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Now that that's over.; On to the next one.
Topic Started: Feb 2 2012, 04:15 PM (107 Views)
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The camera opens up with a wide shot of the Fitzwell Fighting Systems gym. The dimly lit, foul smelling, roach infested place it used to be is now more organized. All of the hole filled punching bags, staff infection riddled wrestling mats were all replaced with brand new materials. There are more weights, more barbells even an extra ring was added. Life has proven to be better since Buzz began his dominance.
Buzz walks through the front doors, accompanied by his brother H.I.
"Man, this place looks pretty gay. What happened to all the old stuff? You can't just change everything our father and uncle built."
"I hear you, I hear you. It needed to be done though. You never got tired of using all....well nevermind, you barely did anything here anyway, but you get my point. I spent countless hours here and I wanted to make it more professional. After all, I am the United States champion."
"Seems like that title is going to your head man, you're not the "BIG BAD BUZZ" you used to be. Now all you do is talk about your beard, and associate yourself with Norns, Eli Eastwood. You're turning soft on me ever since Vic lost his mind and Dick disappeared. Everyone is cheering you on now, you aren't as menacing and relentless as you once were. People used to boo you day in and day out, now your a fan favorite? That belt is changing you man."

H.I lightly punches Buzz in his chest and walks towards the punching bags.
"THIS BELT HASN'T CHANGED A DAMN THING ABOUT ME!!!"
He frustratingly walks toward his office, holding his belt over his shoulder. Buzz reaches the door and opens it quickly slamming it behind him.
"That kid doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm still the same guy damnit. Everyone is still intimidated by me. In fact, I think I am still better then ever. Sure people are cheering my name, because they know how to recognize greatness when it's in front of their eyes. They are watching the best damn wrestler there is in this company and they know it, and I know it. Hell, I bet even management even knows it because if it wasn't for them I would have every damn belt in this company in my possession. I don'y give a damn about a single soul in this company, unless you are an FFS affiliate, other wise, you don't even exist to me. What do you feel about all this?............Mhm..... True.....Well I don't see it that way....He isn't even relevant anymore....Leo Reigns?... Yeah he doesn't really stand a chance against me anyway so.... Alright, thanks buddy you always know what to say."

Jack Phoenix walks by his office window and sees Buzz talking to himself and petting his beard. After several seconds he walks off shaking his head.
"Now that the shadow people are gone, and that idiot Todd "Flacid" Reign is gone I can focus on more important matters. I have no clue why Sean Libby is trying to get involved in my business, this has nothing to do with his mayo skinned Irish ass. OH!!! I almost forgot, I need to send this letter off soon so it arrives on time."
The camera pans shifts over behind the shoulder of Buzz, zooming in on the letter before him. The camera blackens only to show the letter in it's entirety.

Dear Mr. Rains, you are a poop head. I am tired of you trying to take what belongs to me and degrade it by naming it the "European Championship. If you dislike the U.S so much, then why do you continue to wrestle here? We don't like you, so get out! All you do is complain, complain, complain. It's really starting to get on my last nerve. I usually don't do this but if you want to go for my title so bad, I will go ahead and give you a shot.... If you earn it that is. If you can prove to me that you can beat me, I will let you have your title match. But if I continue my dominance over you for the next few weeks then kiss that shot goodbye. What do you say? Do you want to do this, or you just wanna move to another division since it is pointless anyway. Sincerely, Your worst bearded nightmare...

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This was indeed a rare occasion. Leo Raines was a his house. The recent snow had casued a number of RCWF house shows to be cancelled. Bad luck for the paying fans but a welcome break for Leo Raines who had the entire weekend to spend at home. If felt like Leo had spent the last twenty months on the road so it was a nice change to be able to wake up in your own bed for once, instead of living out of a suitcase and hopping from hotel to hotel each night.

Inside the living room of Leo Raines, the open fire was roaring, illuminating the darkened room. replicas of his once owned tag cheam titles were hung above the fire place. Leo could be seen sat in an armchair a few metres from the fire. A cup of tea residing next to him. Paper in hand, Leo is reading it slowly. Taking a small sip of tea, enjoying it immensly. Being at home. Being able to do whatever you wanted to do. Not having to worry about hotels or making it to arenas. Absolute bliss.


"LEO"

Leo, startled, looked around the room. Gone was the open fireplace, gone was the armchair, tea and paper. Instead Leo looked up to be met by a camera lense pointing down at him.

Leo - "Well it was a nice dream while it lasted."

Leo had awoken inside his lockeroom. Having made it to the arena in the horrnedous snow. Leo had decided to have a lie down in his lockeroom. Still imagining that roaring fire. Leo sat up, slighly pissed of at the camerman.

Leo - "Why are you in my room and why did you just wake me? The show isn't for hours."

The camerman pulls out an envelope from his inside pocket.

Cameraman - "I'm sorry Mr Raines. But I have orders to get this letter to you."

Leo - "A letter. Wait......Has It finally happened? Susan.....Has Susan responded to all those letters I sent her? Oh God I've waited so long. Or maybe. Maybe it was Rasher. Oh I'm afraid to open it. The words of my true loves could be entailed in this letter."

Leo tears the seal and begins reading to himself. The camera stays on Leo's face, capturing looks of puzzlement and the occasional smile but also looks of deep thought.

"Oh God, this is ghastly. I swear, It's almost as if a five year old has written this. Listen to this."

Leo pats his chest lightly before clearing his throat. Fanning out the letter. He begins to read.

"Dear Mr Rains. He spelt my name wrong for starters, missed out the E.........You are a poop head."

Leo turns his attention from the letter and to the camera, a look of puzzlement spread across his face. Miming to words "poop head" to the camera, trying not to laugh.

"A poop head. I mean come on. Not only is that mean and uncalled for. It's just plain childish. A poop head indeed. It's an isult and I'm pretty sure it's also slanderous. Okay what else do we have here?"

Leo once again clears his throat and turns his attention back the letter.

"Trying to take what belongs to you. Come on Buzz, what the hell is this. From a man your size and stature this is just pathetic. It sounds like somebody is trying to steal your favourite toy. Is that the problem here? Does Buzz have issues? When you were a little boy, did the big bad bully steal your toy. I bet you cryed and swore that nobody would take anything from you ever again. So you got big and you grew that beard and you became the defender. The defender off all those little kiddies out there who have their toys stolen. You're a super hero Buzz."

"Oh look here we go again. What does this say. "We don't like you so get out." Seriously is this a joke? Did Buzz really write this? Has his letter got mixed up with the fan mail or something? I'm used to getting these kind of letters from children. Infact, the childeren's grammar and punctuation is actually a little better. Buzz doesn't want to play with me it seems so I have to leave. This is all starting to make sense. Buzz had his favorite toy stolen by a bully. The bully didn't want to play with Buzz so he made Buzz leave. I feel like Sherlock Holmes right about now, putting these little pieces together and making the bigger picture. I'm not quite sure what that picture is but one is definetly forming."


Leo's face turns from amusement to a more serious tone as he continues down the letter. No longer smiling, now several different scenarios playing out in his head.

"Oh it seems you've finally gotten around to mentioning the matter at hand. So according to this delightful correspondance from your good self. I have to earn my chance at the so called United States Championship. But according to the newly released championship rankings I am currently the number one contender to your title Buzz. So it seems, in the eyes of the right people, that I have already earned my shot at you. However, I am a man of my word and if our paths do indeed cross and it is necessary for me to indeed prove my credentials, I will have no qualms about stepping in that ring with you again Buzz."

Leo's eyes can now be seen skimming down the rest of letter, looking for anything else to pick out. Reaching the bottom of the letter, Leo looks back up and smiles.

"Sincerely, Your worst bearded nightmare. How delightful of him to put that little quirky bit at the end. Oh, the little ragamuffin, or in this case the big ragamuffin. I can imagine now Buzz, on his living room floor, holding one of those gigantic pens, scrawling out this letter to me. It's true what they say you know. A letter is just so more personal than these new fangled emails. I now feel that I know Buzz just that little bit better than before. By having read through this letter right now and digested the things Buzz has said about me, I have came to two conclusions."

Leo begins to rub his chin, trying his best to mimick a television detective.

"Conclusion one is that Buzz is a deeply troubled man who has issues with people who take his things. He was bullied as a child and people wouldn't play with him, they instead asked him to go away. Now remember, this is just a theory. The second conclusion that I get from reading this letter is that Buzz's parents are brother and sister."

An uneasy looks comes across Leo's face as if he himself even realises that he went to far with the previous statement. Now it's been said there is nothing he could do about it. Leo holds the letter up infront of the camera, then proceeds to tear it in half, then quaters, then eights before throwing it into the air, scattering it across the floor.

"Jokes aside Buzz, the last time we faced off against eachother, we stole the show. This situation could of been dealt with a lot sooner if we hadn't of been interupted by the shadow people. But while you've been dealing with Todd Reign for the past month, I've been formulating a plan. I've had a month to put this together and I even managed to get Sean Libby on board. Now don't be mistaken Buzz. Myself and Libby are not friends, we're simply two people who share a common goal. The goal of seeing the European Championship take it's rightful place in the RCWF. Sadly for you, it means that your days of being United States champion are running out.

"Listen Buzz. I'm not one for shying away from a fight. Maybe, next time instead of sending these pathetic little letters. Why don't you come find me? I'm a not a hard person to find. Or maybe still, why don't I come find you? No matter what happens. That title that you so proudly carry with you. In a few weeks time. It's going to be retired and whether you like it or not, the European Championship is going to take it's place. But at least you'll go down in history as the final ever United States champion. I'll also go down in history as the man who brought the European title back. Cherish these moments Buzz, as if they were your last."


Open to Buzz if he wants to carry it on.

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