| Subject: Threats mean nothing, for I fear nobody... |
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John Taylor
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Date Posted: 17:59:19 01/08/02 Tue
Scene opens at the HWA arena, where the staff does their final preperations for Tuesday Terror. The camera is watching the back doors as John Taylor walks in with a gym bag in hand. He goes towards his dressing room when Steve Rider stops him.
SR: John, can I have a word with you about tonight?
JT: Like annoying other people just as they walk in?
SR: Uh......
JT: Don't bother saying anything, Steve. That's what you reporters are paided to do. Pry into every single wrestler that's around.
SR: Not exactly......
JT: No, it is exactly that, Steve. Don't bother with questions, because I already know what I'm going to address. Dante, the reason I called you a rookie is very god damn simple. You ARE a rookie. This is your first time wrestling in this federation, therefore, to many of us, you are a rookie. And if you don't like that, too damn bad.
And your threats about having your hand around my neck? Your point being what? I've heard that same threat and I have been in that same situation. It means nothing to me, Dante, absolutely nothing. I have gotten out of those same situations myself, and I have come out on top. You never take somebody like me granted. Besides DBR, I will be one of your worst opponents you will face in this league because I know how to strike, when to strike, and how hard. So just because you have me locked in some manuever doesn't mean you have me in your grasp. I know how to get out of the worst possible situations. Don't think about a win, cause you'll be lucky if you can walk out of the ring by yourself.
Another thing is that you don't use intemedation on me. Because I fear nobody. I never back away from any challenge. I fight until the very end. And I never, EVER, give up unless I'm in a coma or I'm dead. So don't think of me as some pushover, for I'm more like a road block in your path. One road block that will not be easily moved out of the way. So go ahead and bring that little bat of yours, Dante, because your going to need it for our match tonight.
And Steve, don't ever do this again, you understand? Or else I will go DBR on you.
SR: Uh, ok.
Taylor says nothing and walks away. The scene switches to Taylor locker room. He walks in, throws his bag in the room, and before turning the lights on he hears an "oof" of somekind. He turns on the lights to see Sean Huntin sitting in a chair, holding unto the bag and rubbing his head.
SH: God damn, man, what the hell is in here, a brick?
JT: Two bricks.
The two urupt in laughter.
JT: So, what are you doing here?
SH: I got some front row seats tonight. Me and Allison will cheer you on in your match. Plus if something goes wrong I can jump in and help.
JT: Where then sercurity will take you away......speaking of such, how did you get back here?
SH: Said I was giving a message to you. Dude, I saw Dante's promo. Looks like he wants to kill you.
JT: What else is new?
SH: Why does everybody want to kill you?
JT: They are jealous of my charming good looks?
Sean chuckles a little.
SH: That's so bullshit, I'm the one with the charming good looks. Your the one with the ruggish good looks.
Taylor straches his head.
JT: That what they said about me?
SH: Well, it was a few years ago. Listen, shows going to start soon so I better get back before Allison starts hurting people. Good luck man, and I mean that.
They shake hands and Huntin walks away. Taylor goes and starts unpacking some of this stuff. He stops for a moment and takes a look around the dressing room.
JT: It's good to be back. And my true return will be to put that rookie, Dante, in his place.
Scene fades.
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