Post by Chris Williams on Feb 9, 2010 10:44:03 GMT -5
It is a breezy February morning just outside of Detroit, Michigan. The sun has barely crested the horizon, and the morning frost still whitens the otherwise green grass. The morning brings a chilliness not felt in weeks. However, no snow covers the ground, quite unusual for mid-February, as it has been a very mild winter. As the camera swivels over the frosted ground, it stops at a familiar gravestone.
Jack Williams
June 8, 1956 – October 11, 2004
“A great husband. A great father. A great friend.”
The camera sits motionless for a few moments, before we hear footsteps slowly walking from behind. As the camera turns, we see Chris Williams in full view. He is dressed as though he had just attended his father’s funeral, in black dress pants and a black button-up, with his wool pea-coat keeping him protected from this freezing weather. As he speaks, his face is filled with a mixture of sadness and relief.
Williams: I did it, Dad. I took five and a half years to fulfill my promise to you, but I did it. I became a World Champion, just like I told you I would. I defeated the best in the business, in front of thousands of people… and I became the best there is.
I still remember that night in the hospital, I still remember everything you told me… I’ll never forget. As you said it, I knew that would be the last time I could ever speak with you again, and yet I could have never told you everything I wanted to. There is so much more I needed you for, but I knew you’d stay with me. And I know you were with me in that ring, when I became a champion.
All of the years of taking beatings, all of the years killing my body to be better than I ever thought possible, all of the years of fighting my way to the top… all have paid off, just like you said it would. And now I start the second piece of my promise… to not only be a World Champion, but to be the best World Champion that there ever was. And the best World Champion that there ever will be. I will be a champion of the people, for the people. I need to do this for you. I need to do this for myself.
I need to do this to keep order in the company…. There is so much madness in the PWA. So many are only out for blood, they have forgotten what wrestling is. To them, it isn’t just two men displaying the best abilities that the world can offer. To them, it’s a war, and they will do anything they can to destroy their opponent. And now, with this belt… I’m the biggest target. They’ll all come after me, and I have to be ready.
This week might be the most shining example of what’s to come. I am in what could easily turn into a 3 on 1 match. I am going to be teamed up with a man who nearly broke me in half in my first week in the company. Yet now, he has to be my partner? Ross Lambert, a man with no morals or rules… is on my side? And I am supposed to expect him to play nice? This man has already told me that he wants nothing more than to destroy me, leave me for dead, and take my championship from me. And yet he is the hand that I’ll be reaching for? Will it be a hand of a friend or an enemy? I have no idea what he wants, or what he plans.
And the team that we are going up against? I have very little knowledge of either. I am somewhat familiar with Frank Washington. I know he’s just as likely to give you a hand as he is to stab you in the back. He’s not to be trusted as far as I can throw him. In his debut even, the man who helped bring him into the business, his tag team partner and my FRIEND, Robert Garland…. Washington attacked him as soon as Garland turned his back! Washington helped put him into the hospital! Now I have to expect him to stick to the rules of the match…. There is no way I will be turning my back on him, be it before, during, or after this fight.
Which reminds me of the last piece of trash in this dogfight. This is the man I want to take care of myself. Andrew Franklin. He single-handedly ended Alex Storm’s career in wrestling at Chapter 2. In a match that Alex wanted to go out on a high note, or at least on a fair one, this man resorted to everything that he could think of to injure Storm. The man has no regard for anyone, and thinks that he can have the world in his hands. Well this week, I need to show him what happens in the PWA when you step on the wrong toes. As the best in this company, I need to be the one that takes him down a peg. With all of his petty, childish drivel that’s spewing from his mouth, he needs to start focusing on his wrestling. He seems a bit too worried about my title than this upcoming match. Franklin, you don’t need to worry about when, or if, I will lose this title. You need to worry about me. But for now, I am your champion.
Thanks to you, Dad. I promise to be the absolute best champion that I can be. I will be the leader of this company, the light of the entire business. I will be the name that the people chant, night in and night out. I don’t care if others believe that it makes me weak… I don’t fight for those people. I fight for the ones that call my name, that believe in me. Now, I’m no hero, I’m just a fighter… but I’m a fighter for everything that I believe to be right, and you can be damn sure that I’m the best damn fighter in this business, and nobody is taking this title… not Franklin, not Washington, not Lambert… and especially not Michael Smart. He can do whatever he wants to get this from me, but there is no way that I’ll hand it over.
But just because I’m the champion doesn’t mean that I won’t need you anymore, pops. If anything, I’ll need you now more than ever. I’ve got a target on my back, and I need you to look out for me. Because I can’t do this all without you. You’re the one that got me here, and I’m gonna need your help to stay here. Because if I’m going to be the best champion that the world has ever seen, I’m going to need to beat the World itself. And that’s not a one-man job….
Wish you were here, Dad.
Williams digs in his pocket, and pulls out a photograph. It is a photograph of Chapter 2, with Williams sitting in the middle of the ring on his knees, holding his World Title high in the air. He sets the picture down next to the gravestone, and walks away as the camera fades….
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Jack Williams
June 8, 1956 – October 11, 2004
“A great husband. A great father. A great friend.”
The camera sits motionless for a few moments, before we hear footsteps slowly walking from behind. As the camera turns, we see Chris Williams in full view. He is dressed as though he had just attended his father’s funeral, in black dress pants and a black button-up, with his wool pea-coat keeping him protected from this freezing weather. As he speaks, his face is filled with a mixture of sadness and relief.
Williams: I did it, Dad. I took five and a half years to fulfill my promise to you, but I did it. I became a World Champion, just like I told you I would. I defeated the best in the business, in front of thousands of people… and I became the best there is.
I still remember that night in the hospital, I still remember everything you told me… I’ll never forget. As you said it, I knew that would be the last time I could ever speak with you again, and yet I could have never told you everything I wanted to. There is so much more I needed you for, but I knew you’d stay with me. And I know you were with me in that ring, when I became a champion.
All of the years of taking beatings, all of the years killing my body to be better than I ever thought possible, all of the years of fighting my way to the top… all have paid off, just like you said it would. And now I start the second piece of my promise… to not only be a World Champion, but to be the best World Champion that there ever was. And the best World Champion that there ever will be. I will be a champion of the people, for the people. I need to do this for you. I need to do this for myself.
I need to do this to keep order in the company…. There is so much madness in the PWA. So many are only out for blood, they have forgotten what wrestling is. To them, it isn’t just two men displaying the best abilities that the world can offer. To them, it’s a war, and they will do anything they can to destroy their opponent. And now, with this belt… I’m the biggest target. They’ll all come after me, and I have to be ready.
This week might be the most shining example of what’s to come. I am in what could easily turn into a 3 on 1 match. I am going to be teamed up with a man who nearly broke me in half in my first week in the company. Yet now, he has to be my partner? Ross Lambert, a man with no morals or rules… is on my side? And I am supposed to expect him to play nice? This man has already told me that he wants nothing more than to destroy me, leave me for dead, and take my championship from me. And yet he is the hand that I’ll be reaching for? Will it be a hand of a friend or an enemy? I have no idea what he wants, or what he plans.
And the team that we are going up against? I have very little knowledge of either. I am somewhat familiar with Frank Washington. I know he’s just as likely to give you a hand as he is to stab you in the back. He’s not to be trusted as far as I can throw him. In his debut even, the man who helped bring him into the business, his tag team partner and my FRIEND, Robert Garland…. Washington attacked him as soon as Garland turned his back! Washington helped put him into the hospital! Now I have to expect him to stick to the rules of the match…. There is no way I will be turning my back on him, be it before, during, or after this fight.
Which reminds me of the last piece of trash in this dogfight. This is the man I want to take care of myself. Andrew Franklin. He single-handedly ended Alex Storm’s career in wrestling at Chapter 2. In a match that Alex wanted to go out on a high note, or at least on a fair one, this man resorted to everything that he could think of to injure Storm. The man has no regard for anyone, and thinks that he can have the world in his hands. Well this week, I need to show him what happens in the PWA when you step on the wrong toes. As the best in this company, I need to be the one that takes him down a peg. With all of his petty, childish drivel that’s spewing from his mouth, he needs to start focusing on his wrestling. He seems a bit too worried about my title than this upcoming match. Franklin, you don’t need to worry about when, or if, I will lose this title. You need to worry about me. But for now, I am your champion.
Thanks to you, Dad. I promise to be the absolute best champion that I can be. I will be the leader of this company, the light of the entire business. I will be the name that the people chant, night in and night out. I don’t care if others believe that it makes me weak… I don’t fight for those people. I fight for the ones that call my name, that believe in me. Now, I’m no hero, I’m just a fighter… but I’m a fighter for everything that I believe to be right, and you can be damn sure that I’m the best damn fighter in this business, and nobody is taking this title… not Franklin, not Washington, not Lambert… and especially not Michael Smart. He can do whatever he wants to get this from me, but there is no way that I’ll hand it over.
But just because I’m the champion doesn’t mean that I won’t need you anymore, pops. If anything, I’ll need you now more than ever. I’ve got a target on my back, and I need you to look out for me. Because I can’t do this all without you. You’re the one that got me here, and I’m gonna need your help to stay here. Because if I’m going to be the best champion that the world has ever seen, I’m going to need to beat the World itself. And that’s not a one-man job….
Wish you were here, Dad.
Williams digs in his pocket, and pulls out a photograph. It is a photograph of Chapter 2, with Williams sitting in the middle of the ring on his knees, holding his World Title high in the air. He sets the picture down next to the gravestone, and walks away as the camera fades….
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