| CB | Date: Saturday, 2011/09/03, 0:24 AM | Message # 1 |
 Curtain Jerker
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| The scene opens up right after the Number 1 Contender Match as a barrage of cheers are heard as El Pablo is announced as the winner as you see Crimson Blaze walking away from the ring, his head bowed down once again with despair wrapped around his face. CB stops to look back at the ring with EP celebrating as he takes a long drawn-out sigh before continuing on backstage to the back - he looks around as people are clapping watching the many monitors as CB just walks out of the arena not even talking to anyone.
CB: SON OF A BITCH!!!!
The camera opens again to show CB walking down the street, still dressed in his attire from last night's Pay-Per-View as he looks disheveled in appearance, his hair scraggly and a five o' clock shadow is already forming from a very late night of drinking at any bar CB could find. The crew of EWA caught up to CB just as he sits down on a bench in a local park somewhere.
Lewis: Blaze... have you... have you been drinking? You reek of booze.
CB: So fucking what?! I'm tired of being pushed around... All I've ever done is give and give and give and I don't get SHIT back in return other then the occasional "Good job" or "You'll get it next time"... I'm so sick... I feel fucking lost and nothing I do will comprehend anything that I have to offer... What good is an Aerial Specialist if all that happens is you get broken down to the core of your being and sent back home reeling with yet another loss? Lewis... I thought coming here would benefit me, but honestly, maybe I made the wrong choice.... I shouldn't of come back....
Lewis: CRIMSON MOTHERFUCKING BLAZE! DO _NOT_ SAY THAT! You've brought millions to their feet time and time and time again and THIS is how you deal with losses?!
CB stands up and grabs Lewis by the scruff of his neck collar with both fists, CB's eyes bulging out of sheer madness while his face is a flustered red.
CB: YOU OF ALL FUCKING PEOPLE _DO NOT_ YELL AT ME LIKE THAT! I'VE WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET WHERE I'M AT, AND LOOK AT WHERE I'VE BECOME... THE ONLY LEGITIMATE THING I'VE DONE AROUND HERE IS END A CAREER... WHAT GOOD IS THAT ON A RESUME?! TELL ME! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BOUNCE BACK WHEN ALL I GET IS CRITICISM FOR BULLSHIT THAT'S OUT OF MY HANDS?!? MARSHAM BELIEVED IN ME BECAUSE HE SAW ME AS A CHALLENGER TO THE WORLD TITLE, AND NOW, I'M A FUCKING MESS.... DON'T EVER RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME AGAIN LEWIS, WE UNDERSTOOD?!?
Lewis (Literally scared out of his mind): Yes! YES WE'RE UNDERSTOOD! LET ME DOWN PLEASE!
CB drops Lewis to the ground as CB turns and walks away as Lewis is trying to get his composure about him. As CB is walking away, he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and turns it on. After a few minutes, CB flips through his phone book of numbers as a familiar phone number appears as CB's eyes grow wide as he quickly answers it.
CB: DUDE! I was JUST about to call you...
...Is that so?...
...Well I hope everything is going good for you man...
...WAIT... WHAT?!...
...YOU SERIOUS?!....
...DAMN MAN! THAT IS AWESOME NEWS...
...Yeah, I haven't been on the best winning streak actually...
...Hope to see ya soon homie...
...Later.
CB closes his phone as he looks at it for a few before looking up into the camera.
CB: E...W...A. Consider my losing streak officially OVER from this point forward!
CB quickly exits off-screen as the camera fades to black.
What could this mean? And who was it that called Blaze?! Tune into EWA Television to find out!
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