The first shot is that of a scenery shot. A van parked outside of a local BBQ Restaurant in whatever town it was driven to. Living inside of it was none other than our resident flippy boy, Sawyer Xavier. He could be seen leaning back in the driver’s seat, watching something on the little TV he installed into the van. He seems to be rewatching Road To The Gold. Rewatching every little piece of detail from his time on the show.
He rewinded if he felt he missed something. He wanted to make sure everything was the way he thought. On his 30th or so rewatch, he turned the TV Off. He leaned back in the seat, letting the cold air of the AC blast against his face. As the time ticked by, Sawyer turned back on the TV, instead opting to have background noise on.
Sawyer would find himself listening to the sounds of a Shopping Channel as another car drives into the parking lot. After around 20 seconds, Sawyer heard a knock on a van. He perked up into his seat and exited the car, greeting the man who knocked on it.
“Hello Mr. Brilliant.” “Please, just call me George. Mr. is too formal for my liking. Anyways, this is where we’re meeting? I’d expect a bit more “fancy” style.” “I don’t know if you knew this, but I’m from the south. BBQ is one of the best things to bond over.” The pair made their way over to the entrance of the BBQ Restaurant, where the smell of smoked meat and sweet sauce filled the air.
As the pair entered the restaurant, they were greeted by an old woman. She wore an eye patch over her right eye and her posture was poor-ish. “Glenda! How’s Robert?” “He’s fine. Cranky as always, snapped his leg tryna fix a hole in the roof.” “Ouchhh. Anyways, I’d like a table for two. Decided to show my pal George the best there is.”
“Can do sweetheart. The usual for you?” Sawyer nodded his head as George spoke up “I’ll decide in a bit.” Glenda nodded as Sawyer and George entered the building. Playing through the speakers was country music. George looked a bit out of place as Sawyer led him to a table in the corner. “You wanted to talk partnership? At least have some fun!” “It’s not my definition of fun. Are all Southern Restaurants like this?” “Depends on where. We have soul food, traditional, all that stuff.”
“Anyways, onto business. What you did out there last week was amazing! Even if you lost your match, the fans went home remembering your name.” “Do you think I sent a message?” “Eh?” “Do you think I made Brandon Roberts and his bandit of Canadian Freaks realize what they’re getting into?” “I’d say so. I mean, think about it. This kid who has never say never energy who won’t stop until he stands tall over his energy. I’m sure your message has been sent.”
“That’s what I thought. I could have done it better though. If only I didn’t let them get into my head, I would have beat Norman!” Sawyer would almost slam his fist into the table, but stopped. “Sorry about that. Got a bit worked up.” “It’s fine, I understand. It’s gotta be frustrating. But don’t let it get to your head.” Sawyer leaned back “Was it stupid of me to say I didn’t need help?” “I’d say so. There’s some things you can’t do alone!” “I guess you’re right.”
Glenda came over to the table with a plate of ribs “Here ya go X. Give me a holler if you need something else.” “Why does she still call you X?” “Kinda what my names been dumbed down to here. She’s a nice lady. I talk to her all the time.” Sawyer took a bite out of a rib.
“So, kiddo. What’s your gameplan for the match. That’s what is important right now.” “It’s kinda simple. I’ll go out there, beat Jean-Louis until he can’t stand anymore. I don’t care how much of my body I cripple. I don’t care if I get lashed in the head with a chair, piledrived onto concrete, thrown through glass. I will not quit until I can say I beat Jean-Louis Gagnon.”
“You really hate these guys that much? Canadians aren’t that bad, if I do say so myself.” “I forgot you’re Canadian, but that doesn’t matter. Ever since they arrived in AMA, they’ve made my world a living hell. And I won’t stop at anything until I get my hands on all of them.” “That mentality is gonna get you hurt. You should quit before you get too far ahead.”
That word. Quit. A word that sparked something in him. Something that irked him. “Quit? You think I will quit?! If I quit now, all I’ve done up to this point is useless! If I were to quit, they would win. They win when I give up. And If I don’t give up, I can beat them. I can make Brandon Roberts, Don Marshall, and Jean-Louis Gagnon pay for what they’ve done to me and everyone else.”
“Because once I say ‘I Quit’, I’ll be nothing. A soulless carcass. Do you understand what happens to people who quit? They decay away. They become obscure. Nobody remembers a quitter!” George looked a bit speechless, but nodded in acknowledgement.
“I get where you are coming from. I didn’t know you had that fire in you. But, prove me wrong. I’ll be watching you. And I hope you succeed.” “Yeah. By the way, you should try a rib. Heaven on earth.” Sawyer remarked as the promo ended.
