Anger Management
FADE IN...
7:00 PM, the Greensboro, NC home of Troy Douglas. Troy sits in his living room, the television turned off, reading the New York Times Sports Section. He wears a pair of orange Syracuse University basketball shorts and a black and orange EPW Black Dawn t-shirt, along with a pair off white socks and no shoes. He tosses the folded newspaper onto his glass coffee table and looks directly at the camera. His demeanor is calm, but the fire in his eyes is almost tangible.
So, Adam Benjamin is Empire Pro's inaugural Intercontinnental Champion.
All I have to say to that is; congratulations, Adam, and welcome to the worst possible situation you could ever get yourself into.
You see, Benji, you may have earned that belt in a hell of a match against Karl Brown. Yes, you beat your fellow countryman with one of the most unbelievable counter manuevers any of us have ever seen. And certainly, you have every right to consider yourself one of the finest in the world at this sports. That's all well and good for you, Adam Benjamin.
Me? I earned a hell of a lot more than that at Black Dawn.
I was this close, THIS CLOSE, to a shot at Christian Sands in Atlanta. Marcus F*cking Wescott doesn't decide to exchange favors with Cam Cruise and insert his nosy little a** into our proceedings, then Cruise gets the End of the Road and three seconds later, I've got myself a World Title shot at Aggression.
The world works in myserious ways, doesn't it Marcus.
You interfere with my business, costing me a shot at the big belt, and just a little later, your neither man, nor Beast enough to bring home the gold and celebrate with a little four way of your own with Lindsay, Cameron, and Mercedes.
Kinky, ain't it?
Cameron, I don't know if you and Wescott planned this, but if you did, neither of you will ever stop feeling the consequences of your actions. I know it, you know it, and the entire world knows that the number one contendership was stolen from me at Madison Square Garden. I was on my way to the top, and yet another person decides to, yet again, hold me down.
As I've said, time and time again, that's nothing but a delay to the inevitable. There's no doubt in my mind that eventually, no matter who holds that belt, I WILL one day become the number one contender. After that, I'll just be number one. I don't care if Sands, Cruise, Beast, Logan, or anyone else has that belt. Come hell or high water, it'll be mine in the end. But apparently, once again, there's yet another detour for me. Yet another diversion before I reach the end of the road and that World Heavyweight Championship belt gets strapped around my waist.
That detour for your's truly, is "Your's Truly".
Heh. Pardon the pun.
Adam, like I said, you have my respect. You're a hell of a wrestler and a damn tough competitor, and there's nobody in this sport who can dare deny that. You've been through hell in matches like Mayhem Mountain, just like I went through hell at Battleground Britain. You and I, we've both survived through all of that to reach the very pinnacle of our profession. But, right now, I'm not the person you want to be dealing with, Benjamin.
Ask Beast, ask Marx, ask Clapper, and ask Cruise just who I am, and just what I'm all about right now. I'm telling you RIGHT NOW, that your Intercontinnental Championship means absolutely nothing to me, Benjamin. All that matters to me is that big pot of gold lying, not over the rainbow, but at the end of the road. This is where I make a statement to everyone who thinks that I'm distracted, that I can't hack it with the big boys.
You've got to be kidding yourselves.
Despite the fact that I've yet to end up as the victor in an EPW match, I've made my mark on each and every member of this company. All of them know that I'm out there waiting, and nobody, absolutely NOBODY wants a piece of me at this point, not even you Marcus, nor our "all mighty Champion" Christian Sands.
Adam, you just happen to be in a very bad place, at a very bad time.
Come Aggression in Atlanta, my quest begins anew. The road starts yet again, and all the anger, all the rage I'm feeling in the aftermath of Black Dawn, that all gets focused on you, Adam. Yes, its true all I care about is that World Heavyweight Title waiting for me in the distance, but that doesn't mean I won't use a variety of methods to wrest that Intercontinnental Title from your little British a**.
Sorry.
I'll leave y'all with a couple final words. Marcus Wescott, as I've stated before, your time will indeed come, as you've now stolen World Title shots from my twice in a matter of weeks. Cameron Cruise, you wrestled a hell of a match, but the only man who received a Reality Check was you, when you found out that only with another man's help could you handle me. Christian Sands, you know I'll be seeing you and that belt in the near future.
Finally, for you Adam. You, sir, are the first Intercontinnental Champion here in Empire Pro. At Aggression in Atlanta, I think I'll let you have another first here in this company.
Our first EX Intercontinnental Champion.
That's my part, I'll see you at the end of the road. And y'all know where that'll take me.
See ya.
...FADE OUT