AGGRESSION 44: TV Title Match - Fusenshoff (c) vs. Frankie Scott
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FrankieScott
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Scene opens: A starry night… waves from the nearby ocean crash against a rocky cliff. Above the cliff, a bar is open overlooking the ocean. Patrons are mingling, dancing and drinking the night away. An outside table on the deck is occupied by one person. A camera crew tries in vain to get a lighted shot but to no avail.
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“Two thousand and six… That was the year of my last title shot of any kind with this company. The funny part is that it too was a Television title shot. Mike Evers was the champion at the time. I beat his ass from pillar to post and the referee gave the match to Evers. “
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(A candle on the table is lit by one of the camera crew. It lights the area enough to show the person at the table is Frankie Scott)
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“I guess there were sour grapes for a time. But, now that I look back at it I see that I wasn’t ready to defend the title for EPW. If I had won it that night, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have held it long. My mind wasn’t in the ring. Where was my mind you might ask?”
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“I’m not sure if I could answer that with a clear cut response. I was jonesing for a match with Dan Ryan to conquer things from my past. I never got it. Instead, I went through the next few years fighting a Sergeant, then there was a woman I fought who thought she was a man but was really a woman who had a slave who I took away from her and that I’m still dating but the woman who thought she was a man demon was really a psycho bltch… nevermind that… getting past that I thought I had a “Phenomenal” partner who was there for me but really was too busy stealing a Heisman trophy and making an Anthology for himself…”
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“Let’s not forget a Muffin Man and a Benjamin to add to that list among others. Add to that, trying to find another home... losing family members and then trying to find myself all over again. I tried to find myself in TEAM… that didn’t work. I was given a shot in A1E… I thought I was ready to carry the ball there but you guessed it… I fumbled it. To this day I still thank them for the opportunity.”
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“So, nearing the end of 2008, Ol’ Frankie finally finds that spot that he’s been looking for. But, his bright idea is to come back repackaged!!... Not such a bright idea. No one roots for an American Idol, do they? So, I forget the wrapping paper and return in the regular package. I roll right in and I face another psycho with a chair that he is deeply in love with. Seriously... Where do these freaks come from?? Between that latest monumental drama… I have a guy that jumps on his high horse named Damian Stone and figures the best way to move up the EPW ladder is to beat my ass… That obviously did not happen”
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“Where am I going with this?? Well. I’ll tell you. “Da’ Bomb” Mike Evers, “Ego Buster” Dan Ryan, The Sergeant, Nikita Dahaka, “The Phenom” Shawn Hart, Kin Hiroshi, Adam Benjamin and Damian Stone… Where are they now? Except for Hart, there is not much of a sign from any of them now. As we speak, Omega has gone into hiding with ‘Barb’. Probably to renew their vows.”
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“What I am getting at is that three years gone… and I am the one still standing. I may not have been visible for one hundred percent of the time. But, I have been here. I may have gotten two title shots in a three year span but I haven’t complained. I was just happy to still have a job with EPW. I learned a lot from each of those moments I had with each of my competitors. Now my time has come.”
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“Fusenshoff, That brings me to you. You are the Television Champion. You are the one that I must beat to finally feel EPW gold around my waist. You have been a great competitor in EPW for a long time. At the moment that I made my descent, you made your climb toward the top. I respect you for that. But, you put your decisions about your career on the line and lost. You let someone like Stalker tell you what to do. That part is pathetic.”
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“I’m not going to go back into the past any longer. I’m moving forward. And for me to move forward like I need to be is to beat you like the Stalker lovin’ bltch you are! I can’t pat you on the head and tell you how sorry I am that you are in the position you are in. You got yourself in that position and you have to figure how to pull your pants up and get yourself out. If it helps to get the belt off of you so that you can maneuver those panties a little easier then I can help you with that much.”
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“I don’t discredit your ability at all. I know that this match won’t be easy. In fact, it will probably be one of the toughest matches that I have ever been in, in my lifetime. You are in EPW for a reason… because at some point you were one of the best that the organization had to offer... Well, so am I. “
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“Let me set you and Stalker, your precious owner straight. At this point in my life, there is nothing I want more than to become a champion for Empire Pro Wrestling. So, don’t bet against me."
"It will be your worst decision yet if you do.”
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(Frankie leans over the candle on the table and blows it out.)
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></o>“I’m not sure if I could answer that with a clear cut response. I was jonesing for a match with Dan Ryan to conquer things from my past. I never got it. Instead, I went through the next few years fighting a Sergeant, then there was a woman I fought who thought she was a man but was really a woman who had a slave who I took away from her and that I’m still dating but the woman who thought she was a man demon was really a psycho bltch… nevermind that… getting past that I thought I had a “Phenomenal” partner who was there for me but really was too busy stealing a Heisman trophy and making an Anthology for himself…”
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></o>“Let’s not forget a Muffin Man and a Benjamin to add to that list among others. Add to that, trying to find another home... losing family members and then trying to find myself all over again. I tried to find myself in TEAM… that didn’t work. I was given a shot in A1E… I thought I was ready to carry the ball there but you guessed it… I fumbled it. To this day I still thank them for the opportunity.”
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></o>“What I am getting at is that three years gone… and I am the one still standing. I may not have been visible for one hundred percent of the time. But, I have been here. I may have gotten two title shots in a three year span but I haven’t complained. I was just happy to still have a job with EPW. I learned a lot from each of those moments I had with each of my competitors. Now my time has come.”
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></o>“I’m not going to go back into the past any longer. I’m moving forward. And for me to move forward like I need to be is to beat you like the Stalker lovin’ bltch you are! I can’t pat you on the head and tell you how sorry I am that you are in the position you are in. You got yourself in that position and you have to figure how to pull your pants up and get yourself out. If it helps to get the belt off of you so that you can maneuver those panties a little easier then I can help you with that much.”
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></o>“I don’t discredit your ability at all. I know that this match won’t be easy. In fact, it will probably be one of the toughest matches that I have ever been in, in my lifetime. You are in EPW for a reason… because at some point you were one of the best that the organization had to offer... Well, so am I. “
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"It will be your worst decision yet if you do.”
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Fusenshoff
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Fade in to Fusenshoff about an hour and a half after the Red Wings played the Penguins in the Stanley Cup Finals. He’s at the infamous Hockeytown Café, sipping on a beer and watching highlights from the game. The place is mostly cleared out now, whereas a few hours ago you couldn’t move. Losses have that affect on partying. It took twenty minutes to get downstairs and take a piss just two hours ago. He’s still wearing his leather jacket, but amazingly he’s wearing a Steve Yzerman jersey underneath. That’s all that can be seen behind the bar. The EPW Television Title is likely in his hotel room. He doesn’t parade it around.
Fusenshoff: “It’s been a busy week. I’m so jacked up about hockey right now I even went out and bought a Wings jersey. The Captain, Steve Yzerman, was all class when he played and I just couldn’t resist. Frankie, you could learn a lot from him. He worked his ass off and never took night’s off. He learned to evolve his game when Scotty Bowman became coach and learned from his past mistakes. On the other hand, he’s not the type of guy to look for handouts, but we can’t all be successful…
Fusenshoff pauses for a moment and sip his beer. Then again a sip for him doesn’t really constitute a sip for the rest of us.
Fusenshoff: “… exciting hockey players. Almost forgot that part. Heh.
“But maybe I misunderstood. Maybe you’re not whining about getting the cold-shoulder in the title shot department despite all the mediocrity.
“That was a cute little nostalgic tale you graced us with to open the tete-a-tete we’ll have this week. I especially enjoyed your mention of a certain one night stand whose birth name we’re apparently avoiding. All I’ll say is that our World Champion sure sets a fine example for the EPW youth, eh?
“I couldn’t help but chuckle watching you choke through ‘then there was a woman I fought who thought she was a man but was really a woman who had a slave who I took away from her and that I’m still dating but the woman who thought she was a man demon was really a psycho bltch.’
“I think she may have rubbed off on you a little bit. Try and say that five times fast.
“Thanks for the American Idol reminder. I almost forgot about that brilliant career move. I heard the ‘net smarks have a pool going to determine what lasts longer, Susan Boyle’s 15 minutes or your old nickname. It’ll probably come down to the wire. I think the X factor will be whether the old hag gets a wash before next week’s show. Cross your fingers.
Fuse can’t help but smirk as he takes another sip of his drink. He signals the bartender for another round before proceeding.
Fusenshoff: “So you’re jumping on the “career ender” bandwagon, huh? You’re going all-in on the premise that I’ll tuck tail after our match, huh? Maybe you should spend the next few days practicing breathing exercises. You’ll be holding your breath for quite a while.
“But you said it yourself didn’t you? Dan Ryan, The Sergeant, Kin Hiroshi, Shawn Hart… a handful of guys that you’ve locked horns with, having minimal success, and now it’s your big chance to get your hands on some gold again.
“Meanwhile all these men left you reaching for coattails that were just out of reach. They went on to have successful years piled one on top of another since ’06. You Frankie… well, you’ve had a few opportunities.
“Chances in A1E… floundered. A blip in TEAM… forgotten. A three count from gold in EPW… hey, you were young right? That’s a good excuse.
“Now’s your big moment. Don’t let having zero reason to believe it’ll be different this time cloud your personal pep talk. Then again maybe you have one, you’re just keeping it from all of us for sport. Go ahead, throw down the gauntlet. Let’s see if I can cope.
“And now Stalker has me putting this ridiculous title on the line against the early bird (hey, it’s better than American Idol). Stalker, who you seem to think has me on a string. The guy’s been a thorn in my side for almost a year now. I’ve continued to win while in his crosshairs. I still hold this silly title, which I’ve held for over a year, minus a blip when Ice Tre beat me clean for it. If you look at his agenda from a historical perspective, he’s done nothing to slow down the success of his foes. The guy didn’t even want his TV title shot. He’s interfered many times, keeping the belt around my waist. Hell, Daymon won the World Title when Stalker took the responsibility of making his life miserable.
“So if you think his impact on this match is your saving grace, good luck with that.
“Frankly Frankie, I like your mindset. You seem like you’re focused. I personally find it difficult to believe winning a gold trinket is enough to motivate you when that moment comes where every part of you wants to give up. Maybe you’re just that desperate.
“Or maybe history will repeat itself.”
Fade out as Fusenshoff stands up from his stool at the bar. He shakes his jacket a bit before turning toward the Red Wings paraphernalia stand you have to pass on your way down to the latrine at the Hockeytown Café.
Fusenshoff: “It’s been a busy week. I’m so jacked up about hockey right now I even went out and bought a Wings jersey. The Captain, Steve Yzerman, was all class when he played and I just couldn’t resist. Frankie, you could learn a lot from him. He worked his ass off and never took night’s off. He learned to evolve his game when Scotty Bowman became coach and learned from his past mistakes. On the other hand, he’s not the type of guy to look for handouts, but we can’t all be successful…
Fusenshoff pauses for a moment and sip his beer. Then again a sip for him doesn’t really constitute a sip for the rest of us.
Fusenshoff: “… exciting hockey players. Almost forgot that part. Heh.
“But maybe I misunderstood. Maybe you’re not whining about getting the cold-shoulder in the title shot department despite all the mediocrity.
“That was a cute little nostalgic tale you graced us with to open the tete-a-tete we’ll have this week. I especially enjoyed your mention of a certain one night stand whose birth name we’re apparently avoiding. All I’ll say is that our World Champion sure sets a fine example for the EPW youth, eh?
“I couldn’t help but chuckle watching you choke through ‘then there was a woman I fought who thought she was a man but was really a woman who had a slave who I took away from her and that I’m still dating but the woman who thought she was a man demon was really a psycho bltch.’
“I think she may have rubbed off on you a little bit. Try and say that five times fast.
“Thanks for the American Idol reminder. I almost forgot about that brilliant career move. I heard the ‘net smarks have a pool going to determine what lasts longer, Susan Boyle’s 15 minutes or your old nickname. It’ll probably come down to the wire. I think the X factor will be whether the old hag gets a wash before next week’s show. Cross your fingers.
Fuse can’t help but smirk as he takes another sip of his drink. He signals the bartender for another round before proceeding.
Fusenshoff: “So you’re jumping on the “career ender” bandwagon, huh? You’re going all-in on the premise that I’ll tuck tail after our match, huh? Maybe you should spend the next few days practicing breathing exercises. You’ll be holding your breath for quite a while.
“But you said it yourself didn’t you? Dan Ryan, The Sergeant, Kin Hiroshi, Shawn Hart… a handful of guys that you’ve locked horns with, having minimal success, and now it’s your big chance to get your hands on some gold again.
“Meanwhile all these men left you reaching for coattails that were just out of reach. They went on to have successful years piled one on top of another since ’06. You Frankie… well, you’ve had a few opportunities.
“Chances in A1E… floundered. A blip in TEAM… forgotten. A three count from gold in EPW… hey, you were young right? That’s a good excuse.
“Now’s your big moment. Don’t let having zero reason to believe it’ll be different this time cloud your personal pep talk. Then again maybe you have one, you’re just keeping it from all of us for sport. Go ahead, throw down the gauntlet. Let’s see if I can cope.
“And now Stalker has me putting this ridiculous title on the line against the early bird (hey, it’s better than American Idol). Stalker, who you seem to think has me on a string. The guy’s been a thorn in my side for almost a year now. I’ve continued to win while in his crosshairs. I still hold this silly title, which I’ve held for over a year, minus a blip when Ice Tre beat me clean for it. If you look at his agenda from a historical perspective, he’s done nothing to slow down the success of his foes. The guy didn’t even want his TV title shot. He’s interfered many times, keeping the belt around my waist. Hell, Daymon won the World Title when Stalker took the responsibility of making his life miserable.
“So if you think his impact on this match is your saving grace, good luck with that.
“Frankly Frankie, I like your mindset. You seem like you’re focused. I personally find it difficult to believe winning a gold trinket is enough to motivate you when that moment comes where every part of you wants to give up. Maybe you’re just that desperate.
“Or maybe history will repeat itself.”
Fade out as Fusenshoff stands up from his stool at the bar. He shakes his jacket a bit before turning toward the Red Wings paraphernalia stand you have to pass on your way down to the latrine at the Hockeytown Café.
FrankieScott
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***Sitting at the same table at the same bar… This time it’s in the afternoon. Frankie Scott is visible by cameras that come closer to him. Frankie gets up and stands near the brick ledge that looks out to the ocean. After a few moments, he steps back and looks toward the camera. ***
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“How is it that a man can struggle to climb a ladder to success and after each day is over feel that he has not made even an inch of difference in his life whether it has been professional or social? But, then after the day to day struggle continues on and those days quickly roll into each other and it all becomes a blur that the man decides that the fog that has become his life needs to cease. Then realizing that what he thought would be the hardest moment to conquer just might become easier than he thought.”
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(Frankie walks closer to the camera.)
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“Fusenshoff… You have a fragmented commitment to that belt you hold. Now that Stalker owns you and everything that you hold dear… That title you hold is just a prize. It has no meaning to you anymore. You are fighting him more than anything else and it has become obvious that the EPW Television Title should no longer stay in your possession.”
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“Winning that championship will refuel the passion I have for this business. The dedication and respect I want to give back in return. Bringing prestige to a title that you have held onto for so long that you really don’t know what it means to hold it anymore”
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“I know exactly what it means to be the Television Champion. I automatically regain a feeling that I used to have when I first started in this business. It also brings back a trust that the fans used to have in me. I will graciously defend that title with honor and commitment that it deserves.”
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“I know at one time that you had that same fire that I am happily finding now. You aren’t that same person anymore. When you can’t see it, everyone else can. Not only can’t the fans, but the EPW as a company can’t depend on you anymore.”
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“I must be the one to defeat you for the EPW Television Title and wake the both of us from the nightmares we have been having. You can move forward and work past the issues you have with Stalker. As for me, I will move forward into the spot I have been working toward for a very long time now.”
"Keep worrying about what the Red Wings do. Buy their jersey. Because the next champions jersey you will be buying is mine!"
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***Frankie walks away from the camera, down the steps from the bar and toward the ocean as the scene fades out.***
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"Keep worrying about what the Red Wings do. Buy their jersey. Because the next champions jersey you will be buying is mine!"
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Fusenshoff
League Member
Fusenshoff: “Someone hasn’t been doing his homework. What a shame. I have no doubt you would’ve been a good Television Champion.”
Fade in to Fusenshoff as the previous words heard were shrouded by a black screen. He’s is sitting on a stool with the EPW Television Title over his right shoulder. The jersey is likely sitting on the floor of a hotel room near Comerica Park and Ford Field. A hotel close to Hockeytown Café, so Fusenshoff could walk there without resorting to paying for a cab. Yzerman’s replica was a rare indulgence compared to his otherwise frugal manner. Material possessions concern Fusenshoff as much as glory, reputation and pride. That’s why the son or husband of a maid working at said hotel is now the owner of a winged-wheel sweater.
Fusenshoff: “But you made a total ass of yourself in that last promo, didn’t you Frankie? It took about two and a half minutes to prove just how unprepared you are. That whole spiel was based on the premise that at one point I actually cared about holding the Television Title. If you’d seen any one of, oh I don’t know, about 75% of my promos, you’d realize how utterly ridiculous your assumption is.
“My stance on winning gold is so old-hat the salt stains have salt stains. The belt doesn’t matter to me and it never has. I was given an opportunity to fight three men at a time at Black Dawn over a year ago. The fact that the Television Title happened to be on the line meant absolutely nothing to me.
“Ask Cameron Cruise how much it matters to me. He argued I should refuse to participate in the match because of my stance on glorified fashion accessories. Needless to say, I left him on a skewer as he backtracked like an NFL cornerback. Not that I fault him for that. Sometimes you dig a grave so deep you have no choice but to hop in the coffin.
“So my commitment to the Television Title has feigned over the last few months, according to you. It went from zero… to… what? Negative twelve? Do I spend time over the course of my day hitting the belt with a mallet? Do I throw it at old ladies for no reason as they cross the street? Do I let Neely take it home on the weekends so he can use the reflection of the belt to wax his asshole?
“Frankie, the fact that the Television Title is on the line means absolutely jack sh*t to me. You might as well just bow your head in shame and try to form some semblance of a new argument because it’s your only option to avoid embarrassing yourself further. Nice work not just using that as your main argument, but as your only argument.
“There’s only one thing that matters once the bell rings, and it’s always been that way for me. Wrestling is my escape and the only thing I continue to roam this earth for. It is my challenge; my mental and physical defiance of a life that has left me as nothing but a battered shell of an eighteen year-old’s potential, tarnished by one night.
“If you’d done a little research instead of staring wide-eyed at the shiny trinket over my shoulder, you may not have made a fool of yourself.
“You won’t wake me from my nightmare Scott. It’s gonna take a lot more than a strap changing hands. Just your assumption that it would affect me in the slightest proves how little you know about me. Since you’re not too keen to study, perhaps this lecture is a starting point to gaining some perspective. When we meet you may notice there’s something in my face, in my body language, that you’ve never seen before. It’s a desperation most men will never experience first-hand. It’s also a focus and concentration that never wavers.
“I’m willing to put my life on the line every moment I breathe in that ring. It’s the only release from my burdens. If I die doing the only thing that gives my life any semblance of meaning, I’ll die the best I can. Until then, I’ll just fight until the bitter end. Either way I’ll be satisfied.
“So you want this title? Take it. You can win it cleanly. You can win it by cheating. You can steal it like that stupid chair. But if you really want to earn something, beat me at the only game I play. Don’t worry about proving your talent and skill to a bunch of people who don’t give a sh*t about you more than once a week, cheering while they stuff their faces with popcorn and soda. Beat me for you. Beat me and prove to yourself that you can do it. Just know that you were right the first time.
“It will be the toughest challenge you’ve ever faced if you’re worried about this strap instead of these fists.”
Fade out as Fusenshoff is last seen holding both his hands in front of him, tightly clenched. The look in his eyes says it all.
Fade in to Fusenshoff as the previous words heard were shrouded by a black screen. He’s is sitting on a stool with the EPW Television Title over his right shoulder. The jersey is likely sitting on the floor of a hotel room near Comerica Park and Ford Field. A hotel close to Hockeytown Café, so Fusenshoff could walk there without resorting to paying for a cab. Yzerman’s replica was a rare indulgence compared to his otherwise frugal manner. Material possessions concern Fusenshoff as much as glory, reputation and pride. That’s why the son or husband of a maid working at said hotel is now the owner of a winged-wheel sweater.
Fusenshoff: “But you made a total ass of yourself in that last promo, didn’t you Frankie? It took about two and a half minutes to prove just how unprepared you are. That whole spiel was based on the premise that at one point I actually cared about holding the Television Title. If you’d seen any one of, oh I don’t know, about 75% of my promos, you’d realize how utterly ridiculous your assumption is.
“My stance on winning gold is so old-hat the salt stains have salt stains. The belt doesn’t matter to me and it never has. I was given an opportunity to fight three men at a time at Black Dawn over a year ago. The fact that the Television Title happened to be on the line meant absolutely nothing to me.
“Ask Cameron Cruise how much it matters to me. He argued I should refuse to participate in the match because of my stance on glorified fashion accessories. Needless to say, I left him on a skewer as he backtracked like an NFL cornerback. Not that I fault him for that. Sometimes you dig a grave so deep you have no choice but to hop in the coffin.
“So my commitment to the Television Title has feigned over the last few months, according to you. It went from zero… to… what? Negative twelve? Do I spend time over the course of my day hitting the belt with a mallet? Do I throw it at old ladies for no reason as they cross the street? Do I let Neely take it home on the weekends so he can use the reflection of the belt to wax his asshole?
“Frankie, the fact that the Television Title is on the line means absolutely jack sh*t to me. You might as well just bow your head in shame and try to form some semblance of a new argument because it’s your only option to avoid embarrassing yourself further. Nice work not just using that as your main argument, but as your only argument.
“There’s only one thing that matters once the bell rings, and it’s always been that way for me. Wrestling is my escape and the only thing I continue to roam this earth for. It is my challenge; my mental and physical defiance of a life that has left me as nothing but a battered shell of an eighteen year-old’s potential, tarnished by one night.
“If you’d done a little research instead of staring wide-eyed at the shiny trinket over my shoulder, you may not have made a fool of yourself.
“You won’t wake me from my nightmare Scott. It’s gonna take a lot more than a strap changing hands. Just your assumption that it would affect me in the slightest proves how little you know about me. Since you’re not too keen to study, perhaps this lecture is a starting point to gaining some perspective. When we meet you may notice there’s something in my face, in my body language, that you’ve never seen before. It’s a desperation most men will never experience first-hand. It’s also a focus and concentration that never wavers.
“I’m willing to put my life on the line every moment I breathe in that ring. It’s the only release from my burdens. If I die doing the only thing that gives my life any semblance of meaning, I’ll die the best I can. Until then, I’ll just fight until the bitter end. Either way I’ll be satisfied.
“So you want this title? Take it. You can win it cleanly. You can win it by cheating. You can steal it like that stupid chair. But if you really want to earn something, beat me at the only game I play. Don’t worry about proving your talent and skill to a bunch of people who don’t give a sh*t about you more than once a week, cheering while they stuff their faces with popcorn and soda. Beat me for you. Beat me and prove to yourself that you can do it. Just know that you were right the first time.
“It will be the toughest challenge you’ve ever faced if you’re worried about this strap instead of these fists.”
Fade out as Fusenshoff is last seen holding both his hands in front of him, tightly clenched. The look in his eyes says it all.
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“Entertain me, please. How is it that I had made an ass out of myself? You say that winning the Television title or any other title to that matter has never made a difference to you… What a load of crap. I don’t need to go back into the EPW wrestling archives and find out what it meant to you.”<o></o>
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“Plain and simple, I don’t give a damn about what has happened in your past here other than that you holding the TV title. But, for you to tell me that it has no bearing in your life is the biggest lie that you could ever tell. That belt that is in your possession put more scratch in your pocket, that belt put you higher on that ladder within EPW and it let you order from the extra value meal side of the menu than the 99 cent side, you arrogant bastard!”<o></o>
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“Ask Cameron Cruise how much something matters to you? Seriously… (Raises eyebrows) Seriously… What does the Stalker have you smoking? I don’t give a sewer rat’s balls what Cameron Cruise has to say. I’m sure as hell not backtracking on anything. So, who do you want me to ask about the depression that’s about to set in when the Penguins win the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comffice:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1lace>Stanley</st1lace></st1:City> Cup... Your doctor? Who do you want me to ask about your drinking, the lashing out at people over what you think about gold belts or the how you are going to feel when Stalker isn’t telling you how or where to take a leak anymore… Your therapist?”
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“The only thing that you may have to correct me on is that where I thought you ever cared about the Television title. You haven’t cared about it from day one. Point taken. And THAT is why there is no more prestige toward that belt from anyone in EPW anymore. So, you might as well have been hitting it with a mallet or throwing it at an old lady.”<o></o>
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“You don’t even care that the title is on the line in any match you have anymore. Again… THAT is why you are on the quick path to destruction. You see, that belt means a lot to me… More than you could possibly know. It’s you that doesn’t get what this match means to me… to you… and to the EPW as a whole. Get a clue, buy a vowel or ask Stalker to give you a little brain activity!”<o></o>
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“Fusenshoff, Do you really think that I have a picture of the EPW Television Title under my pillow praying and asking the Good Lord to just hand it over to me because you are a mean bad man and that you shouldn’t have it?”<o></o>
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“Who said that I wasn’t too keen to study anything about you? I could study day in and day out and the fact is that I don’t care to know anything about you. Past, Present or Future… “<o></o>
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“I have walked to that wrestling ring over, over and over again. Sometimes with arrogance, then again with a 103 degree fever, a divorce, another time right after I lost my sister. You want unstableness… burdens… needing reasons for semblance of meaning? I have put my life on the line just as much as you. So, don’t throw me an invitation to your damn pitty party because I won’t be there.”<o></o>
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“You slander me by telling me and the viewing audience that I made an ass out of myself over the last promo about you and how I didn’t study you and how you act in the ring. But, then you end your own promo by telling me I can take the television title by stealing it like that stupid chair. Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? I took Barb because it totally affected Omega to the point that he wasn’t himself. I’m pretty sure that someone needs to go back and study how that feud ended… You hypocrite.”<o></o>
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“I will beat you not only for myself… I will do it for those people who I am a role model for… those people do give a crap and they do care for more than once a week. Do not worry about how I will fare in the ring against you. I will walk to that ring with one thing in mind and it won’t be about those over-hyped fists. Just like The Sergeant, Damian Stone, Nikita Dahaka and Omega… I will leave you in the middle of the ring with one obvious finality… You will be on your back in defeat. Then and there, I will bring prestige back to the Empire Pro Wrestling World Television Championship!”<o></o>
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> </o>“Plain and simple, I don’t give a damn about what has happened in your past here other than that you holding the TV title. But, for you to tell me that it has no bearing in your life is the biggest lie that you could ever tell. That belt that is in your possession put more scratch in your pocket, that belt put you higher on that ladder within EPW and it let you order from the extra value meal side of the menu than the 99 cent side, you arrogant bastard!”<o
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> </o>“Ask Cameron Cruise how much something matters to you? Seriously… (Raises eyebrows) Seriously… What does the Stalker have you smoking? I don’t give a sewer rat’s balls what Cameron Cruise has to say. I’m sure as hell not backtracking on anything. So, who do you want me to ask about the depression that’s about to set in when the Penguins win the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
ffice:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1lace>Stanley</st1lace></st1:City> Cup... Your doctor? Who do you want me to ask about your drinking, the lashing out at people over what you think about gold belts or the how you are going to feel when Stalker isn’t telling you how or where to take a leak anymore… Your therapist?”<o
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> </o>“You don’t even care that the title is on the line in any match you have anymore. Again… THAT is why you are on the quick path to destruction. You see, that belt means a lot to me… More than you could possibly know. It’s you that doesn’t get what this match means to me… to you… and to the EPW as a whole. Get a clue, buy a vowel or ask Stalker to give you a little brain activity!”<o
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> </o>“I have walked to that wrestling ring over, over and over again. Sometimes with arrogance, then again with a 103 degree fever, a divorce, another time right after I lost my sister. You want unstableness… burdens… needing reasons for semblance of meaning? I have put my life on the line just as much as you. So, don’t throw me an invitation to your damn pitty party because I won’t be there.”<o
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> </o>“You slander me by telling me and the viewing audience that I made an ass out of myself over the last promo about you and how I didn’t study you and how you act in the ring. But, then you end your own promo by telling me I can take the television title by stealing it like that stupid chair. Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? I took Barb because it totally affected Omega to the point that he wasn’t himself. I’m pretty sure that someone needs to go back and study how that feud ended… You hypocrite.”<o
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> </o>“I will beat you not only for myself… I will do it for those people who I am a role model for… those people do give a crap and they do care for more than once a week. Do not worry about how I will fare in the ring against you. I will walk to that ring with one thing in mind and it won’t be about those over-hyped fists. Just like The Sergeant, Damian Stone, Nikita Dahaka and Omega… I will leave you in the middle of the ring with one obvious finality… You will be on your back in defeat. Then and there, I will bring prestige back to the Empire Pro Wrestling World Television Championship!”<o
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> </o>***Frankie walks away from the set and out of camera shot***<o
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