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Putting the Ghost to Rest - Christopher Isles - 12-10-2015
[REC]
[We fade in on Christopher Isles standing behind a podium while wearing what appears to be a t-shirt made out to look like a tuxedo's top. He's standing in front of a podium that looks like it hasn't been refurnished in years. While Chris would normally be smiling in front of the camera, he's holding a serious face, as if he's acting dignified and completely serious, something he almost never is. His eyes are focused in on the camcorder's lens as he fixes his papers.]
Christopher: Ladies and gentlemen, fans of the XWF and CCWF, I have some sad news to pass onto ya. The upcoming match between me and my opponent, Ghost Tank, will be his very last match here. Just when the company got back on it's feet and secured TV deals that would make sure we wouldn't go out of business anytime soon, GT decided that he was tired of always losing to everyone and wants to hang up the towel before anything could happen. So, on behalf of every one here, I will now read out GT's best moments here in the XWF.
[With virtually no delay, Chris moves his head down to look at the papers he has in his hands. After a few seconds of looking at the paper in complete silence, he tosses his paper away and lets it fly off screen with the wind. The paper turned out to be blank, as evidenced by how it turns around constantly from the wind's force. This process repeats itself several times, revealing that all the papers were completely blank to the viewers at home. Finally, he runs out of papers to toss away. Chris lifts his head back at the camera, with wide eyes and an embarrassed smile on his face. He exhales slowly at the camera and laughs uneasily.]
Christopher: Well, this is awkward, apparently I forgot to write down any accomplishments GT had. Not to worry, brahs. I have a Plan B. Just in case it turned out that GT had no actual accomplishments, I had Dustin interview some XWF fans not too long ago for some filler. So please, enjoy this footage while I try to think about what accomplishments he has.
[PLAY]
[We fade in on a busy looking street somewhere in America. Dustin is holding the camera rather shakily as he walks down the sidewalk. The camcorder is being pointed at various people, possibly as if he's looking for a certain somebody. Many people have passed by and Dustin hasn't stopped one person for questioning. He sighs, since they all look like normal people who haven't watched the XWF at all. He sighs and continues to walk down the street.]
Dustin: Nope, I don't see any fan of the XWF anywhere. Maybe it's just a waste of time. I mean, it's been three fuckin' months since went under, so I shouldn't be surprised.
[Just as he's about to give up, he sees a group of fraternity men and women with many XWF shirts on, all of which are of many different XWF Pay Per Views.]
Dustin: Guess I spoke too soon, brah.
[Without hesitation, Dustin approaches the frat boys and girls who apparently lack a single care in the world. Dustin walks right in front of them to stop them from walking away, since the opportunity is too perfect to pass up. The frat boys and girls stop walking after he does this.]
Dustin: 'Scuse me, guys, ya'll are XWF fans, yeah?
Girl 1: Yeah, dude!
Boy 1: No shit!
Boy 2: What gave it away? The shirt?
Girl 2: Totally!
[Dustin smiles as they essentially affirm the obvious.]
Dustin: Sweet! Say, what all of your favorite wrestlers? Ya know, like Vinnie Lane, Morbid Angel, Christopher Isles?
[This takes the frat boys and girls a little while to answer this. They think about it by talking among themselves for what feels like a year. They then turn around and answer his question in unison.]
Girl 1: I really like Robbie Bourbon! He's so funny!
Boy 1: Trax, without a doubt!
Boy 2: It's gotta be Frodo. I love that guy.
Girl 2: Gonna go with Abigail! Girl power!
[The cameraman can be heard humming in agreement with their answers. He doesn't really care, but he's interested in their answers.]
Dustin: Alright, those are some pretty cool answers. Now I wanna ask y'all somethin'. Do any of ya know who Ghost Tank is?
[This question appears to stun all of them for a bit. They turn to each other to see if they know who this mysterious "Ghost Tank" is. They all shake their heads no and shrug in confusion. They all turn back to Dustin with confused looks on their faces.]
All: We dunno.
[Dustin laughs at this and proceeds to shake everyone's hands for their time.]
Dustin: 'Sall I needed ta know. Thanks, guys.
[He proceeds to walk away and turn the camcorder off, making the scene instantly cut back to the familiar face of Christopher Isles.]
[REC]
Christopher: Oh hey, you're back already. I hoped that interview woulda taken a little longer. But as you can guess, I can't come up with any real accomplishments for this guy. I mean, he lost the first round of the King of the XWF tourney, he never won any titles, and I honestly cannot remember all that much about him other than when he was in the Asylum. I mean, he speared the Aerial Knight through the cage wall, but that's 'bout all I can remember on the toppa my head. Not ta worry though, brah, I'll make sure that you'll have quite a shocking final match.
[He laughs at the pun he just made.]
Christopher: 'Preciate the respect ya have towards me too, brah. Hope ya can handle some jabs toward your direction. It's in the contract, after all. Oh, and you don't hafta worry 'bout me losin' this belt either, dude. I plan on keepin' this belt for a long time. Hell, I was the one who ended Game Girl's undefeated streak and championship reign, so I should expect nothin' but good things from here on out. I'm ridin' the current, so ta say.
You have a high pain tolerance, ya say? I'd imagine since ya took part in a meat hook match with that Calypso fucker. Ta be honest with ya, GT, I have a rather high pain tolerance as well. I mean, I hafta have pain tolerance. Me and Dustin were hitting each other a lot with shit that we could find around the neighborhood, so shit like tire irons and old wood tables were common on that trampoline ring of ours.
[From out of the blue, Chris turns around and lifts his shirt up to reveal a nasty scar on his left shoulder blade.]
Christopher: Ya can see that, yeah? I got that from when Dustin threw me against a glass pane. Almost couldn't circle it around anymore if it hadn't been removed. I got him back good too. Whacked him upside the head with a trash can. If I can handle glass, I'm sure I can handle that electric whip of yours, brah. I mean, I would've been shit backyard wrestling if I couldn't, ya kna? Hell, I wouldn't even be called the Hardcore Hero if I couldn't withstand a couple of jolts from a joy buzzer.
[Chris lowers his shirt and turns back towards the camera.]
Christopher: Trust me, brah, you've seen the people that I fought and all the crazy shit that I took from all of 'em. And yet, I stuck around because my skin is as thick as an elephant's. I can take all the shit you'll throw at me and more, dude. Not just because of all the shit I've taken before. But hey, maybe you conduit and vacate the belt on your retirement match. I'm not gonna let that happen easily, brah, but maybe.
Just be careful, dude, I'll be charging at ya with everything I've got. Make sure you do the same.
[The scene fades out as he goes to turn off the camcorder.]