AGGRESSION 50: EPW Tag Titles - Anthology (c) vs. The Fallen
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BarryClarkJr
DADDY
Tact is out. Copycat is in. Anthology *****.
(Camera opens up inside Dangles Bar & Grill which Jared Wells owns. The bar is clearly closed as the camera sits across the double sided bar with Jared Wells sitting as if he was a customer only revealing his black cut off Anthology tee shirt along with shot glasses spaced out filled with Captain Morgan. Also on the bar is sitting both EPW Tag Titles and something else covered with a green towel. He takes a shot as the camera slowly zooms in)
JARED WELLS: Change is inevitable. Change is something a homeless man would ask for at 7-Eleven while you are walking to your car. Walking back to your car with a cold cup of coffee and two half ass cooked taquitos, windy as hell trying to stay warm. The homeless man keeps spurting out the BS on why he needs fifty cents. S(BLEEP)T, fifty cents? You ain't EATIN' TODAY MOTHER F(BLEEP)KER. The F(BLEEP)K are you going to buy with fifty cents? I tell the homeless man that change comes from within, like gas and the voices in my head. Besides, DADDY uses a debit card.
Change. Homeless. Omega. Stalker. Nerds. They happen.
My good friend Larry Tact, he tag out before we even lose the titles. But that wasn't his call. I'm convinced I'll be spooning with my belt forever since Dan Ryan nor Big Dog couldn't get it done. Larry Tact and myself beat The Forsaken in April, and here we are in January 2010 defending the titles against The Fallen? Homeless. Omega and Stalker, can I ask you a question? Since ANTHOLOGY took over are you tired of the reduced, insane condition of toting a small travel bag, aimlessly riding buses, selling no matches, nodding out in each others laps while the fans do the same for you guys during your matches? The entire year you both lived in my land without a permanent home or residence. I'd say Anthology, YOUR EITHER WITH US OR AGAINST US. More than likely your against because we do not allow garbage like you. You guys haven't amounted to S(BLEEP)T this past year, and what is going to change now? I heard you loud and clear at Aggression 49 challenge us for the tag titles and yet go so far as to say "don't be pussies." I'm so bored, I don't give a damn who wants a shot at the titles because we'll do what we've been doing all year long........WIN. The change? I hand the other half of the EPW Tag Titles to Copycat because he is the smartest player in the game. Everybody in ANTHOLOGY is a champion no matter what, as if you guys didn't notice. Larry Tact and I did wonders for the year. Wait until you see the smartest player in the game and DADDY embarrass you on the biggest night in EPW programming. Aggression 50. It'll be like watching the Spice channel but with the censor and you guys having no fun at all.
Omega wants to come out calling himself a monster? To me a monster is the one that hides under beds when you are at the age of four till almost about eight. Anything else after that age, your F(BLEEP)KING creepy. Omega your credentials are there, but your lacking the connection with DADDY. Sticking barb wire in your hand is about as equivalent to me as a girl sticking a hot dog up her ass in a Horn & Horn kitchen over a bet. You've got nothing on me.
(Jared then takes one more shot and slowly pulls off the green towel to reveal the B.A.D World Heavyweight Title)
JARED WELLS: You boys aren't the only ones who lived the life of a pill. The only difference is, I do it better than both of you put together. You want blood, barbwire, tears? You got it. Just like a female period, I enjoy it because she didn't get pregnant. Stalker, whisper over to Omega that death is not the end. Omega, whisper over to Stalker and say "OH MY GOD, DADDY! DADDY! THERE IS A REAL MONSTER UNDER MY BED."
(Jared takes last shot, slams it down with a smirk)
JARED WELLS: Oh damn! Did I forget to tell everyone that DADDY was pulling double duty at Aggression 50? I will walk down that aisle with the EPW World Champion, and I will do my thing. We all will witness yet another overhyped moment in wrestling. Troy Windham. The people call you a legend, but I look at you just like the rest of HOPE. An egotistical F(BLEEP)K looking for one more shot. Ask 'Nark. Windham, I've waited for this moment for years. I've got your attention now don't I? Then again, give Dan Ryan or Big LAZY Dog a call. They might as well join HOPE.
LET'S HEAR IT FOR HOPE! When all is lost you can only have HOPE to get by.
THE FIRST, ANARKY, LAYNE WINTERS, SHAWN HART, TROY WINDHAM. What a joke.
(FADEOUT)
(Camera opens up inside Dangles Bar & Grill which Jared Wells owns. The bar is clearly closed as the camera sits across the double sided bar with Jared Wells sitting as if he was a customer only revealing his black cut off Anthology tee shirt along with shot glasses spaced out filled with Captain Morgan. Also on the bar is sitting both EPW Tag Titles and something else covered with a green towel. He takes a shot as the camera slowly zooms in)
JARED WELLS: Change is inevitable. Change is something a homeless man would ask for at 7-Eleven while you are walking to your car. Walking back to your car with a cold cup of coffee and two half ass cooked taquitos, windy as hell trying to stay warm. The homeless man keeps spurting out the BS on why he needs fifty cents. S(BLEEP)T, fifty cents? You ain't EATIN' TODAY MOTHER F(BLEEP)KER. The F(BLEEP)K are you going to buy with fifty cents? I tell the homeless man that change comes from within, like gas and the voices in my head. Besides, DADDY uses a debit card.
Change. Homeless. Omega. Stalker. Nerds. They happen.
My good friend Larry Tact, he tag out before we even lose the titles. But that wasn't his call. I'm convinced I'll be spooning with my belt forever since Dan Ryan nor Big Dog couldn't get it done. Larry Tact and myself beat The Forsaken in April, and here we are in January 2010 defending the titles against The Fallen? Homeless. Omega and Stalker, can I ask you a question? Since ANTHOLOGY took over are you tired of the reduced, insane condition of toting a small travel bag, aimlessly riding buses, selling no matches, nodding out in each others laps while the fans do the same for you guys during your matches? The entire year you both lived in my land without a permanent home or residence. I'd say Anthology, YOUR EITHER WITH US OR AGAINST US. More than likely your against because we do not allow garbage like you. You guys haven't amounted to S(BLEEP)T this past year, and what is going to change now? I heard you loud and clear at Aggression 49 challenge us for the tag titles and yet go so far as to say "don't be pussies." I'm so bored, I don't give a damn who wants a shot at the titles because we'll do what we've been doing all year long........WIN. The change? I hand the other half of the EPW Tag Titles to Copycat because he is the smartest player in the game. Everybody in ANTHOLOGY is a champion no matter what, as if you guys didn't notice. Larry Tact and I did wonders for the year. Wait until you see the smartest player in the game and DADDY embarrass you on the biggest night in EPW programming. Aggression 50. It'll be like watching the Spice channel but with the censor and you guys having no fun at all.
Omega wants to come out calling himself a monster? To me a monster is the one that hides under beds when you are at the age of four till almost about eight. Anything else after that age, your F(BLEEP)KING creepy. Omega your credentials are there, but your lacking the connection with DADDY. Sticking barb wire in your hand is about as equivalent to me as a girl sticking a hot dog up her ass in a Horn & Horn kitchen over a bet. You've got nothing on me.
(Jared then takes one more shot and slowly pulls off the green towel to reveal the B.A.D World Heavyweight Title)
JARED WELLS: You boys aren't the only ones who lived the life of a pill. The only difference is, I do it better than both of you put together. You want blood, barbwire, tears? You got it. Just like a female period, I enjoy it because she didn't get pregnant. Stalker, whisper over to Omega that death is not the end. Omega, whisper over to Stalker and say "OH MY GOD, DADDY! DADDY! THERE IS A REAL MONSTER UNDER MY BED."
(Jared takes last shot, slams it down with a smirk)
JARED WELLS: Oh damn! Did I forget to tell everyone that DADDY was pulling double duty at Aggression 50? I will walk down that aisle with the EPW World Champion, and I will do my thing. We all will witness yet another overhyped moment in wrestling. Troy Windham. The people call you a legend, but I look at you just like the rest of HOPE. An egotistical F(BLEEP)K looking for one more shot. Ask 'Nark. Windham, I've waited for this moment for years. I've got your attention now don't I? Then again, give Dan Ryan or Big LAZY Dog a call. They might as well join HOPE.
LET'S HEAR IT FOR HOPE! When all is lost you can only have HOPE to get by.
THE FIRST, ANARKY, LAYNE WINTERS, SHAWN HART, TROY WINDHAM. What a joke.
(FADEOUT)
Starstruck
Moderator
The Fallen reborn
<link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype> [The camera pans in to see Omega sitting on the steps of the only place that is a familiar setting to him. The only place that he could call home. That place was The Asylum Number Three in <st1:state><st1>Missouri</st1> </st1:state>where Omega spent most of life. Omega held Barb closely as he rocked back and forth never once looking up at the camera that continued to come closer to him. He suddenly put his hand up to stop the camera’s movement toward him.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: At Aggression forty-nine the Fallen was reborn. Stalker and I reached out to Mr. Black and he accepted our offer to join our cause. Mr. Black will be a fine addition to our little family. Stalker has showed us the light at the end of the tunnel. He has showed us what we need to do to obtain our objective in Empire Pro. It had to take the most sadistic man in Empire to even grasp at putting together a group of men like this. This was his mission from the beginning. He needed men like us to carry out his intentions for Empire Pro. You can bet one thing and that is the Fallen will have big things in store for the entire Empire Pro.<o></o>
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[Omega stops shaking and pauses.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: This leads us right to the challenge from Aggression forty-nine that was accepted by our great Tag Team Champions from Anthology, Mr. Jared Wells and Mr. Larry Tact.<o></o>
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[Omega quickly raised Barb to his ear and shook his head.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I am sorry I have misspoken. Larry Tact is no more and now Copycat is taking his place. Nevertheless Anthology versus the Fallen for the EPW Tag Team Titles at the big Aggression fifty spectacular. Now I am not one for sentimental things like historic shows and such. I am just glad that I will be in the ring to deliver my unmitigated brand of violence to my next victim-- err opponents. Anthology has held onto those titles for a while and they have beaten some of the biggest and best in the business. Does that automatically give the edge over us? Yes it does because Stalker and I have not teamed together as long.<o></o>
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[Omega stood to his feet looking at the camera with Barb at his side.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Do I really care about all of that? No I don’t. Why you ask? Well it’s because Stalker and I have seen it all. There is nothing that Wells and Copycat will show that we haven’t seen. They will probably bring the fight right to us to show they are not afraid of two psychos. They will do everything they have to do in order to win and keep those titles in Anthology. That’s what they have done to retain those titles this long. The problem is that Stalker and I will go above and beyond what they will do. Anthology, the titles are just an added bonus of what we really want. What our main objective will be? How effective will Anthology be when two of their members are a battered and broken?<o></o>
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[Omega smiles.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I heard Jared Well’s promo earlier today. The man that claims that everyone in the EPW lives in his world. I see Sean Stevens has been rubbing off on you. Jared Wells the man that refers to himself as Daddy, you my friend should have really taken the time to understand what you signed up for at Aggression fifty. I understand that we come from different lifestyles. You ride around in expensive cars and private planes while I like to hang out on the corner or …<o></o>
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[Omega points behind him.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: …old abandoned Insane Asylums. You have tons of money, Anthology and an entourage while I just have myself, Barb, Stalker, and Erik. There are basically tons of differences between us but there are glaring similarities. You don’t like authority and neither do I. You claim that Stalker and I individually didn’t amount to anything and what did you do when came back to EPW by your lonesome. It took for you to create Anthology to make waves and get what you wanted. Now of course you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs first and that’s what you and Anthology did. Now it’s the Fallen turn to break a few eggs, it just so happens that it may come at your expense.<o></o>
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[Omega starts to walk down the stairs toward where the courtyard used to be. He stood in the middle of the broken rubble and dead trees and looked up into the stars as he held Barb to his side.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Wells, I don’t have to hope you will be ready for this match. I know you will be but my concern is Anthology’s threshold of pain? You may have been bored into defending your titles at Aggression fifty but will that boredom console your pain. Will your nonchalant attitude toward this match be there to nurse your wounds? Will your tone about the Fallen and this match change when you see your blood pouring down your face? Or maybe just maybe your reaction will change when you see the Fallen holding the EPW Tag Team Titles high in the air. Now do I want to call myself a monster?<o></o>
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[Omega shakes his head back and forth.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I don’t consider myself a monster that is what they labeled me as. That is not what Barb and I see myself as. We consider Omega as a ---
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[Omega drops Barb to the ground and holds his head with both hands. He yells out in pain as he falls to his knees.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!<o></o>
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OMEGA: I AM NOT A MONSTER!! YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME!! I WILL NOT LET YOU!!<o></o>
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[Omega continued to grab his head as he looked to be in pain on the ground.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: BAAAAAAARRRRRRRBBBBB!! <o></o>
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[Omega’s breathing became heavy as he let go of his head. He grabbed Barb and stood to his feet. He cracked a grin as his eyes looked lost as he stared into the camera.]
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OMEGA: Wells there is no monster here. I will not be hiding under your bed tonight trying to scare you into believing that monsters exist. Oh no sir, I’m real and I will be in that ring looking at you begging for me to put you out of your misery. If you want barbed wire I will give you barbed wire in the form of this lady right here.<o></o>
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[Omega points to Barb his steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: You want tears and blood I will also oblige. Once it’s all over and we are in that middle of the ring, Stalker or I will not have to whisper one thing to each other. Death will not be the end but you will be screaming for it once the torture has commenced. We will be seeing you at Aggression fifty.<o></o>
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[Omega turned his back to the camera and walked toward an open door in the back of the courtyard. The camera faded out.]<o></o>
<link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype> [The camera pans in to see Omega sitting on the steps of the only place that is a familiar setting to him. The only place that he could call home. That place was The Asylum Number Three in <st1:state><st1>Missouri</st1> </st1:state>where Omega spent most of life. Omega held Barb closely as he rocked back and forth never once looking up at the camera that continued to come closer to him. He suddenly put his hand up to stop the camera’s movement toward him.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: At Aggression forty-nine the Fallen was reborn. Stalker and I reached out to Mr. Black and he accepted our offer to join our cause. Mr. Black will be a fine addition to our little family. Stalker has showed us the light at the end of the tunnel. He has showed us what we need to do to obtain our objective in Empire Pro. It had to take the most sadistic man in Empire to even grasp at putting together a group of men like this. This was his mission from the beginning. He needed men like us to carry out his intentions for Empire Pro. You can bet one thing and that is the Fallen will have big things in store for the entire Empire Pro.<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega stops shaking and pauses.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: This leads us right to the challenge from Aggression forty-nine that was accepted by our great Tag Team Champions from Anthology, Mr. Jared Wells and Mr. Larry Tact.<o></o>
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[Omega quickly raised Barb to his ear and shook his head.]<o></o>
<o></o>
OMEGA: I am sorry I have misspoken. Larry Tact is no more and now Copycat is taking his place. Nevertheless Anthology versus the Fallen for the EPW Tag Team Titles at the big Aggression fifty spectacular. Now I am not one for sentimental things like historic shows and such. I am just glad that I will be in the ring to deliver my unmitigated brand of violence to my next victim-- err opponents. Anthology has held onto those titles for a while and they have beaten some of the biggest and best in the business. Does that automatically give the edge over us? Yes it does because Stalker and I have not teamed together as long.<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega stood to his feet looking at the camera with Barb at his side.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Do I really care about all of that? No I don’t. Why you ask? Well it’s because Stalker and I have seen it all. There is nothing that Wells and Copycat will show that we haven’t seen. They will probably bring the fight right to us to show they are not afraid of two psychos. They will do everything they have to do in order to win and keep those titles in Anthology. That’s what they have done to retain those titles this long. The problem is that Stalker and I will go above and beyond what they will do. Anthology, the titles are just an added bonus of what we really want. What our main objective will be? How effective will Anthology be when two of their members are a battered and broken?<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega smiles.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I heard Jared Well’s promo earlier today. The man that claims that everyone in the EPW lives in his world. I see Sean Stevens has been rubbing off on you. Jared Wells the man that refers to himself as Daddy, you my friend should have really taken the time to understand what you signed up for at Aggression fifty. I understand that we come from different lifestyles. You ride around in expensive cars and private planes while I like to hang out on the corner or …<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega points behind him.]<o></o>
<o></o>
OMEGA: …old abandoned Insane Asylums. You have tons of money, Anthology and an entourage while I just have myself, Barb, Stalker, and Erik. There are basically tons of differences between us but there are glaring similarities. You don’t like authority and neither do I. You claim that Stalker and I individually didn’t amount to anything and what did you do when came back to EPW by your lonesome. It took for you to create Anthology to make waves and get what you wanted. Now of course you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs first and that’s what you and Anthology did. Now it’s the Fallen turn to break a few eggs, it just so happens that it may come at your expense.<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega starts to walk down the stairs toward where the courtyard used to be. He stood in the middle of the broken rubble and dead trees and looked up into the stars as he held Barb to his side.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Wells, I don’t have to hope you will be ready for this match. I know you will be but my concern is Anthology’s threshold of pain? You may have been bored into defending your titles at Aggression fifty but will that boredom console your pain. Will your nonchalant attitude toward this match be there to nurse your wounds? Will your tone about the Fallen and this match change when you see your blood pouring down your face? Or maybe just maybe your reaction will change when you see the Fallen holding the EPW Tag Team Titles high in the air. Now do I want to call myself a monster?<o></o>
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[Omega shakes his head back and forth.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: I don’t consider myself a monster that is what they labeled me as. That is not what Barb and I see myself as. We consider Omega as a ---
<o></o>
[Omega drops Barb to the ground and holds his head with both hands. He yells out in pain as he falls to his knees.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!<o></o>
<o></o>
OMEGA: I AM NOT A MONSTER!! YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME!! I WILL NOT LET YOU!!<o></o>
<o></o>
[Omega continued to grab his head as he looked to be in pain on the ground.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: BAAAAAAARRRRRRRBBBBB!! <o></o>
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[Omega’s breathing became heavy as he let go of his head. He grabbed Barb and stood to his feet. He cracked a grin as his eyes looked lost as he stared into the camera.]
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OMEGA: Wells there is no monster here. I will not be hiding under your bed tonight trying to scare you into believing that monsters exist. Oh no sir, I’m real and I will be in that ring looking at you begging for me to put you out of your misery. If you want barbed wire I will give you barbed wire in the form of this lady right here.<o></o>
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[Omega points to Barb his steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: You want tears and blood I will also oblige. Once it’s all over and we are in that middle of the ring, Stalker or I will not have to whisper one thing to each other. Death will not be the end but you will be screaming for it once the torture has commenced. We will be seeing you at Aggression fifty.<o></o>
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[Omega turned his back to the camera and walked toward an open door in the back of the courtyard. The camera faded out.]<o></o>
Stalker
I stalk, because I care
- Joined
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Re: The Fallen reborn
(Camera fades in to Jason Reeves breathing heavily in front of the camera lenses, his eyes bloodshot, his face sweating, it looks as if he had just awoken from a nightmare or perhaps got into a very heated agruement.)
Stalker: F*CK YOU JARED WELLS!!!!!!
(The eruption coming from his mouth literally shakes the camera lenses and it's immediately covered with saliva that came flying from his mouth as he screamed.)
Stalker: F*CK you and f*ck what you represent. You have the nerve to try and make light of a homeless man, a grief filled man? You have the nerve to open your trap to me? I swear you kids never ever learn.
(Sweat drips down Jason's forehead as he stares intently into the camera.)
Stalker: It's the same story every day, every night of every ****ing week. The same **** come out of you and people like you. Simple and pure gutter trash. You have no idea what I will do to you and NO idea what it will be like to face off against two 'NERDS' who will destroy their own bodies to simply put you into.... the ground.
You think fans only started coming to EPW shows when you arrived? Or that these shows produced any better of a product since the inception of Anthology? You'd be foolish to think so, b*tch. I've main evented, i've destroyed careers and i've made lives miserable. There is a reason why no one steps out there to simply challenge me and put me out of my misery because THEY KNOW in opening their mouths against me they will do nothing but shorten their careers.
By the way.... heh.... calling Omega creepy is probably the smartest thing I have ever hear you say. Because he sure as hell is creepy and you should be scared standing on the opposite side of the ring looking at the two of us. There will be no holding back.
(Shadows moves behind Jason and laughter is heard in the background... not normal laughter but that of an insane man.)
Stalker: The Fallen are here, stronger then ever and growing more then you will ever know. You think Omega and Erik Black are my only soliders in this war? Think again. I have shown what is needed to be a top threat in this game today and I intend to pass that along to many more of those willing to listen. Who are they.... WHAT are they? You.... Anthology... HOPE... you will never know until it is too late. I can play many a tricks... and set up many many well laid plans. But this.... this.. war... has to be the best.
(More laughter in the background followed by a quick shatter of glass which draws Jason's attention if only for a second.)
Stalker: I think Omega said it best in that Death would be a gift to you two after stepping foot in that ring with us. But we will not hand such present over. You see... by accepting our challenge you have agreed to step into our world. Your time here will be remembered for a lifetime by the pain and suffering you are going to endure and those pains... and those sufferings... they will be a FINE moment.
(Fade to black.)
(Camera fades in to Jason Reeves breathing heavily in front of the camera lenses, his eyes bloodshot, his face sweating, it looks as if he had just awoken from a nightmare or perhaps got into a very heated agruement.)
Stalker: F*CK YOU JARED WELLS!!!!!!
(The eruption coming from his mouth literally shakes the camera lenses and it's immediately covered with saliva that came flying from his mouth as he screamed.)
Stalker: F*CK you and f*ck what you represent. You have the nerve to try and make light of a homeless man, a grief filled man? You have the nerve to open your trap to me? I swear you kids never ever learn.
(Sweat drips down Jason's forehead as he stares intently into the camera.)
Stalker: It's the same story every day, every night of every ****ing week. The same **** come out of you and people like you. Simple and pure gutter trash. You have no idea what I will do to you and NO idea what it will be like to face off against two 'NERDS' who will destroy their own bodies to simply put you into.... the ground.
You think fans only started coming to EPW shows when you arrived? Or that these shows produced any better of a product since the inception of Anthology? You'd be foolish to think so, b*tch. I've main evented, i've destroyed careers and i've made lives miserable. There is a reason why no one steps out there to simply challenge me and put me out of my misery because THEY KNOW in opening their mouths against me they will do nothing but shorten their careers.
By the way.... heh.... calling Omega creepy is probably the smartest thing I have ever hear you say. Because he sure as hell is creepy and you should be scared standing on the opposite side of the ring looking at the two of us. There will be no holding back.
(Shadows moves behind Jason and laughter is heard in the background... not normal laughter but that of an insane man.)
Stalker: The Fallen are here, stronger then ever and growing more then you will ever know. You think Omega and Erik Black are my only soliders in this war? Think again. I have shown what is needed to be a top threat in this game today and I intend to pass that along to many more of those willing to listen. Who are they.... WHAT are they? You.... Anthology... HOPE... you will never know until it is too late. I can play many a tricks... and set up many many well laid plans. But this.... this.. war... has to be the best.
(More laughter in the background followed by a quick shatter of glass which draws Jason's attention if only for a second.)
Stalker: I think Omega said it best in that Death would be a gift to you two after stepping foot in that ring with us. But we will not hand such present over. You see... by accepting our challenge you have agreed to step into our world. Your time here will be remembered for a lifetime by the pain and suffering you are going to endure and those pains... and those sufferings... they will be a FINE moment.
(Fade to black.)
GARTHIsTheLaw
League Member
Re: The Fallen reborn
<i>(Fade in on what appears to be a studio in an otherwise nondescript room – uncharacteristically, for Copycat anyway, without background music. A few speakers are visible in corners of the room, but they're overshadowed by a gigantic speaker situated right in the room's center. Standing behind the speaker with his arms resting on it is Copycat. Not that we can see it very well right now, but he's wearing jeans and a black Anthology T-shirt with his hair loose)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> For the record, this big sucker's usually set up in a less obstructive place.
<i>(Copycat looks up at the camera)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> After being forced to waste our time destroying the Fallen at Onslaught, Anthology has once again been tasked with wasting its time destroying the Fallen, this time at Aggression 50. A show that has been advertised time and time again by this company as “historic,” featuring the World Heavyweight Title being defended against a man with an amazing propensity for losing title matches. And just a match or two down that “historic” lineup, you've got a couple of wastes of airtime getting a shot they don't deserve against Anthology, the one thing that's keeping this decomposing husk of a league from stinking any worse than it already does. I'm so enthralled that my first title defense as one-half of the EPW Tag Team Champions is against a pair of guys fresh off proving they don't have what it takes to hang with Anthology. Would that it had been Stalker or Omega whom I destroyed with the LitterBomb at Onslaught, that I might drive that point home even further.
<i>(He rolls his eyes)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> But what else should we expect from the chowderheads who run this league? As if allowing Lindsay Troy free reign over EPW as though it were her personal playground weren't evidence enough that this company is dedicated to failure, as if the constant elevation of GASP to the detriment of everyone who actually wants this business to continue to exist weren't bad enough, the decision by the league's very owner to fire Larry Tact – a member of the only group of competitors wholly dedicated to the preservation of this sport, one-half of the EPW Tag Team Champions and no less than the finest technical wrestler in the world – is the final piece of evidence that proves it. I've been saying it since the first day I set foot in an EPW ring, but I'm hoping it's becoming all the more obvious to everyone who's been doubting me.
<i>(Copycat reaches for something behind the speaker, then picks up the object – a wine glass – and places it on the speaker)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> So now we've got Omega coming back out and threatening to inflict terrible bodily harm on myself and Jared Wells. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is no less than the third time he's promised to mutilate me without my having so much as a hangnail to show for it, let's see if we can't figure out the trajectory of the man's life. Certainly, we know where his motivations come from – that old “All I care about is hurting people, talking to myself and appearing to be as angry and brooding as possible for the purposes of image maintenance” saw. I know that attitude well – I spent most of the early 2000s crusading against it. At the time, I'd hoped my efforts – along with those of so many top stars of the time, including my Anthology colleagues Sean Edmunds and Jared Wells – would lead to the eradication of those types, but eventually I learned to be satisfied with keeping them on the fringe, never to be eliminated entirely.
<i>(Copycat pulls a remote control out of his pocket, points it upward and presses a button on it. The speakers begin pumping out “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I wouldn't say I hated the band – anyone who knew me back during the heyday of the Cat Pack knows I'm pretty open-minded about music – but I've never understood why anyone would want to spend his life sounding like a Disturbed song. For Heaven's sake, Anarky's been pulling that “I only exist to hurt you RAAAAAR” act for a decade and a half, and even that braindead goofball applies more thought to what he says than Omega's type does. Never mind sounding like a Disturbed song; why would anyone want to go through life sounding like a dumber version of Anarky? Geez, the very fact that such a thing even exists is enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It makes me wonder just how long a guy like Omega can keep on doing what he's doing.
<i>(Copycat reaches down again, then comes back up, this time holding a set of headphones)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> Because the fact is, unfathomable exceptions like Anarky don't come around very often. And even if that were an option for Omega, he'd still have to overcome the fact that when Anarky steps in the ring with the Cat, nine times out of 10 it's the Cat who comes out on top. But perhaps more to the point is the effect that attitude will have on Omega's career. He keeps on cranking up this crazy act...
<i>(Copycat dons the headphones)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> ... and the pressure's just going to keep building.
<i>(He clicks a button on the remote and holds it down, quickly turning up the volume to nigh-deafening levels, though thanks to his headphones – which we have to assume are of the noise-canceling variety – Copycat appears primarily unfazed)</i>
<b>Copycat (shouting really, really loudly):</b> AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE PRESSURE GETS TOO HIGH, RIGHT? IT CAN DESTROY YOU.
<i>(Copycat stares intently at the wine glass on the speaker as the camera zooms in on it. The glass begins to shake thanks to the pounding of the speaker, and then...)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> BOOM!
<i>(The camera zooms back out as Copycat clicks off the music, then pulls off his headphones)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I know what you think I was going for there. But even if I thought exploding a glass with loud, piercing music were easily accomplished – not to mention safe for me standing right here – it wouldn't really fit the point I'm going for. Because it's not the culmination of a career's worth of bad decisions that's going to destroy Omega.
<i>(In a flash, Copycat backhands the glass off the speaker, sending it flying to shatter against the wall)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I said before Onslaught that if EPW management refused to listen to reason, I'd have to find another way to get their attention. And at Onslaught, Anthology crushed the Fallen, and I delivered the killing blow to Erik Black. At Aggression 50, I intend to do the same – and I intend to do it over and over until Dan Ryan and whoever else might have the power to make the decisions around here takes notice. No, no, his stupid choices aren't going to destroy Omega.
<i>(Copycat glares into the camera)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I am.
<i>(Fade out)</i>
<i>(Fade in on what appears to be a studio in an otherwise nondescript room – uncharacteristically, for Copycat anyway, without background music. A few speakers are visible in corners of the room, but they're overshadowed by a gigantic speaker situated right in the room's center. Standing behind the speaker with his arms resting on it is Copycat. Not that we can see it very well right now, but he's wearing jeans and a black Anthology T-shirt with his hair loose)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> For the record, this big sucker's usually set up in a less obstructive place.
<i>(Copycat looks up at the camera)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> After being forced to waste our time destroying the Fallen at Onslaught, Anthology has once again been tasked with wasting its time destroying the Fallen, this time at Aggression 50. A show that has been advertised time and time again by this company as “historic,” featuring the World Heavyweight Title being defended against a man with an amazing propensity for losing title matches. And just a match or two down that “historic” lineup, you've got a couple of wastes of airtime getting a shot they don't deserve against Anthology, the one thing that's keeping this decomposing husk of a league from stinking any worse than it already does. I'm so enthralled that my first title defense as one-half of the EPW Tag Team Champions is against a pair of guys fresh off proving they don't have what it takes to hang with Anthology. Would that it had been Stalker or Omega whom I destroyed with the LitterBomb at Onslaught, that I might drive that point home even further.
<i>(He rolls his eyes)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> But what else should we expect from the chowderheads who run this league? As if allowing Lindsay Troy free reign over EPW as though it were her personal playground weren't evidence enough that this company is dedicated to failure, as if the constant elevation of GASP to the detriment of everyone who actually wants this business to continue to exist weren't bad enough, the decision by the league's very owner to fire Larry Tact – a member of the only group of competitors wholly dedicated to the preservation of this sport, one-half of the EPW Tag Team Champions and no less than the finest technical wrestler in the world – is the final piece of evidence that proves it. I've been saying it since the first day I set foot in an EPW ring, but I'm hoping it's becoming all the more obvious to everyone who's been doubting me.
<i>(Copycat reaches for something behind the speaker, then picks up the object – a wine glass – and places it on the speaker)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> So now we've got Omega coming back out and threatening to inflict terrible bodily harm on myself and Jared Wells. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is no less than the third time he's promised to mutilate me without my having so much as a hangnail to show for it, let's see if we can't figure out the trajectory of the man's life. Certainly, we know where his motivations come from – that old “All I care about is hurting people, talking to myself and appearing to be as angry and brooding as possible for the purposes of image maintenance” saw. I know that attitude well – I spent most of the early 2000s crusading against it. At the time, I'd hoped my efforts – along with those of so many top stars of the time, including my Anthology colleagues Sean Edmunds and Jared Wells – would lead to the eradication of those types, but eventually I learned to be satisfied with keeping them on the fringe, never to be eliminated entirely.
<i>(Copycat pulls a remote control out of his pocket, points it upward and presses a button on it. The speakers begin pumping out “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I wouldn't say I hated the band – anyone who knew me back during the heyday of the Cat Pack knows I'm pretty open-minded about music – but I've never understood why anyone would want to spend his life sounding like a Disturbed song. For Heaven's sake, Anarky's been pulling that “I only exist to hurt you RAAAAAR” act for a decade and a half, and even that braindead goofball applies more thought to what he says than Omega's type does. Never mind sounding like a Disturbed song; why would anyone want to go through life sounding like a dumber version of Anarky? Geez, the very fact that such a thing even exists is enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It makes me wonder just how long a guy like Omega can keep on doing what he's doing.
<i>(Copycat reaches down again, then comes back up, this time holding a set of headphones)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> Because the fact is, unfathomable exceptions like Anarky don't come around very often. And even if that were an option for Omega, he'd still have to overcome the fact that when Anarky steps in the ring with the Cat, nine times out of 10 it's the Cat who comes out on top. But perhaps more to the point is the effect that attitude will have on Omega's career. He keeps on cranking up this crazy act...
<i>(Copycat dons the headphones)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> ... and the pressure's just going to keep building.
<i>(He clicks a button on the remote and holds it down, quickly turning up the volume to nigh-deafening levels, though thanks to his headphones – which we have to assume are of the noise-canceling variety – Copycat appears primarily unfazed)</i>
<b>Copycat (shouting really, really loudly):</b> AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE PRESSURE GETS TOO HIGH, RIGHT? IT CAN DESTROY YOU.
<i>(Copycat stares intently at the wine glass on the speaker as the camera zooms in on it. The glass begins to shake thanks to the pounding of the speaker, and then...)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> BOOM!
<i>(The camera zooms back out as Copycat clicks off the music, then pulls off his headphones)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I know what you think I was going for there. But even if I thought exploding a glass with loud, piercing music were easily accomplished – not to mention safe for me standing right here – it wouldn't really fit the point I'm going for. Because it's not the culmination of a career's worth of bad decisions that's going to destroy Omega.
<i>(In a flash, Copycat backhands the glass off the speaker, sending it flying to shatter against the wall)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I said before Onslaught that if EPW management refused to listen to reason, I'd have to find another way to get their attention. And at Onslaught, Anthology crushed the Fallen, and I delivered the killing blow to Erik Black. At Aggression 50, I intend to do the same – and I intend to do it over and over until Dan Ryan and whoever else might have the power to make the decisions around here takes notice. No, no, his stupid choices aren't going to destroy Omega.
<i>(Copycat glares into the camera)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I am.
<i>(Fade out)</i>
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Posted for Barry, who's unable to present himself today.
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(Camera opens up to Dangles Bar & Grill once again. Bar just so happens to be closing in five minutes as Jared is sitting behind the bar pouring himself a drink. He is wearing sandals, jeans, black cutoff Anthology tee shirt. He pours himself a Captain and Pepsi, walks over to the end of the bar and sits down at the camera again focuses on the side of his face)
JARED WELLS: Nerds. They've spoken. Insane people? Someone who doesn't fit into society due to a mind that doesn't work normally. The only difference between an insane person and a genius is that while a genius does something to amaze people, an insane person inconveniences them. A guy who digs through peoples trash and eats it is insane. That would be Omega. A guy who digs through peoples trash, glues it together and labels it art is a genius. That's DADDY. You throw Omega and Stalker together, call them The Fallen and they equal TRASH. Put those two up against the EPW World Tag Team Champions. Put them up against LEGENDS, against ANTHOLOGY, now you guys look like something. We happen to have that effect on society. Anthology makes everything look good all around.
Oh STALKER, MY, MY MY. Did I just hear Stalker come out and say "YOU KIDS NEVER LEARN?" Mother F(BLEEP)KER do you know who the F(BLEEP)K I am? Your words are somewhat quizzical but mostly comical. The fact that you show extreme stupidity, slurred speech, I believe you are a basehead. In fact, Team Fallen is nothing more than a couple of baseheads. I suggest you do your history on Jared Wells before speaking on this Earth period. I've done more in this business than both of you combined. I've uttered the line "WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD AND FIX DADDY A BATH" more times in one week than you've won titles your entire career. You don't get it, nor will you until we rid you.
ONSLAUGHT VII, you got beat just for fun. AGGRESSION 50, we bury you. Erik who? Did I hear Stalker say The Fallen were getting stronger? Stalker, keep talking the way you do, I'll slap the S(BLEEP)T out of you and make you my Shawn Hart. Last thing you want to do is become a watered down has been wearing female clothing joining HOPE. I'm sure The First could use another puppet to help his world title run.
The Forsaken...........sorry again. The Fallen, you'll just be another chapter to the DVD of ANTHOLOGY. After party? Daddy is heading out to the planned parenthood parties because you know those girls are F(BLEEP)KING. Last thing I want to do is go out to a bar and brag about beating The Fallen.
The idea of The Fallen actually becoming a contender is a miscarriage. You can't stop a miscarriage. You can't stop DADDY, nor pulling out.
(FADEOUT)
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(Camera opens up to Dangles Bar & Grill once again. Bar just so happens to be closing in five minutes as Jared is sitting behind the bar pouring himself a drink. He is wearing sandals, jeans, black cutoff Anthology tee shirt. He pours himself a Captain and Pepsi, walks over to the end of the bar and sits down at the camera again focuses on the side of his face)
JARED WELLS: Nerds. They've spoken. Insane people? Someone who doesn't fit into society due to a mind that doesn't work normally. The only difference between an insane person and a genius is that while a genius does something to amaze people, an insane person inconveniences them. A guy who digs through peoples trash and eats it is insane. That would be Omega. A guy who digs through peoples trash, glues it together and labels it art is a genius. That's DADDY. You throw Omega and Stalker together, call them The Fallen and they equal TRASH. Put those two up against the EPW World Tag Team Champions. Put them up against LEGENDS, against ANTHOLOGY, now you guys look like something. We happen to have that effect on society. Anthology makes everything look good all around.
Oh STALKER, MY, MY MY. Did I just hear Stalker come out and say "YOU KIDS NEVER LEARN?" Mother F(BLEEP)KER do you know who the F(BLEEP)K I am? Your words are somewhat quizzical but mostly comical. The fact that you show extreme stupidity, slurred speech, I believe you are a basehead. In fact, Team Fallen is nothing more than a couple of baseheads. I suggest you do your history on Jared Wells before speaking on this Earth period. I've done more in this business than both of you combined. I've uttered the line "WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD AND FIX DADDY A BATH" more times in one week than you've won titles your entire career. You don't get it, nor will you until we rid you.
ONSLAUGHT VII, you got beat just for fun. AGGRESSION 50, we bury you. Erik who? Did I hear Stalker say The Fallen were getting stronger? Stalker, keep talking the way you do, I'll slap the S(BLEEP)T out of you and make you my Shawn Hart. Last thing you want to do is become a watered down has been wearing female clothing joining HOPE. I'm sure The First could use another puppet to help his world title run.
The Forsaken...........sorry again. The Fallen, you'll just be another chapter to the DVD of ANTHOLOGY. After party? Daddy is heading out to the planned parenthood parties because you know those girls are F(BLEEP)KING. Last thing I want to do is go out to a bar and brag about beating The Fallen.
The idea of The Fallen actually becoming a contender is a miscarriage. You can't stop a miscarriage. You can't stop DADDY, nor pulling out.
(FADEOUT)
Stalker
I stalk, because I care
- Joined
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- Age
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(Camera fades in to Jason Reeves who is exiting the Empire Pro Corporate building. Cigerrate in hand a puff of smoke follows him as he walks down the sidewalk away from the building. Noticing the camera filming him he nods for them to come over.)
Stalker: Just got done with the "DVD" commentary for EPW's first ever Greatest Matches DVD set. Quite boring if you ask me... but who cares what I think, right? I'm just a f*cking nerd. Right?
(He stops and looks at the camera.)
Stalker: RIGHT?
(Walking again Jason tosses his smoke towards the road and runs his fingers through his hair as he looks down at the ground.)
Stalker: Jared Wells seems to think we are just nerds.. or trash... or artwork. Or whatever the hell dribbles out of his mouth after getting off his knees from in front of Trip. Yeah, Jared, I just went there. You seem to have this grand idea that everything you touch turns to gold, or is somehow better simply by your presence but you are sadly mistaken kid. Legends? You? You may share company with legends but you... you are nothing but a backseat driver. Nothing but a ***** who calls himself Daddy to give him that feeling of power. You can call me Jason.. Stalker... trash... whatever but I don't need to hear those names to give me the feeling of the power that I have over you and your partner right now. That power of fear, of not knowing what is going to happen come Aggression fifty. Not knowing what will happen even after Aggression fifty. To put it bluntly let's just say you and Copycat do walk out of the ring with your heads held high and gold around your waist. Let's say that happens. At what cost will it be?
You think this one lone match will be the end of our story? I'm sorry but it's not... this is no battle this is WAR. A war that will be waged on all fronts... A war filled with betrayals, uncertainy and many... many casualities. If you want to talk about history Jared, then let's chat about history. Do you know who I am? Do you even know what I am capable of? See when I speak to you as a kid, which you behave like, it's a way for me to easily reference you. Where as you seem to have no clue what you are getting yourself into with me. Or Omega for that matter or even Erik Black. If you would really like me to fix you a bath go ahead and ask me at Aggression fifty I will be more then happy to compensate you with a bath in your own blood.
Now onto Copycat, my friend Copycat.
(Jason faces the camera again with a grin across his face.)
Stalker: I'm glad to have you in the match against us at Aggression fifty. You seem like a well spoken person who... with the right push could eventually be more then Anthology has ever promised you. I heard what you said and I did listen well, you wished that with all the work you have done in the past that you would have eradicated the airwaves of people like myself and Omega. People whose sole purposes are to simply maim and destroy. I understand where you are coming from but I feel you are fighting the wrong fight. You don't seem to be the type of person who would go on and on about how much of a DADDY you are so i'll give you this one and only one chance to redeem yourself. At Aggression fifty choose the right side of this war. Choose it and choose it wisely because I am only giving YOU this chance. Make the people proud and allow me to show you what it truly means to want to destroy someone. Hell I would be more then happy to let you start with your friend Jared Wells.
(The grin fades as Jason continues down the sidewalk facing away from the camera again.)
Stalker: I assume that you guys might think i'm a bi polar pyschopath with the way my mood changes. Well you may be right. But see, Jared... I am the master of making people watch behind their backs. I plant the seeds that makes people wonder if they can really trust their friends, themselves or even the fact that someone will not be waiting in their locker room to flatten their face in. I am really glad we had a chance to talk more and I hope at Aggression fifty you will be more then ready to engage us in the war that you have started. Just remember... in my world there are no rules. Have sweet dreams, kids.
(Camera stops following as Jason continues walking down the sidewalk. Fade.)
Stalker: Just got done with the "DVD" commentary for EPW's first ever Greatest Matches DVD set. Quite boring if you ask me... but who cares what I think, right? I'm just a f*cking nerd. Right?
(He stops and looks at the camera.)
Stalker: RIGHT?
(Walking again Jason tosses his smoke towards the road and runs his fingers through his hair as he looks down at the ground.)
Stalker: Jared Wells seems to think we are just nerds.. or trash... or artwork. Or whatever the hell dribbles out of his mouth after getting off his knees from in front of Trip. Yeah, Jared, I just went there. You seem to have this grand idea that everything you touch turns to gold, or is somehow better simply by your presence but you are sadly mistaken kid. Legends? You? You may share company with legends but you... you are nothing but a backseat driver. Nothing but a ***** who calls himself Daddy to give him that feeling of power. You can call me Jason.. Stalker... trash... whatever but I don't need to hear those names to give me the feeling of the power that I have over you and your partner right now. That power of fear, of not knowing what is going to happen come Aggression fifty. Not knowing what will happen even after Aggression fifty. To put it bluntly let's just say you and Copycat do walk out of the ring with your heads held high and gold around your waist. Let's say that happens. At what cost will it be?
You think this one lone match will be the end of our story? I'm sorry but it's not... this is no battle this is WAR. A war that will be waged on all fronts... A war filled with betrayals, uncertainy and many... many casualities. If you want to talk about history Jared, then let's chat about history. Do you know who I am? Do you even know what I am capable of? See when I speak to you as a kid, which you behave like, it's a way for me to easily reference you. Where as you seem to have no clue what you are getting yourself into with me. Or Omega for that matter or even Erik Black. If you would really like me to fix you a bath go ahead and ask me at Aggression fifty I will be more then happy to compensate you with a bath in your own blood.
Now onto Copycat, my friend Copycat.
(Jason faces the camera again with a grin across his face.)
Stalker: I'm glad to have you in the match against us at Aggression fifty. You seem like a well spoken person who... with the right push could eventually be more then Anthology has ever promised you. I heard what you said and I did listen well, you wished that with all the work you have done in the past that you would have eradicated the airwaves of people like myself and Omega. People whose sole purposes are to simply maim and destroy. I understand where you are coming from but I feel you are fighting the wrong fight. You don't seem to be the type of person who would go on and on about how much of a DADDY you are so i'll give you this one and only one chance to redeem yourself. At Aggression fifty choose the right side of this war. Choose it and choose it wisely because I am only giving YOU this chance. Make the people proud and allow me to show you what it truly means to want to destroy someone. Hell I would be more then happy to let you start with your friend Jared Wells.
(The grin fades as Jason continues down the sidewalk facing away from the camera again.)
Stalker: I assume that you guys might think i'm a bi polar pyschopath with the way my mood changes. Well you may be right. But see, Jared... I am the master of making people watch behind their backs. I plant the seeds that makes people wonder if they can really trust their friends, themselves or even the fact that someone will not be waiting in their locker room to flatten their face in. I am really glad we had a chance to talk more and I hope at Aggression fifty you will be more then ready to engage us in the war that you have started. Just remember... in my world there are no rules. Have sweet dreams, kids.
(Camera stops following as Jason continues walking down the sidewalk. Fade.)
GARTHIsTheLaw
League Member
<i>(Cueup: “Heaven's on Fire” by Kiss)</i>
<i>(Fade in on a spacious back yard in what we assume, judging by the size of the house in the background is Copycat's sizable estate. In a clear spot in the yard sit two lawn chairs. In one is Copycat, clad in jeans and a black Anthology T-shirt with his hair held back by a backwards baseball cap. In the other is what appears to be a large stuffed dummy dressed in nondescript clothing. Stuck to its face is a black-and-white paper cutout of a face, but the camera is too far away for us to tell who it is)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> A close-up on our friend here, if you would.
<i>(The camera zooms in on the dummy, and Stalker's face on the paper cutout clearly comes into focus)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I'll give Stalker some credit. Since I first added my name to the EPW roster at no small expense to its payroll staff, I've been put into match after match with clueless young punks and stubborn older egomaniacs. They've spewed all manner of vitriol and stupidity in my direction to the point where I feared I might start vomiting out my ears, but the two things that they've all had in common are a total unwillingness to help anyone but themselves and a striking lack of gratitude toward the people who got them to where they are today. I mean, let's face it; half of these jags talking about how they don't need no help from nobody and they got to EPW – the very top of the festering pile of bodily waste that is today's wrestling industry – on nothing but their own sweat would still be getting whacked in the melon with fluorescent light tubes in somebody's backyard if people like the Cat, like Jared Wells, like Sean Edmunds hadn't paved the way for them.
<i>(The camera zooms back out to its previous shot of Copycat sitting alongside the Stalker dummy)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> So it was refreshing to hear Stalker actually offer some gratitude, some acknowledgment that there is still a place in the dung heap this business has become for a guy who has the sheer audacity to admit he doesn't like watching the new generation destroy everything he worked for. After all, he could have just as easily thrown in his lot with the likes of Shawn Hart, Anarky and Troy Windham, longtimers who've abandoned their principles and sold themselves to the highest bidder in the hopes of gaining one last fleeting shot at glory before the industry completes its transformation into a black hole from which no entertainment can emerge. But instead, he offered me his assistance in helping me get the attention of EPW management, such as it is. Don't think I don't appreciate it.
<i>(He leans forward in his chair)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I mean, sure, his methods and my methods are different. But that doesn't really mean anything, right? As he so astutely pointed out, I don't exactly approach things the same way Jared Wells does – nor the same way Sean Edmunds does, nor the same way Sean Stevens does. We have our differences, and prior to our arrival in EPW, those differences were on full display for years as we fought each other across league after league after league. The first time I ever faced Jared Wells in the ring was in 1997, with Sean Edmunds as my tag team partner. And it wasn't long after that that Sean and I found ourselves on opposite sides. Stalker clearly wonders why I keep company with a man who does things the way Jared does things, but all he had to do was look into his own motivations for offering me the olive branch, as it were – Jared and I have the same goal. We're both here in EPW to save it from the likes of GASP, from jokers who'd gladly see it burn if it meant one more second of sweet, sweet relevance.
<i>(Copycat looks over at the Stalker dummy)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> And Stalker wants to help me. I said my intention is to do whatever I have to do to get EPW management to listen to reason, to stop destroying the business that I love, the business that I helped build. He clearly interpreted that as a desire to do unspeakable things, and I can see how one might gain some notice by doing unspeakable things, so his logic is relatively sound. Now, whether that's the direction I choose to go is not a decision I'm about to make right this second, but it's nice to hear Stalker say he's got something to offer.
<i>(He looks into the camera)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> The only question is, what can Stalker offer me?
<i>(Copycat gets up from his chair and walks over to the Stalker dummy. He quickly gives it the once over, checking its pockets but coming up empty-handed)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> That's really the issue here. He claims I could soar ever higher were I to cut loose the rest of Anthology, but what does Stalker have that Anthology lacks? At Onslaught, he and the rest of the Fallen were witness to just what Anthology is capable of. If he, Omega and Erik Black couldn't hold up against the juggernaut that is Anthology then, what hope does he have of taking me places Anthology couldn't already take me? For that matter, what hope do he and Omega have of besting Anthology to capture those coveted EPW Tag Team Titles? Even if I were to turn my back on Jared Wells, the Fallen would still have to bring him down, and suffice it to say Jared has found himself outnumbered by a lot of jealous husbands and humiliated tough guys in his day and still lived to tell the tale.
<i>(Copycat bends down and hefts the Stalker dummy onto his shoulder)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> But don't worry. I'm not going to rebuff Stalker entirely.
<i>(Copycat walks offscreen to the left with the Stalker dummy; the camera remains fixed ahead, looking at nothing. We can hear Copycat struggling with something offscreen, but only his voice is intelligible enough to understand)</i>
<b>Copycat (from offscreen):</b> See, the thing is, there is something Stalker can offer me. Granted, as an adviser, he would be sorely lacking. As a partner, he would be woefully inadequate. Even as a subordinate, he would be consistently disappointing. But fortunately for me, he and I need not be on the same side for him to provide me with what I need.
<i>(Following an audible “whoosh” noise, Copycat walks back onscreen. A persistent crackle in the background and a faint glow from the side of the screen he just left follow him)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> At Aggression 50, I will make an impact, just as I did at Onslaught. I will continue my campaign to turn the heads of those who would otherwise stumble blindly forward into the abyss. I will continue to work to make EPW management, the people with the power to make the decisions that need to be made, sit down and listen to the reason I offer. And Stalker, for all his good intentions, can help me make my point.
<i>(The camera pans over to the left to show the Stalker dummy affixed to a large wooden stake and lit ablaze)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> As a sacrifice.
<i>(The camera zooms in on what remains of the face of the Stalker dummy as the last of it burns away)</i>
<i>(Fade out)</i>
<i>(Fade in on a spacious back yard in what we assume, judging by the size of the house in the background is Copycat's sizable estate. In a clear spot in the yard sit two lawn chairs. In one is Copycat, clad in jeans and a black Anthology T-shirt with his hair held back by a backwards baseball cap. In the other is what appears to be a large stuffed dummy dressed in nondescript clothing. Stuck to its face is a black-and-white paper cutout of a face, but the camera is too far away for us to tell who it is)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> A close-up on our friend here, if you would.
<i>(The camera zooms in on the dummy, and Stalker's face on the paper cutout clearly comes into focus)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I'll give Stalker some credit. Since I first added my name to the EPW roster at no small expense to its payroll staff, I've been put into match after match with clueless young punks and stubborn older egomaniacs. They've spewed all manner of vitriol and stupidity in my direction to the point where I feared I might start vomiting out my ears, but the two things that they've all had in common are a total unwillingness to help anyone but themselves and a striking lack of gratitude toward the people who got them to where they are today. I mean, let's face it; half of these jags talking about how they don't need no help from nobody and they got to EPW – the very top of the festering pile of bodily waste that is today's wrestling industry – on nothing but their own sweat would still be getting whacked in the melon with fluorescent light tubes in somebody's backyard if people like the Cat, like Jared Wells, like Sean Edmunds hadn't paved the way for them.
<i>(The camera zooms back out to its previous shot of Copycat sitting alongside the Stalker dummy)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> So it was refreshing to hear Stalker actually offer some gratitude, some acknowledgment that there is still a place in the dung heap this business has become for a guy who has the sheer audacity to admit he doesn't like watching the new generation destroy everything he worked for. After all, he could have just as easily thrown in his lot with the likes of Shawn Hart, Anarky and Troy Windham, longtimers who've abandoned their principles and sold themselves to the highest bidder in the hopes of gaining one last fleeting shot at glory before the industry completes its transformation into a black hole from which no entertainment can emerge. But instead, he offered me his assistance in helping me get the attention of EPW management, such as it is. Don't think I don't appreciate it.
<i>(He leans forward in his chair)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> I mean, sure, his methods and my methods are different. But that doesn't really mean anything, right? As he so astutely pointed out, I don't exactly approach things the same way Jared Wells does – nor the same way Sean Edmunds does, nor the same way Sean Stevens does. We have our differences, and prior to our arrival in EPW, those differences were on full display for years as we fought each other across league after league after league. The first time I ever faced Jared Wells in the ring was in 1997, with Sean Edmunds as my tag team partner. And it wasn't long after that that Sean and I found ourselves on opposite sides. Stalker clearly wonders why I keep company with a man who does things the way Jared does things, but all he had to do was look into his own motivations for offering me the olive branch, as it were – Jared and I have the same goal. We're both here in EPW to save it from the likes of GASP, from jokers who'd gladly see it burn if it meant one more second of sweet, sweet relevance.
<i>(Copycat looks over at the Stalker dummy)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> And Stalker wants to help me. I said my intention is to do whatever I have to do to get EPW management to listen to reason, to stop destroying the business that I love, the business that I helped build. He clearly interpreted that as a desire to do unspeakable things, and I can see how one might gain some notice by doing unspeakable things, so his logic is relatively sound. Now, whether that's the direction I choose to go is not a decision I'm about to make right this second, but it's nice to hear Stalker say he's got something to offer.
<i>(He looks into the camera)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> The only question is, what can Stalker offer me?
<i>(Copycat gets up from his chair and walks over to the Stalker dummy. He quickly gives it the once over, checking its pockets but coming up empty-handed)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> That's really the issue here. He claims I could soar ever higher were I to cut loose the rest of Anthology, but what does Stalker have that Anthology lacks? At Onslaught, he and the rest of the Fallen were witness to just what Anthology is capable of. If he, Omega and Erik Black couldn't hold up against the juggernaut that is Anthology then, what hope does he have of taking me places Anthology couldn't already take me? For that matter, what hope do he and Omega have of besting Anthology to capture those coveted EPW Tag Team Titles? Even if I were to turn my back on Jared Wells, the Fallen would still have to bring him down, and suffice it to say Jared has found himself outnumbered by a lot of jealous husbands and humiliated tough guys in his day and still lived to tell the tale.
<i>(Copycat bends down and hefts the Stalker dummy onto his shoulder)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> But don't worry. I'm not going to rebuff Stalker entirely.
<i>(Copycat walks offscreen to the left with the Stalker dummy; the camera remains fixed ahead, looking at nothing. We can hear Copycat struggling with something offscreen, but only his voice is intelligible enough to understand)</i>
<b>Copycat (from offscreen):</b> See, the thing is, there is something Stalker can offer me. Granted, as an adviser, he would be sorely lacking. As a partner, he would be woefully inadequate. Even as a subordinate, he would be consistently disappointing. But fortunately for me, he and I need not be on the same side for him to provide me with what I need.
<i>(Following an audible “whoosh” noise, Copycat walks back onscreen. A persistent crackle in the background and a faint glow from the side of the screen he just left follow him)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> At Aggression 50, I will make an impact, just as I did at Onslaught. I will continue my campaign to turn the heads of those who would otherwise stumble blindly forward into the abyss. I will continue to work to make EPW management, the people with the power to make the decisions that need to be made, sit down and listen to the reason I offer. And Stalker, for all his good intentions, can help me make my point.
<i>(The camera pans over to the left to show the Stalker dummy affixed to a large wooden stake and lit ablaze)</i>
<b>Copycat:</b> As a sacrifice.
<i>(The camera zooms in on what remains of the face of the Stalker dummy as the last of it burns away)</i>
<i>(Fade out)</i>
Starstruck
Moderator
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OMEGA: So the Cat has come out to play. The man that claims that this match up at Aggression fifty between The Fallen and Anthology is a waste of his time. Just because Anthology won the six man at Onslaught doesn’t mean it’s a given that you have the match won at Aggression fifty. I have never made an excuse for a loss in my career but being in the ring with the Anthology was a learning experience for me and Black. We both have not been in the business as long as you three men and it showed but that doesn’t mean that Black and I are not students of the game.<o></o>
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[Omega looks at Barb and smiles.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: This little lady right here is the one that keeps me on my toes. She is the one that makes me study my opponents after each match. Barb is the one that inflicts the punishment on me when I don’t put forth the effort that I need to come out on top the next time around. This intensity is what Barb instills in me to get me to the next level. That means that I and Stalker get a shot at the EPW Tag Team titles. Now Cat you think that we don’t deserve this shot. Now if you look at the situation, we challenged the champions at forty-nine and they accepted. Of course the champions where Tact and Wells instead of CopyCat and Wells.<o></o>
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[Omega paused for a minute.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: That actually brings me to ask you something Cat. What makes you think you deserve to hold one half of the tag team titles? You didn’t go out to the ring and win the belts with Wells. You were actually handed one half of the titles because Mr. Tact was fired. The way I see it is that you have as much to prove in this match then we do. See Stalker and myself are going into this match to do what we do best to win not to be handed anything. <o></o>
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[Omega held Barb closer as he kept his head down from the camera. Black started to speak but everyone in the room knew he was speaking to someone else.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Cat you continue to beat home that you are here to save EPW from the likes of the newer wrestlers because they don’t have any respect for the people who paved the way for them. I don’t think the newer wrestlers in the EPW have shown you little respect. I think it’s the other way around. You and the rest of Anthology came out basically to put down the newer wrestlers without even knowing what some of us were truly about. But that’s beside the point because Omega is not here for our approval. If you want respect from me then you have to earn it. I am not going to give you respect for your name only. I appreciate what the legends in this business have done so a person like me can make a living at something that has kept me in a normal state in my life.<o></o>
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OMEGA: Cat you think that me wanting to inflict bodily harm on you and Wells is something that is unusual. The problem is that it’s all I know how to do. It’s the only thing I have ever seen or have done in my life. So when I am in a match and Barb or they think that I need to make my opponent feel pain because of the pain I have felt then that’s what I do. It’s funny how you keep comparing me to Anarky. I have never met the man and from what I have seen from him he’s nothing like me. He hasn’t seen the pain that I have seen. He doesn’t know what torture I have been through. None of you know what my life has been like. That’s why I was guided to Stalker by Barb. He was the only person here that has seen some of the things that I have seen in my life and could guide me through it.<o></o>
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[Omega stood to his feet with Barb in hand.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Cat I stand here waiting. I will be at Aggression fifty in the middle of the ring. If you want to destroy men make sure you bring your best because I’m not a walk in the park. Cat you need to make sure you partner Wells is actually ready for this match. I hope you both don’t take the Fallen lightly because as Stalker has said we will do anything in this match. Wells keep thinking that we are homeless men who happened to walk into EPW and grabbed contracts. Just remember a homeless person won’t put you through the hell that Stalker and I will put you through.<o></o>
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[Omega put his hand over the camera as it faded out.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: So the Cat has come out to play. The man that claims that this match up at Aggression fifty between The Fallen and Anthology is a waste of his time. Just because Anthology won the six man at Onslaught doesn’t mean it’s a given that you have the match won at Aggression fifty. I have never made an excuse for a loss in my career but being in the ring with the Anthology was a learning experience for me and Black. We both have not been in the business as long as you three men and it showed but that doesn’t mean that Black and I are not students of the game.<o></o>
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[Omega looks at Barb and smiles.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: This little lady right here is the one that keeps me on my toes. She is the one that makes me study my opponents after each match. Barb is the one that inflicts the punishment on me when I don’t put forth the effort that I need to come out on top the next time around. This intensity is what Barb instills in me to get me to the next level. That means that I and Stalker get a shot at the EPW Tag Team titles. Now Cat you think that we don’t deserve this shot. Now if you look at the situation, we challenged the champions at forty-nine and they accepted. Of course the champions where Tact and Wells instead of CopyCat and Wells.<o></o>
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[Omega paused for a minute.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: That actually brings me to ask you something Cat. What makes you think you deserve to hold one half of the tag team titles? You didn’t go out to the ring and win the belts with Wells. You were actually handed one half of the titles because Mr. Tact was fired. The way I see it is that you have as much to prove in this match then we do. See Stalker and myself are going into this match to do what we do best to win not to be handed anything. <o></o>
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[Omega held Barb closer as he kept his head down from the camera. Black started to speak but everyone in the room knew he was speaking to someone else.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Cat you continue to beat home that you are here to save EPW from the likes of the newer wrestlers because they don’t have any respect for the people who paved the way for them. I don’t think the newer wrestlers in the EPW have shown you little respect. I think it’s the other way around. You and the rest of Anthology came out basically to put down the newer wrestlers without even knowing what some of us were truly about. But that’s beside the point because Omega is not here for our approval. If you want respect from me then you have to earn it. I am not going to give you respect for your name only. I appreciate what the legends in this business have done so a person like me can make a living at something that has kept me in a normal state in my life.<o></o>
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OMEGA: Cat you think that me wanting to inflict bodily harm on you and Wells is something that is unusual. The problem is that it’s all I know how to do. It’s the only thing I have ever seen or have done in my life. So when I am in a match and Barb or they think that I need to make my opponent feel pain because of the pain I have felt then that’s what I do. It’s funny how you keep comparing me to Anarky. I have never met the man and from what I have seen from him he’s nothing like me. He hasn’t seen the pain that I have seen. He doesn’t know what torture I have been through. None of you know what my life has been like. That’s why I was guided to Stalker by Barb. He was the only person here that has seen some of the things that I have seen in my life and could guide me through it.<o></o>
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[Omega stood to his feet with Barb in hand.]<o></o>
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OMEGA: Cat I stand here waiting. I will be at Aggression fifty in the middle of the ring. If you want to destroy men make sure you bring your best because I’m not a walk in the park. Cat you need to make sure you partner Wells is actually ready for this match. I hope you both don’t take the Fallen lightly because as Stalker has said we will do anything in this match. Wells keep thinking that we are homeless men who happened to walk into EPW and grabbed contracts. Just remember a homeless person won’t put you through the hell that Stalker and I will put you through.<o></o>
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[Omega put his hand over the camera as it faded out.]<o></o>
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