Rough Draft
My vision of a confrontation between Oz and Killspree from 1999....
The scene opens when Oz, the #1 contender for the PWA World Belt, is sitting on a park bench at a remote location. He is in his street clothes and appears to be waiting on someone. Suddenly, as a gust of wind blows by that someone appears. It's Killspree, the PWA World Champion. Oz turns to face his nemesis and immediately prepares himself for any surprises Killspree may have for him.
Killspree: Don't worry, there's nothing gonna happen, well unless you feel like tasting my boot.
Oz: You try my patience, as usual. Why the hell did you call me here?
Killspree: It's funny you should ask. Honestly, I don't know what compelled me to call you here Oz, but you must admit it shook you up didn't it? You never saw this coming.
Oz: You talk too much for your own good.
Killspree: So I'm told.
Oz: Enough! What the HELL do you want?!
Killspree: So impatient, just like you are in the ring deadman.
Oz: Watch it boy. I'm not far from chokeslamming your ass through this bench.
Killspree: Right. Just like when you told Nevermore he'd never take your I.C. strap. But you're right, enough of the small talk Oz. I want to get straight down to business with you. See, the reason I called you here is because you and I have this little match coming up.
Oz: Yeah we do.
Killspree: This time, it's no tag match, no fourway. It's you and I 1 on 1 for MY belt. My PWA WORLD TITLE!!! Do you honestly think you stand a chance? I mean, you must have forgotten Oz, you've never come close to beating me. Even when we were tag partners you couldn't carry your load. I had to carry the ball you dropped which is exactly why I turned on you.
Oz: Oh, is that so?
Killspree: Yes. You also have to know that I haven't lost 1 match since I won the the belt. Not 1 match Oz. Hell, I even pinned your ass after I knocked your teeth down your throat.
Oz: I know you've pinned me. I remember it well. Lets see, can you remember who beat you for your Euro strap? Oh, that's right it was that punk Kidd!
Killspree immediately gets frustrated and rares back his right fist as if to hit Oz for what he just said. He stops, though, when he sees Oz hasn't even flinched. Killspree smiles and lowers his fist.
Killspree: Don't worry boy, I ain't gonna hit ya. Not yet.
Oz: Jesus Christ! Would you hurry up and tell me what the hell you want.
Killspree: Oh, I can't wait until I get the chance to bury my foot down your throat. I called you here to try and talk sense into you. You're going into a fight of your life on a bit of a losing streak. I've beaten you and Nevermore has beaten your ass a few times. The matches you were fortunate enough to win you had to fight for your life. I'm wondering why I'm fighting you in the first place. There are other guys who are much more deserving that you'll ever be. Oz, I want you to back out of this match. You can't win, it's impossible.
Oz: We'll see.
Killspree: Are you listening to me?!! Have you heard one word I've said?!! You can't win!! I've got backup Oz. I've got hired help. You don't stand a damn chance. Just leave, walkaway!!! Don't show up!! Don't let your family see you get destroyed by me!! Don't you care about your family Oz?!! Don't let them see what I'm going to do to you!!
Oz: Make sure and polish up my belt for me. See you at Summer Heat.
Oz gets up and walks away from Killspree. The champ continues screaming at Oz until Oz is no longer in sight. Killspree then utters one last phrase to the #1 contender.
Killspree: See you there, deadman.
The scene opens when Oz, the #1 contender for the PWA World Belt, is sitting on a park bench at a remote location. He is in his street clothes and appears to be waiting on someone. Suddenly, as a gust of wind blows by that someone appears. It's Killspree, the PWA World Champion. Oz turns to face his nemesis and immediately prepares himself for any surprises Killspree may have for him.
Killspree: Don't worry, there's nothing gonna happen, well unless you feel like tasting my boot.
Oz: You try my patience, as usual. Why the hell did you call me here?
Killspree: It's funny you should ask. Honestly, I don't know what compelled me to call you here Oz, but you must admit it shook you up didn't it? You never saw this coming.
Oz: You talk too much for your own good.
Killspree: So I'm told.
Oz: Enough! What the HELL do you want?!
Killspree: So impatient, just like you are in the ring deadman.
Oz: Watch it boy. I'm not far from chokeslamming your ass through this bench.
Killspree: Right. Just like when you told Nevermore he'd never take your I.C. strap. But you're right, enough of the small talk Oz. I want to get straight down to business with you. See, the reason I called you here is because you and I have this little match coming up.
Oz: Yeah we do.
Killspree: This time, it's no tag match, no fourway. It's you and I 1 on 1 for MY belt. My PWA WORLD TITLE!!! Do you honestly think you stand a chance? I mean, you must have forgotten Oz, you've never come close to beating me. Even when we were tag partners you couldn't carry your load. I had to carry the ball you dropped which is exactly why I turned on you.
Oz: Oh, is that so?
Killspree: Yes. You also have to know that I haven't lost 1 match since I won the the belt. Not 1 match Oz. Hell, I even pinned your ass after I knocked your teeth down your throat.
Oz: I know you've pinned me. I remember it well. Lets see, can you remember who beat you for your Euro strap? Oh, that's right it was that punk Kidd!
Killspree immediately gets frustrated and rares back his right fist as if to hit Oz for what he just said. He stops, though, when he sees Oz hasn't even flinched. Killspree smiles and lowers his fist.
Killspree: Don't worry boy, I ain't gonna hit ya. Not yet.
Oz: Jesus Christ! Would you hurry up and tell me what the hell you want.
Killspree: Oh, I can't wait until I get the chance to bury my foot down your throat. I called you here to try and talk sense into you. You're going into a fight of your life on a bit of a losing streak. I've beaten you and Nevermore has beaten your ass a few times. The matches you were fortunate enough to win you had to fight for your life. I'm wondering why I'm fighting you in the first place. There are other guys who are much more deserving that you'll ever be. Oz, I want you to back out of this match. You can't win, it's impossible.
Oz: We'll see.
Killspree: Are you listening to me?!! Have you heard one word I've said?!! You can't win!! I've got backup Oz. I've got hired help. You don't stand a damn chance. Just leave, walkaway!!! Don't show up!! Don't let your family see you get destroyed by me!! Don't you care about your family Oz?!! Don't let them see what I'm going to do to you!!
Oz: Make sure and polish up my belt for me. See you at Summer Heat.
Oz gets up and walks away from Killspree. The champ continues screaming at Oz until Oz is no longer in sight. Killspree then utters one last phrase to the #1 contender.
Killspree: See you there, deadman.