[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]LOCATION: Salem, Massachusetts. [/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The 'Blue-Eyed Badass' rolled his eyes, as he fanned the air. [/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I fight for these people, I love these people, I-- Kevin, stop recording." [/FONT]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FEMALE FAN: OhmiGOD!" [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]She began to hyperventilate as she jumped up and down in front of him.[/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: --kick rocks, BITCH. My time is my money, and you just interrupted my fucking promo!" [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The young lady, stood there, dumbfounded and trembling. [/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Without missing a beat, Stevens planted another fake smile on his face, and continued.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Kevin, you ready? Okay ... aaaaaand, action.[/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X(sigh): Kevin, stop filming. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]NERDY KID: I'm so sorry, sir![/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]NERDY KID: ...you're--[/FONT]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The terrified little kid didn't talk, didn't move, in fact ... he didn't even blink. [/FONT]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]XXX[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I rule your world. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT]