Post by TheLostBoys on Jun 18, 2017 13:40:49 GMT
The camera comes to life inside an IWF interview room. On one side is Sam Braxton of the Lost Boys, wearing generic street clothes and anxiously looking to his watch, his phone, to the IWF interviewer across from him and then back again. Ever the consummate professional, Willy Carter sat across from the restless Sam and waited patiently.
"Would you prefer we get started?" He asked.
"No, no. Dean will be here. Everything just has to be done at his pace and his way. He's proven himself quite selfish like that."
What Sam hadn't realised was that Dean had finally made his entrance and caught every single word his friend had said. Sufficed to say it was not appreciated.
"And you Sam are always so quick to jump to conclusions."
Sam jumped in surprise and with his face paling he begrudgingly turned towards Dean.
"You made it then."
"I was asked to be here."
"And since you are here, shall we get started?"
Willy Carter piped up to break the building tension and both members of the Lost Boys simply nodded their agreement. Though the occasional dirty look from Sam toward Dean was unmistakable.
"Very well. Sam and Dean, this coming week the Lost Boys are taking on the team-up of Dre Cutler and Ulf Hednir. They may have been opponents last week, but this week they may find common cause against the likes of you two. What are your thoughts on this?"
There was a prevailing silence as Dean Coulter took some time to consider his response and Sam seemed more intent upon his friend's eventual response then any thought of his own. Finally the silence was broken by Dean.
"Normally I'd confidently say that teams forged from such circumstance are fraught with risk and danger. Dre or Ulf may still be harboring some grudges, some resentment towards the other because of the previous match's outcome, and may take an opportunity during the match to achieve some form of payback. Or they may be more concerned about one-upping each other and lose focus."
"And which do you think will come to ahead during your match?"
"Unfortunately for us lost Boys, any advantage we may have had because of these embittered feelings between Dre and Ulf ultimately becomes moot."
"How so?"
"Have you seen us lately? Sam and I haven't really been acting as a team as of late and you can bet that is going to come to play. Both our opponents realise this, they have called us out and we don't have any way to respond."
"Actually we can't respond because no one is able to even understand what the hell Ulf was saying!"
It is clear from Dean's expression he didn't appreciate Sam's attempted contribution and to his credit Sam saw the look and fell into silence again.
"...As I was saying...Look let me just make this easier. Ulf may be a newer face to the company but he has been pretty damn impressive that entire time. He has got alot of potential, which really shouldn't be wasted on wash-outs like us. Ulf seems to think we still got it within us to be a force to be reckoned with. Wish I could be as optimistic as him. And then there's Dre Cutler...From my understanding Dre started with the IWF a while back and sort of fell of the map for some reason. He resurfaced recently with a renewed fire and renewed desire to see himself to the top of the proverbial mountain, using us a stepping stone. He's proven to be more realistic about the situation. Saying we couldn't hopefully save the industry from the mediocrity of this country when we couldn't even save ourselves. He says we are lost. And now, more then ever before he is right."
"Hmph. Speak for yourself."
"That's just it Sam. For the first time I am speaking for myself."
This time Sam is not quelled by a glance from Dean.
"If it hadn't been for you at Night of the Immortals we could have walked away with the promise of a future opportunity. But you just had to have the glory all to yourself. How selfish."
"Me? Selfish? You keep telling yourself that mate. I don't know if I was just in denial until now but I finally realise the truth of our situation. The truth of us. We didn't come here to prove the rest of the world wrong. To save a dying and festering industry. And we certainly didn't come here to reclaim any past glory. We came here for you! To stoke your ego and to desperately try to mitigate your inadequacies."
"How could I? You were supposed to have my back! But no, instead you had to get all hung up on your respect and decency and cling to the image of us from years ago. Look around you Dean! I simply changed with the times. It is not my fault you couldn't."
Dean shoots up to his feet and looms over Sam who doesn't back down. Willy Carter watches in stunned silence, expecting a fight to break out between the former friends at any minute.
"If you had told me what you wanted, what you intended from the beginning, I would have been here to support you and cheering you on. I've always had your back and never once regretted it. But instead you had to drag me down with you. And what's worse you made me think it was me. The problem is you don't trust anyone, you talk about my hang ups but you can't let go of what your family did to you as a kid. Well you get your wish. I'm through. You are now on your own."
A slamming of the door marks Dean's sudden exit, with Sam close behind with a wild right-handed swing that collides with the now closed door. Sam remains in that position for a time, seething with anger. Willy seems reluctant to speak up lest Sam turn his rage towards him.
"Fine! Leave. Be just like every one else...Broken promises. Broken homes. You were supposed to be my family when I had none. But now..."
Sam turns and realises that both the camera and Willy are still present in the room, having witnessed everything.
"I don't need Dean. I never have. I can take Dre and Ulf all by myself. And if Dean has the gall to even show up Monday night then he better stay the fuck back...At least then I can show him what I am truly capable of. Maybe then he'll see. Just like Dre and Ulf. Just like the whole world. He never believed in me. But now he will. Even if I have to beat the shit out of him myself. Dre, you said we were lost. But I don't think I have ever been more sure or more clear of my direction. So why don't you and Ulf have the EMTs on speed dial because that is the only way you are leaving the arena!"
It is some moments after Sam leaves in his heightend state that Willy even dares to move, brushing his clothes and fixing his collar.
"Ah...Well I guess that's it. I think I need a cigarette..."
And with that the camera cuts to darkness
"Would you prefer we get started?" He asked.
"No, no. Dean will be here. Everything just has to be done at his pace and his way. He's proven himself quite selfish like that."
What Sam hadn't realised was that Dean had finally made his entrance and caught every single word his friend had said. Sufficed to say it was not appreciated.
"And you Sam are always so quick to jump to conclusions."
Sam jumped in surprise and with his face paling he begrudgingly turned towards Dean.
"You made it then."
"I was asked to be here."
"And since you are here, shall we get started?"
Willy Carter piped up to break the building tension and both members of the Lost Boys simply nodded their agreement. Though the occasional dirty look from Sam toward Dean was unmistakable.
"Very well. Sam and Dean, this coming week the Lost Boys are taking on the team-up of Dre Cutler and Ulf Hednir. They may have been opponents last week, but this week they may find common cause against the likes of you two. What are your thoughts on this?"
There was a prevailing silence as Dean Coulter took some time to consider his response and Sam seemed more intent upon his friend's eventual response then any thought of his own. Finally the silence was broken by Dean.
"Normally I'd confidently say that teams forged from such circumstance are fraught with risk and danger. Dre or Ulf may still be harboring some grudges, some resentment towards the other because of the previous match's outcome, and may take an opportunity during the match to achieve some form of payback. Or they may be more concerned about one-upping each other and lose focus."
"And which do you think will come to ahead during your match?"
"Unfortunately for us lost Boys, any advantage we may have had because of these embittered feelings between Dre and Ulf ultimately becomes moot."
"How so?"
"Have you seen us lately? Sam and I haven't really been acting as a team as of late and you can bet that is going to come to play. Both our opponents realise this, they have called us out and we don't have any way to respond."
"Actually we can't respond because no one is able to even understand what the hell Ulf was saying!"
It is clear from Dean's expression he didn't appreciate Sam's attempted contribution and to his credit Sam saw the look and fell into silence again.
"...As I was saying...Look let me just make this easier. Ulf may be a newer face to the company but he has been pretty damn impressive that entire time. He has got alot of potential, which really shouldn't be wasted on wash-outs like us. Ulf seems to think we still got it within us to be a force to be reckoned with. Wish I could be as optimistic as him. And then there's Dre Cutler...From my understanding Dre started with the IWF a while back and sort of fell of the map for some reason. He resurfaced recently with a renewed fire and renewed desire to see himself to the top of the proverbial mountain, using us a stepping stone. He's proven to be more realistic about the situation. Saying we couldn't hopefully save the industry from the mediocrity of this country when we couldn't even save ourselves. He says we are lost. And now, more then ever before he is right."
"Hmph. Speak for yourself."
"That's just it Sam. For the first time I am speaking for myself."
This time Sam is not quelled by a glance from Dean.
"If it hadn't been for you at Night of the Immortals we could have walked away with the promise of a future opportunity. But you just had to have the glory all to yourself. How selfish."
"Me? Selfish? You keep telling yourself that mate. I don't know if I was just in denial until now but I finally realise the truth of our situation. The truth of us. We didn't come here to prove the rest of the world wrong. To save a dying and festering industry. And we certainly didn't come here to reclaim any past glory. We came here for you! To stoke your ego and to desperately try to mitigate your inadequacies."
"How could I? You were supposed to have my back! But no, instead you had to get all hung up on your respect and decency and cling to the image of us from years ago. Look around you Dean! I simply changed with the times. It is not my fault you couldn't."
Dean shoots up to his feet and looms over Sam who doesn't back down. Willy Carter watches in stunned silence, expecting a fight to break out between the former friends at any minute.
"If you had told me what you wanted, what you intended from the beginning, I would have been here to support you and cheering you on. I've always had your back and never once regretted it. But instead you had to drag me down with you. And what's worse you made me think it was me. The problem is you don't trust anyone, you talk about my hang ups but you can't let go of what your family did to you as a kid. Well you get your wish. I'm through. You are now on your own."
A slamming of the door marks Dean's sudden exit, with Sam close behind with a wild right-handed swing that collides with the now closed door. Sam remains in that position for a time, seething with anger. Willy seems reluctant to speak up lest Sam turn his rage towards him.
"Fine! Leave. Be just like every one else...Broken promises. Broken homes. You were supposed to be my family when I had none. But now..."
Sam turns and realises that both the camera and Willy are still present in the room, having witnessed everything.
"I don't need Dean. I never have. I can take Dre and Ulf all by myself. And if Dean has the gall to even show up Monday night then he better stay the fuck back...At least then I can show him what I am truly capable of. Maybe then he'll see. Just like Dre and Ulf. Just like the whole world. He never believed in me. But now he will. Even if I have to beat the shit out of him myself. Dre, you said we were lost. But I don't think I have ever been more sure or more clear of my direction. So why don't you and Ulf have the EMTs on speed dial because that is the only way you are leaving the arena!"
It is some moments after Sam leaves in his heightend state that Willy even dares to move, brushing his clothes and fixing his collar.
"Ah...Well I guess that's it. I think I need a cigarette..."
And with that the camera cuts to darkness
Well howdy there pardner.