Post by The Kayby on Dec 7, 2020 23:29:33 GMT -5
As the camera fades in from darkness we see the side profile of Kayby Hale Cassidy. Clad in the red and black plaid jacket that every true Canadian owns, a pair of light blue jeans that accentuates his defined derriere, and a Toronto Blue Jays toque he got the night of the (in)famous Bat Flip. The dim light permeating through the leaves of a dense wood around him indicates it is mid-morning. Creeping through the overgrowth, a single beam of light shines upon the somber face of Kayby Hale Cassidy, perfectly illuminating it. "There was once an NHL goaltender named Ilya Bryzgalov; and indulge me, if you will, for just a moment. See, he went through a pretty rough losing streak. In a post-game interview he said he had zero confidence in himself. He described himself as being lost in the woods..." He gazes around at his environment with just a slight crack in his façade. "And that's where I find myself now. I have zero confidence in myself, and why should I have any? I am going up against Daniel Christopher, which pretty much means I went from being viewed as competition for Damon Warrens and America "American Jackson" Jackson to being competition for Daniel Christopher. Just to remind everyone, the guy that, ONCE AGAIN, came this," he holds his thumb and index finger apart by less than an eighth of an inch. "fucking close to winning the Strong Style Championship is going up against the man I, not only pinned, but made bleed too. That is how much they value me," he says as he throws his arms up in exasperation. "And I can't honestly blame them for that. I know that I am good enough to take the crown, but I keep taking a wrong turn to get out of these FUCKING woods. I-" he pauses for five seconds in an attempt to regain composure.
"Daniel Christopher is, simply put, below me in the wrestling ring," he says, reaffirming it to himself. "I know this for a fact because I've been in the ring with him already. Back at Vendetta, I leaped to the top rope and I threw Daniel Christopher clear across the ring with an Exploder Suplex. I pinned him once and I know I can do it again." In a display ripped right out of Disney movie, Kayby Hale Cassidy notices on the forest bed a small trail of bread crumbs. Suddenly filled once again with a sense of purpose, determination, and most of all, confidence, he begins hastily following the trail.
"Do you want to know the difference between you and I, Dan-ton Abbey You keep saying you only want to hurt people; you want to tear people down. Danny-boy, I've been letting people see me hurt since day one in this company. You use your strength to hide your weakness; I make my weakness my strength. Daniel Christopher is like a Hummer caught in the sand, and the driver can't get any traction but he hammers the gas anyway." His confident, if not cocky, smolder crawls back on his face. "No one in the back believes that I am among the elite in this company, but Arden does. She believes that I can make it to the top of this company. When ever I find myself lost in the woods she always leaves me a trail of breadcrumbs so I can find my way back home. And that, District of Columbia, is more than what I need to take you down." A faint white light begins shining just up ahead Kayby Hale Cassidy. With a swagger in his step, he quickly approaches the light. "Ladies and gentlemen, from the center of the damn universe in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the "Better Than You-ligan" Kayby Hale Cassidy."
Act II: Catty Banter
The scene opens up with the mid-morning sun shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a modern rustic apartment. The snow gently dances below to the metaphorical dumpster fire that is Dundas at Bay. Sitting on the black pleather couch taking in the winter's day is Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor with a cup of coffee, black. Placed atop a coaster on the coffee table is a second cup of coffee; it was for Kayby Hale Cassidy, also black. As if on cue, rounding the corner from a hallway on the right is our protagonist. He strides over to the couch without saying a word. He kisses the top of Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor's head before stepping overtop of the the back of the couch. He reaches toward the coffee table and lifts his cup of coffee. Bringing it close to his face, Kayby Hale Cassidy takes a second to appreciate the aroma Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor's coffee. He takes a sip with closed eyes. "You are absolutely incredible, Arden," he says, opening his eyes and looking at her.
"You're damn right I am," she says as she pulls a Juul from the incredibly tiny pockets of her jeans. "Glad to see you've come back from the land of the dead."
"I kind of had to get up. We have to leave soon if we want to beat that doofus Daniel Christopher." He said stretching his arms out.
"I'm glad to be back, Bambi."
"Oh ew," she says, noticeably recoiling. "That guy looks like he doesn't believe in showering."
"Yeah, he's real greasy. I almost don't want to touch him at all. I'm not thrilled about that one. Have you seen his girlfriend?"
"Oh, you mean the robot? I've seen more personality from a dining room table than I've seen from Jessica Lee."
"I think I've heard her say seven words total." Kayby Hale Cassidy chimes in. "Every single one of them was about their sex life."
"Ugh, their very public sex life. I have imagined things I have never wanted to imagine, and I am haunted daily by it." Kayby Hale Cassidy laughs at her joke. "And the whole 'I'm going to make people bleed' schtick, what's that all about?"
"I know, right. I couldn't even get through thirty seconds of him. I'm pretty sure his promos from last week could be considered a form of audio torture. Daniel Christopher straight up released a war crime for Vendetta." Kayby Hale Cassidy takes another sip of what is amazing coffee. He looks down into his coffee in contemplation again; a hint of doubt creeping back in. "We're going to beat Daniel Christopher."
"We're going to knock Daniel Christopher clean out cold, and we will use him as a launching pad. Hale, when you win this match you will be placed directly in line for a Strong Style Championship match. The only other Strong Style League match is the Alex Scott's rematch. It doesn't matter if Swamp Sow Leah or Mr. Two First Names wins, there will need to be a new number one contender. This win can set up the legacy we will build here in APW." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor holds her arms out cautiously. "We just need to take it all one step at a time." She smiles at Kayby Hale Cassidy. "I believe in you."
"I know you do." He says.
The setting begins to change Kayby Hale Cassidy once again. This time he is surrounded by what appears to be an endless void of black around him. A spotlight shines over to illuminate Kayby Hale Cassidy. "See, Daniel Christopher? That is what separates you from me. I have got someone that not only stands with me, but stands beside me. Like she said to me my third week here, we burn our history in order to forge our destiny. Daniel, burning our history means burning you too. This week at the Monday Night Metal Supercard I will leave you in my past where you will do nothing but collect dust. I'd say sorry, but I'm not actually sorry about that. You are an adequate sacrifice, but that is all you are to me." The camera fades to black.
