Post by Alex Castellanos on Dec 30, 2011 18:28:22 GMT -4
No Man is an Island Entire of Itself
Every Man is a Piece of the Continent, a Part of the Main.
Dot by dot, speck by speck, bead by bead, water began to condense on the windows of an apartment in Galveston, Texas. As the temperature slowly dropped from a relatively warm day to cool, crisp night, the moisture in the air could no longer sustain a gaseous state, and in one of the most overlooked parts of nature, it morphed back into a liquid form and clung to the windows. When you look at it closer, you can begin to understand the journey that the vapor has just been through. At some point it had been water from the ocean. Trillions of other droplets and molecules surrounded it, all looking for something. Floating, wishing, hoping. For some reason, this particular droplet had caught the intention of the mighty sun, and, like trillions before it, it took to the sky. It had never respected the ocean, it had never been able to truly grasp the importance of it. It would ask itself, “What difference would it make if I were to leave? There are plenty of others to take my place.” But as it ascended further and further above it’s home, it saw the difference. The water was less blue, it didn’t sway and churn the same way as it once had, and other molecules had to be forced to the top of the sea even though they weren’t ready to take up the responsibly.
There was nothing it could do, it was to far gone. The once welcomed departure was now a sad mistake. It waited weeks and weeks for the winter to come, and for the temperatures to sink lower and lower. He waited weeks and weeks to return to his natural state, a liquid, but he knew deep inside that it would take a miracle to make it back into the ocean again. But, as it condensed and clung with all of it’s hopes and dreams to a meaningless, forgotten window, it realized that life is miraculous, and that you always will find where you belong. It may not be immediately, and it may not come by the means you expected, but it will happen if you wish it to.
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2:38 am. Del Mar Apartments
The room was silent. It was enveloped in a soft darkness, and from the moonlight streaming in from the window, you can see dust particles gently drifting from the air. It was a small space, but an adequate dwelling to say the least. Visible is a table with three chairs and a small kitchen area in the back. In the less illuminated front part of the room, a couch can be seen with small tables on either side. It was a clean and proper place, obviously tended to very carefully and attentively. He had everything he needed here, as it was just him and his thoughts that inhabited this space. Alone, deserted, and unsure, they survive each day thanks only to one another.
A police siren outside prompted a light to come on from behind out view. The click of the switch echoed through the house like it was a cave. Moments passed without sound or movement, and then a man walked out of the room behind us and into the kitchen. It is not until he steps into the window’s grace that we can see his is Alex Castellanos. He was not tired, as he had not been sleeping. He came out of the room with a plain white shirt on and black sweat pants, he had obviously not been out on the town this evening. He pulled out a chair and took a seat at the table. There, he pulled out a phone and made a call. This action had been habitual for him over the past few days.
He let the phone ring for a moment, then set it down onto the table with unmoved eyes. He ran his tongue across his lips and swallowed before he let out a sigh. His neck rolled back and he fell deeper into his chair. He chuckled and then ran his hands over his face. He began to speak to himself like he had done so often over the past few weeks, it was the only thing he had.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Why do I worry about these things? She’s just a girl. She hasn’t done anything for me in months, we haven’t spoken in months. All I can do is think about her, but she has already moved on. I made so many mistakes with her, I hurt her so much, I don’t deserve her anymore anyway. I don’t deserve her, but I want her more than anything right now. I don’t know what do with myself. Maybe I should just die and get it all over with. But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? I’d be cheating.”
Alex stood and walked out of our site to a cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of scotch, and a glass, and took a seat back the table. He poured a swig into the glass and drank it quickly and smoothly. He winced at the burning, then leaned back into his chair once more in thought.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Besides, I have everything I need. I got my job back, and more importantly I can still preform at the level I set for myself when I left Galveston Island Wrestling. I defeated Ace Baldwin in about six seconds, and that Star fellow in about four. As time goes on, so does Aspen Chaud’s fear for me and my abilities. It’s only a matter of time before we officially cross paths again. That will be a great day in my life.”
The phone began to vibrate loudly, it scared Alex. With hope, he picked it up quickly and read the message. But it disappointed him greatly. He shook his head, then focused in on the text again.
“Tomorrow night, let’s roll. I haven’t seen you in ages. A night on the town, right hun? <3 Victoria.”
He sent back a quick confirmation, then sat back into the chair. He took one more swig of the Scotch, then turned the kitchen light out. Once more, everything was dark except for the area surrounding the window. As he departs to his bedroom, we hear Alex mutter one thing…
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“I wish that was Sarah.”
The light clicked out, and silence enveloped the room. Our scene comes to a close with the sound of thunder rumbling in the far distance, and rain beginning to come down on the roof of the apartment.
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11:38 am. Galveston Island Wrestling HQ
Galveston Island Wrestling had recently bought and renovated an old building that stood three stories tall a few blocks away from the ship channel. This building, which was incredibly deteriorated by the from the passage of time, has since been restored to it's formal glory. It's red bricks stuck out against the clouded sky, and they shined through the cold air. Alongside the building, thanks mostly to Amanda Rowland, there were bushes that were full and bright green, but there were also the remnants of flowers that had long since wilted because of the winter. It was a pretty building with a long history, and everyone in Galveston Island Wrestling was proud to call it their headquarters. So proud, in fact, that there was to be a celebration that night at the very place. All GIW stars would be required to attend, but they could bring other a date of course.
This being such a small company, the wrestlers developed a bond for one another. It didn't matter who you liked or didn't like, it was a natural affinity between the members for the roster. Being like such a small town, rumors and gossip spread quickly. Who was coming to the opening tonight with who? Would one roster member come with another? Blake Beckett, being the organized freak that he is, sought to separate the facts from fiction, so he asked all of the roster to come up to the office this morning before the event and finalize any of the extra attendees. He had asked for them to show up around nine, but it was long past nine, and Alex Castellanos had just risen from his bed.
Alex had quickly cleaned himself up, then made his way over to the new head quarters. He looked at the building and was impressed, but wasted no time to ascend the steps and enter the lobby. Beckett was waiting for him there. Dressed in his traditional gray suit, Beckett far out shined Alex and his pajama bottoms.
Blake sighed as Alex walked in the door, but greeted him with a handshake and took him up the stair case to his office on the second floor. This office far exceeded his previous one in almost every imaginable way. There was the brick walls with a view of the bay directly behind his desk. The desk itself was far grander than it was before, and there was a fish tank with several exotic fish swimming inside placed in the corner nearest to the door. Blake told Alex to take a seat in front of the desk, then Beckett assumed his position opposite him. He smiled, and leaned in towards Alex.
BLAKE BECKETT:
"It is really, really great to have you back in this company Alex. Everyone needs an occasional break from normality, so I hope you are refreshed, recharged, and ready to step back into the spotlight."
Alex nodded, everything Blake had said was true. Redundant parts of life will wear a person down after to much time, and along with the concussion suffered at the hands of Ace Baldwin, it was high time for Alex to take a leave of absence from the company.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
"I've been waiting for this day a while Blake. I've been around for two weeks, but it doesn't seem like we have really had a time to catch up. I see you are moving up in the world."
As he was speaking, he was admiring the chandelier that hung directly center of this room, and the white paneling that connected the roof to the walls. It really was an ornate room. Blake smiled and looked around the room with Alex.
BLAKE BECKETT:
"GIW is about to expand again, I think. We are hitting a popularity boom like we did several months ago. So, I figured if GIW was going to be getting more attention, we wouldn't want to be in that same moldy building we started in. I've had my eyes on this jewel for a while now, and I can finally say it all mine. Or, the company's rather."
Alex nodded in agreement with Blake as he once more admired the building surrounding him.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“It is very nice Blake. Congratulations.”
There was a brief pause, then Beckett leaned in towards Alex.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“You haven’t been yourself since you came back Alex. Is something wrong?”
Alex was quick to deny Blake’s observation.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“No, not really. Everything is pretty much business as usual.”
The inquisitive nature of Blake’s personality began to show through. He leaned back into his chair rubbing his chin and keeping a watchful eye over the stoic Alex Castellanos in front of him.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“Well, if you don’t mind me being straight forward with you for a moment, I’ve been noticing a lack in your usual charisma. You seem to be focused, sure, but you don’t have that drive like you used to. Do you remember at Category 5, how desperate you were to get your hands on that Undisputed Title shot? Wrestlers can only be successful if there is something that they want, but is out of their reach. What is it that you want in GIW? Why did you decide to come back?”
Alex looked at Blake for a moment, as he searched for an answer.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“Well?”
He was quick to respond this time.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Well, I guess I really don’t have a reason. Old habits die hard I guess.”
Blake shook his head.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“No, that’s not an answer. Why are you here? People don’t wrestle because they enjoy it, they wrestle because they think they have to. I’m young, Alex, but I’ve been in this business for a long time. I’ve seen a lot of people go because they don’t have the drive anymore. You left, and then came back. Why?”
Alex sat in silence as Blake stared him down. The tension in the room was building, but the only thing Alex could offer was a shrug of his shoulders.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“You’re thinking about it. Don’t think about it, just say it.”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Why are you so interested in my motives? Shouldn’t you just be excited that I’m coming back and helping you sell tickets, Blake?”
BLAKE BECKETT:
“Don’t think of it as a business inquiry. I’m asking you as a friend, because I’m worried about what is going to happen to you here. You could hurt yourself.”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Well, I don’t really have an answer for you.”
Blake shook his head at Alex, obviously disappointed in that last statement.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“Fair enough, how are you and Sarah doing?”
Alex’s eyes grew wide, and his teeth clenched together. He wiggled around in his chair as Beckett watched him with a slick smile on his face.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“That’s why you came back isn’t it?”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“What about it Blake?”
BLAKE BECKETT:
“You want to get her attention again.”
Alex looked down in silence, obviously defeated and near his breaking point.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“I was thinking one night Blake. I thought about a lot of things, but then I thought about Galveston Island Wrestling, and how much it has given me. I have fame on this island now, people near and far recognize me for my accomplishments and my talents. I’ve gotten so much from this place, including Sarah. For the longest time, I told myself I was fighting for my titles, or for my own selfish reasons, but I was really fighting for her. I ruined us because I persuaded by Aspen to literally kick her to the curb. Aspen Chaud captured me at my weakest moment, when I lost all that was really important to me. That’s why I hate her so much. I came back to avenge myself, but also because I know Sarah will be watching me. Maybe she will see then how important she is to me.”
There was a moment in the room where Alex didn’t look at Blake, but eventually the tension passed and Blake decided to move forward.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“That’s a good reason, Alex. A very good one.”
Alex nodded and chewed on his cheek. It was obvious that he had never shared this much with anyone else, usually he would keep it contained until it eventually passed on.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“So many people have complicated answers to that simple question. They are ex-convicts, or their parents died in a horrible crash, me... I’m just fighting to keep things the way they were.”
Blake shifted in his chair, and heightened his tone.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“So, what do you think of Altair?”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“I think he is a cook, that’s for sure. I’m kind of scared of him, to be honest. With a guy like that, scouting is worthless. He is a loose cannon... I haven’t seen to many people like him around here.”
BLAKE BECKETT:
“Signing him was a risk, but I think it was worth it.”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“I promise I won’t break him into more than two pieces.”
Blake chuckled as Alex stood, they shook hands.
BLAKE BECKETT:
“Good luck Alex. You’ll need it.”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Sure...”
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8:39 pm. Del Mar Apartments
There was a knock on the door, and Alex Castellanos, dressed in his finest suit, was quick to answer it’s call. When he opened it, there was a woman dressed in evening attire waiting for him. Her name was Victoria Hester, and Alex had known her for several weeks after they met at a GIW public event.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“Are you ready to go?”
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Of course.”
They exited through the door, hand in hand.
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11:33 pm. Galveston Island Wrestling HQ
The party was in full swing, the building was loud and everyone was happy. Alex and Victoria were sitting at the bar alongside Matt Kluge and Paul Marshall, who were also enjoying the beverages provided by Blake Beckett and GIW as a whole. The group was laughing as a group, and then Paul stood up.
PAUL MARSHALL:
“Alright, I believe I should be on my way now. Belinda might get worried if I’m not home before nine o’clock.”
Kluge and Alex started to laugh a bit, then Marshall took a look at his watch.
PAUL MARSHALL:
“Oh, my. I’ll see you kids later!”
He scampered away. Alex leaned back in his chair rubbing his eyes.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Kluge, we’ve been drinking since nine.”
Victoria laughed and began to rub his shoulders. Kluge downed another shot.
MATT KLUGE:
“I’ve been drinking since noon. I’ve been helping Beckett get this shindig all together, do you know how annoying that guy gets when it comes to party planning?”
Alex and Victoria laughed in unison.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“I can only imagine. I worked with Blake when he first started marketing the company. He gets pretty frazzled doesn’t he?”
Kluge nodded, then stood up, nodding as he left the bar and walked towards his wife who was talking to one of the secretaries across the room. Alex and Victoria looked at each other and smiled.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Do you see that guy over there?”
Alex was pointing towards Brody Harper, Victoria nodded.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“That is Brody Harper. He is illiterate. A joke.”
Victoria laughed and leaned her head on Alex’s chest. He continued the drunken game.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“And that’s Violet Vanity. Worst camel toe in the company.”
The joke continued as Victoria was hysterically laughing now. The couple caught the attention of Aspen Chaud from across the room. She glared at them for a moment, then turned away.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“What a bitch!”
They laughed together again.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“That’s Aspen Chaud. Everyone hates her, don’t worry.”
Aspen obviously heard, but the two were in such bad shape that they didn’t care anymore. Alex stood up, and then helped Victoria down from her seat. As they made their way to the exit, Aspen carefully manipulated her way right in front of it. She guarded that door.
ASPEN CHAUD:
“I don’t think you are fit to drive, Mr. Castellanos.”
Alex was annoyed that she was in his way, but he waited.
ASPEN CHAUD:
“Is this what you’ve become, now that Sarah has finally left you? You get drunk at company parties with some whore from The Strand to escort you?”
VICTORIA HESTER:
“HEY!”
Alex was silent, Aspen’s words had resonated with him. He thought about tonight, and what he had done, and what he planned to do, and he realized he was a mess. But he didn’t care.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Move.”
He pushed Aspen out of the way and exited the building. Aspen watched him leave with a smirk on her face. Alex and Victoria walked a few blocks down to Victoria apartment, where they quickly ascended the stairs and arrived on the third floor. She poured him some wine and set it on the table, where they both sat.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“I’m sorry about that... you didn’t deserve that.”
She grabbed his hand and smiled.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“It’s perfectly fine. People like that live on this Earth, unfortunately.”
They shared a smile. Victoria took a sip of her wine.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“Look at my view from here. It’s the ship channel.”
She rose from the table to take a look through the window, which she opened, letting in a huge gust of frozen air. She and Alex leaned out the window together.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“Do you still love her?”
Alex nodded, then she kissed him. But I’ll save you that part of the story. He was getting wet from the water in the windows, so they came back inside.
VICTORIA HESTER:
“I’ll leave you to that then.”
He left quietly, and began to make his way back down to the ground floor when a text came in through his phone. He took off running as fast as he could through the streets of interior Galveston, running, and running, and running, then he came to the dock. The Moody dock. It was old, and full of mossy and moldy wood, but he arrived there, and made his way down to the edge. He sat next to a woman.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“I missed you.”
The scene fades.
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5:00 pm GIW HQ Recording Studio
Our scene will take place in a room with no windows, or at least we don’t think it has any windows, as we can only see three sides of the presumed square. The walls are a flat white, it has no gleam or glisten, and the walls are also without any texture. Needless to say, the room in it’s original state was rather bland. However, in the center of this room there was table, and on it there were presents wrapped in shining red and gold paper, easily making up for the lack of luster presented by the walls. They are wrapped in gold bows to compliment the crimson, and there are five of them stacked perfectly and purposefully on the table. In the background there is a Christmas tree clad in gold and crimson ornaments and tinsel, with a nice gold star on the top. Hanging from our roof, there was a chandelier, gold of course, that housed candles with flickering red flames.
After a few moments have passed and we have carefully observed our setting, Alex Castellanos enters from the left side of the screen. He is wearing a horrible sweater with reindeer knitted outside of it, and a pair of khaki pants that only a mother could love. He had his hair slicked back, and a glass of eggnog in his hand. He was a formidable looking fellow at this point. He began to speak to the camera after taking a quick sip of the eggnog.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Welcome, all to my humble abode. Well, I don’t really live here, but I think the idea was to make you believe that. I mean, look at this cute little Christmas tree and perfectly wrapped gifts, it’s perfect for a guy like me. And, I wish you could feel it, but the GIW administrators finally decided that forty two degrees outside was cold enough to turn on the heaters in the HQ, and it’s pretty damn toasty in here. It’s like they are trying to compensate for making me freeze so far this winter.”
He pulled on the collar of the sweater, obviously uncomfortable because of the temperature. He took another sip of the eggnog and continued on.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“This sweater doesn’t help the matters either. But anyway, I think that is enough babbling for now. Let’s get to the matters at hand. I was asked what I was going to do for my weekly GIW.com segment by the management. I thought long and hard about it, and I had a thought that popped into my head that I don’t think I can pass up. I decided to give each of my five opponents this week a gift that I think they need. Since it is the season of giving, I figured it was the least I could do to show my affection for them. So, without further ado...”
Alex set the eggnog carefully out of the way on the table, then pulled out one of the packages. It was smaller, compared to the rest. He checked the tag and smiled.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“This one is for the teen wrestling sensation, Faith Simpson. Let’s open it up.”
Alex tore into the package first, then let the bow fall to the ground on it’s own merits. He pulled out a smaller white box, which he opened, and then he pulled out a bra. A training bra, and held it up to the camera to make sure that the audience could see it perfectly.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Faith, I bought you a training bra. It’s about time to start thinking about things like this, seeing as you are almost thirteen. It’s a natural part of a growing girls life, and...”
Suddenly Alex stopped mid-sentence and looked over at his producer.
PRODUCER:
“Alex, Faith Simpson is fifteen.”
Alex was obviously shocked, and he couldn’t contain his laughter for much longer.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Wait, what?! Faith Simpson is fifteen and she has knockers like that? I was just getting this gift as a joke about her age, have you seen her chest? Good God man that’s not natural for a fifteen year old. Really?! That girl is fifteen years old, no freaking way.”
The producer nodded, and Alex looked directly into the camera mouthing the word “WOW!”. He put the training bra down, and regained his composure.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“OK, well regardless of what Faith Simpson has to offer in that department, she has more to offer in the wrestling department. She is fifteen years old, and she can tangle up with the best of them. That is a fact that demands some respect, and I’m more than happy to give her what she deserves. However, wrestling isn’t just about talent. To be a successful wrestler, you need to have the talent and, more importantly, the drive. You have to want to be successful, you have to work your ass off to get to the top. That type of dedication is something that no fifteen year old is able to commit. Faith may be an extraordinary talent, but I think she is weak in the mind.”
Alex took a sip of the eggnog, then set Faith’s training bra on the ground, out of the way.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“To win in quick fashion, you have to know exactly what your opponents weaknesses are. You need to find a way to beat them in the quickest way possible, and there is no time to waste. Faith isn’t smart enough or experienced enough to know how to beat someone quickly, even though Mark Cross is on her side. Faith can beat you, but she has to catch you off guard to do it. A quick roll up or a small package works after a while in the ring, and this time you don’t have a while, you have only minutes. You have to give Aspen credit as well, she is a smart competitor. A bitch, sure, but a smart competitor. A roll up and an eye poke may work on Brody Harper and his friends, but in the main event, Faith, if you believe that you are going to get squashed before you even realize the bell has rung. You are a good wrestler, and you have an extremely bright future in GIW, but as for right now, you don’t belong in the main event. You aren’t ready, and this week you are going to realize that.”
Alex picked up another gift and thumped it, trying to remember what he had inside. He looked at the tag, then looked at the camera.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“This one is for Tony Miranda, the GIW champion.”
Alex tore it open, and held up a book.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“This book, Tony, is called ‘Public Speaking for Dummies’. It is intended to help socially awkward people like you overcome their fear of talking in front of the class, but my hope is that this book will teach you a thing or two about developing some personality. Because, let’s face it man, you’re a great wrestler, but that’s about it. THINK about how popular you could be, if you weren’t so horrible to listen to. Hell, you practically reek boringness. Just thinking about you makes me want to change the television station, and that’s not good because you are supposed to be the leading man.”
Alex put the book back on the table, and continued speaking.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Tony, if you just simply talked to Alexis, she would be down and out in ten seconds flat. It is an ingenious method, and if you win the beat the clock challenge, then give me some credit. But in all seriousness, you need to work on not being such a monotoned drag on society. Don’t take this the wrong way Tony, I just think you are a little bit boring. Maybe we should go for tea someday?”
He pulled out the next gift, and checked the tag, just like with the last ones.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“This one is for Ms. Alexis Terry.”
He opened it slowly and carefully, when he pulled it out he started chuckling.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Alexis, this is an anchor. A small one of course, but an anchor none the less. It is designed to keep something wherever someone wants that thing to be. Alexis, you are trying to befriend Aspen Chaud. Let me tell you this right now, there is no way you will be successful with her holding you down. She will leach off you, make you devote everything to her, and then she will leave you bloodless, powerless, and useless. You are an extremely beautiful woman, you have great charisma and wrestling ability, but you have a bad attitude. A superiority complex. I was the same exact way, and Aspen Chaud saw it and took advantage of it, and I still hate that bitch for what she did to me even today. So, heed my warnings, stay away from Aspen Chaud, or you will have an anchor even bigger than this one on your back. I’m trying to save you the time, and the pain, and I just wish you would listen to me. As for the match Thursday, I don’t think you can beat Tony Miranda. It’s your second match ever in this company, and you are being thrown to the Champion. That means Beckett sees some potential in you, so be proud, but be careful as well. This is a dog eat dog place we work in Alexis - one day you are at the top, the next you are useless.”
Alex nodded, then picked up the next gift.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Next up is Altair, this should be interesting.”
Alex unpeeled the wrapping paper, revealing a crucifix inside a box.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Altair, I bought you a crucifix not to convert you to Christianity, I bought it to teach you a lesson. Hate takes doesn’t take you anywhere. I heard a song, and the lyric goes like this, ‘I saw a man who was wounded in hatred, I saw a man who was wounded in love...’. You are wounded in hatred, and I am wounded in love. We both need to realize that our feeling are self defeating in this case. But, when everyone else looks at you like you are some freak, I see someone inside of you. You’re hurt, just like I am, and you take it out on a religion. I take it out on Aspen. What do we plan to do with these feelings? They will only be temporary, right? Surely our wounds will still heal? Well, look Altair, Thursday night I know I will be facing a great wrestler, a strong person, and someone who is very similar to me. So what are we going to do about it, Altair?”
Alex threw the crucifix to the ground. It shattered at his feet.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“We throw it away. If it hurts us, let’s get rid of it. But let’s not just take out Christianity, or Aspen Chaud, let’s tackle the real cause of our problems. I don’t know what the root of your evil is, but for me, it’s a lover. Someone I miss very much, but I hate with all my heart. We don’t need to hate... We are better than that, Altair, we are better than that.”
Alex looked at the other gift, and then shook his head.
ALEX CASTELLANOS:
“Last but not least, we have Aspen Chaud. I have a gift for you, Aspen, but you aren’t going to get it. It would lessen the importance of my words to you. Aspen, you have so much talent. You are so beautiful, you are a great wrestler, you can talk... but why do you act the way you do? The way you prance around in your high heels and screeching at Beckett all of the time? Why do you constantly have an escort to help you win matches? WHY do you waste your talents acting the way you do? Do you remember when everyone loved you, you where the golden girl of Galveston Island. I couldn’t go outside without seeing an Aspen Chaud shirt, or bumper sticker, or really even a tattoo. Then you changed, you went insane. Something in your mind clicked, and you changed forever. What happened? We used to be great friends, we used to be on top of the world together. Remember the Transcendence? Remember Blackout? You have good in you, I know you do. I know you do. Where is it? You abandoned your friends, and your allies, for what? Titles? You had titles. You HAD IT ALL and you threw it away. You had the respect of Beckett, everyone backstage, and the fans, and you threw it away. Why? Was it not good enough for you. Are we not good enough for HER MAJESTY the QUEEN of GALVESTON ISLAND? I guess not, but when I win this pointless crown on Revolt, I hope you will realize that your search for gold was all in vain, and that you need us, you need your friends, you need the fans, you NEED your DIGNITY to survive. That, you’ll find, is what is truly golden.”
Slowly, the scene fades to black.
