Kris Starr's workout is over and "Ichabod" rolls his eyes at the television screen. He leaves the little hotel room and walks down to the street. He is at Isle of Palms, SC in Charleston. He steps out on one of the beach access ramps and sits on the end of it. The waves break gently on the shore, washing small crabs onto the land, which scuttle around before running back into the water. He laughs at the irony, the small things trying to be a part of the action and getting thrust out so many times. It reminds him of Kris Starr's determination... which is all in vain.
You don't listen much, do you Kris? I complimented you when this all started. I gave you the chance to defend that title you hold so dearly against a living legend. You through that offer in my face, so I declined your offer for Ring Wars. Now you come out saying that "you" won't be giving me that shot...and that "I" shouldn't ask for it. Are you some kind of idiot?? You made that offer and I declined you stupid shit.
Then you continue to talk about Ichabod not being a legend anymore and living in the past. Newsflash, asshole, I'm not Ichabod. I'm using his image to do my deeds and execute my plans. I thought I'd made that clear to you, but you're damn skull is so thick with muscles that it doesn't seem to register.
Finally, you say I'm bragging when I talk of Ichabod's past. No, I just wanted to make it clear to you who he was, because up until I did, you made it sound like you had never heard of the guy. You made him sound like another one of you, a low carder. So I set the record straight. I'm not bragging, how could I? That would be like Al Gore bragging that G.W. is president. I hate Ichabod, he is my enemy. That's why I'm using him like this, you simple minded fool.
"Ichabod" walks back toward the road and heads toward Ft. Moultrie. He can already see the battlements of the fort. He stares around at the cannons which haven't been fired in a long time. As he walks past he cuts across the field and sits on the wall of the fort.
Kris I don't doubt your talent at all, but you have a hell of a lot to learn about the games that lie beneath this business. It is the pattern of the thread that weaves the fabric of wrestling. The professional wrestling business is thirty percent physical, twenty percent willpower, and fifty percent mentality. The mentality isn't just what goes through your mind for each match, as your little interviewer asks you, its the cycle of events you orchestrate in your head, then watch play out as your career unfolds. It is the path you follow, which you must choose when if you want to get ahead. If you only take things as they come, you get no where. Don't call the kettle black, little pot, for you are making yourself out to be the fool.
You've had some great winning records so far in WOW, none compared to Ichabod's, of course, who was in one half of the main events at King Karnage in his first month in WOW. But you need a lesson in humility, Kris, and I have been the one chosen to teach you. They still think I am Ichabod, so they feel it a wise choice. Why not test the up and comer with a legend? It is a wise choice, but not because its Ichabod. Its because its one of your own, a never will be who just might prosper if the chips fall right. They will only fall if you take control, Kris, and right now, I am in control. You are playing my mind game, and you are losing, just as you will lose the physical battle on Monday. I tried to help you, and you refused. You brought this on yourself, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry I have to do this to someone who mirrors me so well.
"Ichabod" stares over the battlements toward the few surfers who desperately try to catch the bigger waves that are so rare. The man within "Ichabod" at this time is more like the surfers, always grabbing what they can until the big pay off. Eventually they will get that big wave because they are persistant. Kris is the crabs, "Ichabod" is the surfers. One is persistant and knowledgeable, taking what he can, while the other just goes in and fights, loses or wins, and goes in to fight the same battle over and over and over until he is dead.
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