pain
n.

1. An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder.
2. Suffering or distress.

It seems such as a simple word you look at it like that, doesn’t it? Yet does this dictionary definition actually do justice to such a powerful word? I don’t think so. I don’t think you can define a feeling of such intensity in just one or two sentences. If you want to understand the definition of pain – then you’ve got to experience the feeling for yourself. You’ve got experience the feeling in large quantity too.

Pain is a focal point of wrestling. You couldn’t beat your opponent if it wasn’t. However, some athletes slack off and don’t apply as much pressure as they could do. They don’t swing that chair just for the blood rush of hurting someone else. I think they’re soft, to be quite blunt.

The winners of this world will let nothing stand in their way as they rise to the top. They won’t release that submission five minutes after the bell as twenty officials swarm them. They won’t think of whether or not their opponent’s leg is broken as they milk that figure four leg lock.

They won’t care that their opponent has passed out courtesy of a Torture rack.

Just think about that for a second. No, five seconds. Think about the winners and losers in life. If you’re prepared to go that extra mile – the rewards are there. Chris Champion falls very much into this category.

[The scene begins with The Educator and Georgina Valentine ordering their dinner in a Restaurant somewhere in Florida. Last time out, The Educator was looking for a manager and Georgina seemed to fit the bill quite nicely. She continually smiles with a sexy grin on her face as the world seems to be pass her by. Even The Educator seems to be a little more pleasant around her. He’s wearing a casual white shirt and some black trousers. Georgina is wearing a red low cut top and a pair of tight jeans.

The Educator seems slightly stressed at the day he’s been having as he begins to explain to Georgina]

The Educator – “I really do hope that none of those damn photographers are loitering around waiting for me again! I’ve had around twenty idiots trying to snap me at home or in my car in the past few hours. It’s getting ridiculous! I threatened to knock one of them out before.”

Georgina Valentine – “Don’t worry about it, Chris. It’s all happening because you’re winning matches. The public are bound to sit up and take more notice of you now. You’re the HWF’s greatest prospect. You’re arguably the best chance that the Company has of dethroning Cross!

The Educator – “There’s no arguably about it, Georgina. I’m the latest Super star to emerge that’s not tainted with the odour of defeat. Certain individuals walk around backstage and think about consequence before walking down that aisle. That’s their flaw. That’s why they’ll not go the extra mile to ensure a victory. That’s why I’ve got an advantage on ninety percent of the locker room.

Georgina Valentine – “Well, I thought you had a great match against Travis Miller at Suicide the other day too. You did exactly what you intended to do! You completely embarrassed him in front of millions of people! It was a joy to watch!”

The Educator – “Let me tell you that the pleasure was very much mine. Miller is nothing more than an insignificant bug that got what was coming to him. I’ve knocked him out twice in as many shows now. It’s getting rather embarrassing.”

Georgina Valentine – “Yeah. I guess. But I know what you’re like – you love it!”

The Educator – “A part of me does love it, yeah. But then, there’s another side to the story. Another part of me wants to face something better. I don’t want to whipping scum like Miller for the rest of my days and walking away with an easy winners cheque. I’m not in this for the money. I’m in it because I want to show the rest of the HWF just how inferior they really are next to a class act such as myself.”

Georgina Valentine – “Yeah. Miller is only the beginning! ”

The Educator – “Quite right. Listen, Georgina, I asked you out tonight because I wanted to discuss your application to be my manager.”

Georgina Valentine – “Ok? How’d I go on?”

The Educator – “I’m pleased to say that you’ve now been installed as my new manager and it wasn’t a tough decision!”

Georgina Valentine – “Sweet!”

The Educator – “I think that having you by my side will take me to a new level of competition. You see, I can tell you’re an innocent sort of person and that’s what I need as I begin my climb. I need someone that’s not out to steal a cut of my profits or cash in on my stardom. This is very much about Chris Champion and do believe that you understand that concept.”

Georgina Valentine – “Of course, Chris! This relationship is very much about you!”

[One of the waiters approaches the table armed with a silver dish and a cheeky smile. The waiter looks to have an itchy noise as he continues to scratch it with his free hand. He places the dish down on the table as his moustache twinkles in line with his smile. The Educator flashes him a “What the hell are you standing there for?” look as finally the smile disappears and the waiter turns around nervously to take another order at a table opposite]

The Educator – “Weirdo. I think he knows who I am. I better keep a low profile before those photographers can wind of this public appearance.”

[The Educator removes the lid on the silver dish as Georgina looks on in expectation. To the surprise of our hero, Chris lifts the lid and is not confronted by a turkey. Wrapped carefully in between tomatoes and lettuce is none other than a large builder’s hat]

The Educator – “What the hell is this?”

[“OH YEAH!” is heard from the opposite table as the waiter spins around and removes a fake moustache. It’s none other than Bogus Bill – the guy who previously had tried to apply for the position of Chris Champion’s manager]

The Educator – “Bill?”

Bogus Bill – “You better believe it, baby! I’m back, jack! Ready to roll, Bob Dole!”

The Educator – “Have you been taking acid again per chance?”

Bogus Bill – “Dude, I’m stoked up on everything on the A Class list! Oh yeah, baby!”

[The Educator sighs as he looks despairingly towards Georgina. With a little shake of the head, The Educator continues]

The Educator – “What exactly has possessed you to follow me to this Restaurant? Did I not make it clear enough last time that I have no use for you in my life? You see Bill, that’s what I do with people like you. I milk them for all that they’re worth and then throw them to the curb. In your case, I’d be milking nothing because you’re a worthless bum that offers nothing to life on this Planet except an abuse of an oxygen supply!”

Bogus Bill – “That was a good one liner, Eddy! Very good in fact! However, if you want to be in my gang then you’ve got to be able to work people into a frenzy within three words! That’s your problem, man! You just drone on and on! There’s nothing spur of the moment to you. There’s nothing spontaneous. It’s mundane. Dull. Boring. Repe…”

The Educator – “Enough! I’ve heard just about all I want to you hear from you. You chase me around like some kind of ambulance following Lawyer and then what? You proceed to interrupt my dinner and tell me I suck? How about this one, Bill? How sad must an individual be to follow someone round every hour of the day just to slag them off? In fact, don’t answer. You’ll only be wasting another thirty seconds of my life! Now, if you’ll excuse us, my new manager and I are waiting for our real dinner.”

Bogus Bill - “Your new manager? Baby, baby! This tarted up pencil in a frock is your new manager? She looks like the sort of woman that would sleep with a Politician for a cheap buck! Hell, I’ve seen classier acts in the gutter!”

The Educator – “Who in God’s name do you think you are?”

Bogus Bill – “I’m Bogus Bill, baby! OH YE…”

[After witnessing his manager take a barrage of verbal assaults, Chris Champion can seemingly take no more as he flips the table and throws Bogus Bill to the floor. The entire Restaurant comes to a stand still as Champion begins to stomp on the silly little figure. The Educator finally picks him up and throws him over another table much to the amazement of another couple in the Restaurant. Chicken legs fly as Bogus Bill crashes to the floor in a heap]

The Educator – “God damn it! Will someone get rid of this idiot before I really get wound up?”

[Three waiters escort a dazed Bogus Bill off the premises as The Educator adjusts the napkin that had been neatly tucked into his shirt collar. He then proceeds to pick up his own table and sits back down and smiles gently in the direction of Georgina]

The Educator – “Idiots.”

Georgina Valentine – “You should have seen his face as he went crashing through that table over there! He looked like Travis Miller did when you put him in The Final Examination at Suicide! I’ll never forget the look on his face!”

The Educator – “It felt good. I could almost taste his screams as I crucified his back. It gave me an enough sense of satisfaction. In fact, it was rather sickening when I eventually dumped him to the ground because I looked down and there was Travis Miller – motionless. He could have been dead and I wouldn’t have cared one bit. That’s my mentality though. I don’t care who I hurt and how I do it. It’s all about the win. I’ll trample everyone in the same manner…because I can.

Last week at Suicide, I began to show Travis Miller what I’m all about. This week I’m going to take it up to a whole new level. It’s still not enough that I’ve humiliated you twice on global Television. I have to do this, Travis. It’s the only way that I can prove my worth to the HWF and show the millions of people out there that I’m not just a hyped up Brit with a bad attitude. I’m much more than that as we both know and I’ll be damned if the rest of the world doesn’t know it by American Nightmare.

Take five seconds to think about the future.

That’s my new goal you see, Travis. I’m looking at the pay per view as the ultimate way of extracting my retribution. It’ll be mark the one month anniversary of my screw job at Hangover at your hands and what better way to celebrate that feat?

The question still begs though – just how am I going to celebrate it exactly?

You have to realise that I’m the one that’s calling the shots here. I’m the one that’s going to tell you when and where I’m prepared to wrestle. You, Travis Miller, will simply show up because you have to. Because you’re told to. Because I want you to be there. You’re yet another part of the system. You’re just another wrestler that stands in my way of bringing down the HWF hierarchy and exposing most of the roster as substandard wrestlers that shouldn’t have a future with this company. However, you personify everything I want to destroy so perfectly, Travis. That’s why I want your pain.

You’re going to be made an example of time and time again until the HWF thinks about the performances of wrestlers like you.

I live for the moment. I live by no rules. I live to break people like you. Why? Because you’re a stain on the society that I exist in. I want to become a stronger part of that society and eliminate the weak. You are the weak.

I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again; there’s no place for you here in the HWF, Travis. I’m here because I represent the best of British wrestling. I’m here because I can potentially wreck someone’s night within a few seconds. What does Travis Miller bring to the dance? Travis Miller brings two knockouts within as many weeks. It’s just not cool is it, Trav? I hope you’re beginning to understand now why I can’t let you look good in any way what so ever. It’s my duty to expose you for the fraud of a wrestler that you are and ensure that early retirement is definitely a plausible option.

Take five seconds to just think about that option.

I want to take you to the breaking point, Travis. I want you to wake up in the morning and see images of being slammed into the mat hovering around in your mind. I want to be the reason that you can’t sleep at night. It’s the only way I’ll be fully sure that I’ve extracted enough revenge for my embarrassment at Hangover. This game is all about torment. We play by my rules though. It’s almost as if you’re a voodoo doll and I hold all the pins. Day by day, I’m going to sink the tip of the pin a little deeper into the wound. I’ll do it slowly. I want you to experience mind numbing pain every week. That’s what The Final Examination is all about as you already know. It is the most devastating and painful move that wrestling has ever created. You’ll feel it once again this coming Sunday as I hoist you up for the world to see and crush your back.

Take five seconds to just think about that sort of pain.

I can almost sense your body heat picking up as you think about what I’ve already done to you, Travis. Wide that tiny bead of sweat from the top of your head and look at me when I say that next time I won’t be draping any T-shirts over your fallen body. No. I think that was a little too easy for you. When you’re lying face down in the mat after I’ve dropped your lifeless body from my shoulders this Sunday – I’m taking all of this to a new level. I’m going to step up the tempo. We’re going to miss a few gears and go right into overdrive.

That’s right, Travis. On Sunday night, you’re going to exposed to the real Chris Champion. The Chris Champion that knows no limits and doesn’t even understand the concept of mercy. The real Chris Champion hears no bells. It’s just one constant fight. One constant blood bath. Look into my eyes when I’m saying all this; then you’ll understand that everything I say is the truth.

You’ve not got very long left in this Company now, Travis Miller.

Take 5 seconds to think about your demise.”

[The scene finishes as The Educator stares deeply into the camera as you can almost see the inner tension emerge from within. The camera fades to black leaving the final imprint of The Educator’s eyes focusing on the camera like a swirling black abyss]