Johnny Cannon: The Man With A Score To Settle

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"I was robbed. I was fucking robbed!" Cannon screamed as he tossed his towel down in the lockeroom minutes after his controversial loss to Fiona Rourke.

“That's the understatement of the year. Jon Collins owes us an explanation. Someone needs to be held accountable for the atrocity that just happened to us.” Goodrich responded, fuming like a pot on a kettle.

“I deserve a rematch and Dan Arnouil needs to be fired. His incompetence cost me the International Championship.” Cannon shouted, as sweat rapidly cascaded from his spiky hair and brow.

Goodrich pulls out his iPhone 5, and begins making a call. “You're damn right. I'm getting Rufus Frost on the phone right now. I want some answers.”

“Tell Rufus I didn't sign here to be disrespected and cheated out of opportunities that I have EARNED.” Cannon articulated, shaking his head in frustrated disbelief.

Goodrich raises a finger, gesturing for Cannon to hold that thought as he waits for answer on the other line. “I'm not getting any answer. The prick is probably staring right at the phone right now."

“That sounds like him. Why would he want to face us after his handpicked employee just cost me the International Championship.” Cannon said, motioning at Goodrich to pass him the towel. “I just got screwed out of the International Title. Some justice is indeed in order. And I'm going to get it by any means necessary...”

“What exactly do you plan to do?” Goodrich inquired worriedly as Cannon wiped himself down with the towel. “We need to act sensible... we are professionals after all, and you have a worldwide image that you need to keep intact.”

“First off I'm going to personally see to it that Mr. Arnouil is held accountable for his stupidity...” Cannon said belligerently. “…And then I'm going to make sure Fiona Rourke knows that this is FAR from over.”

“I'm behind you one hundred percent on that notion.” Goodrich responded as he called Rufus back. “What exactly do you have in mind.”

“I'm going to Jon Collins, Rufus Frost, or whoever I need to confront to make sure Arnouil is held responsible for his reprehensible actions.” Johnny declared. “And if they don't willingly fire him, then I'm going to make sure the media gives this company SO much negative attention, that they're forced to can his ass and give me what I demand.”

“I'm right ahead of you. I'll do what I can to make sure that point is well received." Goodrich said, placing his iPhone back inside his pocket. “And what are your plans for Ms. Rourke”

“I'm going to settle the score. She owes me a re-match. If she takes herself seriously as the International Champion, she knows she didn't beat me. She may have won the match, and walked away with the championship, but she didn't really beat me. She hasn't earned anyone's respect, especially mine.”

“And what about the Winter Road Tournament. You're still in it. I wouldn't recommend you completely focus on her.” Goodrich added, grabbing Cannon's jacket and shades from his locker.

Oh don't get it confused. Johnny Cannon is in it to win it. I'm the best fighter in the world. I'm going to run through the rest of these talent-less hacks and become the first Exodus Pro World Champion. That much you don't have to worry about.” Cannon affirmed, planting his fist into his palm.

“No doubt sir. I've already made your dinner arrangements and reservations. The limo will be waiting for us outside.” Goodrich smiled, handing Cannon his outerwear and accessories.

"I'm a superstar Goodrich. I'm a living, breathing superstar. That much is indisputable. E-Pro Wrestling is going to recognize that. Whether they like it or not. " He declares, slipping on his Armani shades and custom track jacket.

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“I don't know you. I won't pretend to, or try to get to. I don't bit much care either...” Johnny says, adjusting the expensive scarf that hangs around his neck. He wipes off his crisp sweater, and glances at Quinn Goodrich who sits beside him before continuing.

“But I will say this... I've thought about your little proposition.” He adjusts his Rolex which glimmers in the lights of the venue he's recording in. “I've given it some serious thought. When I was making love to two women I brought back to the hotel last night, I was thinking about it. When I was eating my cheese egg omelette, I was thinking about it. I'm here to let you know what my answer is.” Cannon pauses for a moment, before bursting into hysterical laughter. Goodrich promptly follows suit, joining his associate.

“That's what I think of your little proposition. Let me explain something to you Daisuke, people like me NEVER fade away. I mean, how could I? Wherever I go, I'm noticed. I go from city to city, and people chase me down for autographs, or tell me how much of an inspiration they are to me. Do you know how many times I've put a smile on some sickly, retarded child's face as a member of the 'Make A Wish' foundation? Too many. I will never be forgotten. I am not burning out. I was another second away from being the Exodus International Champion. I wholeheartedly believe that with a competent referee, that would have come to fruition. ” He scoffs, and checks his watch. “I'm far from burning out. I've got all the time in the world. Whether or not I win this Winter Road Tournament, I'll still be a superstar that receives plaudits and applause from the teaming masses. You on the other hand, will remain to be a wanker.”

“What you, and the rest of these 'wrestlers' that couldn't even be a stunt double for me have to realize, is that I'm a showstopper.”

“Fiona Rourke got outclassed last week. I was beating her at her own game. As I promised, I managed to wrestle a five star caliber match with a competitor well beneath my quality. That's because I can carry ANYBODY to greatness, to a memorable bout. That's why I don't need to join up with people like you my friend. You want to build a legion, but the fact of the matter is, I already am.”

“I'm a one man legion... a one man wrecking crew... and a motherfucking problem.”

“You think you understand me Daisuke, but you don't. You can only pretend to, or try to understand me. You think you have an idea of what kind of man Johnny Cannon is, but you don't - that's the thing that will lead to your downfall. One thing I've got to give Fiona Rourke credit for, is realizing what kind of competitor I am, and more importantly, understanding what greatness is when she sees it. And my friend, I'm the true 'Great One.' I'm the quintessential combatant, and the essence of greatness. You're going to learn that this week. It's a particular lesson that I'm going to repeatedly beat into you with blunt blows to the head through blistering punches and precise forearm shots…”

“You're delusional, especially if you think I'm at least a bit much concerned or intimidated by you. Actually, I laugh at you, and the thought of your little proverbial storm. In fact, I welcome you to bring your little storm. I'll happily ride that tornado, and surf those waves, right to an impressive victory and straight to the top of this company. You've obviously been reading some Manga lately, and watching classic Bruce Lee movies, and now you think you can go toe-to-toe with someone like me. Let me assure you this, I don't care what kind of Jujitsu you've mastered, or what level of chakra you've amassed, you're going to get your fucking head kicked in.”

“You claim that regardless of the outcome of your encounter, you won't be bothered, that it won't be a setback for you. Don't kid yourself old boy. Once you step into the ring with me, you're going to get a glimpse of a man that completely personifies the word incredible. I'm a remarkable individual, who can do remarkable, extraordinary things in between those ropes. You're going to get a taste of these abilities. The quickness... the swiftness of my attacks... the might and force behind every strike and grapple... you're going to feel it all. And once it's clear to you that you can't hang with God's greatest creation, you'll be sent into a downward spiral, that you won't be able to recover from. And in the end, it will be you that will fade away into obscurity and oblivion." He shrugs his shoulders with a callous indifference.

"God made two types of people. He made winners, and he made losers. I'm a winner. He intended to make me. He took his time, and gave his best effort when he way molding me into the exceptional man that you see today. He was simply bored when he made people like you. It took all week for him to make the Greatest Man That Ever Lived... he through you and all the other losers together on Sunday during his rest period. That's why you're going to be beaten decisively this week. In my last match, I was robbed of the International Championship, due to the incompetence of an official. I am partially to blame I guess, for allowing my ego to get in the way of me seeing through to the finish. This week, I won't make that same tactical mistake. That's because I'm going to leave no doubt, and no chance of the outcome being altered. I'm simply going to kick your head in until I knock you out cold.” He says with conviction, and self assurance.

"My days are indeed numbered Daisuke. It's the idea that you think my time here is being counted down that you have confused. My time here hasn't even officially started yet. I mean, just look at things, and put them into proper perspective. I just had an International Championship match. While the rest of you pre-Madonnas are looking to win this Winter Road Tournament to finally prove yourselves as competent wrestlers and formidable opponents, I'm already getting opportunities handed to me. And though I may have been the victim of horrible officiating that caused me to fail and capture the aforementioned championship, the proof is still in the pudding. Daisuke, I'm only going to ascend up the ranks. That much is obvious. I'm STILL the favorite to win this tournament. I lost this week, and I didn't win the week before, yet I am STILL the man that people believe will be taking the champagne shower and eating caviar when this is all said and done." His eyes brighten up, meanwhile Goodrich grins from ear to ear.

"Why you ask?"

"It's because I'm the man. I'm everything that you and the rest of these second rate stars are hoping to be. You want to win the Winter Road Tournament so you can call yourself a superstar. I don't need that. I'm a superstar three hundred, sixty five days a year. Winning this thing will just be the cherry on top of a smaller cherry on top of the sundae of awesome that is my existence." He glances at Goodrich, who nods approvingly.

"In closing, I'd like to thank everyone who took time out of their day to listen to me. Needless to say, it's the best decision you'll make all day. And as far as I'm concerned Daisuke, I have nothing left to say to you. A wiseman did once say, that words are unnecessary, and it was probably the same sage that suggested actions speak louder than them. That's true. And this week when we throw down in the RIMAC arena, my words are going to speak loudly." He grins superciliously."In fact they're going to be quite vociferous, quite tumultuous even."

"So prepare to have your ears ringing, and your bell rung old boy, because I'm Johnny Cannon, and I'm everything you're not... and everything you could only hope to be..."

Fade to Black.