AGGRESSION 42: Larry Tact vs. Omega
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Starstruck
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<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype>[Camera pans in to an old abandoned warehouse in an undisclosed location of <st1:state><st1>Missouri</st1></st1:state>, where we see Eee Pee Dubya’s resident nut job sitting on some crates looking at some photographs. The camera moves in closer to see that the photographs are of a young boy with a nurse standing in a doorway smiling.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Here is a picture of me at age nine with Barbara Miller my former nurse and the only woman to ever believe in me. She was the one that instilled in me that I was a person and that I was not the monster that people seem to label me as. Barbara told me that I could do ANYTHING that I wanted to do. The only person to see the real Omega. <o>
</o> [Omega starred at the picture for a moment before speaking again.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: She was the only one to accept me. She gave me hope that there were others like her that would accept a man into society who spent most of his life in a mental institution. But that’s not the case. Especially here in Eeee Peee Dubya where you are labeled as soon as you walk into the promotion. I have been in the promotion for almost two months and I am still ridiculed in the back. I am still out casted by the upper echelon here. Case in point last week at Aggression forty-one.<o></o>
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[Omega sighs.]<o></o>
OMEGA: I had the honor to step into the ring against the man that some say should be World Champion right now. A man that I had total respect for when I heard this match was signed. Someone that I felt that I could showcase my wrestling talents against in a one on one match for the ages. But this person seemed to not take to kindly of stepping into the ring with me. He was dare I say irritated at being demeaned into facing someone like me per say.<o></o>
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OMEGA: It doesn’t matter to me at all because that type of reaction I am used to but didn’t expect it from some one like JAY-AYE. Nevertheless I shocked the world last week by pinning the former World Champion’s shoulders to the mat. I am definitely excited about the outcome of the match but not by the circumstances that occurred during the week of the match.<o></o>
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[Omega stands as he grabs the picture from the crate.]<o></o>
OMEGA: Barbara taught me that I would have to overcome a lot of obstacles in my life and that is something I am prepared for. I know that I belong in this promotion and I don’t plan to leave until I deem it fit. Which takes us to Aggression forty-two in <st1:city><st1>Buffalo</st1></st1:city>? The powers that be have me in a match against Larry Tact, a former multi-time World Champion and a quarter member of the newly formed group The Anthology. But it seems that Mr. Tact will not be coming alone as he will be bring another member from his group with him, one Shawn Hart.<o></o>
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[Omega smirks for a second.] <o></o>
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OMEGA: This really doesn’t surprise me at all. I knew that Tact would not come alone. When groups or cliques are formed they seem to run in packs at all times. I may not agree with the tactics but I do see how this would be beneficial to an individual, to have someone watch his back. So as it seems for the second week in a row I am outnumbered going into a match. Last week I prevailed against JAY-AYE and the thousands of his hometown fans. This week my odds will not be as outrageous but they are odds nonetheless.<o></o>
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[Omega scratches his goatee for a moment as he was in thought.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Larry I don’t think this will be a walk in the park for you. You my friend will be another one of my victims as I move closer and closer to Wrestleverse three and my match with Frankie Scott where I will get Barb back. Am I thinking that far ahead and looking past you Larry, not in the least. I always focus on the task at hand. The task at hand this week is to dismantle Larry Tact in the center of the ring and if Shawn Hart interferes then he will also become a victim.<o></o>
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OMEGA: I don’t have any ill will toward you or your group but I am determined to get something back that belongs to me and I can’t be held accountable for what I do in that ring to get her back. I am sure that you and your Anthology running mates will be very confident since you are basically all over the entire show this week. I even heard Jared Wells say that you and Hart are going to rape me.<o></o>
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[Omega laughs.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: As I’ve told many before and will tell many after, don’t underestimate what you don’t want to understand. So Larry Tact I welcome our two on one handicap match. It’s not like the odds have never been stacked against me before. Larry and Shawn, I will see you two at Aggression forty-two. Be prepared for a fight because they are not as nice as I am.<o></o>
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[Camera fades out.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Here is a picture of me at age nine with Barbara Miller my former nurse and the only woman to ever believe in me. She was the one that instilled in me that I was a person and that I was not the monster that people seem to label me as. Barbara told me that I could do ANYTHING that I wanted to do. The only person to see the real Omega. <o>
</o> [Omega starred at the picture for a moment before speaking again.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: She was the only one to accept me. She gave me hope that there were others like her that would accept a man into society who spent most of his life in a mental institution. But that’s not the case. Especially here in Eeee Peee Dubya where you are labeled as soon as you walk into the promotion. I have been in the promotion for almost two months and I am still ridiculed in the back. I am still out casted by the upper echelon here. Case in point last week at Aggression forty-one.<o></o>
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[Omega sighs.]<o></o>
OMEGA: I had the honor to step into the ring against the man that some say should be World Champion right now. A man that I had total respect for when I heard this match was signed. Someone that I felt that I could showcase my wrestling talents against in a one on one match for the ages. But this person seemed to not take to kindly of stepping into the ring with me. He was dare I say irritated at being demeaned into facing someone like me per say.<o></o>
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OMEGA: It doesn’t matter to me at all because that type of reaction I am used to but didn’t expect it from some one like JAY-AYE. Nevertheless I shocked the world last week by pinning the former World Champion’s shoulders to the mat. I am definitely excited about the outcome of the match but not by the circumstances that occurred during the week of the match.<o></o>
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[Omega stands as he grabs the picture from the crate.]<o></o>
OMEGA: Barbara taught me that I would have to overcome a lot of obstacles in my life and that is something I am prepared for. I know that I belong in this promotion and I don’t plan to leave until I deem it fit. Which takes us to Aggression forty-two in <st1:city><st1>Buffalo</st1></st1:city>? The powers that be have me in a match against Larry Tact, a former multi-time World Champion and a quarter member of the newly formed group The Anthology. But it seems that Mr. Tact will not be coming alone as he will be bring another member from his group with him, one Shawn Hart.<o></o>
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[Omega smirks for a second.] <o></o>
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OMEGA: This really doesn’t surprise me at all. I knew that Tact would not come alone. When groups or cliques are formed they seem to run in packs at all times. I may not agree with the tactics but I do see how this would be beneficial to an individual, to have someone watch his back. So as it seems for the second week in a row I am outnumbered going into a match. Last week I prevailed against JAY-AYE and the thousands of his hometown fans. This week my odds will not be as outrageous but they are odds nonetheless.<o></o>
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[Omega scratches his goatee for a moment as he was in thought.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Larry I don’t think this will be a walk in the park for you. You my friend will be another one of my victims as I move closer and closer to Wrestleverse three and my match with Frankie Scott where I will get Barb back. Am I thinking that far ahead and looking past you Larry, not in the least. I always focus on the task at hand. The task at hand this week is to dismantle Larry Tact in the center of the ring and if Shawn Hart interferes then he will also become a victim.<o></o>
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OMEGA: I don’t have any ill will toward you or your group but I am determined to get something back that belongs to me and I can’t be held accountable for what I do in that ring to get her back. I am sure that you and your Anthology running mates will be very confident since you are basically all over the entire show this week. I even heard Jared Wells say that you and Hart are going to rape me.<o></o>
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[Omega laughs.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: As I’ve told many before and will tell many after, don’t underestimate what you don’t want to understand. So Larry Tact I welcome our two on one handicap match. It’s not like the odds have never been stacked against me before. Larry and Shawn, I will see you two at Aggression forty-two. Be prepared for a fight because they are not as nice as I am.<o></o>
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[Camera fades out.]<o></o>
Starbreaker
Member
Poised for a run.
FADE IN: to Flushing, New York, on the grounds of the homes of the New York Mets-- Shea Stadium and citiField, respectively. Presently, you might as well say, "what remains of the former home of the New York Mets, Shea Stadium," because at this point, that's exactly what we see. For Shea Stadium no longer stands complete and fully intact; instead, it is merely part of the right field and first base-side grandstand, the scoreboard, and torn up grass and dirt from the diamond. Dump trucks and machinery have ravaged and torn up the field; the rest of the grandstand, the bleachers, and the visitor's bullpen have been wholly dismantled or destroyed; and even what's left is incomplete. The seats of the grandstand have been removed, leaving unoccupied concrete and metal railing. The New York Apple, after lighting up so many times for Met home runs, has been retired. And the moderate snowfall blanketing the city tonight only enhances the look of this site, now a graveyard, soon-to-be full-fledged parking lot.
It is here where we find Larry Tact, standing in front of where Section A used to be, the back of Shea, wearing a black leather coat, boots, gloves, and NY Mets winter hat, his golden blonde hair peaking out from underneath. He stares at the empty space that used to house the outfield bleachers and visitor's bullpen, speaking solemnly.
LARRY TACT: "Well, you can't please everyone. But Dean Matthews and Lindsay Troy will have to cope with the FACT... that Anthology have plans. And neither Main Events, or current Champions, will make us wait on carrying out those plans. I've waited long enough as it is."
"2008 was a year of transition for me. A year of waiting to progress my plans, elsewhere... and here, settling in and getting a feel for the situation. Now, having been in the ranks of EPW for a bit... and having joined the ranks of Anthology... I'm more than in place to make my run to the top."
"Just like my Mets, as despicable as they were last year. They're now transitioning to a new stadium, a new home, and in position to make a run at the Championship. Of course, their old home now has to go through the unsavory process of being demolished-- and, in this case, it's been more like a slow death."
"I came to the rally held here, and saw the remains of what is Shea. But you know, even in this state, and even as much a dump as people might have accused it of being... this place will always exist in my mind. Even when I'm walking towards citiField-- IF that's what it'll be called by the start of the season-- I'll look across the lot and see the image of Shea standing tall."
"But that's where our similarities end. Because unlike the image this team developed at Shea, and is moving into citiField... as CHOKERS... I am anything but that."
"Before I joined my new 'team,' I had already dominated ranks elsewhere. I came to EPW because it provided me something new to challenge myself with. And, despite my hiccup against Troy Douglas, I have a legacy of gold to back-up my claim to clutch."
He turns from Shea Stadium, walking across the concrete.
"Lindsay Troy, is this your idea of sending a message? Putting Cameron Cruise in a match with Douglas, while I ride on the opener? Or is it just coincidence that the IC strap is on the line... and that this comes about after Anthology had their way with 'YOUR' Main Event... and I sent 'Triple X' crashing down, after the tag champs had a far more... humbling experience, dealing with him."
The hint of a smirk forms on his mouth, and he laughs a little.
"I wonder, Omega, if you're feeling left out AGAIN? Feeling right around now, belittled by me? That I'm treating you just as you feel the rest of EPW does about you?"
"Like an outcast."
"Someone rejected as an equal, or even a real competitor at all."
"That when one of US sees your name next to theirs on the card... we generally feel like we're being dragged down to the gutter of EPW, to face the BOTTOM-FEEDER of the show."
He stops, the breath of his exhale visible as the vapors escape. He shakes his head, then continues to walk, looking ahead with narrowed eyes at the snow, a flake melting on his eyelids here and there.
"I'll be straight up with you, Omega. I don't feel that way, but I also don't know much more about you than what your typical wrestling fan could dig up on Google... if your typical wrestling fan bothered to consult Google, that is..."
"Point being... you could very well be a bottom-feeder on a show. Or you could be a future EPW Champion. Neither is important this week, though. This week, what's important is... you matter to me. You have my attention."
"Not because you've got something to prove..."
"Not because you beat JA..."
"And not because I've seen anything in you that really concerns or impresses me."
"You matter because, this week, you're just a tool... one that Lindsay Troy is using for her purposes. Because as much as she may dislike Sean Stevens, the EPW World Heavyweight Championship is around his waist. She's stuck with him, for now. And I guess it's bad business to watch another person go lay out the World Champion, and not take some action."
He stops again and turns toward us, looking amused.
"So you have my attention, Omega. It isn't personal, or because you did anything I haven't. It's simply that... I can't let Lindsay Troy get her way, this week. Anthology will not be denied from executing our plans. And I cannot be halted from continuing to carve my legacy... one that, whether you like it or not, you will become a footnote in, come this Aggression."
"And since you do have a role to play in my legacy, this week, I might as well show you how a true World Champion can operate. It's clear that JA wasn't up to that task, last week. But I won't let you down, Omega. In fact... YOU will be the one expected to show how much you have to offer. Particularly, in your will to survive under fire. Because no matter how crazy you are... what thoughts might be swirling inside that head of yours... and however twisted anyone thinks you are... that isn't going to determine whether you win or lose. And that's the only thing that matters to me."
"I want to see how long you can last. I want to find your limit, and expose it. So I'm going to keep knocking you down... down... down... until you just won't get the f**k up anymore."
"Just ask Frankie Scott. Or better yet, watch the upcoming TEAM event."
"When I'm done, my opposition doesn't have it in them to get so much as a shoulder off the mat... but maybe a hand to tap it. Because that's what I do to people, Omega."
He smirks.
"It might not be as crazy as some of the things you saw in the institution... but it should be good enough to prove my point."
"And please, do try to do your Google searches a little more thoroughly on ME, when you're not busy worrying about Shawn Hart. If you did, then you'd have found that I don't look to get help with my matches. I do just fine on my own, in there. In fact, the Phenom of Cherry-Poppin' is just going to make sure our match stays that way... between us. Like I said from the start, you can't please everyone... and I wouldn't want any of those 'ones' to distract me while I show you what a World Champion can really do, Omega."
"Instead of thinking about what Shawn'll be doing at ringside... which, if no one makes an unexpected appearance, might require a barely legal fan at ringside... I'd suggest you think of the immediate danger you KNOW you're going to be facing, in the ring."
"Because I'm not going to treat you like some mental cripple. Once you step into the ring, you become my opposition, and whatever ails you bring along are something you'll have to overcome. Get a handle on that, or else don't waste my time setting foot into the ring."
"The transition is over."
Turning around, he looks up, and the camera pans back to find he is standing on the bricks laid in place of the concrete, at the front of the structure known as citiField-- the soon-to-be home of the Mets.
"Time to start my run."
FADE OUT.
FADE IN: to Flushing, New York, on the grounds of the homes of the New York Mets-- Shea Stadium and citiField, respectively. Presently, you might as well say, "what remains of the former home of the New York Mets, Shea Stadium," because at this point, that's exactly what we see. For Shea Stadium no longer stands complete and fully intact; instead, it is merely part of the right field and first base-side grandstand, the scoreboard, and torn up grass and dirt from the diamond. Dump trucks and machinery have ravaged and torn up the field; the rest of the grandstand, the bleachers, and the visitor's bullpen have been wholly dismantled or destroyed; and even what's left is incomplete. The seats of the grandstand have been removed, leaving unoccupied concrete and metal railing. The New York Apple, after lighting up so many times for Met home runs, has been retired. And the moderate snowfall blanketing the city tonight only enhances the look of this site, now a graveyard, soon-to-be full-fledged parking lot.
It is here where we find Larry Tact, standing in front of where Section A used to be, the back of Shea, wearing a black leather coat, boots, gloves, and NY Mets winter hat, his golden blonde hair peaking out from underneath. He stares at the empty space that used to house the outfield bleachers and visitor's bullpen, speaking solemnly.
LARRY TACT: "Well, you can't please everyone. But Dean Matthews and Lindsay Troy will have to cope with the FACT... that Anthology have plans. And neither Main Events, or current Champions, will make us wait on carrying out those plans. I've waited long enough as it is."
"2008 was a year of transition for me. A year of waiting to progress my plans, elsewhere... and here, settling in and getting a feel for the situation. Now, having been in the ranks of EPW for a bit... and having joined the ranks of Anthology... I'm more than in place to make my run to the top."
"Just like my Mets, as despicable as they were last year. They're now transitioning to a new stadium, a new home, and in position to make a run at the Championship. Of course, their old home now has to go through the unsavory process of being demolished-- and, in this case, it's been more like a slow death."
"I came to the rally held here, and saw the remains of what is Shea. But you know, even in this state, and even as much a dump as people might have accused it of being... this place will always exist in my mind. Even when I'm walking towards citiField-- IF that's what it'll be called by the start of the season-- I'll look across the lot and see the image of Shea standing tall."
"But that's where our similarities end. Because unlike the image this team developed at Shea, and is moving into citiField... as CHOKERS... I am anything but that."
"Before I joined my new 'team,' I had already dominated ranks elsewhere. I came to EPW because it provided me something new to challenge myself with. And, despite my hiccup against Troy Douglas, I have a legacy of gold to back-up my claim to clutch."
He turns from Shea Stadium, walking across the concrete.
"Lindsay Troy, is this your idea of sending a message? Putting Cameron Cruise in a match with Douglas, while I ride on the opener? Or is it just coincidence that the IC strap is on the line... and that this comes about after Anthology had their way with 'YOUR' Main Event... and I sent 'Triple X' crashing down, after the tag champs had a far more... humbling experience, dealing with him."
The hint of a smirk forms on his mouth, and he laughs a little.
"I wonder, Omega, if you're feeling left out AGAIN? Feeling right around now, belittled by me? That I'm treating you just as you feel the rest of EPW does about you?"
"Like an outcast."
"Someone rejected as an equal, or even a real competitor at all."
"That when one of US sees your name next to theirs on the card... we generally feel like we're being dragged down to the gutter of EPW, to face the BOTTOM-FEEDER of the show."
He stops, the breath of his exhale visible as the vapors escape. He shakes his head, then continues to walk, looking ahead with narrowed eyes at the snow, a flake melting on his eyelids here and there.
"I'll be straight up with you, Omega. I don't feel that way, but I also don't know much more about you than what your typical wrestling fan could dig up on Google... if your typical wrestling fan bothered to consult Google, that is..."
"Point being... you could very well be a bottom-feeder on a show. Or you could be a future EPW Champion. Neither is important this week, though. This week, what's important is... you matter to me. You have my attention."
"Not because you've got something to prove..."
"Not because you beat JA..."
"And not because I've seen anything in you that really concerns or impresses me."
"You matter because, this week, you're just a tool... one that Lindsay Troy is using for her purposes. Because as much as she may dislike Sean Stevens, the EPW World Heavyweight Championship is around his waist. She's stuck with him, for now. And I guess it's bad business to watch another person go lay out the World Champion, and not take some action."
He stops again and turns toward us, looking amused.
"So you have my attention, Omega. It isn't personal, or because you did anything I haven't. It's simply that... I can't let Lindsay Troy get her way, this week. Anthology will not be denied from executing our plans. And I cannot be halted from continuing to carve my legacy... one that, whether you like it or not, you will become a footnote in, come this Aggression."
"And since you do have a role to play in my legacy, this week, I might as well show you how a true World Champion can operate. It's clear that JA wasn't up to that task, last week. But I won't let you down, Omega. In fact... YOU will be the one expected to show how much you have to offer. Particularly, in your will to survive under fire. Because no matter how crazy you are... what thoughts might be swirling inside that head of yours... and however twisted anyone thinks you are... that isn't going to determine whether you win or lose. And that's the only thing that matters to me."
"I want to see how long you can last. I want to find your limit, and expose it. So I'm going to keep knocking you down... down... down... until you just won't get the f**k up anymore."
"Just ask Frankie Scott. Or better yet, watch the upcoming TEAM event."
"When I'm done, my opposition doesn't have it in them to get so much as a shoulder off the mat... but maybe a hand to tap it. Because that's what I do to people, Omega."
He smirks.
"It might not be as crazy as some of the things you saw in the institution... but it should be good enough to prove my point."
"And please, do try to do your Google searches a little more thoroughly on ME, when you're not busy worrying about Shawn Hart. If you did, then you'd have found that I don't look to get help with my matches. I do just fine on my own, in there. In fact, the Phenom of Cherry-Poppin' is just going to make sure our match stays that way... between us. Like I said from the start, you can't please everyone... and I wouldn't want any of those 'ones' to distract me while I show you what a World Champion can really do, Omega."
"Instead of thinking about what Shawn'll be doing at ringside... which, if no one makes an unexpected appearance, might require a barely legal fan at ringside... I'd suggest you think of the immediate danger you KNOW you're going to be facing, in the ring."
"Because I'm not going to treat you like some mental cripple. Once you step into the ring, you become my opposition, and whatever ails you bring along are something you'll have to overcome. Get a handle on that, or else don't waste my time setting foot into the ring."
"The transition is over."
Turning around, he looks up, and the camera pans back to find he is standing on the bricks laid in place of the concrete, at the front of the structure known as citiField-- the soon-to-be home of the Mets.
"Time to start my run."
FADE OUT.
Starstruck
Moderator
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OMEGA: The time is drawing very near that I will redeem what rightfully belongs to me. I’ve been sicken by what some people in this promotion would do to get ahead in their careers. I usually try to stay away from people like that because they can influence you the wrong way which could be detrimental to your psyche and well-being. Barbara told me that people like that would do nothing to support you they only want to cause you pain. It can be a sick fetish for some people.<o></o>
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OMEGA: Now I have known pain all of my life from losing my entire family at six to spending most of my life in an institution. Barbara always told me whatever doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger. I have played that reminder in my head over and over again since my release. Those words hold truth to me. I have been through pain all my life and it hasn’t crippled me yet. I will continue to endure pain until I reach my ultimate goal, which is to get Barb back with me.<o></o>
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[Omega takes one picture and places it into his pocket.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I have dealt with pain and loss ever since day one in this promotion. Dealing with theft, backstabbing, and attacks, I can see why people get on edge in this place. This brings me to Mr. Larry Tact who seems ready for our encounter at Aggression forty-two. Now you say that I matter to you this week. <o></o>
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OMEGA: Finally I have an opponent who actually acknowledges me in the ring. I finally have the acknowledgment of upper management that I do have wrestling talent to be in the same ring with some of the best in world. Letting me showcase my talents for all to see. But you are right Larry you don’t know anything about me. You don’t know how long I’ve trained to get an opportunity like this. You don’t know how I sat in my room dreaming of the day that I could walk into a promotion and be hired to face talent like you and JAY-AYE. I planned from the moment that I signed my contract that I would be something special in this company. Now if I don’t start making my path in here then I could very well be the bottom feeder, which everyone claims that I am.I could be headed for the brink of extinction by falling into curtain-jerker hell. But being who I am and what Barbara instilled in me won’t let that happen.<o></o>
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[Omega paused for a second before speaking again.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: This week as you have so aptly put it I am a tool to Lindsay Troy and that’s the reason I have your attention. Wow this is a first for me. I am being used by management in an effort to keep Anthology from getting their way on the show. You’ve been in this business long enough to know that management uses EVERYBODY on the roster for their own personal gain or in some cases amusement. And yes you and the rest of Anthology are no different. I am being used as a tool to basically pacify you Larry, instead of getting a shot at the World Title like you have said. I have been fed to you sort of speak, so you can destroy the rookie and that would tide you over until Lindsay Troy thinks it’s time for you to warrant a shot at Stevens and the World Title.<o></o>
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[Omega looked at the camera as a sly smirk formed across his face. Almost a somewhat sinister smirk.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: But have you really thought long and hard about this situation Larry. What if you were the tool? What if Lindsay wanted to pick Anthology off one by one? What if she fed you to a man that has no boundaries? A man that has what some would say mental instabilities. So have I opened your eyes to the world outside of Anthology? It’s not that fact that <st1><st1:city w:st="on">Troy</st1:city></st1> thinks you are a horrible wrestler, if that’s the case you wouldn’t be here. She is a business woman and she uses everyone on this roster every week for the entertainment of the fans. Be it as it may we are both tools in this business but after our match in a few days we will see who stands out the most.<o></o>
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OMEGA: So Tact you want to make me a part of your legacy. Well I am honored… no really I am. Anyone in my position would be honored to face a man of your caliber and etch their name in the legacy that is Larry Tact. But I think we really need to find out my place in your legacy. Now I don’t think me being a footnote in your legacy would do anything for your future run to the hall of fame. However a big asterisk next to my name with the words Omega with the big upset win over Larry Tact on Aggression forty-two may be a little more noteworthy. It would show that this young man from <st1><st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state></st1> put a blemish in a superstar’s portfolio. It would show that I survived the fire and onslaught from Larry Tact and reigned supreme by pinning his shoulders to the mat. It would allow any young man or woman that felt indifference in their life to know that they can amount to anything.<o>
</o> [Omega took a long deep breath.]<o>
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OMEGA: Larry you want to know how long I can last, well you will find out at Aggression. You will find out that it takes a whole lot to keep me down. I welcome adversity. I welcome the chance to keep getting back to my feet every time some one tries to keep me down. I have been through this my whole entire life. Tact remember you are in my cross hairs also so be prepared. I want you to show me what a real World Champion is because I don’t really see one. Larry I hope you are right and Shawn stays to himself because I can’t be held accountable for what they would do to him. Be prepared for the beginning of the end.<o></o>
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[Camera fades out.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: The time is drawing very near that I will redeem what rightfully belongs to me. I’ve been sicken by what some people in this promotion would do to get ahead in their careers. I usually try to stay away from people like that because they can influence you the wrong way which could be detrimental to your psyche and well-being. Barbara told me that people like that would do nothing to support you they only want to cause you pain. It can be a sick fetish for some people.<o></o>
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OMEGA: Now I have known pain all of my life from losing my entire family at six to spending most of my life in an institution. Barbara always told me whatever doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger. I have played that reminder in my head over and over again since my release. Those words hold truth to me. I have been through pain all my life and it hasn’t crippled me yet. I will continue to endure pain until I reach my ultimate goal, which is to get Barb back with me.<o></o>
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[Omega takes one picture and places it into his pocket.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I have dealt with pain and loss ever since day one in this promotion. Dealing with theft, backstabbing, and attacks, I can see why people get on edge in this place. This brings me to Mr. Larry Tact who seems ready for our encounter at Aggression forty-two. Now you say that I matter to you this week. <o></o>
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[Omega claps his hands.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Finally I have an opponent who actually acknowledges me in the ring. I finally have the acknowledgment of upper management that I do have wrestling talent to be in the same ring with some of the best in world. Letting me showcase my talents for all to see. But you are right Larry you don’t know anything about me. You don’t know how long I’ve trained to get an opportunity like this. You don’t know how I sat in my room dreaming of the day that I could walk into a promotion and be hired to face talent like you and JAY-AYE. I planned from the moment that I signed my contract that I would be something special in this company. Now if I don’t start making my path in here then I could very well be the bottom feeder, which everyone claims that I am.I could be headed for the brink of extinction by falling into curtain-jerker hell. But being who I am and what Barbara instilled in me won’t let that happen.<o></o>
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[Omega paused for a second before speaking again.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: This week as you have so aptly put it I am a tool to Lindsay Troy and that’s the reason I have your attention. Wow this is a first for me. I am being used by management in an effort to keep Anthology from getting their way on the show. You’ve been in this business long enough to know that management uses EVERYBODY on the roster for their own personal gain or in some cases amusement. And yes you and the rest of Anthology are no different. I am being used as a tool to basically pacify you Larry, instead of getting a shot at the World Title like you have said. I have been fed to you sort of speak, so you can destroy the rookie and that would tide you over until Lindsay Troy thinks it’s time for you to warrant a shot at Stevens and the World Title.<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega looked at the camera as a sly smirk formed across his face. Almost a somewhat sinister smirk.]<o></o>
<o></o>
OMEGA: But have you really thought long and hard about this situation Larry. What if you were the tool? What if Lindsay wanted to pick Anthology off one by one? What if she fed you to a man that has no boundaries? A man that has what some would say mental instabilities. So have I opened your eyes to the world outside of Anthology? It’s not that fact that <st1><st1:city w:st="on">Troy</st1:city></st1> thinks you are a horrible wrestler, if that’s the case you wouldn’t be here. She is a business woman and she uses everyone on this roster every week for the entertainment of the fans. Be it as it may we are both tools in this business but after our match in a few days we will see who stands out the most.<o></o>
<o></o>
OMEGA: So Tact you want to make me a part of your legacy. Well I am honored… no really I am. Anyone in my position would be honored to face a man of your caliber and etch their name in the legacy that is Larry Tact. But I think we really need to find out my place in your legacy. Now I don’t think me being a footnote in your legacy would do anything for your future run to the hall of fame. However a big asterisk next to my name with the words Omega with the big upset win over Larry Tact on Aggression forty-two may be a little more noteworthy. It would show that this young man from <st1><st1:state w:st="on">Missouri</st1:state></st1> put a blemish in a superstar’s portfolio. It would show that I survived the fire and onslaught from Larry Tact and reigned supreme by pinning his shoulders to the mat. It would allow any young man or woman that felt indifference in their life to know that they can amount to anything.<o>
</o> [Omega took a long deep breath.]<o>
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OMEGA: Larry you want to know how long I can last, well you will find out at Aggression. You will find out that it takes a whole lot to keep me down. I welcome adversity. I welcome the chance to keep getting back to my feet every time some one tries to keep me down. I have been through this my whole entire life. Tact remember you are in my cross hairs also so be prepared. I want you to show me what a real World Champion is because I don’t really see one. Larry I hope you are right and Shawn stays to himself because I can’t be held accountable for what they would do to him. Be prepared for the beginning of the end.<o></o>
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[Camera fades out.]<o></o>
Starbreaker
Member
Exclusive.
FADE IN: inside the 40/40 Club, in the Flatiron district of Manhattan, NY. Hip-hop and R&B tracks-- particularly of part-owner Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and a selection of others-- sets the tone in the background, while ladies and gentlemen-- mostly dressed in formal wear, with one here or there dressed in neat-fitting jeans and a dress shirt-- sit in the rounded leather chairs hanging down from the ceiling. The slate bar at level one is filled up with patrons, ordering drinks while watching the latest sports game on one of several double-sided, LCD flat-screens. The camera pans around the scene, catching a few showcased jerseys of superstars who donned the #40 jersey-- as well as LT and Bonds jerseys that made the cut-- before moving along the Venetian marble floor, towards the stairs leading up. CUTTO: level two, where we walk through a hallway decorated with cases holding used bats, balls, jerseys, and other equipment. Peaking into one of the VIP lounges, we see it filled with around 100 people; either standing, or sitting on the wrap-around, italian sofas, watching what's on the plasma flat-screen TVs, while wait-staff weaves through serving drinks.
CUTTO: a different VIP room, probably with around the same number inside, but larger, where the cameraman enters. As he makes his way through, we see jerseys of Barry Bonds, Alex Rodriguez, Jose Canseco, and Alfonso Soriano showcased. Following one of the waitresses, we stop at a corner of one of the italian sofas, where the waitress places drinks on a transparent glass table. A man reaches out a hand with a few bills. She gives a quick smile and nod of acknowledgement, before taking them and disappearing back into the crowd.
We see the man is Larry Tact, dressed in a three-quarters buttoned, lusty green collared shirt, showing part of a white shirt underneath, and black slacks. After handing the bill to the waitress, he returns to making out with a sexy brunette with black heels and a form-fitting purple dress on; cut mid-thigh, accentuating each curve of her slim body, and framing her cleavage with straps that meet at the back of her neck. He slides his hand up her thigh before noticing the camera and breaking off his lip lock, licking his lips to clean up a bit.
LARRY TACT: "Bad timing, man... although it would have been worse if you came a minute from now. I doubt you'd have gotten much to bring back to the EPW offices... for my match, at least."
He turns towards us while his lady adjusts her dress and leans on him.
"As you can see, I've decided to splurge a little tonight, bringing some of my friends to the '40/40.' But I called YOU here, to take it in on that lens, because I felt generous. Since, this week, I'm facing Omega. Make sense yet? Let me clarify a bit. You see, Omega's got this complex about himself... maybe it's a matter of pride, maybe it's an inferiority complex, or maybe it's just the inevitable truth. But a lot of what I've heard, from him, is that I'm dealing with a locker room-proclaimed bottom-feeder this week. One of EPWs gutter trash, which Lindsay Troy has decided to set across the ring from me. I played along with it, poked some fun about it... but the truth is, I couldn't care less what labels they've given you, or where you stand in the eyes of your peers, Omega. In all honesty, you're the one who's dragged that out, continuing to play it up. I guess you might've taken a lesson from JA, playing the sympathetic loser. The rising underdog. I don't care for any of it, but I guess the trash who occupy the seats at our shows do. Maybe, in Omega's eyes, it's a way of connecting, gaining acceptance... one piece of waste to many others. I guess it's easy to do if you really ARE at the bottom, or accept what others tell you. Easy to poke fun at, sure. I got clearance to film here, to show you a place bottom-feeders and gutter trash will never see the inside of, in person with your own eyes. But no more playing around."
He takes up the two large glasses the waitress left in one hand. One has a salted rim and lime-colored slush drink, maybe a margarita mix, which he hands off to his companion. They take sips of their drinks, both with straws in them; his own glass consisting of a severely diluted brown color, perhaps a heavily-liquored LI Ice tea. Just guessing.
"I understand there's a lot of talk around the locker room, and on the 'net, about everyone's place. But Omega, what you've done is taken that so-called 'hype,' and made a point out of it. The trash love it. Even some of the boys in the back will run with it. But if you really knew what you were going up against, this week, you'd know not to do what you did. I call it... mistake number one."
"I'd give you a little credit, trying to play off this match as you being some sleeper that Lindsay's set to tear me up. That's creative, maybe even flattering, but not the case. Why put an unkown in the ring with someone who only gets further ramped up for fresh challenges? That's a main reason I jumped to EPW. If you'd done your research, you'd know I don't look at ANYONE as too weak or strong for me to bring my A-game against. I may have off weeks, but I NEVER go easy on anyone."
"Playing yourself off as someone whom I'd allow to fly under my radar... that's mistake number two. There's a difference between an opponent I'm unfamiliar with, and one I underestimate, Omega. The former? I study up on, and adapt to during the match. The latter? I just.. don't.. do."
"In time, you'll learn, Omega. These things are requisite, not optional, for what those of my caliber do. They're what a World Champion does. If nothing else, you'll make some progress this week, as you learn these things first-hand. I'll beat a couple lessons into you, yet."
He takes a a good sip of his drink, turns to his girl and kisses her deeply. When they break, he licks his lips, she swallows, and he nods in approval before whispering in her ear. She pecks him on the lips and stands, walking into the crowd with her drink. He smirks.
"That's love, right there. The real show will have to wait, though, 'til you're gone and we're back at my place."
He leans forward on the sofa, his eyes focused more on the task at hand, now.
"I don't mind if you feel that you have a chance in this match, Omega. There's always a tipping point, so to speak, when the match will permanently swing in one direction or another. It isn't a predictable occurrence, or even necessarily a matter of doing a certain amount of damage to your opponent. If you saw the last PPV Main Event, and compared it to either of our matches with JA, my point is proven. One week, it can take both guys exhausting themselves, pulling out all the stops, and then some, before reaching that point. Another week, it's only a matter of minutes before one person takes the match to that point. You see, it isn't something you can predict, based on who's facing who. It's something you find out once the match occurs. And so, until we reach that tipping point, Omega, there's always a chance of anything happening."
"Knowing that well, do you think, even for a SECOND, that I'd let up on any of my opponents? Do you think I WOULDN'T expect you to put everything you had into this match?"
"That's mistake number three."
He takes another sip from his drink and sets it back on the table.
"I granted you all a little tour of the place before you came to me. There's more reason for that, though, than just showing somewhere you'll never be able to afford, or obtain the status to enter. They call this room in 40/40, the 'Hall of Fame' lounge. It's the largest, most decked out of the VIP lounges, and for good reason. This place captures the essence of 40/40, what it means to be exclusive. The name comes from that rare-obtained statline in baseball... 40 HRs and 40 steals in the same season. POWER AND SPEED... a combination any athlete would salivate watching, and go to great lengths to acquire. You see the 'juicers' and the muscle heads trying to get there... but they never will. For all their training, only four players in baseball's recorded history have EVER reached the plateau of 40/40. Bonds. Canseco. Rodriguez. Soriano. That's it. Four athletes who possessed enough of that combination of power and speed, to reach that height of status. It doesn't get much more exclusive than that."
"The connection should be simple. In wrestling, when you have that combination, you're as good as gold. And Omega, on the shortlist of wrestlers who possess it, to the extent where they can exploit it to reach great heights... I'm on it. Larry Tact is most certainly someone who can effectively hit with either power... or speed. It allows for my neo-technician's style. And it allows me to be one of the world's premier technical wrestlers, bar none."
"If you think I'm just puffing my chest out, you'll know the truth soon. And if you know it isn't a front... then you should also know there's no rational reason for thinking the same thought as many others, who have fallen by my hands; a thought that you voiced openly, showing your naiveté."
"Omega with the big upset win over Larry Tact."
He laughs a bit.
"I should aim to knock you flat out for saying that, while also claiming you have a grip on who you're facing. But I don't get heated over that petty crap, anymore. I don't make those mistakes... but you're already at your fourth one."
"If we were in baseball, you'd be beyond struckout. You'd already be in the dugout, throwing your bat into the rack in disgust. But we're not in baseball, and the one who'll be disgusted if they lose will be me. You make like there's nothing on the line for me in this match, as if my winning will simply deprive Lindsay Troy of halting the progress Anthology has made. That isn't the case at all."
"While it's good to be focused on the opponent in front of you, it's also important to keep your perspective. Maybe someday you'll understand, Omega, that even a win over me this week, is not going to get you an award. It might be a boost to your confidence, but it isn't likely to be some pass to the respect you seem to be looking for. And likewise, a loss to you won't blemish anything about my legacy. Because you have no meaning yet; you're still in your infancy here, whereas I have already established myself. I've already beaten the Intercontinental Champion once, even if I lost once as well. And I have taken my game to the symbolic best of EPW, the World Heavyweight Champion, even if indirectly. There's just nothing you can do to tarnish those marks I've already made. The best you can do is show that you can mix it up with someone the caliber of a World Champion... and that's it."
"There's no elevator to the top in beating me, though. Praise me if you think it'll help, but I know where I stand here, and I know when someone is deluding themselves. Mistake number five."
"Meanwhile, as you think about "just one more good shot!" to try and take me down in the ring... I'll be evaluating which of your tendons I may or may not be ready to snap off your bone. While you're distracting searching for if 'they' are going to help keep Shawn Hart away from you... well, he'll probably be macking it to some chick with her rack busting at the seams, but he'll also be making sure the ring is secure for just the two of us. And I'll be making sure you get your fill of being knocked down, as you expressed so much enjoyment of trying to get back up. Then I'll give you more than your fill, and KEEP you down. I hope it won't be so simple as you make it seem, Omega, with all these mistakes. I only picked a select few, because like I said, I'm feeling generous tonight."
"But really, it's never as satisfying if a fresh challenge bruises too easily, or goes bad before its expiration. It's like milk going sour days before it's supposed to expire. I hate when that happens, so I don't ever believe what the package label tells me. And it's the same with you, this week. I won't be believing you're going to be as easy as you sound. Another crazy with something they're looking for... I don't buy the simplicity."
"So when we hit the ring, don't think I'm going to treat you like the rest of the locker room. Don't believe I'm going to have any sympathy for the devil in you, or the man facing me."
"My legacy has no room for sympathy, and no time for making stops. I want to continue on the express lane to gold, and that means pissing in a bottle and dropping change in toll baskets as I burn up the road. You'll be a speed bump, Omega: I won't allow myself to be stopped because of you, but I'll have to make sure you don't run me off the road once I hit you at top speed. That's praise enough for you."
"Just be grateful if your stepping into the ring isn't the beginning of your end, Omega. Be grateful if, after the match is done, you're able to walk away on your own. Because not all speed bumps survive.. when they're repeatedly hit with both..."
"Power and speed."
"Now, if you'll excuse me... my turbine is primed, so I have to find the gears I was about to grease."
He stands with his drink and a smirk, immersing himself back in with his party as the camera pans around again, settling on the showcased four jerseys of the 40/40 Club. FADE OUT.
FADE IN: inside the 40/40 Club, in the Flatiron district of Manhattan, NY. Hip-hop and R&B tracks-- particularly of part-owner Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and a selection of others-- sets the tone in the background, while ladies and gentlemen-- mostly dressed in formal wear, with one here or there dressed in neat-fitting jeans and a dress shirt-- sit in the rounded leather chairs hanging down from the ceiling. The slate bar at level one is filled up with patrons, ordering drinks while watching the latest sports game on one of several double-sided, LCD flat-screens. The camera pans around the scene, catching a few showcased jerseys of superstars who donned the #40 jersey-- as well as LT and Bonds jerseys that made the cut-- before moving along the Venetian marble floor, towards the stairs leading up. CUTTO: level two, where we walk through a hallway decorated with cases holding used bats, balls, jerseys, and other equipment. Peaking into one of the VIP lounges, we see it filled with around 100 people; either standing, or sitting on the wrap-around, italian sofas, watching what's on the plasma flat-screen TVs, while wait-staff weaves through serving drinks.
CUTTO: a different VIP room, probably with around the same number inside, but larger, where the cameraman enters. As he makes his way through, we see jerseys of Barry Bonds, Alex Rodriguez, Jose Canseco, and Alfonso Soriano showcased. Following one of the waitresses, we stop at a corner of one of the italian sofas, where the waitress places drinks on a transparent glass table. A man reaches out a hand with a few bills. She gives a quick smile and nod of acknowledgement, before taking them and disappearing back into the crowd.
We see the man is Larry Tact, dressed in a three-quarters buttoned, lusty green collared shirt, showing part of a white shirt underneath, and black slacks. After handing the bill to the waitress, he returns to making out with a sexy brunette with black heels and a form-fitting purple dress on; cut mid-thigh, accentuating each curve of her slim body, and framing her cleavage with straps that meet at the back of her neck. He slides his hand up her thigh before noticing the camera and breaking off his lip lock, licking his lips to clean up a bit.
LARRY TACT: "Bad timing, man... although it would have been worse if you came a minute from now. I doubt you'd have gotten much to bring back to the EPW offices... for my match, at least."
He turns towards us while his lady adjusts her dress and leans on him.
"As you can see, I've decided to splurge a little tonight, bringing some of my friends to the '40/40.' But I called YOU here, to take it in on that lens, because I felt generous. Since, this week, I'm facing Omega. Make sense yet? Let me clarify a bit. You see, Omega's got this complex about himself... maybe it's a matter of pride, maybe it's an inferiority complex, or maybe it's just the inevitable truth. But a lot of what I've heard, from him, is that I'm dealing with a locker room-proclaimed bottom-feeder this week. One of EPWs gutter trash, which Lindsay Troy has decided to set across the ring from me. I played along with it, poked some fun about it... but the truth is, I couldn't care less what labels they've given you, or where you stand in the eyes of your peers, Omega. In all honesty, you're the one who's dragged that out, continuing to play it up. I guess you might've taken a lesson from JA, playing the sympathetic loser. The rising underdog. I don't care for any of it, but I guess the trash who occupy the seats at our shows do. Maybe, in Omega's eyes, it's a way of connecting, gaining acceptance... one piece of waste to many others. I guess it's easy to do if you really ARE at the bottom, or accept what others tell you. Easy to poke fun at, sure. I got clearance to film here, to show you a place bottom-feeders and gutter trash will never see the inside of, in person with your own eyes. But no more playing around."
He takes up the two large glasses the waitress left in one hand. One has a salted rim and lime-colored slush drink, maybe a margarita mix, which he hands off to his companion. They take sips of their drinks, both with straws in them; his own glass consisting of a severely diluted brown color, perhaps a heavily-liquored LI Ice tea. Just guessing.
"I understand there's a lot of talk around the locker room, and on the 'net, about everyone's place. But Omega, what you've done is taken that so-called 'hype,' and made a point out of it. The trash love it. Even some of the boys in the back will run with it. But if you really knew what you were going up against, this week, you'd know not to do what you did. I call it... mistake number one."
"I'd give you a little credit, trying to play off this match as you being some sleeper that Lindsay's set to tear me up. That's creative, maybe even flattering, but not the case. Why put an unkown in the ring with someone who only gets further ramped up for fresh challenges? That's a main reason I jumped to EPW. If you'd done your research, you'd know I don't look at ANYONE as too weak or strong for me to bring my A-game against. I may have off weeks, but I NEVER go easy on anyone."
"Playing yourself off as someone whom I'd allow to fly under my radar... that's mistake number two. There's a difference between an opponent I'm unfamiliar with, and one I underestimate, Omega. The former? I study up on, and adapt to during the match. The latter? I just.. don't.. do."
"In time, you'll learn, Omega. These things are requisite, not optional, for what those of my caliber do. They're what a World Champion does. If nothing else, you'll make some progress this week, as you learn these things first-hand. I'll beat a couple lessons into you, yet."
He takes a a good sip of his drink, turns to his girl and kisses her deeply. When they break, he licks his lips, she swallows, and he nods in approval before whispering in her ear. She pecks him on the lips and stands, walking into the crowd with her drink. He smirks.
"That's love, right there. The real show will have to wait, though, 'til you're gone and we're back at my place."
He leans forward on the sofa, his eyes focused more on the task at hand, now.
"I don't mind if you feel that you have a chance in this match, Omega. There's always a tipping point, so to speak, when the match will permanently swing in one direction or another. It isn't a predictable occurrence, or even necessarily a matter of doing a certain amount of damage to your opponent. If you saw the last PPV Main Event, and compared it to either of our matches with JA, my point is proven. One week, it can take both guys exhausting themselves, pulling out all the stops, and then some, before reaching that point. Another week, it's only a matter of minutes before one person takes the match to that point. You see, it isn't something you can predict, based on who's facing who. It's something you find out once the match occurs. And so, until we reach that tipping point, Omega, there's always a chance of anything happening."
"Knowing that well, do you think, even for a SECOND, that I'd let up on any of my opponents? Do you think I WOULDN'T expect you to put everything you had into this match?"
"That's mistake number three."
He takes another sip from his drink and sets it back on the table.
"I granted you all a little tour of the place before you came to me. There's more reason for that, though, than just showing somewhere you'll never be able to afford, or obtain the status to enter. They call this room in 40/40, the 'Hall of Fame' lounge. It's the largest, most decked out of the VIP lounges, and for good reason. This place captures the essence of 40/40, what it means to be exclusive. The name comes from that rare-obtained statline in baseball... 40 HRs and 40 steals in the same season. POWER AND SPEED... a combination any athlete would salivate watching, and go to great lengths to acquire. You see the 'juicers' and the muscle heads trying to get there... but they never will. For all their training, only four players in baseball's recorded history have EVER reached the plateau of 40/40. Bonds. Canseco. Rodriguez. Soriano. That's it. Four athletes who possessed enough of that combination of power and speed, to reach that height of status. It doesn't get much more exclusive than that."
"The connection should be simple. In wrestling, when you have that combination, you're as good as gold. And Omega, on the shortlist of wrestlers who possess it, to the extent where they can exploit it to reach great heights... I'm on it. Larry Tact is most certainly someone who can effectively hit with either power... or speed. It allows for my neo-technician's style. And it allows me to be one of the world's premier technical wrestlers, bar none."
"If you think I'm just puffing my chest out, you'll know the truth soon. And if you know it isn't a front... then you should also know there's no rational reason for thinking the same thought as many others, who have fallen by my hands; a thought that you voiced openly, showing your naiveté."
"Omega with the big upset win over Larry Tact."
He laughs a bit.
"I should aim to knock you flat out for saying that, while also claiming you have a grip on who you're facing. But I don't get heated over that petty crap, anymore. I don't make those mistakes... but you're already at your fourth one."
"If we were in baseball, you'd be beyond struckout. You'd already be in the dugout, throwing your bat into the rack in disgust. But we're not in baseball, and the one who'll be disgusted if they lose will be me. You make like there's nothing on the line for me in this match, as if my winning will simply deprive Lindsay Troy of halting the progress Anthology has made. That isn't the case at all."
"While it's good to be focused on the opponent in front of you, it's also important to keep your perspective. Maybe someday you'll understand, Omega, that even a win over me this week, is not going to get you an award. It might be a boost to your confidence, but it isn't likely to be some pass to the respect you seem to be looking for. And likewise, a loss to you won't blemish anything about my legacy. Because you have no meaning yet; you're still in your infancy here, whereas I have already established myself. I've already beaten the Intercontinental Champion once, even if I lost once as well. And I have taken my game to the symbolic best of EPW, the World Heavyweight Champion, even if indirectly. There's just nothing you can do to tarnish those marks I've already made. The best you can do is show that you can mix it up with someone the caliber of a World Champion... and that's it."
"There's no elevator to the top in beating me, though. Praise me if you think it'll help, but I know where I stand here, and I know when someone is deluding themselves. Mistake number five."
"Meanwhile, as you think about "just one more good shot!" to try and take me down in the ring... I'll be evaluating which of your tendons I may or may not be ready to snap off your bone. While you're distracting searching for if 'they' are going to help keep Shawn Hart away from you... well, he'll probably be macking it to some chick with her rack busting at the seams, but he'll also be making sure the ring is secure for just the two of us. And I'll be making sure you get your fill of being knocked down, as you expressed so much enjoyment of trying to get back up. Then I'll give you more than your fill, and KEEP you down. I hope it won't be so simple as you make it seem, Omega, with all these mistakes. I only picked a select few, because like I said, I'm feeling generous tonight."
"But really, it's never as satisfying if a fresh challenge bruises too easily, or goes bad before its expiration. It's like milk going sour days before it's supposed to expire. I hate when that happens, so I don't ever believe what the package label tells me. And it's the same with you, this week. I won't be believing you're going to be as easy as you sound. Another crazy with something they're looking for... I don't buy the simplicity."
"So when we hit the ring, don't think I'm going to treat you like the rest of the locker room. Don't believe I'm going to have any sympathy for the devil in you, or the man facing me."
"My legacy has no room for sympathy, and no time for making stops. I want to continue on the express lane to gold, and that means pissing in a bottle and dropping change in toll baskets as I burn up the road. You'll be a speed bump, Omega: I won't allow myself to be stopped because of you, but I'll have to make sure you don't run me off the road once I hit you at top speed. That's praise enough for you."
"Just be grateful if your stepping into the ring isn't the beginning of your end, Omega. Be grateful if, after the match is done, you're able to walk away on your own. Because not all speed bumps survive.. when they're repeatedly hit with both..."
"Power and speed."
"Now, if you'll excuse me... my turbine is primed, so I have to find the gears I was about to grease."
He stands with his drink and a smirk, immersing himself back in with his party as the camera pans around again, settling on the showcased four jerseys of the 40/40 Club. FADE OUT.