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Title: Feelin' disrespected
Post by: Wyatt Peterson on November 13, 2015, 11:55:27 PM

 Sunday, November 8th, 2015
University of the West Indies
Kingston, Jamaica
11:17pm EST</font color>

Climax Control has just ended in Kingston, Jamaica. Not more than a half hour ago, Drake Green beat Steve Ramone to retain the SCW Championship. One man in the arena was too preoccupied to watch the match. He was too busy being pissed off about a heinous act committed against him at the hands of SCW Roulette Champion, Goth. In case that didn’t give away his identity, it’s “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson. We open the scene backstage at the University of the West Indies and Wyatt Peterson is sitting on a bench in the men’s locker room. The fluorescent lighting casts Wyatt’s bare chest in a sickly yellow hue. Wyatt’s signature Stetson has been replaced atop his head by a large bandage. Wyatt’s demeanor can only be described as that of a ragin’ cowboy. He starts talking to himself.

Wyatt: That no good, yella belly! He jus’ had tah go an’ attack me from behind.

Wyatt suddenly shoots up to his feet.

Wyatt:That sonuvabitch jus’ took things tah a whole new level! If he thinks ah’m gonna jus’ roll o’er an’ die, he’s dead wrong. Mah momma raised me up tah be respectful tah e’eryone, an’ if it got down tah a fight ya gotta fight ‘em face tah face. Hittin’ someone from behind ain’t respectful at all. In fact, it’s one o’ the most disrespectful things ya can do tah a man.

Wyatt starts searching for something. He spots it just off camera and reached over and picks up his missing Stetson, which he promptly sets on his head.

Wyatt: Goth may have gotten the upper hand tonight, but he’s gonna find out firs’ hand the meanin’ of the sayin’ “karma’s a bitch”.

Wyatt storms out of the locker room as the scene fades.

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Wednesday, November 11th, 2015
El Mono Borracho
Havana, Cuba
10:33am EST</font color>

We’re a couple of days removed from the Climax Control where Goth took things to a whole new level in his feud with Wyatt Peterson. To say that Wyatt took it hard may be a bit of an understatement. After leaving the arena in Kingston, Jamaica, Wyatt took the first plane to the site of the next show, Havana, Cuba. As soon as the plane landed, Wyatt found his way to the nearest bar and started drinking. The last fourty-eight plus hours have been a mixture of drunken anger and drunken forgetfulness for Wyatt. At the moment, he’s quietly nursing a glass filled with a reddish-orange drink. The door swings open and the mid-morning light floods the usually dimly lit bar. Most of drunk patrons look towards the door, squinting, to see who’s causing the disruption. A man’s silhouette can be seen against the light. Once the door closes, we can see that it’s SCW interviewer “Stoner” Scott Oliver. He looks around the bar until he sees Wyatt sitting at the bar. The Stoner makes his way to the bar and takes a seat on the barstool next to “Big Country”. Wyatt seems oblivious to the Stoner’s arrival.

Stoner: Wyatt? Buddy? Are you okay?

Wyatt doesn’t look up, choosing to stare at his glass instead.

Wyatt: Ah’m fine.

The Stoner pauses for a moment to contemplate the best thing to say.

Stoner: Do you really think I’m gonna believe that? You’re drinking at ten in the morning.

Wyatt shrugs.

Wyatt: It’s a tequila sunrise. That’s basically breakfast.

Stoner grabs the larger man by the shoulders, attempting to make him face him. Wyatt shakes him off and turns to face him angrily.

Wyatt: What the hell, Scott?!?

Stoner: You’ve gotta snap out of it, Wyatt. I know you’re pissed that Goth attacked you at Climax Control, but you can’t let other people’s actions affect you. There are a lot of ass hats in the world, and if you let their actions affect you every time, you’re gonna waste a lot of your life in crap holes like this.

Wyatt turns back to his drink and takes a gulp. He absent-mindedly stares at his glass before responding.

Wyatt: Do ya remember a few years back when Tom turned his back on me? Ah thought he was the last person who’d ever do somethin’ like that tah me. That… that was the biggest betrayal ah’ve ever had happen tah me. It made me feel like there was nothin’ else good in this world. Ah was in such a funk. It took me forever tah git o’er that.

Wyatt takes a gulp from his glass.

Wyatt: Ah kinda feel the same way right now.

Wyatt stares down at his glass, deep in thought. The Stoner looks at him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Stoner: Seriously, dude? You’re comparing what happened between you and Tom to some ass hat attacking you? You need to get your shit together, man. This is the real world. Not everything is all sunshine and rainbows. Unless you get the good shit. Then everything really is sunshine and rainbows. And dragons.

The Stoner shudders at that last thought. Wyatt’s brow furrows as he really takes in what The Stoner said.

Wyatt: Ya know something? Yer right! Ah gotta git back on the horse, saddle or no. Ah ain’t gonna let Goth or anyone else try tah git me down. In fact, ah’m gonna go talk tah Christian tah get a match fer this weekend. Ah’m gonna show e’ryone that ah ain’t gonna go down without a fight.

Stoner: Dude, you don’t have to talk to Christian. You’re already booked in a hardcore match with Casey Williams and Connor Murphy.

Wyatt: A handicap match?!?

The Stoner laughs.

Stoner: No, man. It’s a triple threat. You know? One on one on one. Three way dance. Menage a…

Wyatt: Ah git it! Ah git it!

Wyatt leans back in his bar stool taking in this new information.

Wyatt: Ah don’ think this is gonna be too bad. Ah mean… ah’ve beaten Casey more times than ah can count. It may’ve been a few years, but ah’m pretty sure ah’ve still got his number. As far as this Connor guy… ah don’t really know anythin’ ‘bout ‘im. Ah’ve seen ‘im a couple of times backstage though. He ain’t exactly the biggest guy. Ah know that size ain’t e’rything, an’ ah won’t be takin’ ‘im lightly, but he ain’t gonna have an easy time with guys like me an’ Casey in the ring with ‘im. He’s definitely gonna be a bit o’erwhelmed by the pure size an’ power o’ the two of us.

Wyatt looks down at his nearly empty glass.

Wyatt: Ah guess ah should probably git some rest if ah’m gonna be in top shape this Sunday.

Wyatt takes the last gulp from his glass and puts it down on the counter. He pulls out his wallet and drops a couple of bills on the counter before standing up. The Stoner gets to his feet too. Wyatt slaps him across his upper back.

Wyatt: Thanks fer the pep talk, buddy. Ah won’t let ya down.

Stoner: I know you won’t. You’ve got this.

Wyatt: Yer damn right ah do!

The two men walk out of the bar together as the scene fades.