Post by bohannon on Nov 15, 2016 18:12:23 GMT -5
[Bohannon is walking through the airport. He has his bag slung over his shoulder. You’d think after a couple of years in the NAW, he could get some decent luggage, but no…it’s the same oversized dufflebag that we’ve seen him with since his first day here. He looks at the camera and talks as he walks.]
Bohannon: “I’m not sure what it says that we once again are crossing paths. I’d like to think that it’s the NAW recognizing our collective skills. But let’s be honest with each other. Since your last title reign, since my last title reign, we have wandered in the desert. Even the stakes have changed. The last time we met, the NAW tag team titles were on the line. Tomorrow night, we’re curtain jerkers.”
[Bohannon stops for a moment. He looks at the camera, clearly not thrilled with the statement that he just had to make.]
Bohannon: “That’s truth. I get a sense that you recognize that, too. Are your hearts in it? It sure doesn’t seem like it. You seem to be just going through the motions. Grasping at something…anything…to get back that edge that you once had. That said, you could say the same thing back to me. I had been on a decent run as of late. But it seemed that no matter what I did, I couldn’t separate myself from the crowd.”
[Bohannon continues to walk and steps through the door. The cool mountain air hits him and he breathes it in….deeply. He stands for a moment, taking in the new landscape.]
Bohannon: “Then all of a sudden, we have a new owner. What does that mean to me? It’s a chance to show him something. It’s a chance to break from the old and get a fresh start. So Tim and I talked it over, and we decided that the Mid South Syndicate needed to step up. Alice White held that grudge against us since we formed. Alice nursed that grudge show after show, month after month. She did everything she could do to keep us apart…and to keep us down.”
[Bohannon sets off through the parking lot towards the rental area.]
Bohannon: “Two weeks ago, we saw an opportunity to show our passion. When Havoc jumped Tim, he basically showed that he has no respect for us. We wanted to show the new owner that we do not take that sort of thing laying down. People will start to respect us, or we will beat respect out of them. The Mid South Syndicate has not always worn white hats. Our history is a bloody one, make no mistake. Jealousy and envy have led a good many men to try the MSS. Many men have tried to make a name for themselves at our expense. We have not always started the war…but we’ve always finished it.”
[Bohannon arrives at his ride. It must be the oldest, and perhaps only pickup truck in the rental fleet. Bohannon throws his bag in the bed.]
Bohannon: “The blame falls to me, I’m afraid. I tried to bring back the Mid South Syndicate as a civilized, PG era entity. I tried to play nice. Look where it got me. The guys would call me and remind me of my roots. They would tell me I have to be willing to play for blood. At first I resisted. I wanted to simply let my wrestling skills light the way. But time after time, fued after fued, someone always seemed to get the upper hand. Whether it was Noah Hanson, Rocky Hollywood, the Jasons, or Havoc…I always seemed to leave a bullet in the chamber.”
[Bohannon climbs in and fires up the engine. Before closing the door, he turns an offers his parting thoughts.]
Bohannon: “Not anymore. Jeckels, starting tomorrow night, the Mid South Syndicate rises again. Like Sherman split the South and scorched the earth behind him, we are going to burn a path through the NAW that leads straight to the NAW tag team titles. The first to go up in flames is you. We will put you out of your damn misery. We’ll see y’all real soon.”
[Bohannon closes the door and drops the truck in reverse. He backs out and in moments, all you can see are the taillights.]