The Time Has Come

[John Green]

The Prologue : Here it is. The World Heavyweight Championship match. After weeks and weeks since his return, the time has finally come. His reappearance at Rasslemania is now gone in his mind. Mayhem. This is now. No more doubts or sneak attacks the true John Green has returned. The return of one of the most electrifying superstars in the history of wrestling. Though he has been shown hatred by almost the whole APW roster. Yes, the reason behind all of this negative energy towards this certain wrestler is because of the fact that he has left time and time again. Yes, this superstar hasnt shown that he can take the pressures of being a wrestling superstar. He puts up a good fight for a certain period of time, only to lose his momentum and thats when he calls it quits. That is when he decides to leave. He has burned bridge after bridge after fucking bridge. And what does he do? He tries to make a comeback.What is he crazy? You are damn right he is crazy. He is despised by wrestlers and his fellow co workers. He has many accolades and many championships to his name, but the fact of the matter is this. Those championships and those accolades do not mean a damn thing due to his own ego. Yes, his ego has crushed him more times than the media has crushed the former President of the United States, George Bush. His ego has grown so large that it has destroyed him over and over again. His frustrations get the best of him. He doesnt know how to combat them. He seems lost somehow, but no one knows how. He doesnt even realize the ugly truth. But has he changed with the times? Has he grown in any sort of way? No one will know for sure until he makes his prescence known. Will he be embraced with arms wide open or will the attitudes of the staff and his peers continue to see him as they have seen him in the last year? Will they look at him with such disdain that he gets buried and heckled? As it has been said time and time again, only time will tell. Yes, time...will it be on his side? Or will it work against him? Will he able to prove his doubters wrong or will he remain lost in the shuffle because of his inconsistency. Sure he leaves and he always comes back, but that doesnt always go over to well with anyone. Anyone being a wrestler that has fought for the spot he has earned and he will not be willing to give it up just because this certain person has decided to make a return. That certain person is none other than the one, the only...John Green. Yes, John Green people...you all remember him. And I am sure that he remembers you...

His return...this is how it all started...again...

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Before Rasslemania IV

The scene opens as John Green sits on the steps of his Atlanta palace. He sits there, watching his neighbor's wife sunbathe in her lawn chair. Goddam...she's hot, he thinks to himself. His train of thought is then lost when a long black limosuine pulls up, blocking his view. Son of a bitch, fucking cock block, he thinks to himself. The limo driver appears in the view soon after and opens the door. Green peers in, trying to catch a glimpse of whom is in the limo, but cant see a damn thing. Damn, I cant see a damn thing, he thinks to himself(?). Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, appears none other than the APW owner...Hurricane Jeff. What the flip is he doing here? Green thinks to himself as Jeff draws near. Green stands up from his spot on the steps and locks eyes with Jeff, as he gets closer. Green tries to look over the top of the limo to sneek a peek at the prize across the street, but cant. Jeff then breaks his concentration.

Jeff: "Well, John...lets talk business."

Green: "What kind of business?"

Jeff: "The business of your possible return to the APW."

Green: "Are you sure you want to talk about that?"

Jeff: "If I didnt, I wouldnt have driven this far out of the way."

Green: "Um...you took a plane to Georgia and you were driven here, so dont make it seem like you did a lot."

Jeff: "Shut the hell up, Green."

Green: "I thought you wanted to talk?"

Jeff: "I do."

Green: "Then why did you tell me to shut up?"

Jeff: "You are really starting to piss me off."

Green: "I am pretty sure I made a APW career out of doing that."

Jeff: "I am pretty sure you have. But that is besides the point."

Green: "Ok, well why would you want to bring me back?"

Jeff: "You are a great talent, but you leave a lot my friend. When things dont go your way, you just up and quit. This is wrestling. You win some and you lose some. Get over it."

Green: "Sounds like something I used to say."

Jeff: "But John, when you are focused, you do a damn good job. You have always given it your best win or lose. That is admirable."

Green: "Well I thank you."

Jeff: "Trust me, I am skeptical about bringing you back. I really dont want to invest in you when you have never given me a reason to truly do so."

Green: "Yes, I will admit that it true."

Jeff: " And another thing, you cut promos like they are going out of style, my friend. A lot of people get pissed off about that."

Green: "Yeah I noticed that."

Jeff: "This isnt going in one ear and out the other is it?"

Green seems to be staring at something else. OK, he is looking across the street again, when out of nowhere comes...

"John!!!!"

Green snaps his eyes away from the woman and turns back to a very angry and annoyed Hurricane Jeff.

Green: "No it isnt going in one ear and out the other. I am playing attention to every word you have said."

Jeff: "How many times have you said that you were paying attention to your opponents' every word, only to make yourself sound stupid when it came to your responses?"

Green: "I am pretty sure that it wasnt that much...OK about fifty percent of the time...OK I'll be honest. I know that the answer to your question is...too many times for me to count."

Jeff: "Yeah, it was a lot."

Green: "Isnt that what I just said?"

Jeff: "Not..."

Green cuts him off: "Exactly!"

Jeff sits there, shaking his head. Green cracks a smile, then punches Jeff in the shoulder. Jeff looks up at Green with yet another angry look. Green's smile fades pretty quickly at the sight of Jeff's facial expression.

Green: "Sorry, Jeffy."

Jeff: "You know, John...I am trying to friggin help you, but you wont work with me."

Green: "OK you are right. I'll be serious. OK serious. I will do my damndest."

Jeff: "Do you have A.D.D?"

Green: "At times, I believe I do. I have something because as of late, I really cant keep focus."

Jeff: " Yeah no doubt."

Green: "I have a lot of doubt my friend."

Jeff: "You are very depressing I must add."

Green: "Do you really have to add that? That just hurts."

Jeff: "I am sure that it really does not."

Green: "You would be correct my friend."

Jeff: "Ten points for me."

Green: "OK when did this turn into a damn game show?"

Jeff: "I havent a clue."

Green: "That has always been evident."

Jeff: "OK anyway...Back to your return."

Green: " Yes, I am listening."

Jeff: "If you were to return, do you know for sure that you would stay for a longer period of time. A longer period being more than two months at a time."

Green: "That is the plan."

Jeff: "John, I need a definite answer."

Green: "I am going to do this right, that is...if you give me a fifth or sixth chance, or how many ever chances you've given me."

Jeff: "So you want to actually go through with the fact that the fans will probably not take you seriously, along with the fact that your opponents will probably not take you seriously and that they will mock the fact you have left many times, you really want to go through that?"

Green: "Well since you put it that way..."

Green pauses, leaving Jeff on the edge of his seat. He goes back into deep thought, secretly eyeing his neighbor's wife again. He then turns back to Jeff and speaks.

Green: "I am going to have to say this. It is one thing that I have to say, just so you'll know my decision."

Jeff: "Well what is your decision?"

Green: "I...I...I dont know yet!"

Jeff jumps up from the steps and glares at John, smoke pouring from his nostrils and ears, like a fire breathing dragon..OK not really but he is pissed.

Jeff: "What the hell John? What kind of crap is that?"

Green: "I dont know if I can handle the fans hating on me for leaving. I know that I left but I don't know how they will react. I dont want the fans hating me. And I am sure that the other wrestlers will disrespect me more than ever if I return. So, I am going to have to really think about that. I mean, that is an important decision to make. It is going to take deep thought because that is an important decision to make. A decision so important that it will require deep, deep thought from me."

Jeff: "Why did you just pretty much repeat yourself?"

Green: "Because that is how I do!"

Jeff: "I figured you would try to stop that."

Green: "Yeah I try but I can't. I tried to blame it on others though I do it.

Jeff: "Why are you contradicting yourself all the time?"

Green: "Because that is how I do!"

Jeff: "You need serious help!"

Green: "Tell me something I dont know!"

Jeff: "I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico."

Green: "You know...I really didnt know that. Thank you for sharing that with me. Maybe I should do the same thing because car insurance is killing me, dude, straight up."

Jeff: "Well how long do you need to think about returning?"

Green: "Dude, I am already thinking about it. Wait..wait...I got an answer...Here it comes...its coming...I GOT IT!!!"

Jeff: "Well what is it?"

Green: "Oh shit..."

Jeff: "What?"

Green: "I lost it..."

Jeff: "DAMMIT!!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT???"

Green: "Because thats how I do!"

Jeff: "What the hell is that? Your damn catchphrase?"

Green: "No...I mean some guy who's famous says something pretty close to that!"

Jeff: "Yeah..."

Green: "Dammit! Im not cool enough to come up with a breathe taking, awe inspirng catchphrase of my own! I am so unoriginal! I dont even have a nickname."

Jeff: "Why do you need a nickname or a catchphrase?"

Green: "That is how you become successful. You gotta have those two things or you are nobody."

Jeff: "That isnt true."

Green: "If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive?"

Jeff: "What?"

Green: "That was my entrance song before I came to EWC. "Truth" by Seether, duh!"

Jeff: "You are going to need a serious make over."

Green: "OK, look man, I am not a big fan of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy..."

Jeff: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Green: "I am straight and those gay guys give straight men make overs. I am straight and I figured you were indicating you were..you know..gay...a little funny..."

Jeff: "You are a fucking IDIOT!!!"

Green gets up and goes to his front door. He then turns around, after opening the door and replies to Jeff's previous statement.

Green: " With that kind of attitude...I will never come back to work for you!"

Green then runs inside and slams the door. Jeff is shown standing at his door on the side of the limo, shaking his head. He then opens the door and steps inside the limo and the limosuine pulls away, ending the scene with a view of Green's neighbor's wife, before opening back up inside of Green's home, where he sits against the wall in his living room. He lets out a sigh. He then begins to think to himself...

...Whats going on? Should I do this? I mean, I didnt do very well last year, but so many things have changed since then and I am sure that I can do a hell of a lot better should I return. I guess, I will need a whole new makeover because I need to shave, cut my hair, get some training in because Im not physically fit...as much. I gotta get some new moves, Im sure. Well, I have thought about it long and hard. One minute is long enough. APW...here I come...again....

Scene 1 End

Modern Day
Am I ready for this? I have to be. I am. Despite what everyone says and what they want to believe. I say fuck their words, they dont phase me. Fuck their beliefs, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Legendary superstars such as the Level One and Pence Weatherlight are in APW, so one would ask themselves...what the hell was I thinking when I signed up for this company again. But that is what one or some would ask. Not I. No, not John Green. I will stand on my own and fight my way through this match and I will fight for my survival to earn the APW Heavyweight Championship. Whether or not I'll be able to pull it off has yet to be seen, but I will try my damndest. Words have been spoken by Pence and others. Pence is still the same. I wonder if anyone else has noticed it or not?

Pence Weatherlight...

"Everything and everyone changes with time. Children become teenagers, teenagers become adults. Leaves change colors with seasons, the weather changes as well, the world changes with each passing year. I change, you Im sure have changed, since you can't be defeated. And I can here it now... I never said I didnt change. Dont criticize me for changing. I have changed for the better and I have changed for the worse. Life is about choices, and then dealing with the repercussions of your decisions.I did win the Xtreme championship, I did beat win the world title, and I did get world title shots, but that was long ago. That was two years ago. This is a new year. The past is the past. I am sure you learned that. With time, despite the many changes we all go through, we have all said and done it before. We all become broken records.Im probably the first to admit it. But one thing that hasnt changed, Pence, is my heart for this business. Sure I have left the APW, but I went onto a better life, I said and did great things. My heart will always belong in wrestling, hardcore or not, my heart always belongs in this sport. My skills change, because they continue to grow sharpened with time, getting better and faster. I am still relatively young and I still have a lot left in me. Yes I did return but it wasnt to get over. I didnt join the APW to get over. Go ahead and take a few days to return with a promo to battle against my words. I dont care. I have stated fact. You can say all you want, but I will be there every step of the way to combat your verbal attacks, letting you know that despite your lengthy promos and talent, I will do my hardest to defeat you."
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REUNION OF OLD FRIENDS

The scene opens with John Green sitting in an old raggedy looking gray Ford pick up truck. He is shown sitting in the passenger side, while the driver is shown to be none other than the man John struggled to save, Chris Johnson. The scene has opened as the two of them were in the middle of a conversation.

Johnson: "So hows everything going chief?"

Green: "Pretty good. Hows life treating you other than me almost getting you killed?"

Johnson: "Very funny. To be honest, Im done with wrestling the indy circuit, so Im just unloading big rigs until I plan on retiring. Oh and thanks for the save. How did you get me out of the whole situation."

Green: "Easy, money talks. I spentalmost 6 million on you. But you're safe and that's all that matters. And about retiring,Isay go gor it my friend. I mean, you made a fortune wrestling that you could live off of your savings for the rest of your life. So why unload big rigs?"

Johnson: "Nope. I spent it all."

Green: "You spent all your money? What the hell is the matter with you?"

Johnson: "Its a rags to riches back to rags story. I got rich, spent every single dime of it, thinking I would continue wrestling for the big federations, only to lose it all. My woman left left me, she took the kids. I havent recieved a letter or a phone call. So I tried to get myself a job with a big time company by competing in the independents. Never happened. So all I know now is big rigs and TV dinners, sleeping in my crummy apartment or at my parents house."

Green: "Damn man. I didnt know you were that bad off. Why didnt you tell me anything before you were kidnapped?"

Johnson: "Well, my pride was in my heart."

Green: "Sorry man. Look on the bright side. I have a World title match on Sunday."

Johnson: "Yeah I watched Overdrive when I got back. Nice match."

Green: "Thank you. To bad lost."

Johnson: "Yeah, I wish I could be there to enjoy it my friend."

Green: "Well the APW will not hire you as a wrestler with all your charges. And I am sorry. But that doesnt that I cant hire you as my..."

Johnson: "Your what?"

Green: "MANAGER!!!"

Johnson glares over at Green, who has a smile, but at the sight of Johnson's expression, it quickly fades. Johnson looks away as does Green, leading to the awkward silence that always shows up between the two long time friends.

Green: "So...um...are you...uh...hungry?"

Johnson: "Fuck you John! I am not gonna be some friggin' manager."

Green: "Dude, you will not be a lackey. You cant help me train and besides, it will get you a better paycheck and it will get you out of the crummy apartment and keep you away from your parents house. I know that you and your dad still dont get along. What do you say?"

Johnson: "Get the hell out of my truck."

Green: "Chris what the hell bro?"

Johnson: "Look you have the perfect life. You live in a mansion. You have more talent than I do. You always have. That is why you have made it. I havent. I never will.You dont know what its like to live the way I do. Ok maybe you used to know, but you have forgotten. So please...get the hell ouf of my truck."

Green goes to say something but stops himself. He shakes his head and gets out of the truck. He starts to walk off, but stops. He grabs his wallet, pulls out a card then runs back over to the truck. He tosses the card into the truck and starts to speak as Johnson starts the truck up.

Green: "Just think about it. I am only trying to help you out man. You're my friend.."

Green then backs away from the truck as Johnson drives off. Green then turns to go to his car, but realizes that Chris Johnson picked him up from his little hotel room twenty miles away. He curses himself, then sticks his thumb out, praying to God for a ride. He then looks at his watch. It reads 2PM. Great, Green thinks to himself, nobody will be out much at this time of day.
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DONT TALK TO STRANGERS...YOU MIGHT SAY SOMETHING YOU SHOULDNT

The scene reopens with John Green still sitting in the same spot when we last saw him. He has sweat pouring down his face. His long hair matted against his skin. He has his shirt off and his jeans rolled up. He looks around, but no car in sight. He then hears a jingling. Like the sound of bells jingling. Green turns around and it is a group of Hispanics riding bicycles. Green stands up and tries to stop them as they go by. But they do not stop, they continue their journey, even turning around to look at Green and laugh. This of course infuriates the Retribution Killer, resulting in him shouting obscentities.

Green: "Thanks a lot you fucking WETBACKS!!!"

After hearing this, the Hispanics put on the breaks. They turn their bikes around and glare at Green. They then shout something in Spanish and begin to pedal, racing towards Green. His eyes grow to be the size of golf balls, as he turns and hightails. He gets a headstart but it does him no good as the Hispanics are nipping at his heels.

Green: "What the hell man! I just wanted a ride! This is how you pay your respects to an American! I voted for Bill Clinton! He and I gang banged Monica! Shit!"

Just then Green's cellphone rings. He jerks it out of his jeans and looks at the Caller ID. Its Chris Johnson. He quickly answers it, while the Hispanics shout at him in Spanish.

Green: "Hello?"

Johnson: "Im in man!"

Green: "Thats great but I have a really big problem!"

Johnson: "What's that?"

Green: "Just listen."

Green puts his phone behind his head, allowing Johnson to hear what is happening. Green then pulls his phone back to his ear, then cuts up a small side road.

Green: "Are you there?"

Johnson: "That sounded like a bunch of angry Mexicans."

Green: "Yeah man. I need a ride."

Johnson: "Um, no can do..."

Green: "What do you mean?"

Johnson: "My wife called and she and I are getting a hotel room to patch things up, so I..uh...cant! I gotta go bye!"

Green jams his phone back into his pocket, then turns around. The Hispanics are still close behind. He turns away and sees a fence. He runs and jumps over the fence, then rolls down a hill, hitting the side of a house. He gathers himself, and looks up to see another Hispanic, glaring at him. Green holds up two fingers forming the "peace" sign. The Hispanic reaches back into his house, and Green bolts hearing the sound of a gun cocking. He then runs between houses, before running into the middle of the street and...BOOM!!!! Green runs into a passing car. Thank Jesus(not Michael Lively...) the car wasnt going very fast. The car comes to a halt. Green hears a door open then a female voice.

Female: "Are you OK?"

She's American...thanks again Lord...

Green: "I just ran into your car while it was moving, and I flipped over the car, and landed on the paved ROAD!!! OF COURSE I AM OK!!! I AM GRAND!!!"

Green then rolls over and sees the woman. She seems to be into punk music and metal, due to the hair style and the clothes. She has black hair with pink highlights and black eyeliner. Green sits up and looks across the road and sees...

THE HISPANICS!!!

Green shakes his head and grabs the girl and up runs her to the driver's side throws her into the car and jumps into the backseat and yells:

Green: "DRIVE!!!"

The girl cranks the car, a pretty crappy, yet pretty nice 1993 Saturn and speeds away, as Green looks out and sees the Hispanics shouting at him. He sinks down in his seat and lets out a sigh of relief. He then leans foward and speaks.

Green: "I am sorry I shouted. My name is John Green. Whats your name beautiful?"

Female: "That is none of your fucking business, asshole."

Green: "Fiesty eh? I can work with that."

Female: "How about you work your cocky ass out of my car and find another ride?"

Green: "Look, I apologized. I said I was sorry. I am just trying to make friendly conversation. So whats your name?"

Female: "Once again, none of your business."

Green: "Well can you take me to my car?"

The girl huffs and puffs, squints her eyes and shakes her head, before replying.

Female: "I guess. And my name is Angel."

Green: "Thank you. And was that so hard Angel?"

Angel slams on her breaks and Green flies forward, slamming his head against the dash. He then pulls himself back and lets out a cry of pain.

Angel: "That didnt go as well as I had hoped but are you OK?"

Green shrugs then begins to sing, yes sing: "Pain...without love, pain I cant get enough, pain I like it rough, cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all..."

Angel smiles: "You like Three Days Grace? That is totally awesome."

Green: "People say the lead singer Adam and I look alike. And I am a wrestler and I am going to be using their song "Animal I Have Become" as my new theme song."
He really wasn't just trying to get in her pants.

Angel: "I knew you were a wrestler. And I gotta say that you and Adam do look a little bit alike."

Green: "So you wanna make out?"

Angel's smile fades into an expression of anger. She then turns away, then snaps back and lands a punch...FADE TO BLACK

Scene 2 End
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Two Days Later...Friday...TRAINING DAY

The scene opens with John Green and Chris Johnson standing in the middle of a boxing ring. Johnson has boxing gloves on while Green stands against the turnbuckle. Green is sporting a busted lip from the shot he took.

Johnson: "So do you remember anything?"

Green: "I woke up in the back of a restuarant, next to the dumpster. Some cook or something woke me up. I got free food. I went to go wash my hands and found a number written on my right hand. It said Angel underneath the number. So I plugged it into my cell and thats it."

Johnson: "You mean, you haven't called her?"

Green: "Nope."

Johnson: "Why not?"

Green: "Dude...I've been training my ass off. I gotta get ready for Mayhem. Running from those wetbacks got my legs back in pretty good shape. I have been doing crunches and sit ups and push ups, slowly rebuilding myself. I've even went old school and started climbing trees, running through the wilderness.OK I ran on the beach and climbed a few palm trees, which are sort of hard to do my friend. I got harrassed by the man, but I stuck it to them and spent a few hours in jail, but hey...whatever. I got into one fight and I won, proving my quickness is still there."

Johnson: "Well what the hell are we doing here then? We lifted weights for two hours, and we ran for another two hours and did some cardio exercises. Im tired and hungry, and you've been doing all of that other crap. So we are done for today."

Green: "Are you serious?"

Johnson: "Do I look serious?"

Green: "Actually yeah..."

Johnson: "Then Im serious."

Green: "OK, see you tomorrow then?"

Johnson: "Yeah sure around noon."

Green: "Um...why?"

Johnson glares at Green, who glares back. Green then nods in agreement and turns away from Johnson as he exits the gym. Green then goes over and sits down across a weight bench. He takes a few deep breathes, then gently exhales each time, and closes his eyes, as he starts to remember Angel. She had the face of an...err...angel? Yeah the face of a Goddess...that works. She was just his type. For those brief moments, they really hit off, unlike his ex fiance, Ashley. Her sarcastic attitude, so far everything about her, he enjoyed. Maybe its time to give her a call, Green thinks to himself. Green pulls his phone out of his gymbag after leaving the bench. He flips it open and begins dialing. He puts the phone to his ear as it begins to ring. After four rings, Angel answers.

Angel: "Hello?"

Green: "Angel?"

Angel: "Yeah who is this?"

Green: "Its John, the guy you knocked out."

Angel: "Oh right...the asshole! How are you?"

Green: "Sore...my face...not my asshole..."

Angel: "Oh you'd be surprised."

Green: "Um...excuse me? What in the blue hell are you talking about?"

Angel: "I'll never tell..."

Green: "It's so awesome to finally get to talk to you Brittany. How's Ashton? Did you enjoy the five minutes of pleasure you recieved with Eminem?"

Angel: "You are a fucking jackass!"

Green: "At least I'm fucking! HA!"

CLICK.

Green(to himself): "Damn, that didnt go as well as I had hoped. Oh well."
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"Mayhem is around the corner. You would have thought I would have been more determined before losing last week. But I wasn't. But why? What caused this sick feeling inside of me? One thing I was told was that it came down to one factor, passion.
PASSION!
PASSION?!
Wow... Suddenly I feel like Allen Iverson talking about "PRACTICE!"
Anyway...
Someone is saying I lost because there was someone else who had more passion than me?! Are you serious?! Does anyone know who the fuck I am? Who in the HELL thinks they have a right to say someone else is more passionate about this industry than me? Do people think they have a RIGHT to question my passion? My passion for this business runs far deeper than ANYONE could even have a clue to begin to imagine. Let me explain what passion is. Passion is fighting for years to be the best. Going from organization to organization trying to find where you fit the best. Using whatever moniker they ask you to because they feel it would be the best way to promote you, and in the end, completely feeling like someone you're not. But you still do it. You hope that by agreeing to these requests, you end up getting the chance to finally be yourself, and show who the "real you" really is. Passion is doing ALL of that simply because you want to be the best of the best. Passion is being willing to step away when you realize the market is saturated with people who have the same desire, and have crowded and cluttered the market so badly, that you know the chances of ANYONE being noticed are slim, and it's time to move away. Passion is feeling that burning desire that there is something left to prove out there. There is something unfinished, and needing to be accomplished before you know your time is up, and it's truly time to hang up the boots. Passion is NOT retiring, and coming back simply because one of your few accolades is in jeopardy. That's not passion at all! So don't ANYONE be thinking they can call passion into the question... Pence, You don't know me like you think you do. My depression state is over I am coming with everything I have."

"...I have to win..lf I am going to make anything out of my APW career, its now or never...

FADE TO BLACK

Its getting closer now. The moment of truth is nearly upon us. This will be yours truly, John Green's second event at Mayhem. Last year, I wasnt quite so lucky. I didnt even come close to winning last year. I was consistently double teamed, mostly from Level One. But no matter. This year may or may not be different. I do not know. I can make claims to victory, as if I know I am going to win, but the one constant in this business is nothing's for sure. I may surprise everyone and make the impact I have been dying to make my entire career and pull off the upset victory, seeing how I have been counted out of the win already.

Everyone is rooting for Pence. But I say, fuck what the voters believe in. I have made a career out of proving everybody wrong. I have always been able to steal the show whether win or lose and I will do so at Mayhem. But people have claimed my promos are stale. Have I improved any or have I just been producing the same lackluster promos as I have been doing? Only time will tell, for the answers to my questions will be revealed at Mayhem.

The scene opens as John Green and Chris Johnson are shown sitting in the living room of Green's mansion, which he has rented the basement out to Johnson. Its a nice basement. Living room, kitchen, bathroom and closet and its pretty much another house. The two have just finished training as it can be noticed, due to the tank tops and the shorts and the towels that have been used to wipe away the sweat after a day of lifting weights, running fifteen miles, numerous ab exercises and other cardiovascular activities.

Johnson: "How ya feeling champ?"

Green: "Im not the champ yet my friend."

Johnson: "Do you think you stand a chance this weekend at the pay per view?"

Green: "You know...I honestly do not know. The moment I start to really worry about whether or not I can win, I lose my focus and then guess what happens..."

Johnson: "Whats that?"

Green: "I friggin lose!"

Johnson: "Im sorry to hear that my friend. I wont ask you that again."

Green: "Ask me what?"

Johnson: "Do you think you stand a chance this weekend at the pay per...Oh Shit! Im sorry bro."

Green: "Its cool man. I did that just because I know that you have a horrible memory."

Johnson: "Well lets go back to the beginning. How ya feeling?"

Green: "Im actually feeling pretty good. How about you chief?"

Johnson: "I cant believe I can still do that stuff."

Green: "Chris...you were barely able to do all of that."

Johnson: "Im out of shape. What can I say?"

Green: "That you're out of shape."

Johnson: "I already said that smartass."

Green: "Well thats all you can say."

Johnson: "Well did you hear Pence's latest promo?"

Green: "Yeah I did. He believes that I have lost my edge I guess. I'll prove to him that I haven't."

Johnson: "OK. So how did it go between you and Angel?"

Green: "I called her, and we exchanged a few words, before she called me a smartass and hung up on me. Or was it asshole? I dont really matter. I just know she called me something that had ass in it."

Johnson: "You'll call her again."

Green: "How do you figure?"

Johnson: "Im taking out this girl, and you are coming too. Angel can be your date."

Green: "What happened with your wife? I thought you two met up in a hotel room."

Johnson starts to laugh, leaving Green with a confused look on his face. Green just looks at Johnson as he rolls off of the couch, into the floor.

Green: "What the hell is so funny?"

Johnson gets up and wipes the tears from his eyes. He sits down back on the couch and replies.

Johnson: "Dude, that whole day...I had set up. I was going to kick you out of my truck either way. I payed those Mexicans to ride by because I knew you would have something smartass to say to them. I paid them to chase you. And I met Angel a few weeks back and she said that she was a big fan and would like to meet you. I arranged a meeting of sorts, and we both agreed she would play hard to get."

Green sits there dumbfounded. His jaw to the floor. A smile slowly spreads across his face as he begins laughing. Johnson begins to laugh as well.

Johnson: "I wanted to tell you the day it happened, but man I couldnt resist. I knew that I had to wait."

Green: "What about my busted lip? Did you pay her to punch me?"

Johnson: "Actually...no I didnt. I dont know where that came from? She's a really good actress I guess. That would be good in the bedroom. You two could ya know..role play..."

Green: "Well when is this date happening?"

Johnson: "Sunday night."

Green: "Nope cant do it."

Johnson: "And why not?"

Green: "And neither can you."

Johnson: "Once again...why not?"

Green: "Dude, the pay per view is Sunday."

Johnson: "So I can reschedule my friend. But you know you're still gonna call Angel back."

Green: "Its a possibility."

Just then Green's toothless butler, Ralphus makes his way into the scene.

Ralphus: "Excuse me sir...do you want some lunch?"

Green: "Depends on what you're cooking chief."

Ralphus: "Will you be joining Master John this afternoon Mr. Johnson?"

Johnson: "Why hell yeah! Thanks for caring Ralphie."

Ralphus: "OK I will prepare something for the two of you."

Johnson: "Hey Ralph..."

Ralphus: "Yes sir...."

Johnson: "Chop Chop!"

Green and Johnson begin laughing once again as Ralphus is shown rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he turns away and disappears out of the scene.

Johnson: "Well Im gonna take a shower man."

Green: "I know you're not trying to hint to me you are a homosexual."

Johnson: "Oh yeah thats what Im doing?"

Green: "OK get the fuck out of my house."

Johnson: "I'll just go down to your basement. Hows that?"

Green: "Alright man, I'll probably go upstairs and take one myself."

Johnson then gets up and exits the scene as well, leaving Green in silence. Green sits there and begins to ponder....Wrestling I am back. Sure I proved I could steal go the other night at Overdrive. I know I can still go. But the Mayhem is more than just a match. It is a war. An epic war of monumental proportions. You have to have more than an A game about you to win. You must have the fight to survive. Do I have that fight?....Green closes his eyes, leaning forward and rubbing his face. He then opens his eyes, and begins speaking.

"Here it is ladies and gents, the day is coming close. Mayhem. Where the supreme reign. Who will reign supreme this year? So many possibilites. So many returns and so many rising superstars, the end isnt known. Many have been chosen to win this year's event, but what about those who have been counted out? They have something to fight for. They have something to prove. I am one of those. Superstars such as Pence, Level, and Lively...are odds on favorites to win for they have established themselves. Me. No one has given me a chance. The reason being is because of my inconsistency. I have left plenty of times and I have returned. Do you hold that against me? Of course you do. You are all sick of it. I have seen it in your eyes. Everytime I look at you, you look away, calling me pathetic. You say that I dont deserve to be here. Maybe I dont. But guess what? Im here, so get the fuck over it. All you can do is fight me and eliminate me."

"Pence, You are one of the greats. I said it. I'm ot going to play idiot here. You've done it all here when I couldn't do it in thee years. But do not say you respect me than claim I don't have passion or I am depresed. If anyone wants to say he is more passionate about this business than I am, have him prove it by stepping up AS a champion, to BE a champion. If he has this, so called, "passion," then it won't be an issue. But I'll tell you I deserve this Pence. It’s time I showed why I deserve the shot. No other man in APW has what I have to offer right now. Some might say that you're going to beat me to a pulp but that is not the case. You may e the top guy here but I am a hidden talent. You may be the reason people COME to the show... But I'm the reason they STAY for the show!"

"So you are going to defeat me this year, huh? I am sure that you would enjoy to do so, just so you could say that you are better than me. Pence, you have beaten me before! That doesnt make you better than me. Pence, where did beating me get you? It got you the World Championship. Where did our feud get you? It brought you to the forefront of the main event. Your feud against me elevated you this month. You can deny it but when you really look at it, you'll see what I have said is true. Pence, you wouldnt be where you are now, had it not been for me. You think you're great. All the mighty have fallen my friend. Enough said. Or has it?"

"The thing is this. Your time has already passed. You have no more fuel left in the tank to win this match. You may laugh and tell me that I am full of shit and tell me that I am nothing more than a corrupt ass. But just as I told others, I am a main eventer no matter how you look at it. I am a main eventer whether you like it or not. Your opinions do not matter. That is what I am saying to the APW and its fans, so do not think that I am just saying it to you. Victory is coming to me. It is inevitable. I could tell in your words in your first promo that you are doubting yourself. Once you doubt yourself, you are lost."

"In closing, I am ready to do battle. Many will doubt me. Many will always doubt me. But I really dont give two shits about what the APW roster and staff think. I dont give a damn about what the world thinks of me. I enjoy wrestling. I am in it for the fans, the money, the glory, and things of that nature. Mayhem is mine for the taking, and I will do whatever is necessary to seize it. Pence, We have both gotten to our pinnacle’s on different paths and we will finally be able to tussle in the ring to find out if your time to bow out has come and be replaced by the man who’s time most people said would never come to pass. All Is Lost Again, But I'm Not Giving In. Now is my time to win."

Green stops speaking. He stands up and goes upstairs, removing his tanktop as he draws closer to the bathroom. He then begins to think to himself, telling himself he will win, he will become the world champion, he will once again...rise to greatness.

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