack Daniels and coke if you wouldn't mind"
Stewardess: "Certainly sir. Will that be all?"
(Nathan smiles politely)
Nathan: "For now"
(The stewardess smiles back before going to serve the man behind Nathan, all dressed up in a business suit and looking as nervous as hell. Nathan turns back to the front and picks up a pair of headphones. He looks atthem but puts them down as the scene swings to in front of him, focussing on his face. He looks at the camera and smiles)
Nathan: "Hurse, this is an interesting situation you have placed me in. While I should be fuming with rage and anger about you insulting me so heavily and in such an interesting fashion, I also feel the strange need to take you to one side and comfort you. To tell you that it will all be all right soon enough. You seem to be debating your own sanity. You sit there and talk to yourself for hours on end, scrawling the words Courtesy Call on your walls and clothing. You say your not jealous of me? In which case you must be obsessed. To spend your time thinking of different ways to humiliate me like that is outstanding. Tothink that is all your life seems to be building up to at this moment in time. Finding a way to make me feel two feet tall. Unfortunately it hasn't seemed to have worked. I still am here, still working at being me. You would have me believe that all I say is complete filth, and that all I do is some sort of big repetition. Well I gues that happens when each and every week you get an opponent who does the same thing"
(Nathan clears his throat and puts on a slightly higher pitched sqieaky voice)
Nathan: "Courtesy Call, courtesy call. Look Nathan just said Courtesy Call again. Lets use that to try and humiliate him. I beg of you to find something different. I mean apparently I have a vast array of thing for you to pick at. Why don't you use my name? Oh wait...no Johnny used that one. Apparenty having the name Nathan is a severe disability in social standing. Might explain why I am first class. Ok then why don't you take the piss out of my nationality. Wait...been done too. Sean Johnson refered to me as a fish and chip eating substitute teacher. Hmmm...what else? I know my technique...oh wait. Hellkat refered to it as boring or something. I tend to not listen to her anymore...she is just like everybody else. Trying to be different but ending up the same. Your quickly falling into that trap too Hurse. The master of control is being driven towards a circle of despair. He is being tken to a place where he falls into the same boring routine everybody else eventually does. Who am I to talk about boring routines you might say...actually I know you will say it bu thats not the point. The point is I can talk about it because although I may fall into the routine from time to time I can also break free of it. It doesn't control me, like it does you"
(The stewardess now returns to Nathan. She hands him a pillow, which he graciously accepts and places behind his head. She also folds out a small table that lays accross Nathan's right hand side. On it she places a JD and coke with a few cubes of ice. Nathan smiles)
Nathan: "By the way when is lunch being served?"
Stewardess: "In about half an hours time sir. Is there anything in particular you would like? We have chicken, steak, or fish"
Nathan: "I'll take the chicken thank you"
Stewardess: "Certainly sir"
(Nathan smiles at the stewardess again and as she walks off he takes a sip of his drink. He smiles to himself and nods approvingly. He turns back to the camera)
Nathan: "Where was I? Oh yes. Uncontrollable. Well I suppose that isn't entirely true. (Sarcastically speaking) Oh gosh did I tell another lie Hurse? Damn me. I guess I lie about a lot. Well maybe I should get a few truths off my chest. First things first my entire life is a charade. I am actually a well trained actor from Oxford. This whole wrestling routine was to give wonderful people like you a chance to vent your pent up rage and angst. Secondly, I didn' really win the World Title. That was a clever scam, all digitized for your well being. I never was champion. I am in fact completely useless as a wrestler"
(Nathan pauses for a moment allowing the sarcasm to settle in)
Nathan: "You got that, right Hurse? Sarcasm? As in I was actually taking the piss. No? Ah well you try these things...where was I again? I keep getting side tracked. Oh yes...uncontrollable, and it's slight untruth. Well I don't like to be pushed around and told what to do, that much is true, but I can be controlled. I mean what stopped me running up that ramp and nailing you, Johnny boy and that russian blob Boris after you screwed me? I'll tell you what did. The one thing that truly controls me. Common sense"
(Nathan takes another sip of his drink. He places the glass on the table and looks back at the camera)
Nathan: "Common sense dictated that if I had run up there I would have gotten beaten down again, three on one. Granted I would have gotten a few decent shots in but not enough to do any real damage. So I bide my time until Friday when I get to have a measure of revenge on you and Johnny boy, who for all accounts has fallen into some sort of shallow abyss and has forgotten how to use his legs, or indeed mouth. Still, this is going to be the main event. The one which you claim the ULW has got backwards. The thing in which you say the worst hog the limelight. Surely your applying this to yourself and Johnny too. Or are you both an exception to this hidden rule? If you are then please by all means prove it to me by winning. However, if not then surely you are as bad as you claim Cruze and I are? Surely you are so bad that you deserve a place in the main event too? If not then why don't you just accept a spot in the shallow end and go back to winning what your good at. Which in your case Hurse would be those special jackets. The ones that ties at the back"
(Nathan laughs to himself quietly)
Nathan: "Orlando and I aren't exactly on speaking terms right now, but suffice to say that in the end it won't matter. We will be the ones looking at you both walking up that ramp with your heads hung in shame. I believe Cruze said it best when he said that while we know our problem, and we will sort it out, you two don't realise the obvious. Creative Control is dead in the water, and we will show that come Friday. I know you would just love me to spout off a catchphrase here now wouldn't you?"
(The camera zoom into Creed's face slightly)
Nathan: "You don't always get what you wish for Hurse"
(The camera slowly zooms out as Nathan picks up the headphones again, this time placing them on his head. He leans back into his pillow further and closes his eyes, content. He sips on his drink as the scene fades away slowly)
