Post by Shawn Warstein on Feb 3, 2021 14:26:22 GMT -6
The five members of Legacy are all sitting around a large glass table. Each of them with their drink of choice in front of them. Shawn reaches for his drink and takes a sip. With a quick sip of the air he finally breaks the silence.
“So…..” He quickly looks around the table. Betsy and Jax have four looks on their faces, while Noah is listening intently to Shawn, while Raven is lost in his own head.
“I’m sorry am I interrupting the pity party?” In a blink of an eye all the attention turns towards Shawn. “Yeah I said it. Why are we not celebrating?”
“I don’t know Shawn, how about the fact that Betsy and I lost.” Jax said while drumming his fingers on the table. “And you’re the only member of Legacy to walk out unscathed.”
“Not true. Noah was fine, and Raven….” Shawn turns to Raven who still isn’t paying any attention. He snaps his fingers in his face. Raven shakes his head and looks around the table.
“What’s up?” Raven asks the table.
“I was trying to explain to them we are here to celebrate.” Shawn says to him without breaking eye contact.
“Right, yeah…. celebrate.” Raven picks his glass up and takes a drink. He puts the glass down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “To Shawn on his victory over a backyard wrestler! And to Betsy and Jax, better luck next time.”
“Stop it.” Betsy scolds Raven.
“Yeah cunt! Dad earned that victory fair and square.” Noah interjects.
“Yeah? He did? Wow, so you running out there had absolutely nothing to do with him winning?” Raven responds.
“That’s what we do for each other.” Noah sounds almost like an adult with his response.
“Yeah? Kinda seems like the two of you are out for yourselves lately.” Raven slides his glass away from himself and looks directly at Shawn. “Where were you to help Jax? Betsy? To help me when I was getting fucking stabbed?!? Huh Shawn! Where was Legacy first attitude then?”
“Man you need to slow down…” Shawn stands up from the table and leans on it with his palms. “Noah and I have been nothing but Legacy first since day one.”
“That’s rich… Warstein thinking about anyone other than himself.” Jax scoffs.
“Really? I’ve done nothing but build everyone up, sometimes at the detriment of myself. So don’t even think for a second that I haven’t been on board with everything. If you do then you need to look again. All I’ve done is talk up Legacy. I’ve screamed it from the rooftops. I put each and everyone of you ahead of myself. So don’t think…”
“Shawn stop it…” Betsy once again playing the mother of the situation tries to diffuse the situation. “Everyone needs to just relax for a moment and take a deep breath.”
“Yeah the two of you are acting like children…. and that’s saying something when Noah is in the room.” Jax bluntly reminds the room.
“Oi cunt…” Noah points right at Jax. “Ahh who am I kidding I can’t be mad at you. Look at those baby blues.”
“My point.” Jax assured the room.
“This is exactly what everyone was expecting when we ditched Deana. They were all wondering when the armor was going to break.” Betsy places a hand on Shawn’s shoulder and gently pressed him back into his seat. “We all have to admit that we are currently on the wrong end of the bell curve, but that can change this week.”
“She’s right ya know.” Shawn nods his head towards James. “It’s been a minute since we’ve been in the ring together.”
“Man we are the Project Honor Tag Team Champions.” James quickly responds.
“Yeah and you haven’t been seen there since then. And the last time you were in a ring here…” Shawn responds quickly before James talks over him.
“Yeah we all know what happened the last time.”
“So what are we going to do about it?”
“I mean…” James pauses for a moment before continuing. “The same thing we always do.”
“And what’s that?” Shawn asks while giving him a side smile.
“We are going to go out to the middle of that ring…”
“And….”
“Beat the living shit out of….” James stops for a second with a confused look on his face. “Wait who are we facing?”
“Does it matter?” Shawn said while looking over the rest of the group. “We are fucking Legacy. It doesn’t matter what has happened… the only thing that matters is what happens next! We collectively pick ourselves up and move forward. The only people who will decide when Legacy is done…. is Legacy. We are going to march into Inferno, step into the ring with Bets and Shootah and show them why we are the pinnacle of this industry. Why we are the people everyone talks about. We are the reason this company is thriving. Then we will finish the public execution of those two poor souls and show the entire GCWA that regardless of the outcomes and failures we have had recently…”
“There is no slowing down now.”
“Exactly. The World title will come home soon enough. Weather by your hand James, or Betsy, or Noah or Jax. It will be back in our grasps once again. Yet we need to focus on the morons before us first. James I don’t know what you’ve got going on in that head of yours, but Friday we straighten it out. We show the World that there is no stopping the freight train known as Legacy. We will show them why you are the GOAT. We will show them….”
“That….Wu-Tang ain’t Nothin to fuck with!” Noah leaps up from his chair and begins marching around the table repeating the hook over and over again.
The four remaining members of Legacy can’t control their laughter as Noah stops, gives them a quick shrug™ and tosses a fiver on the table. Shawn reaches over and puts the cash in his pocket. As Noah keeps going as the camera fades.
Shawn is sitting at his desk glass of bourbon in his hand. North American Championship displayed proudly next to his Project Honor Tag Team title. Swirling the amber liquid around he notices the camera and smiles.
“Hello there GCWA faithful. It is I…. your GCWA Star of the Month for January, Shawn Warstein.”
“Now some of you might think that I don’t deserve my place at the head of the table. That majority of my victories are tainted in some way shape or form.”
Shawn nods slightly and then takes a sip of his bourbon.
“You’d be right…. but only slightly. If any of you were out into the same position as me, you would’ve failed time and time again. Over and over like it’s a bad comedy. Meanwhile I’ve used everything at my disposal to get to where I am. And what is that you ask?”
Shawn pats the North American Title with his free hand.
“Simply the longest reigning North American champions this fucking company has ever seen.”
Someone clearing their throat from behind the camera is heard.
“Well it’s only been around since….”
“I’m not paying you to talk or think. Facts don’t care about your feelings. If you feel a certain type of way about it do something. Vargas thought he could step up. He failed. Raging Dead thought he would be the one, and he disappeared faster than your girlfriend in an NBA locker room. Then there was Mikey…. Ohhh poor pathetic little Zybala. Trying so hard to be accepted, only for everyone to realize he’s a fucking dolt and played right into my hand. Too bad, so sad, back to your mother’s basement.”
“And what reward do I get for fending off all competition? Do I get a shot at the World title that was so viciously stolen from Legacy? No. Do I even get a news wire blurb about my accomplishments? Nope. That’s all good. I don’t want Mack or Deana or Ace to see me coming. For too long I’ve sat back and let other people play with the chess board. Fiddling with the pieces, making their moves. It’s okay. As I’ve said the World Title is coming back to Legacy. Not this week tho…. we are playing the long con now.”
“So if it's not this week then what are you going to do this week you ask?”
Shawn drums his fingertips over the desk and scoffs.
“Once again James and I are thrown the weakest of competition. Bets and Shootah. Two people who have no right to be in the ring, but since they don’t have any actual competition for Legacy they throw us the bottom of the barrel. I know that I’m getting sick and tired of not having any real competition, and I’m sure James feels the same way.”
“So to you Bets and Shootah, enjoy your one pay day from this company. Enjoy walking to the ring. Enjoy running the ropes before we come out. Enjoy it while it lasts. Make sure you set this money aside for all of the medical bills that are about to come your way. It’s not cheap having to change the wheels on a wheelchair. Or getting a talking box like Steven Hawking had before he passed away. Save the money for when this is all over, because you’re about to find out first hand, what happens when you fuck with the top of the mountain. Sure we know you’re below us. And yes we are going to run roughshod over you. We didn’t pick this. They did…”
“But we can only take what we are given. So I am going to do what I do every time I step into the ring.”
“Show up. Destroy everything in my path. Leave. And go home to my life that is so much better than anything you can imagine.”
“If you think this is the beginning of the end of Legacy…”
Shawn smiles down at both the titles on the desk and then back at the camera.
“We are just getting started.”
Shawn gives the camera a quick wink and it is abruptly cut to black.
“So…..” He quickly looks around the table. Betsy and Jax have four looks on their faces, while Noah is listening intently to Shawn, while Raven is lost in his own head.
“I’m sorry am I interrupting the pity party?” In a blink of an eye all the attention turns towards Shawn. “Yeah I said it. Why are we not celebrating?”
“I don’t know Shawn, how about the fact that Betsy and I lost.” Jax said while drumming his fingers on the table. “And you’re the only member of Legacy to walk out unscathed.”
“Not true. Noah was fine, and Raven….” Shawn turns to Raven who still isn’t paying any attention. He snaps his fingers in his face. Raven shakes his head and looks around the table.
“What’s up?” Raven asks the table.
“I was trying to explain to them we are here to celebrate.” Shawn says to him without breaking eye contact.
“Right, yeah…. celebrate.” Raven picks his glass up and takes a drink. He puts the glass down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “To Shawn on his victory over a backyard wrestler! And to Betsy and Jax, better luck next time.”
“Stop it.” Betsy scolds Raven.
“Yeah cunt! Dad earned that victory fair and square.” Noah interjects.
“Yeah? He did? Wow, so you running out there had absolutely nothing to do with him winning?” Raven responds.
“That’s what we do for each other.” Noah sounds almost like an adult with his response.
“Yeah? Kinda seems like the two of you are out for yourselves lately.” Raven slides his glass away from himself and looks directly at Shawn. “Where were you to help Jax? Betsy? To help me when I was getting fucking stabbed?!? Huh Shawn! Where was Legacy first attitude then?”
“Man you need to slow down…” Shawn stands up from the table and leans on it with his palms. “Noah and I have been nothing but Legacy first since day one.”
“That’s rich… Warstein thinking about anyone other than himself.” Jax scoffs.
“Really? I’ve done nothing but build everyone up, sometimes at the detriment of myself. So don’t even think for a second that I haven’t been on board with everything. If you do then you need to look again. All I’ve done is talk up Legacy. I’ve screamed it from the rooftops. I put each and everyone of you ahead of myself. So don’t think…”
“Shawn stop it…” Betsy once again playing the mother of the situation tries to diffuse the situation. “Everyone needs to just relax for a moment and take a deep breath.”
“Yeah the two of you are acting like children…. and that’s saying something when Noah is in the room.” Jax bluntly reminds the room.
“Oi cunt…” Noah points right at Jax. “Ahh who am I kidding I can’t be mad at you. Look at those baby blues.”
“My point.” Jax assured the room.
“This is exactly what everyone was expecting when we ditched Deana. They were all wondering when the armor was going to break.” Betsy places a hand on Shawn’s shoulder and gently pressed him back into his seat. “We all have to admit that we are currently on the wrong end of the bell curve, but that can change this week.”
“She’s right ya know.” Shawn nods his head towards James. “It’s been a minute since we’ve been in the ring together.”
“Man we are the Project Honor Tag Team Champions.” James quickly responds.
“Yeah and you haven’t been seen there since then. And the last time you were in a ring here…” Shawn responds quickly before James talks over him.
“Yeah we all know what happened the last time.”
“So what are we going to do about it?”
“I mean…” James pauses for a moment before continuing. “The same thing we always do.”
“And what’s that?” Shawn asks while giving him a side smile.
“We are going to go out to the middle of that ring…”
“And….”
“Beat the living shit out of….” James stops for a second with a confused look on his face. “Wait who are we facing?”
“Does it matter?” Shawn said while looking over the rest of the group. “We are fucking Legacy. It doesn’t matter what has happened… the only thing that matters is what happens next! We collectively pick ourselves up and move forward. The only people who will decide when Legacy is done…. is Legacy. We are going to march into Inferno, step into the ring with Bets and Shootah and show them why we are the pinnacle of this industry. Why we are the people everyone talks about. We are the reason this company is thriving. Then we will finish the public execution of those two poor souls and show the entire GCWA that regardless of the outcomes and failures we have had recently…”
“There is no slowing down now.”
“Exactly. The World title will come home soon enough. Weather by your hand James, or Betsy, or Noah or Jax. It will be back in our grasps once again. Yet we need to focus on the morons before us first. James I don’t know what you’ve got going on in that head of yours, but Friday we straighten it out. We show the World that there is no stopping the freight train known as Legacy. We will show them why you are the GOAT. We will show them….”
“That….Wu-Tang ain’t Nothin to fuck with!” Noah leaps up from his chair and begins marching around the table repeating the hook over and over again.
The four remaining members of Legacy can’t control their laughter as Noah stops, gives them a quick shrug™ and tosses a fiver on the table. Shawn reaches over and puts the cash in his pocket. As Noah keeps going as the camera fades.
A Scene Transition so sick, you think that you’ve got COVID-20
Shawn is sitting at his desk glass of bourbon in his hand. North American Championship displayed proudly next to his Project Honor Tag Team title. Swirling the amber liquid around he notices the camera and smiles.
“Hello there GCWA faithful. It is I…. your GCWA Star of the Month for January, Shawn Warstein.”
“Now some of you might think that I don’t deserve my place at the head of the table. That majority of my victories are tainted in some way shape or form.”
Shawn nods slightly and then takes a sip of his bourbon.
“You’d be right…. but only slightly. If any of you were out into the same position as me, you would’ve failed time and time again. Over and over like it’s a bad comedy. Meanwhile I’ve used everything at my disposal to get to where I am. And what is that you ask?”
Shawn pats the North American Title with his free hand.
“Simply the longest reigning North American champions this fucking company has ever seen.”
Someone clearing their throat from behind the camera is heard.
“Well it’s only been around since….”
“I’m not paying you to talk or think. Facts don’t care about your feelings. If you feel a certain type of way about it do something. Vargas thought he could step up. He failed. Raging Dead thought he would be the one, and he disappeared faster than your girlfriend in an NBA locker room. Then there was Mikey…. Ohhh poor pathetic little Zybala. Trying so hard to be accepted, only for everyone to realize he’s a fucking dolt and played right into my hand. Too bad, so sad, back to your mother’s basement.”
“And what reward do I get for fending off all competition? Do I get a shot at the World title that was so viciously stolen from Legacy? No. Do I even get a news wire blurb about my accomplishments? Nope. That’s all good. I don’t want Mack or Deana or Ace to see me coming. For too long I’ve sat back and let other people play with the chess board. Fiddling with the pieces, making their moves. It’s okay. As I’ve said the World Title is coming back to Legacy. Not this week tho…. we are playing the long con now.”
“So if it's not this week then what are you going to do this week you ask?”
Shawn drums his fingertips over the desk and scoffs.
“Once again James and I are thrown the weakest of competition. Bets and Shootah. Two people who have no right to be in the ring, but since they don’t have any actual competition for Legacy they throw us the bottom of the barrel. I know that I’m getting sick and tired of not having any real competition, and I’m sure James feels the same way.”
“So to you Bets and Shootah, enjoy your one pay day from this company. Enjoy walking to the ring. Enjoy running the ropes before we come out. Enjoy it while it lasts. Make sure you set this money aside for all of the medical bills that are about to come your way. It’s not cheap having to change the wheels on a wheelchair. Or getting a talking box like Steven Hawking had before he passed away. Save the money for when this is all over, because you’re about to find out first hand, what happens when you fuck with the top of the mountain. Sure we know you’re below us. And yes we are going to run roughshod over you. We didn’t pick this. They did…”
“But we can only take what we are given. So I am going to do what I do every time I step into the ring.”
“Show up. Destroy everything in my path. Leave. And go home to my life that is so much better than anything you can imagine.”
“If you think this is the beginning of the end of Legacy…”
Shawn smiles down at both the titles on the desk and then back at the camera.
“We are just getting started.”
Shawn gives the camera a quick wink and it is abruptly cut to black.
