AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The First
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Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
(FADEIN: The First standing in front of a generic background on what appears to be an EPW photo shoot, or maybe capturing some video for his EPW-Tron. The First is wearing his black gi pants, a black MCR T-Shirt cut into a wife beater, his hair is black with a blue sheen and green patches here and there. The First's face is painted white with a black raccoon stripe across the eyes and black lipstick. "Ooh La La" by Goldfrapp plays in the background.)
FIRST: Vince Lombardi said that the only place success comes before work is the dictionary. The World Series of Poker has over the course of the last decade brought us an unending streak of not world class players who have gone on to win everything, the first of which was an accountant rather aptly named Chris Moneymaker. There is this little blind Korean girl I saw on Youtube, who apparently from the age of 3 and onward, could play any song on a piano after only hearing it once. Some amazing innate talent she has.
These people didn't really work for what they got, so what can we say of them? How can we fix Lombardi's quote and make it accurate?
I believe the phrase in it's corrected form would be...Without opportunity, there can not be achievement. For if Chris Moneymaker didn't win a seat at the World Series, he would never have the bracelet. For if that little girl had never had a piano to play, her gift would have gone undiscovered. There had to be the opportunity for them to be able to obtain...The achievement...
And how odd is it now that the EPW World Champion calls me out, how odd that I have been ORDERED to fight for the EPW World Title...I did not ask for this match, I was instead...Handed it...To tell the truth Sean Stevens, I didn't want to fight you here and now...I wanted to do something amazing, fantastic, glorious to build this company towards Wrestleverse III...Which, is clearly very important because we are both counting the number of Wrestleverses we've had and using Roman Numerals to so, so this is real serious business.
But instead of all that, you laid down the punk card, you called me out, you even said you would risk those 14 pounds of gold to insure that I'd accept the offer. You knew that you, by yourself, was not worth my time, but that the possibility of me winning your title, that would get me off the couch long enough to beat you senseless and claim that title...
So now you have given me an opportunity, a chance that not many people get in this industry, to carry that title that rests upon your waist...To have my name upon the nameplate. To be the leader of this company. Oh you've opened up the floodgates Sean Stevens, you've brought forth the maelstrom that shall sweep you out of power and me into glory.
We shall have a war. Expect no honor nor mercy from me, for I see nothing in you worth my honor or my mercy, nor do I expect the nightmarish chaos of EPW to allow for such foolishness to be shown. Anthology may attempt to mettle in our affair, which would be to your great advantage, perhaps the little symbol that's been flashing on the EPW-Tron will reveal himself, perhaps Stalker, Felix, or Ryoko will find themselves in the fray, or maybe Gotho will try to dance with you...
I do not walk into this fight having just fallen off the turnip truck, and before dusting myself off I'm in a title match...No this will be what it is always is when two men seek people at the expensive of one another, a struggle, violent, ugly, brutal and cruel. We shall bleed, we shall suffer, we shall be made less by this conflict, months, or years of our lives will be left in that ring.
And that is the great problem for you Sean Stevens, cause I am willing to pay that price, bear that burden, to struggle, to rally, to find the way to keep your shoulders down for three seconds or to break you into submission...
All of this
ALL OF THIS...
Because you have given me an opportunity...And I will use it to earn...The achievement...Of being...EPW World...Heavyweight...Champion...
(FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: The First standing in front of a generic background on what appears to be an EPW photo shoot, or maybe capturing some video for his EPW-Tron. The First is wearing his black gi pants, a black MCR T-Shirt cut into a wife beater, his hair is black with a blue sheen and green patches here and there. The First's face is painted white with a black raccoon stripe across the eyes and black lipstick. "Ooh La La" by Goldfrapp plays in the background.)
FIRST: Vince Lombardi said that the only place success comes before work is the dictionary. The World Series of Poker has over the course of the last decade brought us an unending streak of not world class players who have gone on to win everything, the first of which was an accountant rather aptly named Chris Moneymaker. There is this little blind Korean girl I saw on Youtube, who apparently from the age of 3 and onward, could play any song on a piano after only hearing it once. Some amazing innate talent she has.
These people didn't really work for what they got, so what can we say of them? How can we fix Lombardi's quote and make it accurate?
I believe the phrase in it's corrected form would be...Without opportunity, there can not be achievement. For if Chris Moneymaker didn't win a seat at the World Series, he would never have the bracelet. For if that little girl had never had a piano to play, her gift would have gone undiscovered. There had to be the opportunity for them to be able to obtain...The achievement...
And how odd is it now that the EPW World Champion calls me out, how odd that I have been ORDERED to fight for the EPW World Title...I did not ask for this match, I was instead...Handed it...To tell the truth Sean Stevens, I didn't want to fight you here and now...I wanted to do something amazing, fantastic, glorious to build this company towards Wrestleverse III...Which, is clearly very important because we are both counting the number of Wrestleverses we've had and using Roman Numerals to so, so this is real serious business.
But instead of all that, you laid down the punk card, you called me out, you even said you would risk those 14 pounds of gold to insure that I'd accept the offer. You knew that you, by yourself, was not worth my time, but that the possibility of me winning your title, that would get me off the couch long enough to beat you senseless and claim that title...
So now you have given me an opportunity, a chance that not many people get in this industry, to carry that title that rests upon your waist...To have my name upon the nameplate. To be the leader of this company. Oh you've opened up the floodgates Sean Stevens, you've brought forth the maelstrom that shall sweep you out of power and me into glory.
We shall have a war. Expect no honor nor mercy from me, for I see nothing in you worth my honor or my mercy, nor do I expect the nightmarish chaos of EPW to allow for such foolishness to be shown. Anthology may attempt to mettle in our affair, which would be to your great advantage, perhaps the little symbol that's been flashing on the EPW-Tron will reveal himself, perhaps Stalker, Felix, or Ryoko will find themselves in the fray, or maybe Gotho will try to dance with you...
I do not walk into this fight having just fallen off the turnip truck, and before dusting myself off I'm in a title match...No this will be what it is always is when two men seek people at the expensive of one another, a struggle, violent, ugly, brutal and cruel. We shall bleed, we shall suffer, we shall be made less by this conflict, months, or years of our lives will be left in that ring.
And that is the great problem for you Sean Stevens, cause I am willing to pay that price, bear that burden, to struggle, to rally, to find the way to keep your shoulders down for three seconds or to break you into submission...
All of this
ALL OF THIS...
Because you have given me an opportunity...And I will use it to earn...The achievement...Of being...EPW World...Heavyweight...Champion...
(FADEOUT)
jayshort
Long Live THE KING
Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Bitch talks out of turn, daddy spanks bitch 'til bitch realizes that his or her sole purpose in daddy's universe is to do daddy's laundry. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"... and, First ... daddy likes his shirts heavily starched."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: The scene opened up on the rooftop pool of EPW superstar, 2007 Wrestler of the Year, frontrunner for 2008 Wrestler of the Year, undisputed King of the Cage, perennial "blue-eyed badass", and reigning EPW World Heavyweight Champion, Sean "Triple X" Stevens' palatial Hollywood Hills estate, overlooking the bright lights of the busy city below.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You see, Brian ... The worst mistake an idiot can make, is to forget that he's an idiot. See, you can spray your ass crack with air freshener 'til you're all tingly inside, but if you go into the bathroom and run your hands through your tingly buttocks, then sniff it, it's still going to smell like shit. The same if you dress a turd up with wheat toast, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato and a strip of bacon, and call it a club ... it's still a turd. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Do you get where I'm going?"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The champ paused.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You can flaunt your title, your impressive record, and the fact that you – with a lot of outside interference, like I told you you'd need – defeated me and The Stalker last week. But, when the dust settles and the smoke clears ... you're still a talentless bum, who – along with your highly touted partner – was on the receiving end of having my foot shoved so far up your ass, my big toe and your prostate gland are on a first name basis. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"So, yeah ... I called you out. Not because you're special. It was the opposite, actually. It's because you're not so special. You're not even the best on your team, yet you walk around my promotion with your chest poked out, devaluing it with your tired, monotonous, bottom feeding existence. You bad mouth it, because it's cool, and because up until now, no one was willing to put you little Emo bitches in your place. Last week, you escaped by the old lady pubic region resembling hairs on your chin, this week, you're in my world. A world where, when you're exhausted, and the dry feeling in the arena leaves you gasping for air, as you struggle to breathe, you don't get to crawl to the corner and tag out and catch your breath, while you rest in the fetal position. You're entering a world where you have no choice but to man up, force yourself to get on your feet, and continue until I scramble your thoughts with a concussion inducing superkick that knocks you unconscious for the uno, dos, tres."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Planet Earth's Champion gently scratched his five o'clock shadow, as he took a sip from glass of lemonade conveniently placed on the million dollar Rococo table to the left of him, to cure his parched throat. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You think this week'll be a war? Um, yeah ... about that ... Negative. We won't cry, sweat or bleed from this match, Brian. You will. You're going to bleed, granted, we both may sweat, but you'll most definitely be the one on your knees pleading with tears for my compassion and sympathy, after I break you down, beating you unmercifully for the five or ten minutes it'll take to expose you for the phony tough, crazy brave skill-less imbecile that you have been since birth. I am going to make an example out of you, for any other wrestlers out there with bright ideas of stepping up to my league, and if you're lucky ... that person playing with the Empire-tron will "save you" with his whole done to death "break the code" song and dance, because if he or she doesn't? Or if Felix doesn't show up? Or if that other group of guys – whose name I can't remember right now, don't come to assist you? Your proverbial ass is grass. And, as one last fitting tribute to you, Felix, and Bob Marley ... I'm going to smoke it."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"There are laws of the universe, that should never be broken or tampered with. What goes up, most come down. In order for there to be winners, there must be losers. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Bitch talks out of turn, daddy spanks bitch 'til bitch realizes that his or her sole purpose in daddy's universe is to do daddy's laundry. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"... and, First ... daddy likes his shirts heavily starched."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: The scene opened up on the rooftop pool of EPW superstar, 2007 Wrestler of the Year, frontrunner for 2008 Wrestler of the Year, undisputed King of the Cage, perennial "blue-eyed badass", and reigning EPW World Heavyweight Champion, Sean "Triple X" Stevens' palatial Hollywood Hills estate, overlooking the bright lights of the busy city below.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You see, Brian ... The worst mistake an idiot can make, is to forget that he's an idiot. See, you can spray your ass crack with air freshener 'til you're all tingly inside, but if you go into the bathroom and run your hands through your tingly buttocks, then sniff it, it's still going to smell like shit. The same if you dress a turd up with wheat toast, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato and a strip of bacon, and call it a club ... it's still a turd. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Do you get where I'm going?"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The champ paused.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You can flaunt your title, your impressive record, and the fact that you – with a lot of outside interference, like I told you you'd need – defeated me and The Stalker last week. But, when the dust settles and the smoke clears ... you're still a talentless bum, who – along with your highly touted partner – was on the receiving end of having my foot shoved so far up your ass, my big toe and your prostate gland are on a first name basis. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"So, yeah ... I called you out. Not because you're special. It was the opposite, actually. It's because you're not so special. You're not even the best on your team, yet you walk around my promotion with your chest poked out, devaluing it with your tired, monotonous, bottom feeding existence. You bad mouth it, because it's cool, and because up until now, no one was willing to put you little Emo bitches in your place. Last week, you escaped by the old lady pubic region resembling hairs on your chin, this week, you're in my world. A world where, when you're exhausted, and the dry feeling in the arena leaves you gasping for air, as you struggle to breathe, you don't get to crawl to the corner and tag out and catch your breath, while you rest in the fetal position. You're entering a world where you have no choice but to man up, force yourself to get on your feet, and continue until I scramble your thoughts with a concussion inducing superkick that knocks you unconscious for the uno, dos, tres."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Planet Earth's Champion gently scratched his five o'clock shadow, as he took a sip from glass of lemonade conveniently placed on the million dollar Rococo table to the left of him, to cure his parched throat. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You think this week'll be a war? Um, yeah ... about that ... Negative. We won't cry, sweat or bleed from this match, Brian. You will. You're going to bleed, granted, we both may sweat, but you'll most definitely be the one on your knees pleading with tears for my compassion and sympathy, after I break you down, beating you unmercifully for the five or ten minutes it'll take to expose you for the phony tough, crazy brave skill-less imbecile that you have been since birth. I am going to make an example out of you, for any other wrestlers out there with bright ideas of stepping up to my league, and if you're lucky ... that person playing with the Empire-tron will "save you" with his whole done to death "break the code" song and dance, because if he or she doesn't? Or if Felix doesn't show up? Or if that other group of guys – whose name I can't remember right now, don't come to assist you? Your proverbial ass is grass. And, as one last fitting tribute to you, Felix, and Bob Marley ... I'm going to smoke it."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
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Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
(FADEIN: The First standing in front of a dirty mirror in what appears to be a public rest room. His hair is a black with blotches of purple here and there. His face is painted white with a black X crossed through his eyes, nose and cheekbones. He's wearing a black "Forsaken" T-Shirt and his gi pants."Helena" by MCR plays in the background.)
THE FIRST: The mirror...We look into it, it reflects back at us, but in the end, we end up seeing what we want. I mean if you want to look at your flaws, your imperfections, you can drive yourself mad.
If you wish you look at your finer points, what makes you better...Then I'd say you can become a bit of a narcissistic tendency...See mirrors don't truly work the way they are supposed to, because what they show us, we cloud it with our own preconceived ideals, our own notions...
So for you, I shall be a gift...I will be...A Mirror of Truth...
First of all, you are a hypocrite...I mean really, it's rich to lament that outside interference happened in a match when you're the guy who, in his last World Title Match not decided by gravity, had his flunky toss him a meat hook...Honestly...A meat hook...(Shakes head)...
And to be painfully honest, none of that outside interference in that match was on behalf of the Forsaken...Anthology's little attack on all of us was just them seeking attention, seeing respect trying to make whatever name they can for themselves in mugging the four of us...
As for Ryoko...I can promise you she wasn't aiming for Stalker...I don't know exactly what Felix is doing and why she's here, but I can assure you they are not on the same page.
Look, I don't wear a white hat, I don't claim to be a good guy, the fans cheer me because I'm over with the rat set, the fact is, I understand the game for what it is, and senior ref Pat Jones can't be expected to keep everything under control...So if you happen to tenderly caress my temple with the 17 pounds of gold that make up the EPW World Title, then so be it...
You keep my shoulders down for three seconds, or you make me tap, I don't care how you do it, you win, I lose, it's that simple...By the same token if I do it to you, I don't want any crying or belly-aching about what happened, Meat Hook McGee...
Now the other thing that I must show you...Is that you're a coward...I know you'll refuse to believe this, but hear me out...
There's a man, he's champion of a wrestling league, and he's telling everyone he's the best thing going in the sport today...He's letting us all know about his greatness...Now that man suffers a minor setback, he loses in a tag match to that very same companies World Tag Team Champions...Now our hero here has been shown up, he's been insulted...So he challenges one of the tag team, puts his title on the line...Now what would a real stouthearted champion do? Oh he'd grab the captain of the team, he'd beat the best man on that team from pillar to post and show everyone who's the boss...
A coward would tell everyone he took the weaker half of the tag team and did so on purpose. A coward would run around bragging that he ducked the challenge of the supposed leader of the tag team, and that he was doing this only because he felt the other half of the tag team was an easy mark, a win to pad the resume as it were...
And that's your story, the story of a coward, you've picked me because you think I'm weaker then Felix, that I'm not as good as him, that's fine...You can believe that...Is it true? I have no idea, Felix and I have yet to have the ugly break-up that tag teams so often have...Maybe I'm just supposed to kick your skull in, win that title, and then Felix can betray me in a fit of rage...Maybe Wrestleverse III is gonna be First vs Felix for the title...THE FORSAKEN EXPLODE!! (Raises arms, trying to sell it) Or...maybe not...Who knows...
And the funny thing is, even with all this...You're still going to lose...You're still going to be beaten...You've planned this out so well, to get some lamb into the ring with you, to give yourself a moment of glory in the sun...But well, that's not how it's going to turn out...Oh you think it'll be easy...You think I'll have problems in the deep waters...(Smiles)...Trip, it's not that simple...I've been there, more times then you can know, a few times in this body, a great many times not...
I know what the moment of truth is...I know what it's like to stare into the mirror and have understanding, and acceptance of myself...Even if I am a painted up goofball...Because that's what I want to be...And it's what I am...'
You...You do not know what truth is...For you deny the mirror, you reject it, you declare it, and not yourself, the liar...
I am the reflection you can not ignore...The revelation that rocks your existence...I am the hand of fate, removing the veil from your eyes, so that you may see again...I am all of these things...and one more...
I am the next EPW World Heavyweight Champion...
(The camera pans to show only the reflection of The First in the mirror)
(FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: The First standing in front of a dirty mirror in what appears to be a public rest room. His hair is a black with blotches of purple here and there. His face is painted white with a black X crossed through his eyes, nose and cheekbones. He's wearing a black "Forsaken" T-Shirt and his gi pants."Helena" by MCR plays in the background.)
THE FIRST: The mirror...We look into it, it reflects back at us, but in the end, we end up seeing what we want. I mean if you want to look at your flaws, your imperfections, you can drive yourself mad.
If you wish you look at your finer points, what makes you better...Then I'd say you can become a bit of a narcissistic tendency...See mirrors don't truly work the way they are supposed to, because what they show us, we cloud it with our own preconceived ideals, our own notions...
So for you, I shall be a gift...I will be...A Mirror of Truth...
First of all, you are a hypocrite...I mean really, it's rich to lament that outside interference happened in a match when you're the guy who, in his last World Title Match not decided by gravity, had his flunky toss him a meat hook...Honestly...A meat hook...(Shakes head)...
And to be painfully honest, none of that outside interference in that match was on behalf of the Forsaken...Anthology's little attack on all of us was just them seeking attention, seeing respect trying to make whatever name they can for themselves in mugging the four of us...
As for Ryoko...I can promise you she wasn't aiming for Stalker...I don't know exactly what Felix is doing and why she's here, but I can assure you they are not on the same page.
Look, I don't wear a white hat, I don't claim to be a good guy, the fans cheer me because I'm over with the rat set, the fact is, I understand the game for what it is, and senior ref Pat Jones can't be expected to keep everything under control...So if you happen to tenderly caress my temple with the 17 pounds of gold that make up the EPW World Title, then so be it...
You keep my shoulders down for three seconds, or you make me tap, I don't care how you do it, you win, I lose, it's that simple...By the same token if I do it to you, I don't want any crying or belly-aching about what happened, Meat Hook McGee...
Now the other thing that I must show you...Is that you're a coward...I know you'll refuse to believe this, but hear me out...
There's a man, he's champion of a wrestling league, and he's telling everyone he's the best thing going in the sport today...He's letting us all know about his greatness...Now that man suffers a minor setback, he loses in a tag match to that very same companies World Tag Team Champions...Now our hero here has been shown up, he's been insulted...So he challenges one of the tag team, puts his title on the line...Now what would a real stouthearted champion do? Oh he'd grab the captain of the team, he'd beat the best man on that team from pillar to post and show everyone who's the boss...
A coward would tell everyone he took the weaker half of the tag team and did so on purpose. A coward would run around bragging that he ducked the challenge of the supposed leader of the tag team, and that he was doing this only because he felt the other half of the tag team was an easy mark, a win to pad the resume as it were...
And that's your story, the story of a coward, you've picked me because you think I'm weaker then Felix, that I'm not as good as him, that's fine...You can believe that...Is it true? I have no idea, Felix and I have yet to have the ugly break-up that tag teams so often have...Maybe I'm just supposed to kick your skull in, win that title, and then Felix can betray me in a fit of rage...Maybe Wrestleverse III is gonna be First vs Felix for the title...THE FORSAKEN EXPLODE!! (Raises arms, trying to sell it) Or...maybe not...Who knows...
And the funny thing is, even with all this...You're still going to lose...You're still going to be beaten...You've planned this out so well, to get some lamb into the ring with you, to give yourself a moment of glory in the sun...But well, that's not how it's going to turn out...Oh you think it'll be easy...You think I'll have problems in the deep waters...(Smiles)...Trip, it's not that simple...I've been there, more times then you can know, a few times in this body, a great many times not...
I know what the moment of truth is...I know what it's like to stare into the mirror and have understanding, and acceptance of myself...Even if I am a painted up goofball...Because that's what I want to be...And it's what I am...'
You...You do not know what truth is...For you deny the mirror, you reject it, you declare it, and not yourself, the liar...
I am the reflection you can not ignore...The revelation that rocks your existence...I am the hand of fate, removing the veil from your eyes, so that you may see again...I am all of these things...and one more...
I am the next EPW World Heavyweight Champion...
(The camera pans to show only the reflection of The First in the mirror)
(FADEOUT)
jayshort
Long Live THE KING
Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: A dimly lit room, with several candles shining brightly in front of random images of EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS, at various points in his journy to fame, fortune, superstardom ... and, of course, the EPW Championship. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]From the shadows – a trick Stevens must've learned from his partner "The Stalker" Jason Reeves – Triple X appeared, EPW title draped over his shoulder, glistening. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: The scene opens up in Empire Pro Wrestling, around the year two thousand and six. I'll call a spade-a-spade, Lindsay Troy – as much as I hate her, and as sick as the thought makes me – was a dominant champion in the middle of an unprecedented two year reign as the alpha FEmale, in a male dominated sport. The thought of her losing was unfathomable to the majority of the roster ... the initial shock, humor, and feeling of goldenopportunity turned into lack of confidence, settling for less, and the acceptance of being average. I never bought into the hype, and said as much, and it made me unpopular. The bad guy. The villain. Once again, I was labeled as an arrogant, egotistical, loud mouth just because I had the heart to go against the grain, and say what was truly on my mind. And, while the EPW couldn't deny my talent, it did everything in it's power to hold me down, saving their precious little champion for hand picked paper contenders designed to stack her resume, and sell t-shirts, while simultaneously making history and headlines. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, I hated it."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The champ's facial expression changed from cool, calm and collected to annoyed as he replayed the moment in his head.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I hated it because I was better than Lindsay, by far. I hatedthe men on this roster – the JA's, the Rocko Daymon's, and Joey Melton - because they allowed her to grow more and more confident each and every week she'd escape another match as champion, because ultimately that'd make it that much harder for me to kill her spirit, and send her back to the office, where she belonged. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Then the unthinkable happened. Melton beat me to the punch. He concocted this ... this," the champ rolled his eyes, "charade where he unveiled that all along, he had a twin brother, who wrestled part time as Joey Melton, and as retarded as the whole thought, plan and concept was ... that was all it took to beat her. You see, Joey exposed what I knew all along, that despite all of the death defying flippy thing-a-ma-jigs in her arsenal, Lindsay Troy was no superstar. She didn't possess any heart, and the moment things got a little difficult, she folded.The moment built itself up nicely, I was on the verge of winning the King of the Cage tournament, with dominant performance after dominant performance, and would've beaten Troy at the biggest event of the year, and Joey stole that away from me...[/FONT]
TRIPLE X: [FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Then came the mumblings. All of the wrestler's were pissed ... instead of applauding Melton for ridding this promotion of it's stigma of allowing females to step out of their place in line, they scoffed at the notion that there beloved two year champ was beaten so easily. But, Melton was a legend, and because of Troy's dominance of them, none of them felt confident enough to do something about the hostility they felt. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"So they nominated me."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Triple X walked over to a photo of himself, in a “Planet Earth's Champion” t-shirt, cutting a promo right before his three way dance with Lindsay Troy and Joey Melton during EPW's annual Russian Roulette pay-per-view. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Two birds, one stone. After winning the King of the Cage I got the opportunity to – not only – relieve myself of years of pent up frustration, but I also got to add the name, reputation, and status of a first ballot Hall of Famer to my resume. And, I did it, no outside interference, no gimmicks, no games. I went into Russian Roulette the underdog, I walked out the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and afterwards, Joey Melton and Lindsay Troy both disappeared. Troy, as you know, would make her long awaited return, in a non-wrestling role, where she feels she has to drop my name every five seconds, and remind me that I'm her boss, but I'm okay with that, you know why?[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Because I killed her desire to compete. In one match, I made her realize that she wasn't on my level or in my league. Brian, I killed her spirit. Joey's too, and if felt good. Dare I say, it became an addiction. I'm sure you can relate to that.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Fast forward to a year later. Rocko Daymon decides that he wanted my position. He wanted my place in this industry, and felt that because he lasted more than five minutes with me in a steel cage match that he lost, he deserved it. Which led us to Blackdawn ... I beat that man within an inch of his life, from pillar to post for thirty plus minutes. And, yeah, I'll once again call a spade a spade, he survived that night, and the fans thought they'd get their big happy ending. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"That was Rocko Daymon's last match in this company."[/FONT]
Trip stopped at another picture, this time, of Jerichoholic Anonymous proudly thrusting his arms in the air, the EPW title around his waist.
Running his fingers through his wonderfully kept golden locks, Triple X continued.
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The camera zoomed in, for a close-up shot.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: See, I'm not talking to The First. I'm not talking to the wrestler with the painted face, and the stringy black hair, who believes his own hype. I'm talking to you, Brian Nedalny. To the punk ass little kid who – when no one is around – looks into the mirror and knows that he's inferior to me. You are not what you've made yourself believe you are. And, truthfully? You don't even believe the delusions of grandeur that your advertise to your target audience, to keep them satisfied. And, this week, on Aggression, I'm going to show you things about yourself that you never knew existed. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life, to the point that your dream of being accepted as someone's World Heavyweight Championship is the farthest thing from your thoughts. At Aggression, you're going to find yourself crawling around the ring, gasping for air, trying to figure out a way to survive. Because you know longer get the benefit of not having my attention, I have you in my sites, and you – just like everyone else before you, who thought otherwise – will be proven wrong. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Brian, I am going to kill your spirit, and if you make me mad enough? I'm going to end your career. But, either way, as a result of this match? You will never EVER be the same. And, when the little fans that like to stand up and cheer for you begin to turn their back on you, causing the merchandising sales to dip, then disappear, as you continue to smoke up your meager finances, forcing you to ultimately end up in a homeless shelter ... don't blame them, hell ... don't even blame yourself.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"... blame me."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Let me set the backdrop for you, Brian." [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: A dimly lit room, with several candles shining brightly in front of random images of EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS, at various points in his journy to fame, fortune, superstardom ... and, of course, the EPW Championship. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]From the shadows – a trick Stevens must've learned from his partner "The Stalker" Jason Reeves – Triple X appeared, EPW title draped over his shoulder, glistening. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: The scene opens up in Empire Pro Wrestling, around the year two thousand and six. I'll call a spade-a-spade, Lindsay Troy – as much as I hate her, and as sick as the thought makes me – was a dominant champion in the middle of an unprecedented two year reign as the alpha FEmale, in a male dominated sport. The thought of her losing was unfathomable to the majority of the roster ... the initial shock, humor, and feeling of goldenopportunity turned into lack of confidence, settling for less, and the acceptance of being average. I never bought into the hype, and said as much, and it made me unpopular. The bad guy. The villain. Once again, I was labeled as an arrogant, egotistical, loud mouth just because I had the heart to go against the grain, and say what was truly on my mind. And, while the EPW couldn't deny my talent, it did everything in it's power to hold me down, saving their precious little champion for hand picked paper contenders designed to stack her resume, and sell t-shirts, while simultaneously making history and headlines. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, I hated it."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The champ's facial expression changed from cool, calm and collected to annoyed as he replayed the moment in his head.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I hated it because I was better than Lindsay, by far. I hatedthe men on this roster – the JA's, the Rocko Daymon's, and Joey Melton - because they allowed her to grow more and more confident each and every week she'd escape another match as champion, because ultimately that'd make it that much harder for me to kill her spirit, and send her back to the office, where she belonged. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Then the unthinkable happened. Melton beat me to the punch. He concocted this ... this," the champ rolled his eyes, "charade where he unveiled that all along, he had a twin brother, who wrestled part time as Joey Melton, and as retarded as the whole thought, plan and concept was ... that was all it took to beat her. You see, Joey exposed what I knew all along, that despite all of the death defying flippy thing-a-ma-jigs in her arsenal, Lindsay Troy was no superstar. She didn't possess any heart, and the moment things got a little difficult, she folded.The moment built itself up nicely, I was on the verge of winning the King of the Cage tournament, with dominant performance after dominant performance, and would've beaten Troy at the biggest event of the year, and Joey stole that away from me...[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"...which put him on my list."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Closing his eyes, the champ appeared to be meditating. After a couple of seconds, he re-opened them, staring a hole into the camera.[/FONT]
TRIPLE X: [FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Then came the mumblings. All of the wrestler's were pissed ... instead of applauding Melton for ridding this promotion of it's stigma of allowing females to step out of their place in line, they scoffed at the notion that there beloved two year champ was beaten so easily. But, Melton was a legend, and because of Troy's dominance of them, none of them felt confident enough to do something about the hostility they felt. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"So they nominated me."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Triple X walked over to a photo of himself, in a “Planet Earth's Champion” t-shirt, cutting a promo right before his three way dance with Lindsay Troy and Joey Melton during EPW's annual Russian Roulette pay-per-view. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Two birds, one stone. After winning the King of the Cage I got the opportunity to – not only – relieve myself of years of pent up frustration, but I also got to add the name, reputation, and status of a first ballot Hall of Famer to my resume. And, I did it, no outside interference, no gimmicks, no games. I went into Russian Roulette the underdog, I walked out the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and afterwards, Joey Melton and Lindsay Troy both disappeared. Troy, as you know, would make her long awaited return, in a non-wrestling role, where she feels she has to drop my name every five seconds, and remind me that I'm her boss, but I'm okay with that, you know why?[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Because I killed her desire to compete. In one match, I made her realize that she wasn't on my level or in my league. Brian, I killed her spirit. Joey's too, and if felt good. Dare I say, it became an addiction. I'm sure you can relate to that.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Fast forward to a year later. Rocko Daymon decides that he wanted my position. He wanted my place in this industry, and felt that because he lasted more than five minutes with me in a steel cage match that he lost, he deserved it. Which led us to Blackdawn ... I beat that man within an inch of his life, from pillar to post for thirty plus minutes. And, yeah, I'll once again call a spade a spade, he survived that night, and the fans thought they'd get their big happy ending. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"That was Rocko Daymon's last match in this company."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens proudly declared, as a smile formed on his lips.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: The very next week he relinquished my title belt, and at this very moment, that man is a drunk, sitting in a log cabin somewhere in Seattle, cursing the name of Sean "Triple X" Stevens, because, just like Lindsay and Joey before him, I killed his spirit, and as much as he'd hate to admit that I won, he doesn't have to, and I don't have to say it, because everyone already knows."[/FONT]
Trip stopped at another picture, this time, of Jerichoholic Anonymous proudly thrusting his arms in the air, the EPW title around his waist.
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Then came along JA. The happy-go-lucky Anglo Luchador. The fan favorite, the Little Engine that Could, the guy that all of the people hung their hopes on. Do yourself a favor, Brian ... don't look at how I won, or what I used to get the job done. Look at the fact that I am this company's FIRST EVER two time EPW World Heavyweight Champion, look at the fact that I carried that man to a five star Match of the Year performance that proves that I get better every single time I compete ... a match that he's failed to live up to ever since. Look at the fact that ever since I killed his spirit, he's lost to every Tom, Dick, Moe, Larry and Curly on this roster.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"... then, ask yourself what am I going to do to you." [/FONT]
Running his fingers through his wonderfully kept golden locks, Triple X continued.
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, you have the audacity to call me a coward? Why? Because I believe that you and your partner are certified Comedy Central tag team parody spoofs? Because I went into the ring with you two assfags last week and dominated you, and decided to call you back for more? Make no mistake about it, you are the weakest link on your tag team, but don't let that comment fool you into believing I meant that I thought Felix Red was strong. Because he's not. He's weak, you're weaker. And, I'm sick and tired of hearing you two ramble on and on about how easy it is, switching your stories and persona's from people that don't care, to people that do care, to someone so desperate for acceptance that they feel the need to explain their every action or reaction, reaction, thought and desire."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The camera zoomed in, for a close-up shot.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: See, I'm not talking to The First. I'm not talking to the wrestler with the painted face, and the stringy black hair, who believes his own hype. I'm talking to you, Brian Nedalny. To the punk ass little kid who – when no one is around – looks into the mirror and knows that he's inferior to me. You are not what you've made yourself believe you are. And, truthfully? You don't even believe the delusions of grandeur that your advertise to your target audience, to keep them satisfied. And, this week, on Aggression, I'm going to show you things about yourself that you never knew existed. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life, to the point that your dream of being accepted as someone's World Heavyweight Championship is the farthest thing from your thoughts. At Aggression, you're going to find yourself crawling around the ring, gasping for air, trying to figure out a way to survive. Because you know longer get the benefit of not having my attention, I have you in my sites, and you – just like everyone else before you, who thought otherwise – will be proven wrong. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Brian, I am going to kill your spirit, and if you make me mad enough? I'm going to end your career. But, either way, as a result of this match? You will never EVER be the same. And, when the little fans that like to stand up and cheer for you begin to turn their back on you, causing the merchandising sales to dip, then disappear, as you continue to smoke up your meager finances, forcing you to ultimately end up in a homeless shelter ... don't blame them, hell ... don't even blame yourself.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"... blame me."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
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Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
(FADEIN: The First standing in a empty room. He's wearing his hair back, with more green it it then normal. He's wearing a black "Death Cab For Cutie" T-Shirt that's been carved up into a wife beater, and black gi pants. His face is made up in a 'messy joker' way, with patches of exposed skin and running black smears around the eyes and the lipstick a mess around his mouth.)
FIRST: I believe the line goes..."You have nothing...Nothing to threaten me with...Nothing to do with all your strength..."
I want to make three points here...I hope you follow them, cause you didn't really understand while I called you a coward before...
Point Number one...You can talk all about how this will be career ruining for me, about how you're going to inflict some life altering beating upon me. That I will never recover from the brutality you inflict upon me. See, all you're trying to do is make me have something to lose, which I don't...All you're hoping for is that I'll follow the same path as a bunch of the old guard of EPW...You mention, Troy, Melton, and Daymon...They've all been around...Forever...Well I know I've got them all beaten by a few eons, but physically they got me beat...
I have nothing to lose in this fight, and everything to gain...I can win the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, I can claim those 15.5 pounds of gold as my own, I can turn this company on it's ear, truly shock the world as lame a cliche as it is, it would be true...
You have nothing to gain, you've spent this whole time degrading me as a fraud, a gimp, some idiot unworthy of being in the ring with you, beating me would prove nothing, since I'm so worthless, struggling with me would be degrading, and losing to me...(Laughs) Oh dear...Losing to me, when you promised a crushing victory of epic proportions, a victory so damn total and complete it began my trip to the homeless shelter...That's gotta hurt.
You see Trip, for all the hype, all you do is put more pressure on yourself. Every threat, every claim of domination, just piling on more stress, more horror for yourself...More nightmares when we get past 10 minutes and I'm still not beaten...15 minutes and you haven't won...And that pressure leads to panic...Panic leads to mistakes...Mistakes, cost men titles...So keep up the talk...By all means...(Smiles)
Second...You're a very funny guy about calling me Brian...What is Brian? He's a birth certificate, a social security card, a passport, an ATM card, a credit card...Pieces of paper amounting to an identity that truly does not exist...You seek to speak to a man who isn't here...Brian might be some sort of concept in your mind, but he is a creation of your own fantasies...You might think there is a time or place when The First falls off me and I go to that other life...But you would be greatly mistaken...You talk of crushing spirits yet you can't understand I...am but a spirit...One that's been around since the dawn of man, I am eternal...I am forever...One day your concept of Brian will be placed in the ground...And I...Will move on...
Finally...I heard a line in your last promo...Something about entering the ring against Troy and Melton as the underdog...Got me to thinking...
Underdog, shocks the world, beats opponent that the underdog wasn't supposed to beat...Underdog begins a run, gains momentum...Underdog wins multiple titles...Underdog goes from underdog to now the elite, the definition of greatness...Along the way...The elite's tactics and ethics are called into question, rules seem to be being broken...The elite seems to not only desire to win, but to truly insult, truly inflict suffering and misery upon it's opponents, the elite earns scorn from the masses, who find it's arrogance unbecoming...The elite rides off into battle night against a foe few give any hope of victory to...The elite figures this victory but a formality that will cement a legacy...Show everyone that they are the best...Perhaps ever...
This little tale I tell...I believe it fits you...As well as it fits my dear hometown Patriots...And like them...You head towards...
ONE...
GIANT...
LOSS...
(FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: The First standing in a empty room. He's wearing his hair back, with more green it it then normal. He's wearing a black "Death Cab For Cutie" T-Shirt that's been carved up into a wife beater, and black gi pants. His face is made up in a 'messy joker' way, with patches of exposed skin and running black smears around the eyes and the lipstick a mess around his mouth.)
FIRST: I believe the line goes..."You have nothing...Nothing to threaten me with...Nothing to do with all your strength..."
I want to make three points here...I hope you follow them, cause you didn't really understand while I called you a coward before...
Point Number one...You can talk all about how this will be career ruining for me, about how you're going to inflict some life altering beating upon me. That I will never recover from the brutality you inflict upon me. See, all you're trying to do is make me have something to lose, which I don't...All you're hoping for is that I'll follow the same path as a bunch of the old guard of EPW...You mention, Troy, Melton, and Daymon...They've all been around...Forever...Well I know I've got them all beaten by a few eons, but physically they got me beat...
I have nothing to lose in this fight, and everything to gain...I can win the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, I can claim those 15.5 pounds of gold as my own, I can turn this company on it's ear, truly shock the world as lame a cliche as it is, it would be true...
You have nothing to gain, you've spent this whole time degrading me as a fraud, a gimp, some idiot unworthy of being in the ring with you, beating me would prove nothing, since I'm so worthless, struggling with me would be degrading, and losing to me...(Laughs) Oh dear...Losing to me, when you promised a crushing victory of epic proportions, a victory so damn total and complete it began my trip to the homeless shelter...That's gotta hurt.
You see Trip, for all the hype, all you do is put more pressure on yourself. Every threat, every claim of domination, just piling on more stress, more horror for yourself...More nightmares when we get past 10 minutes and I'm still not beaten...15 minutes and you haven't won...And that pressure leads to panic...Panic leads to mistakes...Mistakes, cost men titles...So keep up the talk...By all means...(Smiles)
Second...You're a very funny guy about calling me Brian...What is Brian? He's a birth certificate, a social security card, a passport, an ATM card, a credit card...Pieces of paper amounting to an identity that truly does not exist...You seek to speak to a man who isn't here...Brian might be some sort of concept in your mind, but he is a creation of your own fantasies...You might think there is a time or place when The First falls off me and I go to that other life...But you would be greatly mistaken...You talk of crushing spirits yet you can't understand I...am but a spirit...One that's been around since the dawn of man, I am eternal...I am forever...One day your concept of Brian will be placed in the ground...And I...Will move on...
Finally...I heard a line in your last promo...Something about entering the ring against Troy and Melton as the underdog...Got me to thinking...
Underdog, shocks the world, beats opponent that the underdog wasn't supposed to beat...Underdog begins a run, gains momentum...Underdog wins multiple titles...Underdog goes from underdog to now the elite, the definition of greatness...Along the way...The elite's tactics and ethics are called into question, rules seem to be being broken...The elite seems to not only desire to win, but to truly insult, truly inflict suffering and misery upon it's opponents, the elite earns scorn from the masses, who find it's arrogance unbecoming...The elite rides off into battle night against a foe few give any hope of victory to...The elite figures this victory but a formality that will cement a legacy...Show everyone that they are the best...Perhaps ever...
This little tale I tell...I believe it fits you...As well as it fits my dear hometown Patriots...And like them...You head towards...
ONE...
GIANT...
LOSS...
(FADEOUT)
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jayshort
Long Live THE KING
Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: Triple X, black backdrop, stool, brand new, soon to be another platinum selling, "Career Killer" t-shirt, and a pair of vintage, wrinkled, army fatigue shorts. EPW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: It doesn't surprise me that you'd go that route, casting aside who you are, and will always be, because it helps you fit in with the latest trend. And, for the record? ...Those thousands of people that cheer for you night in and night out? They're stupid. They're stupid for buying what you're selling. It's so blatantly obvious that you're a poser, that it frightens me to think that some how, some way, in some form or fashion, there are people on this planet that actually think you are authentic.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A smirk formed on the champion's face.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You're not the real deal. You're not the persnickety, drugged up emo-gothic-freak that you go out of your way to portray on TV. You're Brian Nadelny. A guy – who more than likely was a nerd who got picked on in high school – that stands in front of a mirror, each and every day, before making a public appearance, with a container filled with rainbow colored makeup, hair dye, gel and scissors, and carefully crafts his image. You probably were an artist, which would explain why your t-shirts are always turned into perfectly roughed up wife beaters, as well as your usage of color in each strand of your hair to scream: "Look at me! I'm misunderstood!"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, I get it. Your childhood insecurities prevent you from exposing yourself to the world, as well as exposing the world to who Brian Nadelny really is. Plus, you make a pretty decent amount of money living a watered down version of someone else's life, displaying it to the public like it's the thing to be. Add to the fact that you don't have to worry about an emotional attachment, and you've carved out a nice, safe, little niche. But, coming from a man that has a son, you're not being honest to the public, your fans, or yourself, because if you were, you'd cut a promo in front of a mirror with a fancy t-shirt that reads: "I'm a poser." You're not some badass, you're not misunderstood, and you most certainly aren't goth. In fact,you're about as goth as the teenage girls who spend every weekend in the front row to see Twilight just one more time."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Triple X unbuckled the leather strap from around his waist, and propped it up over his shoulder. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, that's my major problem with you. Felix, too. I give my blood, sweat and tears for this company on a daily basis, yet you've found a safe little way to exist, cash a couple of checks, while simultaneously running it to the ground. Those fans don't have to cheer me ... I may be the most hated individual on the roster, and rightfully so, but you know what, Brian? When push comes to shove, and things get out of control around here? Who do they call? You? Felix? False. They chant my name. I was the guy that put this company on my back when all the other so-called legends ran elsewhere for bigger paychecks, with guaranteed incentives and bonuses. I was the guy that stepped up and fought for Empire Pro Wrestling when a rival company tried to take it over.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Where were you?"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens paused for a moment, then snapped his fingers.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Oh, that's right ... you were busy telling anyone with ears that you didn't give a shit about the EPW, and for that reason and that reason alone, I can't allow you to walk out of Aggression as EPW champ. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Brian, it takes a special man to do what I've done here in the last three years. My name will go down in EPW history. And, I'm sorry to say ... you're nothing like me. My life is an open book, yours is a blob of painted confusion. With me, what you see is what you get. With you? ...Whatever the latest fad is, is what you'll be. I will forever be linked to Empire Pro Wrestling, and it's legacy. You're just another blip on the radar. I am one of the most talented individuals to step foot into a wrestling ring, some have even said that I am better that I think I am, which is says alot. And, most would agree, that you're not nearly as good as you think you are. ...which also, says a lot. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"This is my last time addressing you, poser. I've already given you more time and energy than you deserve. At Aggression, I'm going to beat you, and continue my reign as EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and you really only have two choices: Nothing, and like it." [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Who is Brian Nadelny?"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: Triple X, black backdrop, stool, brand new, soon to be another platinum selling, "Career Killer" t-shirt, and a pair of vintage, wrinkled, army fatigue shorts. EPW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: It doesn't surprise me that you'd go that route, casting aside who you are, and will always be, because it helps you fit in with the latest trend. And, for the record? ...Those thousands of people that cheer for you night in and night out? They're stupid. They're stupid for buying what you're selling. It's so blatantly obvious that you're a poser, that it frightens me to think that some how, some way, in some form or fashion, there are people on this planet that actually think you are authentic.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A smirk formed on the champion's face.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You're not the real deal. You're not the persnickety, drugged up emo-gothic-freak that you go out of your way to portray on TV. You're Brian Nadelny. A guy – who more than likely was a nerd who got picked on in high school – that stands in front of a mirror, each and every day, before making a public appearance, with a container filled with rainbow colored makeup, hair dye, gel and scissors, and carefully crafts his image. You probably were an artist, which would explain why your t-shirts are always turned into perfectly roughed up wife beaters, as well as your usage of color in each strand of your hair to scream: "Look at me! I'm misunderstood!"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, I get it. Your childhood insecurities prevent you from exposing yourself to the world, as well as exposing the world to who Brian Nadelny really is. Plus, you make a pretty decent amount of money living a watered down version of someone else's life, displaying it to the public like it's the thing to be. Add to the fact that you don't have to worry about an emotional attachment, and you've carved out a nice, safe, little niche. But, coming from a man that has a son, you're not being honest to the public, your fans, or yourself, because if you were, you'd cut a promo in front of a mirror with a fancy t-shirt that reads: "I'm a poser." You're not some badass, you're not misunderstood, and you most certainly aren't goth. In fact,you're about as goth as the teenage girls who spend every weekend in the front row to see Twilight just one more time."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Triple X unbuckled the leather strap from around his waist, and propped it up over his shoulder. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, that's my major problem with you. Felix, too. I give my blood, sweat and tears for this company on a daily basis, yet you've found a safe little way to exist, cash a couple of checks, while simultaneously running it to the ground. Those fans don't have to cheer me ... I may be the most hated individual on the roster, and rightfully so, but you know what, Brian? When push comes to shove, and things get out of control around here? Who do they call? You? Felix? False. They chant my name. I was the guy that put this company on my back when all the other so-called legends ran elsewhere for bigger paychecks, with guaranteed incentives and bonuses. I was the guy that stepped up and fought for Empire Pro Wrestling when a rival company tried to take it over.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Where were you?"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens paused for a moment, then snapped his fingers.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Oh, that's right ... you were busy telling anyone with ears that you didn't give a shit about the EPW, and for that reason and that reason alone, I can't allow you to walk out of Aggression as EPW champ. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Brian, it takes a special man to do what I've done here in the last three years. My name will go down in EPW history. And, I'm sorry to say ... you're nothing like me. My life is an open book, yours is a blob of painted confusion. With me, what you see is what you get. With you? ...Whatever the latest fad is, is what you'll be. I will forever be linked to Empire Pro Wrestling, and it's legacy. You're just another blip on the radar. I am one of the most talented individuals to step foot into a wrestling ring, some have even said that I am better that I think I am, which is says alot. And, most would agree, that you're not nearly as good as you think you are. ...which also, says a lot. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"This is my last time addressing you, poser. I've already given you more time and energy than you deserve. At Aggression, I'm going to beat you, and continue my reign as EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and you really only have two choices: Nothing, and like it." [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
The Great Eye
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Re: AGGRESSION 42: Main Event: EPW World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs The F
(FADEIN: The First standing in front of an EPW Banner, he's wearing a Mad Hatter outfit as a throw back to his days on the indy scene. A bright scarlet top hat that's far to big for his head, scarlet jacket, lime green shirt and pants. Giant sunglasses cover much of his face which is still dusted white, and he's wearing black lip stick.)
FIRST: You know, goth girls who go to the movies every weekend to watch Twilight from the front row...That's pretty friggin' goth...I think they got more goth street cred then I do...But I mean really in the Gothoverse I'm pretty sure I'm a few steps below Abby Sciuto and a few steps above Jeffree Star. Man, that would be awesome if some of my fans made up fan fictions of Abby and I together...That would be...Erotic...(Pauses a moment) Oh damn you Stevens, ruining my day dreams of being in a goth power couple...Even if Abby...Doesn't exist...I'd just make Pauley Perrette never break character ever.
Look, I understand that you hate me, you hate my lifestyle...Even if Madness...(Waves arms around his absurd outfit) is wonderful when you have the budget for it...This is high school all over again, the Jock Vs the Goth...Oh you want to stuff me in a locker I'll bet...Well good luck getting that done...(Smiles)
Now about loyalty to EPW...I've always waved the flag...I love this company...(wipes finger under his glasses at his eyes). It's my home...Look when we were trying to shut down that other place...I was all for it..Felix was the one that was a bit goofy and aloof about things...Look, you've been here a while, you got a legacy, I understand all of that...Look on the bright side Sean, you'll still be the first Two Time EPW World Champion even after you lose to me, you'll still be remembered for something...
Fact is no amount of 'bleeding EPW' is going to save you here, no amount of bluster and tough talk is going to get you out of that ring with your belt still in hand...This isn't about loyalty or bank accounts or who cuts a more imposing figure wearing a three piece suit, this is about WILL...And I have more of it then you can ever imagine...No amount of pain you can inflict upon me will make me surrender, no amount of agony will break me...I WILL NOT BE DENIED...
And since it worked out so well last time I think I'll end this time with another story of two men...Well the Patriots were not a man so much, but work with me...
Young man...Wins the Heavyweight Championship of the world...Young man decides that his given name doesn't fit him, doesn't stand for what he believes in, doesn't want to be called by that name anymore...Man gets a new name...Asks people to call him by that name...
Opponents decide that they won't do so, think they can get a edge on the man by calling him by his former name, thinking it will rattle and upset the man...
Man responds by brutally mauling opponent, tormenting him, and all the while asking him..."What's my name?...What's my name?"
It's not me...Even if I have won supposed world titles...It's Muhammad Ali...Born Cassius Marcellus Clay...Rest assured I won't waste my time trying to prolong your agony in the ring or making you suffer...No I come for those 10 pounds of gold...That's what I want...And when I have them, I'll walk back up the ramp, as you're getting to your feet in that ring, and I'll ask you then...
What's my name...
What's my name...
WHAT'S...MY...NAME...
(FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: The First standing in front of an EPW Banner, he's wearing a Mad Hatter outfit as a throw back to his days on the indy scene. A bright scarlet top hat that's far to big for his head, scarlet jacket, lime green shirt and pants. Giant sunglasses cover much of his face which is still dusted white, and he's wearing black lip stick.)
FIRST: You know, goth girls who go to the movies every weekend to watch Twilight from the front row...That's pretty friggin' goth...I think they got more goth street cred then I do...But I mean really in the Gothoverse I'm pretty sure I'm a few steps below Abby Sciuto and a few steps above Jeffree Star. Man, that would be awesome if some of my fans made up fan fictions of Abby and I together...That would be...Erotic...(Pauses a moment) Oh damn you Stevens, ruining my day dreams of being in a goth power couple...Even if Abby...Doesn't exist...I'd just make Pauley Perrette never break character ever.
Look, I understand that you hate me, you hate my lifestyle...Even if Madness...(Waves arms around his absurd outfit) is wonderful when you have the budget for it...This is high school all over again, the Jock Vs the Goth...Oh you want to stuff me in a locker I'll bet...Well good luck getting that done...(Smiles)
Now about loyalty to EPW...I've always waved the flag...I love this company...(wipes finger under his glasses at his eyes). It's my home...Look when we were trying to shut down that other place...I was all for it..Felix was the one that was a bit goofy and aloof about things...Look, you've been here a while, you got a legacy, I understand all of that...Look on the bright side Sean, you'll still be the first Two Time EPW World Champion even after you lose to me, you'll still be remembered for something...
Fact is no amount of 'bleeding EPW' is going to save you here, no amount of bluster and tough talk is going to get you out of that ring with your belt still in hand...This isn't about loyalty or bank accounts or who cuts a more imposing figure wearing a three piece suit, this is about WILL...And I have more of it then you can ever imagine...No amount of pain you can inflict upon me will make me surrender, no amount of agony will break me...I WILL NOT BE DENIED...
And since it worked out so well last time I think I'll end this time with another story of two men...Well the Patriots were not a man so much, but work with me...
Young man...Wins the Heavyweight Championship of the world...Young man decides that his given name doesn't fit him, doesn't stand for what he believes in, doesn't want to be called by that name anymore...Man gets a new name...Asks people to call him by that name...
Opponents decide that they won't do so, think they can get a edge on the man by calling him by his former name, thinking it will rattle and upset the man...
Man responds by brutally mauling opponent, tormenting him, and all the while asking him..."What's my name?...What's my name?"
It's not me...Even if I have won supposed world titles...It's Muhammad Ali...Born Cassius Marcellus Clay...Rest assured I won't waste my time trying to prolong your agony in the ring or making you suffer...No I come for those 10 pounds of gold...That's what I want...And when I have them, I'll walk back up the ramp, as you're getting to your feet in that ring, and I'll ask you then...
What's my name...
What's my name...
WHAT'S...MY...NAME...
(FADEOUT)