Post by Pepsi on May 19, 2012 12:21:56 GMT -4
*When we last saw Finn McGannigan he was at the Waxman Tuxedo House, looking for Billy Pepsi. Unfortunately for Finn, he had left his wallet with an untrusting taxi driver, who then took off with Billy Pepsi as his passenger. Finn has not yet realized his taxi has left. He is speaking to a sharp dressed man in the tuxedo shop.*
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Hello sir, how may I be of service?
FINN: I'm looking for an idiotic weasel who was probably here a short time ago.
*The tuxedo shop guy nods with recognition.*
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Oh yes, you are probably referring to Mr. Pepsi. Nice guy, tips well, but not very bright at all.
*Finn sighs with relief that someone finally agrees with his assessment of Billy.*
FINN: That's him alright. Do you know where he is?
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Well, when we were doing the tuxedo fitting, he mentioned he wanted to make his mark at the Ballroom on Sunday. I asked him if he had ever had Ballroom dancing lessons. When he told me he hadn't I sent him to my friend Elsie. She is the best Ballroom dance teacher in Montreal. He seemed very excited at the prospect.
*Finn smacks himself in the forehead with frustration.*
FINN: That dummy! It's a Ballroom Brawl, not a Ballroom Dance. Can you tell me where I can find this Elsie?
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Information is for paying customers only.
*The man holds out his hand expecting a tip for the info. Finn rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket. He then remembers that he left his wallet with the taxi driver. Finn goes outside to get some cash. When he sees that the taxi is gone his eyes bug out. He looks both ways down the street to see if he can spot it. Finn sees no sign of the taxi. He looks over at a young lady sitting on a bench.*
FINN: Excuse me young lady. Did you see where the taxicab I arrived in went.
YOUNG LADY: Yes, I did see him. He left with a good looking young man just after you went into the shop.
FINN: Did you see which way he went?
YOUNG LADY: Yes, he went that way.
*She points down the street. Finn nods to her and quickly wheels off in the direction she pointed. Finn is beat red and fuming with anger. He shouts out at the top of his lungs.*
FINN: I'M GONNA KILL YOU CAB DRIVER!
*People all step away from Finn thinking he is some kind of crazy man. As Finn comes to an intersection a stretch limousine turns the corner and blocks his way. Finn slams his hand on the limo in frustration.*
FINN: Out of my way! Can't you see I'm walking here?
*The back door of the limo opens and a well dressed corporate type man pokes his head out.*
CORPORATE MAN: Good day Mr. McGannigan. I am Elliot Von Wilderspin, it is about time we meet.
*The man speaks with a creepy European accent. Finn looks puzzled.*
FINN: I'd love to stay and chat and find out why you know my name, but right now I have to track down a cab driver who stole my wallet, and a complete moron who thinks he doesn't have to listen to me.
VON WILDERSPIN: No worries, we know exactly where Billy is, and the cab driver is there with him. Please ride with me Mr. McGannigan, we have much to discuss.
*Finn is clearly confused, but after spending the last month with Billy non stop, he's pretty used to be confused. Finn shrugs and hops off his chair into the limo. The driver puts his chair in the back and the limo drives away. About 20 minutes later the limo arrives outside the dance studio. The driver brings the wheelchair around and opens the door. We join Finn and Von Wilderspin in the middle of there conversation.*
VON WILDERSPIN: ...So you see why it's so important to us for Billy to get on the winning path. I hope we have an understanding.
*Von Wilderspin hands Finn a wad of cash and smiles. Finn's eyes light up as he looks at the cash.*
FINN: We do indeed. You can count on me, I won't let you down.
*Finn hops into his wheelchair. As he prepares to wheel away, Von Wilderspin grabs him by the arm.*
VON WILDERSPIN: Oh, Mr. McGannigan, one more thing. Would it kill you to where the leprechaun hat when you're out in public. Without it you're just an average joe in a wheelchair. We like our representatives to have pizzazz.
*Finn hangs his head. Clearly frustrated but not wanting to rock the boat after being given a wad of cash, Finn reaches into a bag and pulls out his leprechaun hat, and puts it on. Von Wilderspin smiles.*
VON WILDERSPIN: Very good Mr. McGannigan. We will be in touch.
*Von Wilderspin closes the door and the limo drives away. Finn looks over at the taxi cab in the parking lot and growls. He wheels into the dance studio and is shocked by what he sees. An old lady who resembles the queen, and is dressed in an evening gown is standing on the dance floor. Beside her is Billy Pepsi doing a Ballroom Dance with the thief cab driver. Billy and the taxi driver both gracefully dance on the dance floor. Finn's rage over his stolen wallet suddenly turns to laughter at the sight of the two men dancing. Billy twirls the taxi driver, and then for a grand finale Billy lifts the cab driver into the air and slowly lowers him into one final embrace. Finn nearly falls out of his chair laughing so hard.*
ELSIE: Wonderful Mr. Pepsi. You have made amazing progress today.
TAXI DRIVER: Hey, what about me. Did you see my twirl?
ELSIE: I'm sorry, but I just didn't feel the passion from you.
*The taxi driver hangs his head in shame. Billy smiles with a huge grin. He then notices Finn on the dance floor. Finn is beat red, only this time it's because he was laughing so hard that he has to gasp for air. Billy gives a dopey wave.*
BILLY: Finn! Did you see me? I'm making amazing progress Elsie says.
*The taxi driver now notices Finn as well. Fear comes across his face.*
TAXI DRIVER: I uh.... he uh... uh...
*The taxi driver throws Finn's wallet across the room and runs out the back door. Finn laughs and Billy yells after him.*
BILLY: Thanks for practicing with me! Don't worry, you'll get that twirl right one day!
*Billy leans in to Elsie.*
BILLY: Fat chance.
*Elsie and Billy both laugh.*
BILLY: Well Elsie, it was good to work with you today. Thank you for teaching me to dance.
ELSIE: It was my pleasure young man. You have a natural talent and grace about you. You remind me of a young Bing Crosby. I hope you knock them dead at the Ballroom tomorrow.
BILLY: That's the plan toots.
*Elsie giggle like a schoolgirl. An 80 year old schoolgirl that is. Billy winks at her and gives her a hug. He then walks towards Finn. Finn has calmed down some now, but still has a smirk as he tries to get the image of Billy dancing with the taxi driver out of his head.*
BILLY: Finn old pal, how did you find me?
FINN: Long story Billy, long, long story.
BILLY: I see you've finally decided to embrace your awesome gimmick.
*Billy motions to the leprechaun hat. Finn frowns.*
FINN: Never mind that. What are you doing here?
BILLY: Well, I just figured I should brush up on my Ballroom dancing skills, just in case they judge us by our dancing skills on Sunday.
*Finn now remembers why he was so irritated with Billy in the first place.*
FINN: It's a fight, not a dancing competition you idiot!
*Billy scratches his head in confusion.*
BILLY: Yeah, but what if they want us to start off the match with a dance off to weed out the weak people.
*Finn's rage now returns. Good thing his face was already red from the laughter. These complexion changes can't be good for him.*
FINN: It's a Ballroom BRAWL dummy! It's a bloody fight! A fight you were supposed to be in the gym preparing for hours ago!
BILLY: But I just figured...
FINN: Shut up! Just shut up! Let's get going. We have some work to do.
*Billy and Finn leave the dance studio. Billy sees the taxi driver by his taxi. The driver looks back and sees Finn. He ducks behind the cab.*
TAXI DRIVER: Please don't hurt me. I was going to bring the wallet back, I promise.
FINN: Don't worry. The image of seeing you dance with Billy erased any anger I had towards you. Tell you what, give us a free ride back to the hotel and we'll call it even.
*The Taxi Driver peaks his head out. He still looks scared.-*
TAXI DRIVER: Really, you aren't mad at me?
FINN: Oh I'm still mad at you, but let's just say that you taking off on me brought me a change in fortune.
TAXI DRIVER: Ok then. A free ride it is.
*Billy and Finn get into the cab. The driver puts Finn's wheelchair in the trunk. The driver hops in and starts to drive back to the Hotel. Billy is grinning like a moron. Finn is not so impressed.*
BILLY: Boy oh boy, what a day. I sure am ready for the Ballroom Brawl know. My nails are nicely manicured, I have a nice fresh haircut, and I have a snazzy new tuxedo. If I might add, the cummerbund is to die for.
FINN: Really, you figure you're ready?
BILLY: Definitely. Nobody is going to look as good as me on Sunday.
*Finn's eye begins to twitch with irritation.*
FINN: You still don't get it do you? This isn't about who looks the best or who is the most well dressed. This is about who can be the best brawler. Your little wasted day out on the town is completely meaningless. When your competition is preparing for the match, you're preparing for a party. Yarmouth has been working hard in the gym with his manager Jason Royce.
BILLY: Oh please, we both know Yarmouth doesn't really stand a chance. It doesn't matter how hard he works out, or who he's working out with. I outlasted him at Rasselmania, and I'll outlast him again. Jason Royce can teach Yarmouth all he wants, you can't teach talent. You either have it or you don't, and Yarmouth don't... or doesn't.
FINN: Fine I'll give you that one, but you don't see Johnny Sykes fussing over his tuxedo, or getting dance lessons. You can't deny his talent.
BILLY: Sure he has talent, but that can only take him so far. His laid back surfer dude demeanor holds him back from having the killer instinct he needs to win a match like this. Besides, the guy has completely underestimated me. As long as he still sees Nick Watson, and A.C. Smith as his only real competition, I will be able to slip passed him.
FINN: But he seems so fired up over you supposedly stealing his gimmick. He even called you a wannabe. He wants to knock you out really bad.
BILLY: Pfft... That's ridiculous. If I was going to steal his gimmick I'd be all like, "Yo, I'm just a cool surfer dude. I like to say I'm funny, but really I'm just a super big lame-o who tries to hard to be cool." Does that sound like me? No. Johnny Sykes and I are nothing alike, and resent him trying to put me on his level. I'm much funnier than he is, I'm much cooler too. I can't wait to put that dope in his place and show him that he's not better than me. I may not be on his radar as a threat now, but after this match he will darn sure know how threatening I am.
TAXI DRIVER: You tell him Mr. Pepsi. Testify my brother.
*Billy high fives the driver and Finn shoots the driver a dirty look.*
FINN: Keep your eyes on the road and mind your own business.
*The driver looks scared again he focuses on the road. Finn's irritation with Billy rises.*
FINN: You're missing the point though Billy. The point is, your opponents are taking this match much more seriously than you. Take Nick Watson for example. He seems to believe he is fighting for some sort of greater cause. He feels he's fighting for the people. A man who's fighting for a cause is always dangerous.
BILLY: Ha, what a douche. Any idiot knows that fighting for the people is the stupidest thing you can do. I even know that. People are fickle, they'll love you one moment and turn on you the next. As soon as the fans realize that the only thing Sensational about Nick Watson are his claims of greatness they'll turn on the boy scout.
FINN: But remember, like Yarmouth he's got some heavy hitters in his corner. Pence Weatherlight and Madok Mortalis are pretty well known around APW. Pence is even a former world champion.
BILLY: Pence Weatherlight and Madok Mortalis? Those are the worst names I've ever heard. They sound like freaking Star Wars characters. I can picture it now, Star Wars episode 7, Jedi Knight Pence Weatherlight vs. Sith Lord Darth Mortalis.
*Billy makes lightsaber sounds and the Taxi Driver bursts out laughing.*
TAXI DRIVER: Ha ha, this guy kills me.
*Finn shoots him another dirty look.*
FINN: Cram it cabbie!
BILLY: I really don't care who he hangs out with. Especially not if it's the ultra fickle Pence Weatherlight. He's here one minute, and the poof, gone the next. Nick Watson's performance will be the same. One moment he'll be focusing on "The Big 2" Dita, and Smith, and then poof, he'll be out like a light courtesy of yours truly.
FINN: He may be wise to focus on A.C. Smith. He has quite the list of past accomplishments. He may just be a force to be reckoned with.
BILLY: A.C. Smith is a man in love with his own hype. He spent all this time trying to make himself out to be the second coming of Christ or something. Everyone waited with anticipation, and were surprised to find out that he's just another arrogant meathead. I don't care about his accomplishments, I don't care about who he has beaten, or who hasn't been able to beat him. That has absolutely nothing to do with me. I'm not everyone else he's faced. Besides this is an entirely different kind of match. He's a guy who is coming out looking for a straight ahead fight. I know if I stand toe to toe with the guy, he'll crush me. I'm not stupid enough to stand toe to toe with the guy.
FINN: But remember, he did get the better of you on Overdrive, and you tried to sneak attack him then.
BILLY: That was different. The only other guy in the ring was an unconscious Assassin. This time he'll have 5 other people to focus on. It won't take long for him to be distracted, especially since he seems to think I'll be easy to dispose of.
FINN: What about Dita Morgan?
BILLY: What about her?
*Finn stares into space trying to come up with something to say.*
BILLY: You see, there's nothing to say about her. Everyone I have heard has talked about how great she is, and what a great future she has. I have heard so many people including some of my opponents talk about her like she's a legitimate threat, but I just don't see it. I don't think she sees it either. She didn't come across as someone filled with confidence in her interview. Why everyone thinks she is so good is beyond me, she has shown me nothing. Sunday will be no different.
FINN: Ok, but you are still missing the point, you need to be more focused on this match. I need you to get back on the winning path. It's very important that you don't lose this one.
BILLY: Don't worry Finn, I know exactly what I'm doing. In this kind of match, I don't have to be tougher, or stronger than the competition. I just need to be sneakier. I just need to law low and pick my spots. That's the beauty of an elimination style match. I really don't have to do anything but knock out the last of my 5 opponents left standing. Piece of cake.
TAXI DRIVER: Mr. Pepsi is right. He's got this in the bag baby.
FINN: I told you just be quiet and drive.
TAXI DRIVER: But we are already here. We've been here for the last 5 minutes.
FINN: Why didn't you say something?
BILLY: What can I say? I'm starstruck, I love this guy.
*The taxi driver exchanges another high five with Billy. Finn rolls his eyes, and gets on to his wheelchair when the driver brings it around. Finn starts to wheel away.*
FINN: Alright, now let's get you into the gym.
*Finn looks back at Billy, but Billy isn't behind him. The taxicab speeds away and Billy yells out the window.*
BILLY: So long sucker!
*Finn turns the familiar shade of red and yells out in frustration. He goes back into the hotel defeated as Billy and the cab driver holler out the window as they speed away.*
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Hello sir, how may I be of service?
FINN: I'm looking for an idiotic weasel who was probably here a short time ago.
*The tuxedo shop guy nods with recognition.*
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Oh yes, you are probably referring to Mr. Pepsi. Nice guy, tips well, but not very bright at all.
*Finn sighs with relief that someone finally agrees with his assessment of Billy.*
FINN: That's him alright. Do you know where he is?
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Well, when we were doing the tuxedo fitting, he mentioned he wanted to make his mark at the Ballroom on Sunday. I asked him if he had ever had Ballroom dancing lessons. When he told me he hadn't I sent him to my friend Elsie. She is the best Ballroom dance teacher in Montreal. He seemed very excited at the prospect.
*Finn smacks himself in the forehead with frustration.*
FINN: That dummy! It's a Ballroom Brawl, not a Ballroom Dance. Can you tell me where I can find this Elsie?
SHARP DRESSED MAN: Information is for paying customers only.
*The man holds out his hand expecting a tip for the info. Finn rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket. He then remembers that he left his wallet with the taxi driver. Finn goes outside to get some cash. When he sees that the taxi is gone his eyes bug out. He looks both ways down the street to see if he can spot it. Finn sees no sign of the taxi. He looks over at a young lady sitting on a bench.*
FINN: Excuse me young lady. Did you see where the taxicab I arrived in went.
YOUNG LADY: Yes, I did see him. He left with a good looking young man just after you went into the shop.
FINN: Did you see which way he went?
YOUNG LADY: Yes, he went that way.
*She points down the street. Finn nods to her and quickly wheels off in the direction she pointed. Finn is beat red and fuming with anger. He shouts out at the top of his lungs.*
FINN: I'M GONNA KILL YOU CAB DRIVER!
*People all step away from Finn thinking he is some kind of crazy man. As Finn comes to an intersection a stretch limousine turns the corner and blocks his way. Finn slams his hand on the limo in frustration.*
FINN: Out of my way! Can't you see I'm walking here?
*The back door of the limo opens and a well dressed corporate type man pokes his head out.*
CORPORATE MAN: Good day Mr. McGannigan. I am Elliot Von Wilderspin, it is about time we meet.
*The man speaks with a creepy European accent. Finn looks puzzled.*
FINN: I'd love to stay and chat and find out why you know my name, but right now I have to track down a cab driver who stole my wallet, and a complete moron who thinks he doesn't have to listen to me.
VON WILDERSPIN: No worries, we know exactly where Billy is, and the cab driver is there with him. Please ride with me Mr. McGannigan, we have much to discuss.
*Finn is clearly confused, but after spending the last month with Billy non stop, he's pretty used to be confused. Finn shrugs and hops off his chair into the limo. The driver puts his chair in the back and the limo drives away. About 20 minutes later the limo arrives outside the dance studio. The driver brings the wheelchair around and opens the door. We join Finn and Von Wilderspin in the middle of there conversation.*
VON WILDERSPIN: ...So you see why it's so important to us for Billy to get on the winning path. I hope we have an understanding.
*Von Wilderspin hands Finn a wad of cash and smiles. Finn's eyes light up as he looks at the cash.*
FINN: We do indeed. You can count on me, I won't let you down.
*Finn hops into his wheelchair. As he prepares to wheel away, Von Wilderspin grabs him by the arm.*
VON WILDERSPIN: Oh, Mr. McGannigan, one more thing. Would it kill you to where the leprechaun hat when you're out in public. Without it you're just an average joe in a wheelchair. We like our representatives to have pizzazz.
*Finn hangs his head. Clearly frustrated but not wanting to rock the boat after being given a wad of cash, Finn reaches into a bag and pulls out his leprechaun hat, and puts it on. Von Wilderspin smiles.*
VON WILDERSPIN: Very good Mr. McGannigan. We will be in touch.
*Von Wilderspin closes the door and the limo drives away. Finn looks over at the taxi cab in the parking lot and growls. He wheels into the dance studio and is shocked by what he sees. An old lady who resembles the queen, and is dressed in an evening gown is standing on the dance floor. Beside her is Billy Pepsi doing a Ballroom Dance with the thief cab driver. Billy and the taxi driver both gracefully dance on the dance floor. Finn's rage over his stolen wallet suddenly turns to laughter at the sight of the two men dancing. Billy twirls the taxi driver, and then for a grand finale Billy lifts the cab driver into the air and slowly lowers him into one final embrace. Finn nearly falls out of his chair laughing so hard.*
ELSIE: Wonderful Mr. Pepsi. You have made amazing progress today.
TAXI DRIVER: Hey, what about me. Did you see my twirl?
ELSIE: I'm sorry, but I just didn't feel the passion from you.
*The taxi driver hangs his head in shame. Billy smiles with a huge grin. He then notices Finn on the dance floor. Finn is beat red, only this time it's because he was laughing so hard that he has to gasp for air. Billy gives a dopey wave.*
BILLY: Finn! Did you see me? I'm making amazing progress Elsie says.
*The taxi driver now notices Finn as well. Fear comes across his face.*
TAXI DRIVER: I uh.... he uh... uh...
*The taxi driver throws Finn's wallet across the room and runs out the back door. Finn laughs and Billy yells after him.*
BILLY: Thanks for practicing with me! Don't worry, you'll get that twirl right one day!
*Billy leans in to Elsie.*
BILLY: Fat chance.
*Elsie and Billy both laugh.*
BILLY: Well Elsie, it was good to work with you today. Thank you for teaching me to dance.
ELSIE: It was my pleasure young man. You have a natural talent and grace about you. You remind me of a young Bing Crosby. I hope you knock them dead at the Ballroom tomorrow.
BILLY: That's the plan toots.
*Elsie giggle like a schoolgirl. An 80 year old schoolgirl that is. Billy winks at her and gives her a hug. He then walks towards Finn. Finn has calmed down some now, but still has a smirk as he tries to get the image of Billy dancing with the taxi driver out of his head.*
BILLY: Finn old pal, how did you find me?
FINN: Long story Billy, long, long story.
BILLY: I see you've finally decided to embrace your awesome gimmick.
*Billy motions to the leprechaun hat. Finn frowns.*
FINN: Never mind that. What are you doing here?
BILLY: Well, I just figured I should brush up on my Ballroom dancing skills, just in case they judge us by our dancing skills on Sunday.
*Finn now remembers why he was so irritated with Billy in the first place.*
FINN: It's a fight, not a dancing competition you idiot!
*Billy scratches his head in confusion.*
BILLY: Yeah, but what if they want us to start off the match with a dance off to weed out the weak people.
*Finn's rage now returns. Good thing his face was already red from the laughter. These complexion changes can't be good for him.*
FINN: It's a Ballroom BRAWL dummy! It's a bloody fight! A fight you were supposed to be in the gym preparing for hours ago!
BILLY: But I just figured...
FINN: Shut up! Just shut up! Let's get going. We have some work to do.
*Billy and Finn leave the dance studio. Billy sees the taxi driver by his taxi. The driver looks back and sees Finn. He ducks behind the cab.*
TAXI DRIVER: Please don't hurt me. I was going to bring the wallet back, I promise.
FINN: Don't worry. The image of seeing you dance with Billy erased any anger I had towards you. Tell you what, give us a free ride back to the hotel and we'll call it even.
*The Taxi Driver peaks his head out. He still looks scared.-*
TAXI DRIVER: Really, you aren't mad at me?
FINN: Oh I'm still mad at you, but let's just say that you taking off on me brought me a change in fortune.
TAXI DRIVER: Ok then. A free ride it is.
*Billy and Finn get into the cab. The driver puts Finn's wheelchair in the trunk. The driver hops in and starts to drive back to the Hotel. Billy is grinning like a moron. Finn is not so impressed.*
BILLY: Boy oh boy, what a day. I sure am ready for the Ballroom Brawl know. My nails are nicely manicured, I have a nice fresh haircut, and I have a snazzy new tuxedo. If I might add, the cummerbund is to die for.
FINN: Really, you figure you're ready?
BILLY: Definitely. Nobody is going to look as good as me on Sunday.
*Finn's eye begins to twitch with irritation.*
FINN: You still don't get it do you? This isn't about who looks the best or who is the most well dressed. This is about who can be the best brawler. Your little wasted day out on the town is completely meaningless. When your competition is preparing for the match, you're preparing for a party. Yarmouth has been working hard in the gym with his manager Jason Royce.
BILLY: Oh please, we both know Yarmouth doesn't really stand a chance. It doesn't matter how hard he works out, or who he's working out with. I outlasted him at Rasselmania, and I'll outlast him again. Jason Royce can teach Yarmouth all he wants, you can't teach talent. You either have it or you don't, and Yarmouth don't... or doesn't.
FINN: Fine I'll give you that one, but you don't see Johnny Sykes fussing over his tuxedo, or getting dance lessons. You can't deny his talent.
BILLY: Sure he has talent, but that can only take him so far. His laid back surfer dude demeanor holds him back from having the killer instinct he needs to win a match like this. Besides, the guy has completely underestimated me. As long as he still sees Nick Watson, and A.C. Smith as his only real competition, I will be able to slip passed him.
FINN: But he seems so fired up over you supposedly stealing his gimmick. He even called you a wannabe. He wants to knock you out really bad.
BILLY: Pfft... That's ridiculous. If I was going to steal his gimmick I'd be all like, "Yo, I'm just a cool surfer dude. I like to say I'm funny, but really I'm just a super big lame-o who tries to hard to be cool." Does that sound like me? No. Johnny Sykes and I are nothing alike, and resent him trying to put me on his level. I'm much funnier than he is, I'm much cooler too. I can't wait to put that dope in his place and show him that he's not better than me. I may not be on his radar as a threat now, but after this match he will darn sure know how threatening I am.
TAXI DRIVER: You tell him Mr. Pepsi. Testify my brother.
*Billy high fives the driver and Finn shoots the driver a dirty look.*
FINN: Keep your eyes on the road and mind your own business.
*The driver looks scared again he focuses on the road. Finn's irritation with Billy rises.*
FINN: You're missing the point though Billy. The point is, your opponents are taking this match much more seriously than you. Take Nick Watson for example. He seems to believe he is fighting for some sort of greater cause. He feels he's fighting for the people. A man who's fighting for a cause is always dangerous.
BILLY: Ha, what a douche. Any idiot knows that fighting for the people is the stupidest thing you can do. I even know that. People are fickle, they'll love you one moment and turn on you the next. As soon as the fans realize that the only thing Sensational about Nick Watson are his claims of greatness they'll turn on the boy scout.
FINN: But remember, like Yarmouth he's got some heavy hitters in his corner. Pence Weatherlight and Madok Mortalis are pretty well known around APW. Pence is even a former world champion.
BILLY: Pence Weatherlight and Madok Mortalis? Those are the worst names I've ever heard. They sound like freaking Star Wars characters. I can picture it now, Star Wars episode 7, Jedi Knight Pence Weatherlight vs. Sith Lord Darth Mortalis.
*Billy makes lightsaber sounds and the Taxi Driver bursts out laughing.*
TAXI DRIVER: Ha ha, this guy kills me.
*Finn shoots him another dirty look.*
FINN: Cram it cabbie!
BILLY: I really don't care who he hangs out with. Especially not if it's the ultra fickle Pence Weatherlight. He's here one minute, and the poof, gone the next. Nick Watson's performance will be the same. One moment he'll be focusing on "The Big 2" Dita, and Smith, and then poof, he'll be out like a light courtesy of yours truly.
FINN: He may be wise to focus on A.C. Smith. He has quite the list of past accomplishments. He may just be a force to be reckoned with.
BILLY: A.C. Smith is a man in love with his own hype. He spent all this time trying to make himself out to be the second coming of Christ or something. Everyone waited with anticipation, and were surprised to find out that he's just another arrogant meathead. I don't care about his accomplishments, I don't care about who he has beaten, or who hasn't been able to beat him. That has absolutely nothing to do with me. I'm not everyone else he's faced. Besides this is an entirely different kind of match. He's a guy who is coming out looking for a straight ahead fight. I know if I stand toe to toe with the guy, he'll crush me. I'm not stupid enough to stand toe to toe with the guy.
FINN: But remember, he did get the better of you on Overdrive, and you tried to sneak attack him then.
BILLY: That was different. The only other guy in the ring was an unconscious Assassin. This time he'll have 5 other people to focus on. It won't take long for him to be distracted, especially since he seems to think I'll be easy to dispose of.
FINN: What about Dita Morgan?
BILLY: What about her?
*Finn stares into space trying to come up with something to say.*
BILLY: You see, there's nothing to say about her. Everyone I have heard has talked about how great she is, and what a great future she has. I have heard so many people including some of my opponents talk about her like she's a legitimate threat, but I just don't see it. I don't think she sees it either. She didn't come across as someone filled with confidence in her interview. Why everyone thinks she is so good is beyond me, she has shown me nothing. Sunday will be no different.
FINN: Ok, but you are still missing the point, you need to be more focused on this match. I need you to get back on the winning path. It's very important that you don't lose this one.
BILLY: Don't worry Finn, I know exactly what I'm doing. In this kind of match, I don't have to be tougher, or stronger than the competition. I just need to be sneakier. I just need to law low and pick my spots. That's the beauty of an elimination style match. I really don't have to do anything but knock out the last of my 5 opponents left standing. Piece of cake.
TAXI DRIVER: Mr. Pepsi is right. He's got this in the bag baby.
FINN: I told you just be quiet and drive.
TAXI DRIVER: But we are already here. We've been here for the last 5 minutes.
FINN: Why didn't you say something?
BILLY: What can I say? I'm starstruck, I love this guy.
*The taxi driver exchanges another high five with Billy. Finn rolls his eyes, and gets on to his wheelchair when the driver brings it around. Finn starts to wheel away.*
FINN: Alright, now let's get you into the gym.
*Finn looks back at Billy, but Billy isn't behind him. The taxicab speeds away and Billy yells out the window.*
BILLY: So long sucker!
*Finn turns the familiar shade of red and yells out in frustration. He goes back into the hotel defeated as Billy and the cab driver holler out the window as they speed away.*
