AGGRESSION 50: EPW World Title Match - Sean Stevens (c) vs. The First

[DBrunkGXW]

Sean Stevens is accompanied by Jared Wells.

The First is accompanied by Troy Windham.

For the EPW World Title.

Post all RP here.

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: A figure in a black hoodie and black jeans walking down the Front street. After a few seconds we hear "The Farmer and the Dell" being whistled. More seconds pass before the figure turns towards the camera and pulls down his hood, revealing that he is The First. His face is painted white with a black X across his eyes and cheekbones. His hair spills over his face, streaks of blue and purple in the black. The First stares at the camera for a beat before talking.)

FIRST: You call me Brian...It's amusing really...At first I hated it...Was disgusted by it...It offended me that you wouldn't give me the same respect you give to a man like Anarky, or Omega...And I asked myself why, why the hatred, why the anger.

You see a man had his best friend killed by violence, his wife-to-be declared dead on the news after being shot....His name was Sean Stevens...And he couldn't deal with that pain, that suffering...

He became Triple X...

He bought nice suits, expensive sunglasses, he lived the lifestyle of a king, and Triple X believes he is a king...He lives that life...But every so often, when the lights go down...When Triple X is all alone...

Sean Stevens comes back...

The pain of that past, the torment of what he went through, the struggles he overcame to make it to this point, they overwhelm him...And Sean Stevens...He has to be hidden away...Because Triple X is ashamed of him...Triple X can't show weakness...

When the crowds cheer for Triple X...Sean Stevens wishes it was for him, wishes they loved him...And deep down he thinks that maybe they do, maybe he can open himself up to them, reveal who he truly is, talk about that pain in his life, be human...Finally be rid of Triple X...

But the fear is to great, and in the the battle between Sean Stevens and Triple X...Triple X wins...And Triple X joins Anthology, makes sure he stays hated, makes sure he stays the villian of the story, never exposes his humanity to anyone...Because Triple X knows hatred keeps him strong, and keeps Sean Stevens at bay...

And in all of this is a man who is exactly like hin in his dual nature, a young lad, who hasn't suffered any such tragic events in his life, a young man who spent 16 years of his life named Brian Nadalny...But one day Brian realized who he truly was...And understood that he is...

The First...

Brian and The First are one in the same, there is no duality here, there is no moment when the mask slips...Because I have nothing to hide from, nothing to change...I am comfortable in my own skin...The First is who I am...

But Triple X can not see that...Can not accept it...For he judges all hearts as he judges his own...And he knows that inside him are two men...So inside me must be two men as well...

So he snears at me, insults me, calls me Brian, thnking maybe this will unnerve me, shame me, rebuke me...But it doesn't change anything about me, this is who I am...

He thinks Brian comes back when the facepaint comes off...But he doesn't...He thinks when I'm laying in a hotel on the road somewhere that Brian is who falls asleep...But it's The First...

He thinks this is all a persona, a fraud, a sham, some idea cooked up by a silly teenager to get himself attention...He can not understand because he can not believe...And nothing I say or do will ever change that...There is nothing I can do to change Triple X's mind...

The make up, the hair, the clothes, all of this is what I want, it is my will, my desire...Sean Stevens can't say that, no, because Triple X is in charge of his professional life...Keeps Sean Stevens bottled up inside, keeps him from ever being exposed...

My taking of the EPW World Title from Triple X isn't just the crowning of a new champion and the birth of the era of HOPE in EPW...It is perhaps the one thing on this earth that could save Sean Stevens from Triple X...

This is an intervention...This is the salvation of Sean Stevens...I shall save him from the monster of his own mind...From the fear that's haunted him all these years, that's kept him from ever truly being free and himself in front of the world...

Triple X is a great foe...I've already lost to him...And I know he will fight me tooth and nail, I know he will give no quarter and not ask for any either....And for Triple X I shall hold only the deepest of respect for him as an opponent...

But for Sean Stevens the man...I have nothing in my heart but pity...For he is not truly there...He is exists only at the mercy of the demons that drove him into the arms of Triple X....Maybe one day his story will finally be told...

(FADEOUT)

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First sitting at an table in the food court of one of the many hotel/casinos on the Las Vegas strip. His face paint and outfit are the same as before. He holds up a JFK half dollar to the camera.)

FIRST: Two sides of a coin, two sides of a man, two sides of a story...Duality...It is in all of us and in just about everything we do. Success or failure, love or hate. For you Triple X...The coin is most fitting...

So much of your success has been from happenstance, from fate, and yet you react to all of this the exact opposite way one would expect...One would think that the blessings of fate would make you humble, make you treasure what has happened...But instead you are bitter, jaded, aloof, resentful of people.

You won that title for the 2nd time when you and JA fell from a cage and it just so happened your body hit the group a split second before his...That was it...There was no skill, no talent, no merit to your victory, two men falling off a broken cage, one of them had to win, and it was you...(The First flips the coin into the air, and catches it. It comes up heads.) It came up Triple X that night...

Then you fought me, and well, again the only question was, would Pat Jones be able to make the count...(The First flips the coin. It comes up heads again.) No...No he can not...You win again...

Then WrestleVerse III and what everyone thinks of as a truly crushing victory for you, that you mopped the floor with JA and Rocko Daymon, retiring one of them, sending the other into a tailspin in EPW....I on the other hand recall that match far differently...

I recall Rocko Daymon having you locked in the Tacoma Cloverleaf, I recall you screaming in agony and fighting to get to the ropes. I recall Rocko pulling you back into the middle of the ring, and you were FINISHED...The only question was if you were going to tap out or pass out...

But then JA gets back into the ring, and he has a choice, he can take advantage of a defenseless Rocko Daymon...Or he can let Rocko finish you off...He elects to blindside Rocko...He saves you, saves the title...And you go on to defeat him...I wonder how many times he's played that back in his mind...That maybe he'd have beaten Rocko if he'd just kept out of the way...

(The First flips the coin. It comes up heads again.)

You keep winning these Trip...It's impressive...Westscott...You earned that one...But the rest..You didn't control fate...Fate controlled you...

You even knew that...Hell going into the match with Westscott you said it yourself that you were likely due to lose a match...You spoke like a man who was coming to grips with his weakness, his own inevitable defeat...

And that's the duality of you...That half the time you speak from the heart, it's honest, a man coming to grips with what he is, who he is, what he's done...The other half of the time it's bluster and sneering, contempt and disgust...You are quite the puzzle...

I ask myself where does all the hate come from...You often talk about being a rags to riches story, but it's not told in a way to invite praise, or even explain who you are...It's just another barb you throw at the world "I made myself from nothing, and you all can't do that, you're not as good as me."

You see Trip...I've spent all this time trying to figure you out...And the end result is, you're scared...You know your history as I do, you know what I said about all your matches is true...You know that when you and I meet this time, the coin will be flipped again...And you live in terror of it coming out wrong...

YOu live in terror knowing it's come up right so many times before that you feel almost assured your luck will run out...This is a cruel business Trip...Three seconds is forever when you're holding a man down in a pin...But it's the shortest time in the world when you're trying to kick out...

And you've invested to much of yourself into that title, you don't even know how to live without being World Champion...That's why you head up Anthology, that's why we have seconds outside the ring for this match...

Cause you are so scared it's going to end this way...No, not in a final glorious battle with JA or Rocko, the men you traded that title with...You're not going to get Lindsay Troy to trade her business formal wear for the ring gear and have the King face The Queen to handle all your sexual and royality based desires...

No...Your run ends with me...The one man you've never had an ounce of respect for, never had a kind word to say about, I'm the nightmare ending of the dream that is your reign as World Champion...

Aggression 50...The biggest free TV card in Empire Pro Wrestling's history...And it's me that gets the shot at the gold...(Smiles) It's me, the one man you couldn't retire, couldn't break the will of...The one guy who took all you had to give him and said 'thank you sir, may I have another'...

And that's why you attacked me at the end of Aggression 48...Cause you know I'm the one that beats you...I'm the one that stands up to you...And now in this late hour it's revealed to me....That I'm the one...Who KNOWS you...

Triple X is what you became...Sean Stevens is what you were...Triple X is how you cope justify all the victories that were won without you playing a part in them. How you explain to yourself that you deserve this...Makes you believe your own press clippings...But he will not be there much longer...No his time...

Aggression 50...I dethrone the King...I end his reign...I tear down Triple X....

What you do with Sean Stevens...That's up to you...

(The First flips the coin, but this time lets it hit the ground, the camera pans over to show it's landed tails...FADEOUT)

 

[jayshort]

Reminder

"One promo, two promo, three promo, four..."
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FADE: Sean 'Triple X' Stevens in West Baltimore, Maryland – the heroine capital of the world – in a dark, rat infested alley, similar in appearance, but far more threatening than the recreated, green screened safe version of a real life, dangerous environment, designed to make Brian Nadalny appear tougher in his very first promo.
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TRiPLE X: You can talk hole's in our heads, you can criticize me for being me, only to turn around, and beg the bootleg, black market version of me out of retirement, to be in your corner, and ultimately, it's not going to make a difference, at all. The end result is going to be the same as it always is. With me triumphant, and with you bitching about how you came," the champ made the inch sign with his thumb and index finger, "this close to beating me, that I'm scared, that I escaped, blahblahblah, yaddayaddayadda, yawn ... snore ... snooze button.
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"Poor little Brian Nadalny. You never could get it quite right, could you, little boy?"
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It was rhetorical, stupid.
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He didn't expect a response, so you can stop pitching an Aggression 49 Lindsay Troy-esque bitch fit. The champ, the man, the Emperor ... Empire Pro Wrestling's undisputed King – Sean 'Triple X' Stevens can't hear you. And, if he could, he'd still not understand you. Why? Because you speak a different language. ...Because you're beneath him. None of you are in his tax bracket, nor will you ever be. None of you are in his league, nor would anyone ever make the colossal misjudgment of confusing you as anything resembling his peer. His peers are Oprah Winfrey, Bill Gates, and other colossal figures in entertainment. And, because of this, he's better than you. Better than professional wrestling feel good stories like Kin Hiroshi. Better than the hard working, blue collar wrestlers like Marcus Westcott and Rocko Daymon, that scratch and claw for all that they've achieved. Better than the comedians – JA ... better than Lindsay Troy – who proved last week how mentally frail she was. Better than the garbage wrestlers, like Omega, The Stalker, and the rest of the new Fallen. Better than the D-list, Lifetime Channel wrestling actors turned home video actors, like Troy Windham.
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... and, most importantly ... better than the freaks, geeks, weirdos and phonies.
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Those category are all yours, Brian.
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Stevens shook his head.
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TRiPLE X: Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's a shame, really. Downright pitiful, if you think about it. You're doing everything in your power to prove that you belong in the same category as me, and you're succeeding in looking like a whining, crying, complaining, bitch with convenient amnesia. You're saying all of the right things, you've got the masses drinking your Ciroc spiked Kool Aid, and in some situations, from time to time, you've even," gasp, "won a match ... a small nugget slash tidbit of information, that in itself deserves a round of applause, considering the fact that wins in pressure situations are few and far between for you."
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Triple X gives his opponent the pathetic golf clap that his in-ring success deserves.
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TRiPLE X: But, the truth of the matter is, you're about as delusional as anybody I've ever encountered. See, I keep my ears glued to the walls of professional wrestling, because I *am* professional wrestling. I heard your desperate pleas for my attention, for my acknowledgment. I watched as you dropped my name in every single promo, you've cut for every single match you've wrestled, since I beat you cleanly all those months ago. I watched as you recounted fabled tales of revisionist history, with your sordid opinion on what went down that night, convincing any and everyone that hated me that the thorough ass kicking that I flawlessly executed, wasn't as thorough as what their eyes saw, and that you really had a shot at winning, and for that, again, I applaud you, as well as shake my head.
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"You're a master manipulator, Brian. You've somehow, in your infinite idiocy, convinced the world that we actually have a rivalry. That little old lackey, slash sidekick, slash mediocre you, are actually of such importance and esteem that the undisputed king of the wrestling world ... the 2007, 2008, and soon to be 2009 Wrestler of the Year, as well as reigning holder of the most prestigious World Heavyweight Championship belt in the wrestling industry ... actually sits up at night thinking about you, dwelling on a match that clearly meant more to you than it did to me."

The champ shook his head in disgust.
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TRiPLE X: Brian, let me let you in on a little secret. You could go down my entire catalog, and dissect each and every 'W' as luck, or fluke, or unimpressive, and I'll be the first the tell you, while I'm on my yacht, sailing over the Mediterranean, sipping freshly squeezed Lemonade, while foreign women with fat asses fan me with gigantic leaves ... that I don't give fuck. Fuck legacies ... legacies are for dumb sons of bitches that have been in the wrestling industry for five plus years, that have yet to capitalize. My shit is etched in stone. It goes without saying that you are – by far – the weakest opponent that I've wrestled in the last two years, and even if you somehow managed to beat me, when the name Sean 'Triple X' Stevens is mentioned ... I'll still be regarded as top five dead or alive, in barbershop conversations across the world, until the world explodes in 2012.
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"And, that's what you're not getting little boy. You have the weight of the world on your shoulders, while I'm as cool as a fan. You weren't going to beat me last time we wrestled, you won't beat me this time, or any other time, because when push comes to shove, you know, I know, and your stupid little boy band HOPE knows that there are several categories that make up a professional wrestler's genetic makeup, and you don't measure up to me in ANY."
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King Sean Stevens nodded 'yes', as he continued.
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TRiPLE X: Yeah, you have the momentum. ...you have Windham in your corner, as well as the backing and support of a halfway decent stable ... but, guess what? You're still gonna lose. And, this time, since you're so obsessed with me, I'm going to really give you something to talk about. I'm going to take everything from you. Your status, your name, your friends, your family, and your spot on the EPW roster.
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"You see, you can study my every move, you can ape my Omar Little "Come at the King, you best not miss" quotes by walking through alley's whistling "The Farmer and the Dell" like you're a badass, but you and I both know the truth. I don't give a shit about your name. I don't consider you my equal, nor do I consider this a big match, for any other reason other than it being a match for my title. Truthfully, you're about as nameless and faceless as Westcott was, and I don't need to remind you that I added him to the list of so-called legends that I retired on my resume.

Calming himself, the champ ran his fingers through his long golden locks, and continued, at a slightly lower tone.
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TRiPLE X: You cut a second promo without giving me a chance to address the first, because you're insecure. Deep down in your heart, you don't believe that your stupid little Latin quotes, and third grade dialect is enough to get you by. You felt the need to force feed your opinion, and your deprecating point of view down the publics throat, because atleast after you lose, you'll still have them to cheer you on to platinum t-shirt sales. That's good, that's great even, that you've made something of yourself, because lord knows you were Fast To Nowhere* as Felix's sidekick, but you and I are two totally different people, and accordingly, our definitions of success should never ever, under any circumstances, match.
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"I'm just better than you, in all walks of life. And, that's fact, not bullshit vampire versus werewolf fiction.


"Do what I've done, without crying, in the environment, in which I did it in, without dying, under similar circumstances, and I'll be impressed. Talking about how you politicked that one match into a main event slot that you don't deserve, makes me see you as nothing more than a glorified con artist... and at Aggression 50, I put this whole little charade out of it's misery."
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FTB
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As you, the viewer sat there staring at your blank television screens ... one last parting shot echoed.
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"Fuck you, Dr. Phil. I don't need your advice. Your fifteen minutes of fame are up.
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"Get the fuck off the throne, you clone ... The King's Back.
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"... The King's Back
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"The King's Back...."
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The echo continued until the screen finally morphed into a snowy white.
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[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First standing in front of what appears to be a giant tower of money. First has on purple three piece suit The Joker wore in "The Dark Knight" his face is in Joker paint, only with the lip stick black instead of red.)

FIRST: You have your 100 foot yacht, your houses dotting the coasts of Europe...Enough money to buy and sell the house I live in about 50 times over...Maybe more...Really what does all that matter Trip?

You see...I'm a man of simple tastes...I like poison mist...

(First clutches at his throat and turns his head away from the camera and spits a spray of green mist. He then takes off the glove on his right hand and exposes that his hand is taped up as it normally is for his matches.)

And hand wraps...

And...Gasoline...

(Suddenly a bunch of goons rush in and begin pouring gasoline on the tower of money.)

And the thing is...They're cheap...

You see...All you care about is money...EPW deserves a better class of champion...And I'm gonna give it to them...

And I am a man of my word...

(Smiles)

Now I don't exactly know where The Joker rates on the Triple X list of "Beloved Icons of Television and Film"....I mean, you practically stroked out when I did my little riff on Omar...For the record I wasn't in Baltimore...But I can imagine you looking at the TV and getting all upset and screaming that production was gonna get you to Baltimore right pronto to bust on me for daring to ape The Wire's Robin Hood like legend of the streets...Really that hit you that hard? Were you one of his boyfriends in between seasons? I didn't know Omar cared for white meat... (Shrugs) but hey, I think all love is beautiful man...

You know I kinda felt weird about what I said before...About you have two different personalities...About there being a Sean Stevens and there being a Triple X...But listening to you talk this time, it just confirmed my theory. Like Newton getting that apple dropped on his head...

See in one breath you tell me I'm the weakest opponent you've fought in two years...And then you follow that up by saying that if I did beat you, it STILL wouldn't matter because your legacy would be secure...That folks in Barbershops would talk about you being one of the Top 5 of all time...

Oh and right before that you said you didn't care about having a legacy...To care about a legacy is for idiots...

So...Me...Your weakest opponent...Could still beat you...And you accept this as being such a likely outcome that you're already at peace with what such a loss would mean...

Man, Triple X must be asleep at the switch, cause that sounds an awful lot like Sean Stevens talking...A man coming to grips with the end of his reign as champion...A man trying to cover up for the defeat that's about to befall him...

You say I've talked about you all the time in all my matches...Why wouldn't I Trip? You're the man holding the belt I want, the belt I KNOW I can take, because I know I can beat you, and you know it too, which is why for all this dismissive BS, all this "You are no threat" garbage, you know damn well I will beat you...

I talk about you all the time because I'm focused on becoming the EPW World Champion...I'm determined to win that title...I'm driven to take you out and begin making my mark on this company...So yes I bring you up all the time, but it's not because I have this need to feed your ego...It's to tell all my fans in the building, on TV, around the world, all of them, that I am coming for you, and that I won't be denied, that I'm going to BEAT you...And I want every last one of them watching Aggression 50 when I put you down and end the reign of the King once and for all...

I talk about you all the time because you and I are the story of EPW...The unbeatable evil champion and the hero who thinks he can beat him...You and are are a tale older them time itself and after we're in the ground others will tell it again and again and again....But right now, right here...WE tell that story....EPW is the stage we tell it on, and EPW's fans are the audience that gets to have the drama unfold before them.

So you dismiss me while I obsess over you...You degrade this fight while I build it up...You flaunt your wealth while Rozy and I try to figure out what we're gonnna do to save for our daughter's college...You spit in the eye of the masses while I embrace them...We are opposites, and when we meet...Well...Your kingdom....Will come crashing down...

Because it's not about money...It's about sending a message...

(The First reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box of matches, he lights one and throws it into the pile of money, setting it on fire.)

Everything burns...

(FADEOUT)

 

[jayshort]

"Yeahyeahyeah. Wash, rinse, spin, repeat cycle."

FADE: The scene opened up overseas – the Himalayans, to be exact. EPW World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Blue-Eyed Badass' Sean Stevens, surrounded by security, hangers-on, his personal publicist, journalist, and his lawyer – aka Team Stevens – huddled around a safe spot, admiring the view as Stevens, camera strapped around his neck, and bags under his eyes, after a long night of travel, walked calmly away from the masses.

TRiPLE X: You keep trying to put all of the pieces in place, to create this perfect story, leading up to this dramatic, monumental, upset World Championship happy ending for you, and in order to do so, you had to start by typecasting me as something I'm only partially guilty of being. What you keep failing to realize is I have no shelf life, Brian. My life is an open book, but you're either to stupid or not good enough to turn the page. The bullshit that you think you're exposing is the same bullshit that every Ordinary Joe in your position failed to take advantage of when they had their opportunity to knock me of my pedestal.

"You? ...You see me as this mean, angry, evil Emperor, that rules his Empire with an iron fist, and you're somewhat right. You think it's all about the money with me, the agglomeration of scantily clad women, that hide out in my hotel room bathrooms, in hopes of being the lucky one for the night. And, again ... you've only got it partially correct. But, I'm deeper than that.

"I'm an artist, Brian," The champion pridefully boasted.

TRiPLE X: I take an afterthought like you and instantly turn you into someone that fans and wrestlers alike take seriously, and I didn't even have to try very hard. My canvas is each pay-per-view, my paint is the next opponent who claims to have the answer to the riddle nobody's been able to solve, and my brush is my God given ability to give the wrestling world a show better than the one they saw the month before."

The champ was dressed for the frigid weather, in a Northface coat, True Religion jeans, and Timberland boots. Underneath the coat, was his brand new: "Public Enemy Number One" t-shirt, but you'd see that at another time and place ... and, on his eyes were a pair of all black Versace shades.

TRiPLE X: Let's be clear, when Empire Pro Wrestling was seen as second tier, *I* was the one that gave it ... Hope. Not you, and certainly not any of your little stablemates. I took a title that was passed around like a hot potato and made it the most important belt in wrestling, and I'll be damned if I let another Beast, Troy or Melton drag it back down to secondary status, and truthfully ... that's what you represent to me, Nadalny. A marginally skilled, semi-coherent talker, with a cult following, that has no business being anybody's World Heavyweight Champion. Deep down in your heart, you know it, too. I personally blame Lindsay, because when you have a woman wearing the belt for over two years, any idiot with a dollar and a dream thinks he's got a chance. But, let me be the first to tell you – you don't.

"You don't have the pedigree to be who I've been. I gift wrapped fame, fortune, superstardom, and success for you with a pretty red bow, and all you've succeeded in doing is confuse yourself by talking in circles, grasping at straws for plausible explanations as to why you're a complete and utter failure. You're pathological liar, you're unrealistic, and you make excuses for shortcomings with your delusions of grandeur. You lack the skill, determination, and most importantly, the heart to be EPW Champion, and that's why I can't – in good faith – pass my torch to you, let alone let you take it.

"Every obstacle that you've encountered in your life is an obstacle that you created for the fuck of it. For the sake of story. To con some pussy out of a confused female, and obtain a few twitter followers. None of it is real, especially the part about you being 'The First'. You're a little kid, with a vivid imagination, insecure and ashamed of the fact that if you died tomorrow, nobody in the real world would care."

Stevens had an epiphany, surprisingly snapping his fingers as if his next sentence was late breaking information.

TRiPLE X: And that's your issue with me, and my era of dominance, isn't it, Brian? I represent everything that you hated in that small town of yours because I represent the people that made you feel so stupid and unimportant. I represent the cool kids' table, that never accepted you ... that embarrassed you publically, that had you secretly slicing your risks, in you weak and feeble attempts at commiting suicide. When I die, Brian ... I'll get my own holiday, and a street named after me, and that bothers you. In a hundred years, if there's still a planet Earth, my name will live on, while you'll return to the dirt from whence you came, leaving behind a legacy of confused minions, wondering why the man that sold them false dreams about never dying died without putting up much of a fight. I am who you want to be, and I have what you want to have. You judge my lifestyle, and criticize me for being me, not because you don't understand it, but because when you're in your room in the wee hours of the morning, and you pull out your little scrap book filled with different pictures of me, from different points in my career throughout the years, you have no choice but to face the cold, hard truth ... that you admire me and would give just about anything to trade your life for mine.

"But, let me let you in on a little piece of information, Brian ... I see right through you. HOPE ... this cleverly orchestrated beef that never really existed, designed to keep your name relevant until I ran roughshod over the rest of the competition ... This was all apart of your plan. You strategically mapped these events out, stringing your stable along like puppets, making them believe in a cause that you, yourself, aren't sure you believe in. It's not about The Anthology, it never was, nor is it about righting EPW wrongs, it's about your greed, your desire to be accepted, and your need to be something you're not mentally, physically, or emotionally equipped to be.

"You didn't have it in you to kick, scratch and claw your way to the top like I did, and after losses to Cameron Cruise, and failed attempts at winning titles a couple of levels below mine, you know full well that you're not half the man that I am. And, at Aggression 50, I'm gonna give you what you want, what you desire, and that's an opportunity. I'm gonna dangle the brass ring in front of your face, and watch you foam at the mouth, as you attempt to snatch it, and just when you think it's in your grasp ... I'll superkick your fucking head off, put you out of your misery, while crushing each and every one of your dreams, because I can. Because while you like to talk about destiny, and fate, and all of that shit that only retarded people believe ... you need to realize that in Empire Pro Wrestling, I am the Alpha, and the Omega. *I* have more control over your destiny than you do, and at Aggression, with all the momentum on your side, and Troy Windham in your corner, and twenty thousand fans screaming your name, and booing mine, I'll destroy you, just like all the rest, hopefully sending a crystal clear message to every other Moe, Larry and Joe The Plumber with a dream of being somebody in the wrestling industry ... That if mediocre people want to be world champion, they need to apply to New Frontier Wrestling, because my EPW is where the big boys play, and the EPW World Heavyweight Championship won't be going anywhere, anytime soon.


"Bitchez."

FTB

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First, still in The Joker outfit from his last promo, but this time sitting in his hotel room in the MGM Grand.)

FIRST: If you died? Who would truly care Trip? I mean truly? Would anyone throw themselves at your coffin, bawling and weeping? Would there be anyone who's lives were truly shattered by your passing? Oh there are those who use you as a paycheck, a source of income, but truly, on the personal level, who emotionally would be invested in your passing?

You speak of the friend killed in the streets, of the wife-to-be declared dead on the news...If a child who's never been brought up again...Would he or she care that their father had died? Are you estranged? Exactly who in the real world would care about YOU dying Trip?

Those who know me...Those who would care if I died, they know death is meaningless. It's just something that happens to everyone, just another part of existance...They would mourn that I wasn't around anymore...But they would not mourn for me...For nothing's truly happened to me...

You think I want to live your life...I've lived it...Wealth, power...I've had more then you can imagine...I've been in wars, seen people die by the hundreds...I've been killed more times then I can remember...But more importantly I've LIVED more then you can imagine...Your existance doesn't excite me or interest me in the slightest...

Cause what you DO Trip? How do you make this world a better place? By looking down on everyone? By condemning everything? Ghandi lived as a poor man, yet freed a nation....Martin Luther King Jr. was never rich...Yet I use Google and I see him staring back at me today...If you matter in this world isn't measured in money...But in the lives you effect...

You're a millionare but you're morally bankrupt. You have this silly idea that buying things, looking nice for the camera, that any of it will ever fill that hole in your soul, ever silence the demons in your mind...You know there's a reason you hear about all these famous people killing themselves or checking into rehab centers...It's cause for everything they have...They aren't happy...

And you're not a happy man Trip...You're cold, cynical, jaded...You're a man who can't even get motivated for Aggression 50...You know this is kind off a big deal for me...History and all that, oh there will be many more PPV's after this, many more shows, but this...This is something I get to keep FOREVER...That I main eventing THIS card, the biggest free TV event in EPW history and my name was called...But for you, barely a dismissive yawn, a wave of your hand to send away the camera crews...

You're in the mountains, in India...So I guess I can add 'jet lag' to the list of excuses for you after you lose, along with 'overconfidence' and 'complacency"...Which is all fine with me...If you need to lose that title to get the fire back in your belly, put a little rage back in your spirit...I'll be happy to assist you with that...

Now about HOPE and why it was formed...Well let's talk about that...Since well, I've made it clear many a time why HOPE came to exist..First and foremost...We knew we had to break Anthology's stranglehold on the main event in EPW...For truly there was only 1 way to ever consistantly main event in EPW...Join Anthology...Or beat them....

We've chosen to do the latter, and well, it's worked out for us.

As the personal goals of HOPE...Well it's a series of promises...And well...We're looking good for keeping them...

For Shawn Hart...We promised payback to Anthology, and taking the belt from Cameron Cruise...

For Anarky, it was to get him back into EPW...To have management forgive his...Transgressions...And he's back, and last I saw he turned you into a temper tantrum throwing baby who got himself and all of Anthology fired, if only for a minute...And Tact for good...

For Layne Winters the promise is simple...After you and I get finished...I'm going to give him a shot at my EPW World Title...

For Troy Windham...He wants to be able to brag about being the man who pulled the strings behind the scenes, the mind that outwitted you...

And for me...I get you...

No complex charts or diagrams...No smoke and mirrors...Nobody hiding in the grassy knoll...It's a pretty cut and dry alliance of convenience...And given it's success to this point...I'm pretty happy with it...

But now things have to go to the next level now I have to make good on all my talk...Now I have to win...It's that simple...No moral victories, no proving myself...This time, I take the belt home...

You said I sounded like an ordinary joe...But really Trip, an ordinary joe gets his one shot at the big time, he flames out, he's gone...But that's not happening with us now is it Trip? No...This isn't our first dance...See I'm not ordinary...I'd have thought that was pretty clear...

Gonna tell you a little story...Funny little study done on children...They told half a classroom full of kids that they did good on a test cause they were intelligent...And then they told the other half of kids that they did good on the test because they worked hard...

The hard working kids...Well they kept working hard, because their hard work defined them...And they were proud of being hard workers...

The intelligent kids...They stopped challenging themselves...Stopped doing tests and so on...Because they were scared that if they failed the test, they would be exposed as being not-intelligent...Their self image became so important that they couldn't risk being exposed as not being intellligent...

And here we are Trip....I'm the hard working one...

You're the smart one...And well...This is a test you can't get out off...

Good luck...

(FADEOUT)

 

[GreggG]

(CUT TO: Troy Windham, sitting in the patio deck o his South Beach, Miami estate. He has on his sunglasses, a white EPW golf shirt tucked into khakis with a black blazer over it, brown loafers.)

If you come at the king, you best not miss.

Sean Stevens, I'm glad you Netflixed The Wire DVD set. Great show... even better cast parties. But I think you're kind of missing the point.

Stevens, I've done some bad things here in EPW and in its predecessor. I've started riots. I've sprayed mace in front row ticket holders. I've married Lindsay Troy against her will. I've done all of that... and haven't even been an active member of this league's roster.

Imagine what I could have done here if I actually gave a sh*t about this place?

That's why I'm here, Stevens. I've already set the bar for this industry. I'm already the best. I'm already the most famous.

But what I want is to become untouchable.

And I'm going to do that by putting you in your humble little place.

And, as I've always done, I'm going to do it in a way no one else has ever done.

I'm going to beat you by managing a bunch of scrappy young upstarts to the top. I'm going to beat you by having one of my proteges take what's yours and place it around their waist. I'm going to show the world that for all your talk and all your boasting... you're nowhere near my level.

You see, Stevens... I don't need any more matches to prove I'm the man. Holding title belts doesn't prove my dick size anymore. I'm beyond that.

You're not.

Stevens, I'm going to give you a little spoiler alert if you haven't caught up to Season 5 quite yet.

Omar dies in the end. He gets shot by an unknown little kid and wrapped up in a bodybag.

Somebody came at the king... and they didn't miss.

Talk down The First all you want. Talk down my peoples all you want.

But Stevens... you're going to end up like everyone else who crossed paths with me.

Left cold in the morgue, forgotten about and written off as just another pretender to the throne.

(FTB)

 

[jayshort]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The sounds of cracked knuckles, painful screams and agonizing grunts echoed loudly.[/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Good luck? Your biggest issue with me, these days, seems to stem from the fact that you think I don't take you seriously. Well, let me give you something VERY serious to think about. I've forgotten more big matches than you've had, so when you come to the table, with the same thing that every person before you came with – pardon me for being unimpressed. [/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But, as far as luck is concerned? Luck in your case will be surviving, or being able to maneuver for the rest of your life without the assistance of a wheel chair if you mention my wife, kid, or best friend again, because I'll paralyze you, bitch. And, if you think I'm talking for my health, or fucking around – TRY me, Brian.”[/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I'm begging you.”[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: A hot sweaty gym, surrounded by several dedicated students, that appeared to be learning some form of boxing, combined with martial arts.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Exhausted, EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN 'TRIPLE X' STEVENS leaned over the top rope for support, drenched in his own sweat in the corner of an old, ragged boxing ring, with a thin mat, that couldn't be more than an inch or two in width. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The champ's hair was soaked, but tied back into a pony-tail, with several wisps covering the front of his face. He had on a 100% cotton, sleeveless “KING ME ™” t-shirt, thin gym shorts, and a compression sleeve on each arm, covering all of his tattoos. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I've dominated the sport of wrestling for over a decade now, and it certainly wasn't because I was lucky. Top level success is not achieved by sheer luck, you imbecile. It's achieved by being the hard worker that you talk about being, but here's the thing about hard work ... you can't fake it. And, you can determine someone's ethic by the results ... and, my results speak volumes, while yours don't. [/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]So, when I look at you, and I listen to your theories on why [/FONT]this time will be different, the inside knowledge that I have of the work that I put in, coupled with the results of you failing at every single opportunity that Empire Pro Wrestling has given you to be more than you are – pardon me for believing in myself, betting on the sure thing, and calling it like I see it.
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I stopped sugar coating things in ninety-eight, Nadalny. I'm not a babysitter, and I'm not going to coddle you, and pretend you're something that you're [/FONT]clearly not, because you're insecure, and your ego is fragile. ...Furthermore, I'm not going to lie to the audience and promote this match as anything more than another match for my title – I've already made you famous enough. This is not a grudge, a blood feud, and you're not qualified to be my arch nemesis. You're nothing more than a yay high, scrawny little fuck that flips and flops around the ring a lot, like an uncoordinated buffoon. Occasionally, you'll land on somebody, instead of your head, and from time to time you'll win a match or two, and the monkey's in the audience eat it up, because that's what trained monkey's do. And, that's not me playing mind games, or looking past you, because when it comes to my title, I take whoever is standing across the ring from me very seriously. That's me calling a spade a spade.
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Pretending not to know Marcus Westcott's name? That was a mind game. You? You're fucking trash, and you need to know that. Your gimmick is lame, your persona appeals to twelve year olds, and your sequencing a bunch of meaningless events together, in order to make it appear as if fate had something to do with this match is predictable.”[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]An older Spanish gentleman approaches the King of the Cage and offers a bottle of water, which Stevens gladly accepts. Taking a sip, he continued. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Each and every one of you bitches like to discredit everything that I've done, having the audacity to besmirch my name, by disparaging my victories. I'll be the first to admit ... three pay-per-view main events ago, I barely beat JA – back when he was still talented. I may not have dominated him then, and while it pains my heart that I disappointed you, Brian, I didn't think I needed to, considering I squashed that bug twice before at Aggression 27, as well as in the second round of the King of the Cage tournament.” [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Post Taylor Swift interruption, VMA-style Kanye West shrug.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Your point? ...and more importantly, what in the hell does that have to do with you? In fact, since I'm such a coward, since I need so much assistance in keeping the EPW title around my waste, give me an example of a time that I've needed any help from anyone to retain it? Melton, Troy, Rocko, JA, YOU, Westcott ... I beat each and every one of you clean. [/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, since kayfabe no longer exists, I shouldn't be fined for saying that the publics perception of the heel champion, as a conniving coward that ducks challenges, and cheats his way to victory was redefined the moment I became the man.[/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I decided to join The Anthology because I could ... because it made sense ... because fucking up people's lives is just as rewarding as an orgasm, and because it amused me to allow Cameron Cruise to get his first taste of professional success, and take it all away from him, just as he started to get comfortable with it.[/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But, even the members of The Anthology know that I didn't join them because I needed backup. Troy Windham? It's clear he's on his last leg, but if he could ever get his pacemaker to work, maybe he would be a threat. But, Eli Flair destroyed that man's body, rendering it damn near useless, and Dan Ryan, and all of the A1E curtain jerkers provided the blueprint on how to one-up him, and being a student of the game, I watched, learned, and enjoyed every minute of seeing him humbled.[/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The Day and Age of the Epitome is gone, and all that remains is a bitter, jealous, envious old Lifetime Channel actor, to stupid to realize that South Beach was nice about ten years ago, and that Saint-Tropez is the current hot spot for all the current celebrities.[/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Brian, you're going to lose because in no way, shape or form, are you better than me, and that's the point, the blank, and the period. ...and, you're just going to have to live with that disappointment, as you join the line of people that thought they had a shot, and ultimately became victims at my hands. [/FONT]
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“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]For the past six months you've been flossing your teeth with my dick, and at Aggression 50, I'm going to finish the job, and knock them out.”[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
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[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First standing in the doorway of his home in Salem, Massachusetts. He's wearing a black coat, black jeans, black boots and gloves, his hair is tinged green still from The Joker get up, but he's not wearing any make-up. In his hands he holds a shovel, and he begins clearing off the snow from his walk. The camera isn't a high quality TV camera, more like some sort of hand held camcorder, so it's not really sharp on the picture.)

EDITOR'S NOTE: This was filmed in the early afternoon 1/19/09

FIRST: Wife gave me a call, got kind of upset over this whole election, I told her Coakley sucked and to hell with her, if she can't win this seat in this state well, she can do it without my vote, but then Rozy got more weepy and stuff, she cares about politics, for me, besides gay rights, they are all con-men...(First begins shoveling snow)...I really think she just wanted me back here for a few days, no big press stuff planned in Vegas anyhow, so I'd come home, do my civil duty...Which...Well if the previously mentioned campaigning for gay rights has shown us anything...Has only ended in tears...So well, Senator Brown is but a formality given my vote today...

(First continues to shovel snow.)

I supposed this is the point in the promo where I talk about how shoveling and all that junk makes me a hard-scrabble salt-of-the-earth kind of fellow...That this makes me better then Triple X...To hell with that (Shovels) all this makes me, is to stubborn and to cheap to buy a friggin' snowblower...Get a look at them over there...

(The camera pans over to down the street, three kids, all most likely between 7 and 13, are looking at the camera, they are most likely about 40 or so feet away.)

I know two of them by sight, the third one, he's new...The first two kids, well they've been doing the 'watch me from a-far' bit a few times now...The third one, I'm guessing he didn't believe the first two about the wrestler in their mist...So well, now they'll debate if I'm me or not some more...(Shovels)...So strange this world...Just think, if I win the EPW World Title, maybe one oft those kids will take a photo of me to send into US weekly "Stars: They are just like us! The First clearing his walk!" maybe they'll get a good action shot (He shovels and throws the snow in a high arc away from the walk.) that's a money shot right there...

Now as for you Trip...The threats are nice...But you know what? I've heard it from you before, we fought before. I've felt your power...And honestly, Anarky hits harder then you...I've seen your speed...And really, Shawn Hart's faster...I've battled your determination...And it's not on the same level as Layne Winters...

You're a combination of all three traits, but not dominating in any...You're not going to paralyze me Trip...You're not going to have Rozy, my parents, her parents, and my kid all huddled in a room as they tearfully unhook me from the machines so I can move on...

I took an X-Terminator, took an X-Factor, I've suffered your best shot Trip....I know what it is...You are not hiding any secrets from me...And well, I'm not hiding any from you...

I'm not scared of you Trip, you can't talk yourself up and puff out your chest and suddenly make me run in pant peeing fear of you...We're going to fight...And well...I'm going to win...

(First shovels off another section of the walk, moving to the two steps at the end of the walk.)

And about the clean win...(Smiles) man I do remember when Cruise tried that crap...You know you didn't win on the up and up as well as I and the whole world know it...You know why? Because your whole list, JA, Rocko, Melton, Westscott...They aren't in the mix for a title shot...You know why? Because they had their chance, and they lost, and that's that...Hell three of them retired...Fact is Trip...If you beat me clean, I wouldn't be standing here talking all mean about you to this camera. If you beat me clean, well, right now Anarky would be telling you about putting that belt on the wall in his bar, or Fusenshoff would be talking about doing a shot off it...Or Layne Winters would be practically bursting at the seams just thinking about getting a shot at it...Or any of the new and returning talent this company has flooding into it would be talking about their once in a life time chance at fulfilling the dream, of becoming EPW World Champion...Aran Dishon would be all respectful, Amazing Logan would say it was a given his charge would get the shot, and Karl Brown, I'm sure he'd give you a piece of his mind

You see, guys that lose clean to the champ go WAY to the end of the line...They don't get back after him unless EVERYONE else in the locker room has been laid out and left for dead...But here I stand, shoveling off my walk, telling you that I'm taking your title...So maybe that match didn't go the way you said it did....

It's fitting you were in a boxing ring Trip...Because before you rolled me up and got that clean win of yours...Well...I knocked your ass out...Say whatever you will about it, make whatever claims you want...When it comes right down to it, for the moment of the match when one man dealt out the most damage to the other...It was when I hit that Cut The Thread on you and well...You shut down...And since I did it before...Well, I tend to think I can do it again...

See that's not crazy ranting about crippling...Or outright lies about the outcome of our last match, it's the truth Trip, plain and simple...

And you call me a gimmick...(Shovels snow, cleans off the steps, it is about 10 seconds of dead air.) really Trip? You know what a gimmick is? It's pretending to be somebody you're not...Sad thing is, between us, I'm the most real person here...See I'm the crazy son-of-a-bitch who believes what he's saying...You, you fly around the world, you wear these nice suits, you do everything you can to sell the illusion of what you want us to believe...Me, I'm a the guy in a cut up T-Shirt, karate pants, and make-up...I'm not trying to play myself off as a man of the world...Cause none of us are of this world Trip...We're all just visiting...

And that's the ultimate irony of you and I...That with you three piece suits, your five figure sunglasses, your fleet of cars, the houses wherever you want to put them...All of it...IS A LIE....It's a house of cards used to prop up the ego of a man who can't even look into the mirror and accept what he truly is....

And that's why you hate me, because you look at me and how comfortable I am in my skin, and you have to believe I'm not...You said it yourself that talk about Westscott's name was a mind-game, making your talk about my name a mind-game, making everything about you one giant scam...You always have to get one over on the world...But the only person you're fooling...Is yourself...

Oh, and after I beat you Trip...There will be no tearful hug, no respectful handshake...No, I beat you...and if you're very lucky, I'll bother to look down at you and tell you quite clearly...

Get the FUCK out of MY ring...THIS IS MY MOMENT...

But only if you're lucky...

(FADEOUT)

 

[jayshort]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]LOCATION: Salem, Massachusetts. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: The scene opened up zoomed in on an old, white "SALEM HIGH SCHOOL" sign with bold, black letters, that looked as if they would fall off at any moment. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The camera slowly panned backwards, allowing you – the viewer – to get a broader view. Sitting on a reclining beach chair, directly in front of the learning institution's dual entrance and exit sat EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN 'TRIPLE X' STEVENS, clad in a gray $2,000 billWillie hooded sweatshirt, a $3, 000 pair of dark blue Gucci "Genius jeans", with diamond encrusted buttons, a pair of $1, 800 specially made Berluti Timberland boots, a $50, 000 audiman watch, and an all black pair of Versace Wayfarers. ...that cost him a cool $200.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Looking like something straight out of scene in the movie "Rocky", one of my sources informed me that the hometown boy or the Prodigal Son – depending on who you ask – would be hastily making his triumphant return home to prepare for his last opportunity at making something out of his life. Now, I'm not going to pretend to know you, other than the unrealistic little kid, regurgitating his little pipe dreams to anyone clueless enough to listen ... but, I could imagine you running up a large flight of stairs, throwing imaginary punches, convincing your farm fed, bottom feeding locals that you're going to make them proud. And, in the same token, I can imagine a toothless, balding, fat guy harping on your every word, because in their minds, if you're successful, by some small measure, they're successful."[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The 'Blue-Eyed Badass' rolled his eyes, as he fanned the air. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: ...and, I just couldn't sit idly by and let that happen. I couldn't stand back, and allow you to brainwash my people any longer, with your lies, and delusions of grandeur. The fans may boo me, but as their champion, I feel that it's my civic duty to prevent them from being led astray, because contrary to what they believe ... I, Sean Stevens, do have a heart, and I care."[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]It was broad daylight, and the sky was clear, but the very moment that the champion uttered the word: care it began to thunder and lightning. It quickly stopped, however, and he continued, without so much as flinching. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I fight for these people, I love these people, I-- Kevin, stop recording." [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A young teenage girl, that couldn't be older than sixteen approached the EPW champion in his seat, with a sharpie and a piece of paper, causing the Triple X to do something he hadn't done in YEARS – and that's stumble with a camera on him.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FEMALE FAN: OhmiGOD!" [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]She began to hyperventilate as she jumped up and down in front of him.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FEMALE FAN: SHUT UP! Do you?! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?! YOU'RE TRIPLE X! YOU'RE THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE! PleasepleasePRETTYplease, can I have your autograph??? It would mean the WORLD to me!"[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The young lady handed the sheet of notebook paper and the sharpie to the smiling champion. Stevens glanced down at the paper, then back up at the young lady, then back down once more, as his smile suddenly disappeared. The King of the Cage then proceeded to rip the paper in two, and toss the sharpie fifty yards in the opposite direction, as the little girls eyes began to fill with water.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: --kick rocks, BITCH. My time is my money, and you just interrupted my fucking promo!" [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The young lady, stood there, dumbfounded and trembling. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Can you afford my time?" He didn't give her a chance to respond. "Can your parents? Let me answer for you ... NO! Chances are, you live in a one bedroom mobile home, that you park in a dirt lot, and you shop for clothing at the local thrift store, that you made from selling your body! Get the fuck out of my face." [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The young girl begins to cry heavily, running away to – one would think – the girls bathroom to get it all out. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Without missing a beat, Stevens planted another fake smile on his face, and continued.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Kevin, you ready? Okay ... aaaaaand, action.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"I fight for these people, I love these people, and I donate millions of dollars to Africa ... all the time. And, I voted for Barack Obama."[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Trip threw up the "Black Power" fist, as he stood up from out of his seat, and entered the school. His wardrobe alone, commanded attention. Ignoring it all, Planet Earth's Champion continued talking, never taking his trademarked beautiful blue eyes off of the camera. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, that's why I've taken time out of my championship duties to come here today. My opponent for Aggression 50 likes to say things that'll defame my character. Being a good liar is a skill, and my opponent is a great liar. But, don't blame him, for he knows not what he does ... pathological lying is a sickness and Brian Nadalny doesn't need us turning our noses up at him, he needs our help. And, I am willing to sacrifice all of my time ... the fashion shows in France, the photoshoots in Rome ... for the people. Because I refuse to let you be manipulated, lied to, and played for fools any longer-- Huh?"[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Sean hissed, then shook his head at the skinny, nerdy, terrified looking little boy in the oversized backpack, butterfly collar and pocket protecter, that clumsily ran into the international superstar. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X(sigh): Kevin, stop filming. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]NERDY KID: I'm so sorry, sir![/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You're damned right you're sorry. Watch where in the hell you're walking before I shove my foot so far up your ass, my toes tickle your prostate., you puny little shit stain![/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]NERDY KID: I'm new here, I transferred here and today is my first day. I need help finding my homeroom. My name is Arthur--[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: --your name is what I say it is, and when I look at you, I'm feeling Milhouse. Do you know who I am? [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]NERDY KID: ...you're--[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Shut up. Did I ask you to talk? ...answer and see don't I smack the taste out of your mouth. So you said you needed help finding 'home'?" [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The terrified little kid didn't talk, didn't move, in fact ... he didn't even blink. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Well let me help you find it. You exit this building, and make a left. From there, you continue going straight until you smell poverty. The stinkiest house is where you live."[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Triple X aggressively patted the little boy on the back, sending him spiraling to the floor. Looking at his cameraman, Triple X spoke once more.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: What in the hell does the “Greatest Wrestler on the Planet” have to do to get peace and quiet around here? That's why I hate these small towns. Motherfuckers act like they've never seen a man that wears a $3, 000 bottle of Clive Christian cologne before. Let's finish up on the roof." [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Trip wore an angry scowl as he walked through the hallways, until he found an emergency exit. Without hesitation, Stevens opened the door, setting off an alarm in the building, causing a frenzy. Stevens then proceeded to climb a ladder attached to the side of the building, until he and his cameraman made it safely to the roof of the building. Below him, the school was in panic. Mumbles of a “bomb threat” echoed. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Ready? Alright, cool ... let's hurry up and get this over with. This place makes me itch. I'm ready in ... 3, 2, 1 ... Brian, I am the one. I am the way, the truth and the light. For the past three years, I've been the face of Empire Pro Wrestling, and while I know and understand that nothing lasts forever, I also know that you're not the person to take my spot. Do I think that you're talented? Yeah, you're talented in a Forrest Gump playing table tennis kind of way, and during the Marcus Westcott, Lindsay Troy era, you'd have made a fine undeserving champion. But, that day is dead and gone. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"It's not my fault that I'm rich, nor is it my fault that I was one of GQ magazine's Men of the Year. I will not apologize for bleeding for this company as it's ambassador, and I can't change the fact that, as a result, the maker of the Testarossi knows me, and calls me for golf on my free weekends. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"The bloggers ... the smarks, and beat writers ... of course they're going to drink your Kool Aid. Of course they're going to do everything in their power to make you braver than you should be, by telling you what you want to hear. Losers envy winners, and I've been a winner my entire life. You're a throwback to when mediocre was okay around here. I'm not an internet favorite and the smarks know full well that the only chance their favorite local indy wrestler will EVER have a prayer at making it to the big leagues is if I step aside, out of the picture, and a person of your skill, coherence and ilk is in my position. But, Christmas was last month, Brian ... and, when it comes to my title, I'm not in a generous mood, so they're shit out of luck, just as you are.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"At Aggression 50, the only thing you'll win is a space in the back of the line, while I continue to make the wrestling world bow at my feet. And, yeah ... you're going to be sick. Angry. Frustrated. You'll replay the events of Aggression over and over in your head, until you're loony, and you'll retire like JA, Melton, Troy, Rocko, and Marcus Westcott before you. ...and, I won't feel bad. Because I tried to ignore you, Brian. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I gave you grace, and I gave you an opportunity to disappear. What happens next, is totally your fault, and while I could walk around the corner, and DDT your dad, break the neck of your dog, and fuck your mom Doggystyle, I won't because I want to do it legally, on my terms, and Aggression is the day that I make your life a living hell. Aggression 50 is the day that I crush your boyhood dreams, and it's the day that you realize that in MY world, you don't get a moment. You don't a celebration. You're going to get a serious reality check. And, you will know and understand that not only do I rule the wrestling world..."[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The camera panned all the way backwards, making the larger than life figure, small, as the camera focused in on the side of the building. There were three letters spray painted on the side of the wall: [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]XXX[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I rule your world. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]
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[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First, now in a black T-Shirt and jeans, in his house, he's on his cell phone. He's not made up at all, his hair pulled back into a ponytail)

FIRST: What? He's in Salem? Really? He defaced the high school? Wow, that's crazy...I guess I gotta get to work then. (Turns off phone. yells off camera) MAKE UP! (snaps fingers!)

ROZY: (From off Camera) I hate when you pull this crap! And don't yell, you'll wake Elle...

FIRST: Good help is so hard to find these days...

(CUTTO: The First, now with his Joker face paint on, hair tinged green and looking messy. He's got on his Obamacon "HOPE" T-Shirt peeking out from under a black hoodie. He stands near the "Salem High School" sign...

FIRST: I haven't been here in over 4 years...Not since Rozy and Muse got out...The past is funny...We make more of it every second of our lives...And we can't change it...It's the perfect prison, traps you forever if you let it get to you...

This business requires a short memory Trip...You can't let it eat you up inside you when you lose...And when you win, you can't crow about it for to long...You're only ever as good as your last match, and with you and that title, that's even more the case, one bad night, that belt is gone, and with it, the aura of invincibility you carry around with you...

Rocky's a funny comparison to us Trip...One I wouldn't think you would really want to make...Seeing as how the story went the underdog fought the champ and gave him everything he could handle...And then they had a re-match and he beat him for his title...(Shakes his head) I wouldn't think you would want that to be how this plays out...Me...I'm just fine with that...

Do I day dream about kicking your ass and winning that title? Of course I do, to deny would be to deny being human. Of course I think about that magical moment when I'm handed that belt...See that's the cynic in you Trip, it's burned away all the joy, all the magic, everything about this life is your personal temper tantrum at the world...You're the ugly champion, like Michael Jordan at his Hall of Fame speech, still lashing out, still picking a fight...When the whole world admits you've won, you proved your point, be happy about it...

But you can't...No Triple X has to make horrrible comments about crippling my dad and having sex with my mom...Empty meaningless threats...You have to insult some girl...Because you're just such a hard-ass that making somebody cry is what gives you joy...You're pathetic...Your whole act is pathetic...

See Trip...Everything you do just gives up the game a little bit more, I'm a joke, yet you come to shit in my backyard. You can't give me the time of day, but yet still you don't seem to be shying away from any cameras...You don't see me going to your birthplace...Don't see me looking for the place where that gang killed your friend, or the place where the woman who was to be your wife got shot...

And I don't do these things because in the end, it's all meaningless, I don't need to pysch you out, I don't need to put you off your game...Because I can beat you when you are at your best...And you know it...

So rage against the end of your reign, King...Howl at the moon one more time, declare yourself supreme...Do all of this...And know that in the end, you'll face your reckoning at Aggression 50....

And it won't be the bloggers, or the smarks, or the internet that's telling you that I'm in your league...It won't be the fans, it won't be management...

It'll be your belt, in my hands, it will be "Happy Birthday" playing over the PA...THAT...That is how you'll finally get the message...That I've arrived...And that your reign...Is finished...

(FADEOUT)

 

[jayshort]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"T[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]he unknown kid that killed Omar Little wasn't so unknown if you paid attention. His name was Kenard. He had shown quite a bit of disdain for Omar on several occasions, and never understood why the rest of the world feared him. But... all Omar Little ever was was a fictional character with quotable words. That's it." [/FONT]

FADE: The scene opened up inside of an undisclosed lockerroom, with EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS, seated on a stool, in a wife beater, and wrestling tights. His hair hung gently below his shoulders, as he taped his fists, eyes trained on the monitor above him.

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, that's another major difference between you and I, Brian. I quoted him because it fit my lifestyle as King, and it delivered a crystal clear message that you all needed to hear. You dress up as him, and walk through alleys whistling the "Farmer in the Dell" for the same reasons you painted your face and began dressing up as Heath Ledger after he OD'd ... because you're unoriginal, weak, and you can't make a move for yourself without someone else already paving the road.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"You did it as Felix's pill popping sidekick, and now you're doing it as a member of HOPE. And, it's why you feel the need to force feed your," finger quotes "creativity down the throats of the public by dressing up as someone else every other day. Someone who did it [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]first[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif], and [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]better[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] than you. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"But I do have a question for you, Brian. When you were Omar, were you [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]really [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Omar? Did you kiss the boys and cry like a scrawny little bitch when one of them died? I know all about Roxy, but you [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]are[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] a fan of the nightlife, aren't you? Do you see your version of Kenard about to walk up behind you and shoot you in the back of the head when you least expect it? Is his name Shawn Jessica Bubbles? Or maybe his name is Anarky? What about Layne?" [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The champion's right eyebrow shot to the top of his forehead. [/FONT]

TRIPLE X: I knew Jason Reeves was going to turn on me, just like I'm sure Wells, Copycat, and the rest of the Anthology will, when it's beneficial for them, if I don't beat them to it. None of us are stupid, we know what this partnership is ... do you? You can't honestly think that HOPE formed an overnight brotherly bond, do you? You can't be that stupid.

"Money, power, social acclaim, awards and success have fed my narcissism, and I've always been the first to admit that I'm a very bad person. If only I got a nickel every time someone pointed it out... But in some ways ... you're right, I can't take the material possessions with me when my time is up. Should I be punished for actually living, though? Should I suffer because you're insecure about your position as a nobody in this world?"

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The [/FONT]"[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Blue-Eyed Badass[/FONT]"[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] shook his head [/FONT]"no"[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif].[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I politely asked you not to mention Poison Ivy or Lucky again, and what did you do? Do you want to live your life as even more of a vegetable, Brian? You think my threats are empty and meaningless? How can you say that, when everything I said I'd do in Empire Pro Wrestling, I've done ... and, everything that I said would happen has happened? I don't need to bring up the list of people that I said I'd retire that actually did, do I?[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Eli Flair dislocated both of my shoulders, and with two limp arms, I continued to fight, kicking my way to respect. Max Blackshire was an unrepentant homicidal maniac that sliced my throat with a knife, and I continued fighting until I beat him within an inch of his life. What on Earth could be going on inside of your pea-sized brain that would make you think I'm intimidated by your marginal skills and extraordinary luck, particularly if you make me mad enough to actually [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]care[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] enough about you to [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]want[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] to ruin your life? Please. You want to talk about empty threats? I stabbed my wife in the leg with a shard of broken glass because she got in the way of my success. I stepped on Rocko Daymon's fingers, causing him to crash three stories out of a window onto a car. Get a f[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]u[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]cking clue, little boy. I will [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]hurt[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] you. [/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, I need you to [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]hear[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] me when I tell you that, Brian. Screw our differences. To hell with the fact that you're a weirdo. You need to forget about those figments of your overactive imagination that you misinterpreted for weaknesses in our last match, shut your fucking mouth, and pay attention. I won't pretend to have the strongest steroid enhanced arms in the world, but I won't hesitate to toss your oompa loompa looking ass into the third row, if you continue to disrespect me. [/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"You need to realize that every single time you step foot in the ring with me, your life is on the line. You're dangling off the end of a cliff, hanging on with everything you think you've got. And just like Rocko, I'm going to step on your fingers and watch as you plummet to the ground below with a satisfying [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]thud[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]. This time, I'm not just going to beat you with a basic school boy like I did in Buffalo ... I'm going to prove you and everyone else that continues to doubt the greatness of my legacy wrong. I'm going to prove that you're beneath me, and when push comes to shove, you're not even part of the same [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]sport[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] as I am.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, as the ultimate disrespect ... when I beat you – again – you don't have to worry about me attempting to shake your hand. You need to be concerned about the latte - enhanced wad of phlegm that I'm going to spit in your face. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And as you lay flat on your back, looking up at the lights, wondering where your foolproof plan all went wrong, it'll be at that very moment where you finally begin to understand. This isn't about the perfect build up. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Or fate. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Or destiny. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"I'm not the King of the mountain because it sounds catchy ... I'm the King because pound for pound, I am unequivicolly without peer. And, there isn't a wrestler alive that can change that, because like your favorite show says, "The King Stays The King," and it'll be that way until I say otherwise. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Brian, fame called, and it wanted me to tell you that your fifteen minutes are up."[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens shut his eyes, in meditation, placing his index finger over his mouth.[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X:[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] Shhhh ... don't fight it, just go with it. This will all feel like a bad nightmare that you'll hardly remember when it's over. [/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"At Aggression 50 ... it'll be all over. This will all go away."[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First in a locker room, most likely in the Thomas and the Mack Center. He's got a cut up wifebeater of his 'HOPE' T-Shirt on, his Joker make-up and black gi pants. He's taping his right hand up as he speaks.)

FIRST: Back to the Omar stuff again. I didn't walk down any alley...I just walked down Front street in a hoodie and whistled 'Farmer and The Dell' just to let you know I got your reference. Just let you know I understood where you were coming from. It would be like offering Fusenshoff a bottle of scotch...Just a way of saying 'I get you' that was it...I wasn't being Omar for the sake of being Omar, I just messing with you...

See I thought you would enjoy that, but I guess not, I guess it offended you. I don't see why, but I get that now...So for the sake of our continued existance, I'm gonna back off...I'll leave The Wire to you man...Honest...

Cause Trip, this won't end this...I'm gonna beat you, then you'll demand a re-match...And I'll beat you again, then your boys will come for me, and I'll beat them...Stuff will happen, EPW will go forward...But in the end when the chips are down, when there's a big time event...Well I fully expect me and you to be in the middle of it...

HOPE ain't long term Trip...We never claimed it was, we don't go out and get drunk, there is no dangle brothers in HOPE...I explained to you why we're here...Do I think I can control a mad dog like Anarky? Of course not...The guy's named friggin' Anarky for a reason...One day he'll beat the crap out of me just because he enjoys the way I whimper while I'm laying on the ground...Shawn Hart left Anthology cause they didn't give him a good enough deal, what happens if he wants more out of HOPE and we can't give it to him...He's gone...Layne Winters...He's already said it plenty of times he's just using us for a World Title shot...

So no, we don't all get around the fire and sing kumbaya and think life is gonna be puppy dogs and sunshine...This business is cold and impersonal...You and me, we talk all this vemon, all this hate at each other...Man we TAGGED...We were PARTNERS...We BEAT ANTHOLOGY together...We united for a common goal...Me and you Trip...We did that...If you and I could tag, anyone can...

And that's the reality, one moment I'm tag champs with Felix Red for over a year, the next he's beating me half dead with a chair...I've fought EACH and EVERY member of HOPE in the ring...and now we're allies...This business doesn't allow you make friends or enemies Trip...Only alliances and declarations of war...And when the war is over, maybe an alliance will be formed again...

Oh and for the record I never did any pills with Felix...He did enough drugs for 10 people...

My life is in danger Trip? You can't kill me...This body isn't who I am...Death is really isn't so bad...(smiles)...These bones, flesh, blood, it's but a vessel for the soul...It's but a container for a journey...You can not kill a soul Trip...You can damage them, you can injure them...But they will endure...Because life is eternal...I...Am...Eternal...

You think this isn't abou fate, or destiny? (Laughs) your whole life is a testiment to the power of destiny...You owe everything to the fact that she has granted favor to you...You exist in your glory only because at every important moment, at every turn in the timestream...Things broke your way...

But it ends at Agg 50...This time, Destiny leaves with a different man...

This time I win...

(FADEOUT)

 

[jayshort]

car⋅pe di⋅em:

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Latin. seize the day; enjoy the present, as opposed to placing all HOPE in the future.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"I[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]f I gave a fuck about the things that [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]ordinary people[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] give a fuck about, I'd almost be flattered that you'd go out of your way to dress up as Omar just because you knew that I was a fan of the show, but you need to cut the theatrics, because the minute your name was placed on the bill beneath mine, playtime was [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]over."[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Aggression 50 was merely hours away. EPW World Heavyweight Champion SEAN 'TRIPLE X' STEVENS arrived at the arena early, as he customarily did on days he'd be defending his title. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The soon to be 2009 Wrestler of the Year sat on a leather sofa, inside of his dressing room, frequently glancing up at the monitor above him – as a mashup of matches involving The First played.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X:[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] And, here's the conundrum. Conventional thinking is fine for those that want to live a conventional life ... but I think it's pretty safe to say, I've [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]never [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]been conventional in anything that I've done. I live the fast life, I party at all the Hollywood hotspots, I have groupies, girlfriends, and a wife, and I make no secrets about it. The lifestyle that I live defies logic. Logic says – at some point – karma [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]should[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] catch up to me – but it hasn't, nor will it. Logic says that my wife should be so repulsed at the fact that I'm a thirty-two year old man, with no plans of settling down, or to stop sleeping with A-list actresses ... yet, she loves me so much, that she keeps her opinion to herself, because she doesn't want to lose me.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"I am a bad person, Nadalny ... but I make bad look so f[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]u[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]cking good. I go above and beyond in everything that I do, I lead an extraordinary life, with success to boot, and ordinary guys like you, look at me in disdain because you all think I'm due for a dose of reality. But, this [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]is [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]reality. I am who I am, and I've been who I've been for thirteen years in this sport. [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]YOU[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] sons of bitches – my opponents – are the ones living in Never Never Land, thinking that you all have the ability to change anything, when it's clearly transparent that you don't. [/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Earlier in the week you asked me who would care if I died, when the question should've been: If I don't give a shit about a bunch of unsuccessful, money hungry, hangers-on while I'm alive, why on Earth would I care who shows up at my funeral, pretending to care, with alterior motives of seeing if they can get their hands on the money I left behind? I simply made a statement, because[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] you[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] care what people think about you. Because you're [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]weak[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] and [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]feeble.[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"So, yeah ... tell anyone that'll listen how you're a better person than me, because you quote-unquote [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]care [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]about their feelings. Preach to children about being drug free, and tell them what you told me about never popping pills with Felix Red, even though you sat idly by and [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]watched[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] him fry his brain cells without so much as [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]attempting[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] to stop him, which [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]clearly[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] makes you an accomplice – which is just as bad as a user.[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Surprisingly, I'm in one of my better moods before a title match, so I'll help you out. [/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Tonight, in the center of the ring, I'm not going to rush, nor am I going to beat you with basic maneuvers like I did last time. Tonight, I'm going to be meticulous ... I'm going to take my time. First I'm going to start with your legs, because I know how you midgets like to bounce around the ring. Then, I'm going to make my way to your back, then your neck, then I'm going to dislocate your shoulder, breaking limbs one by one, until your body shuts down, and no longer functions properly. But, I'm not going to paralyze you. I'll stop just short of that. Because in a weird, staring at your own turds in the toilet, kind of way, I lowkey [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]admire[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] how you manipulated your way into an opportunity, you had no business being in.[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]BUT[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif], as a form of a Quid Pro Quo ... after tonight, I'm going to need you to let it go. Not all dreams come true, Brian. My time is my money, and I don't need to waste time that could be better spent in an eight figure Nike commercial on a kiddie pool performer [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]clearly[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] overwhelmed in the deep end with the sharks. [/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"But, don't worry. In a couple of years, I'll get older, my reflexes won't be as sharp, and maybe, by the grace of God ... you'll finally start to show some improvement. Maybe[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] then[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] you'll finally get the rub that you've been looking for from me. Because while you may represent the future, like I told Westcott – who represented EPW's past – I could care less. I [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]accidentally[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif] made you a star, but I have no desire to build people up, because it's way more fun breaking them down. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Brian, I've got now, I don't care who has next. [/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, that's just something you're going to have to spend the next one thousand years living with."[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]*this is my buzzer beater post. Thx guys.* [/FONT][/FONT]