Doug Gavelon vs. Early Beauchamp

[AJ Supreme]

RP for match below

[Doug Gavelon]

9/15/08
Fayetteville, AR
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[Ever since coming home from the hospital and the answering machine message that sent him into a rage, Doug Gavelon has spent his time isolated in his apartment. He hasn’t been outside since this incident. He spends most days sobbing, pacing around or simply laying in bed and looking up at the ceiling with a blank stare. On this day, he decides to dig out his small camcorder from its resting area in his computer desk and record his thoughts. He grabs a blank mini disc from the same drawer and proceeds into the living room. He sets the camera on the table sitting between the couch and the TV as Doug sits down on the couch. He turns the little screen around so that he can see himself and see what he needs to adjust before filming. After fixing his mangled hair slightly, he reaches for the red button on the camera and presses in. He slouches forward with a blank, depressed look on his face.]

DG: Looking back, it’s hard to believe how such a beautiful dream could turn into such a nightmare. It’s like, these past few months, I built myself a castle of illusions where I could only live for a few moments. Now, I sit at this table with nothing….but words. That castle came down when I found my love lying on the ground with Bettie and every member of John Q. Public standing next to me with their accusations. Everything that I’ve accomplished since being in RCW, everything I’ve tried to put behind me, everything noble and decent that I’ve tried to be came crashing down.

[Doug pauses for a moment as his breathing gets heavier. He tries to calm himself before continuing.]

DG: I’ve had to unplug my answering machine and stop answering phone calls and text messages because of what people are saying to me. My e-mail is overflowing with constant hatred. I even find myself on the verge of a panic attack just trying to retrieve my mail every day. They all say the same things: “You should be in jail!” “You’re a murdering psychopath!” “Bring us those steel-toed boots!” For those of you wondering, yes, I do own a pair of those boots.

[Doug lowers his head for a moment and shakes his head in disagreement. His stringy, unwashed hair flowing back-and-forth.]

DG: I’m sure that’ll more than crucify me in the eyes of many people when they see this but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care because I’m already dead. I died the second I found Tiffany on the floor.

[Doug raises his head and stares off at the wall to his right.]

DG: Besides, it seems that no matter what I do or say these days, people will find a way to use it against me anyway. It doesn’t matter to them that thousands, if not millions, of people have steel-toed boots. It doesn’t matter to them because, like I’ve said before, it just makes too much sense for me to be the culprit. They need someone to point the finger at and that happens to be me.

[Doug lowers his head and slowly swings his head back to face the camera. Once he does, he locks his eyes in on the lens and just looks deep into the camera for a few moments.]

DG: Since it happened, I’ve contemplated just walking away from the company and this sport that I love….but I just can’t do it. I can’t abandon my role as the Natural Champion. I just can’t disappoint what fans I have left or even myself. I have to push on in the face of this adversity. As such, RCW matched me up in the main event of Southern Dynamite with Cletus Beauchamp’s son, Early. Early seems like a naïve, enjoyable competitor. Unlike his father, he may make something of himself one day. However, with the mindset I currently have, I just wanna take all of my frustrations out on the hog boy. Sadly, for him, that’s exactly what I will do at Southern Dynamite. I will use all of this pain, this anger, this sadness, this tragedy and just let it pour out in the ring as I end Early’s hopes for a title shot in the near future. I already know that people will boo me, throw things at me, yell obscenities at me, maybe even try to kill me but I just don’t care anymore. They can’t take my life from me because my life is already over. Until you see this lifeless figure that was once Doug Gavelon wander into the Boys and Girls Club, I have some nightmares to which I must return.

[Doug reaches out and shuts off the camera. He removes the mini disc and walks back to the computer desk where he grabs a white envelope. He places the disc in the envelope, seals it and writes “RCW Office” on the front. He proceeds to the front door with restrained effort and slowly opens the door. He carefully places the letter inside his mailbox before quickly shutting himself back in.]