Vs Watts (3rd and final match)

[eddiehavok]

Eddie is slowly walking the club`s yard. Wrapped up with a heavy coat, he is strategically placing his steps as he navigates across the frozen snow and sheets of ice. Out of nowhere areas of Britain had been covered in a blanket of snow during the night. Nearly a week later and no sign of improvement.

“Snow, really… nothing that I hate more. I was willing to put up with the scoring heat and the heavy downpour. Snow has to be my least favorite.!”

As Eddie reaches one of the corners of the yard, he slowly turns and looks back across the yard, everything looks the same but at the same time completely different. It had been roughly a year since the last time that a blanket of snow had laid down across his hometown.

“Strange to think how things can be the same after a year, but also be so different after the same period”

Slowly Eddie makes his way back to the clubhouse at the far end of the yard.

“So back to business. Watts, it appears that once again you wish to try and prove yourself.”

“Honestly, it is almost funny. You were given the opportunity to face me during the tournament, as we all know by now, that ended in a time limit draw. “

“I was happy to leave it at that, after all I wasn't that interested in trying to win the new title. Surprisingly, you demanded a rematch with a longer time period. You were so convinced that you could get the job done, with a longer time period. You truly believed that if you only had a few more minutes you could have won.”

“Then the rematch was booked. Thirty minute time limit this time, instead of fifteen minutes. You walked in convinced and believing your own hype, this time you could get the job done.”

“At this time, you are becoming more than an annoying pest. So the second opportunity came around and then passed just as quickly. What a disappointment for you!”

“You failed to get the job done, even after demanding a rematch. Double countout, why the hell not. You didn't beat me, you didn't get the job done.”

“I remember heading back to the locker, thinking to myself. Now that is over and done with, I can finally look forward to reclaiming what was once mine.”

“Later that evening I find that a third encounter between me and you has booked you the New Year Bash show! Once again, acting like a spoiled little brat. You have demanded yet another chance to try and beat me. Honestly, is all of the time and effort that you have put in trying to beat me, worth it?”

“It appears that you have become so obsessed with beating me. Tell me. Getting the win, and having your hand raised in the end. Will it truly feed that hungry, that desire to prove that you are better. Will it actually solve anything, let's look at this for a moment, even if you win in this next match. It will always be overshadowed by the fact that in the first two matches you could get the job done. I very much doubt that you will actually manage to get the job done this time, more than likely you will buckle under the pressure of trying to finally get the win. From my point of view a draw, time limit draw or even a double count out. I still won, the first match I kept you busy until the time ran out. Like I said I wasn't that invested in the match or the tournament.”

“Second match I was just more than happy to keep the win from your gasp, it was worth taking the draw after how much you bragged to everyone that, with a longer time limit you would get the win. To start with, it amused me a little, now you are doing nothing more than pissing me off.”

“You comment leading up to the last show. I caught it, just choose not to respond.”

“Well it might be my catch phrase. Just about now, if you look very closely, you can see the truth in those words. Beat me if you can! Survive if I let you!”

“Beat me if you can, Survive if I let you! Yea you have proven that you couldn't beat me. You have had two opportunities already. How many more do you need.. One, ten, a hundred? Where will this obsession end? Well it would also appear that I have allowed you to survive more than once already.”

"You wanted a trilogy! Didn't I hear that that was what you wanted. You are aware that in the third part of a trilogy that all beats are off. Look at the old horror film trilogies. The third part the rules are broken, anyone can die this time. Now you will find out that our third match, all beats are now off as well. This time you will have to really step up. It is a case of beating me, if you can't beat me this time. I'm not sure I am in the mood to allow you to survive. This time this obsession of yours ends. I will refuse to spend anfy more time on you, you have stopped being amusing, or just being annoying. You are now standing in the way of my goals, and now costing me bigger payslips.

“Let's face facts, people really aint that bother about seeing us squaring off against each other for the third time. Now be me facing off against Fowler for the third time, there is a huge pay day. That is the big draw. So listen up little fish, you really aint worth my time, sure as hell ain't worth the pay slip. No matter the outcome at New Years Bash, we are done, got that Bitch!”

Finally Eddie reaches the club house and enters.

"Now you I am fed up with you just as much as this weather"

Eddie slams the door close, behind him.