Fifty Aggressions and Five Faces
(Camera fades in, centered on "THE UNDYING" ROCKO DAYMON standing in front of... well, a "Rocko Daymon" backdrop. It's actually a blow-up of his face, divided into four sections, all coming from a separate era in his EPW career. Rocko himself stands with his back to the camera.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
People stop me on the streets, and they ask, "Rocko... what was the most memorable match in Empire Pro of all time?"
You know what I tell them?
(He turns to address the camera directly. The beard is growing to that proto-Mike Knox look now. The man needs a razor and stat. Fortunately, the stitching sealing up the now scarred-over gash on his forehead has been removed... making him appear somewhat less disfigured than he has over recent months.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Most people assume the answer is going to be Black Dawn 2008, the night I overcame "Triple X" Sean Stevens to become the EPW World Heavyweight Champion... but no, that's not it. The night I defeated JA and Kin Hiroshi to become Number One Contender to the Title, perhaps? No... not that either.
When I think of the most memorable match in my EPW career, my mind always goes back to the year 2004, in the nation's capital: Aggression Oh-One, the birth of a wrestling empire
(The Four Faces of Rocko Daymon show the change and progression experienced over his tumultuous career. From left to right, first there's the Early Years look, dating back to circa 2004. He looks clean-shaven, wearing his hair long enough to reach his shoulders, looking slightly like a Black Flag-era Henry Rollins.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Of course... the reaction I get when I say that is, "But Rocko... you LOST that night." Believe me... I haven't forgotten, all these years later.
That night in D.C., I met the future World Champ Christian Sands in the ring. At the time we were veteran athletes, still in the prime of our careers, with a natural good guy versus bad guy animosity... all the makings of a great match. Naturally, it was a tough contest, and in the end... well, luck got the best of me. A mere oversight on the part of the referee gave Sands the opportunity to strike when I wasn't looking... and as such, my very first match in Empire Pro ended in defeat and humility.
That's a hard thing to swallow... knowing you have all the drive, determination, and talent to go far and be the best... only to see all your hard-fought efforts just fall short over something completely out of your control. Looking back, I suppose it was a case of the universe giving me a sign of things to come. That night seemed to kick off a curse that's followed me here in Empire Pro ever since.
(The next panel is from a couple years later, the face of the TRUE professional wrestler. The hair's a bit shorter, and he bears the makings of a short but well-groomed beard on his lower jaw.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
I enter the tournament to crown EPW's first World Heavyweight Champion... and the front office decides to give some overrated waste of talent his fifteen minutes of fame by filling the void in the bracket next to my name, only to watch him take his paycheck and walk out the door mere days after he eliminated me.
I try to become the Number One Contender... and a maniac from ten years in my past resurfaces to settle the score, which is still a problem I'm forced to deal with.
I finally strap the title around my waist... and before I even get a chance to defend it, the very jackass I took the belt off of kicks me out of a three-story window, putting me on the bench for nearly a year.
(Daymon grits his teeth, trying to put a clamp on his emotions as he recalls these frustrating memories. After a moment, he releases a defeated sigh.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
I suppose it would be unfair -- not to mention dishonest -- to simply cast the blame on some intangible force we call "luck". After all, I can't stand here and say in all honesty that I'm a perfect man with a perfect track record.
Yet, despite everything that's held me back -- both internal and external -- there have been times in my decade-long professional wrestling career where I've flourished, simply because I refuse to let myself be satisfied. Satisfaction is a feeling for the Christian Sands, the Lindsay Troys, and the JAs of this world, who come, get the results they want, and leave when they realize they have nothing left to fight for.
(The next panel in the backdrop is from two years later, during Rocko Daymon's brief time as World Heavyweight Champion. The hair has been buzzed down to a crew cut and the beard has switched to a goatee.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
I could have retired for good after my own stint with the title... but I wouldn't have been happy with it. Even after I accomplished everything Sands had long ago held above me and everyone else -- winning the World Heavyweight Title -- it did little to calm the tempest storming in my soul.
In my opinion, the greatest and most perseverant professional wrestlers in this industry understand that there is no rest in this business. Through thick and thin, you must always be pressing forward... always hellbent on out-doing that one match that you can't shake from your mind.
At Aggression 1, Christian Sands left the ring with little more than a small ego boost and the always worthless bragging rights... which is nothing compared to the sensation that left with me -- burning desire to make up for my failure. That one loss on my record became the kindling to a fire that has swelled to an all-consuming inferno by today's standards. Six years later, here we are at Aggression 50. Sands is long gone, but me? I'm still around. I fight on... always determined... never satisfied with what I have.
(The last panel is the first glimpse of "The Undying" era after Daymon returned to action from his career-threatening fall. The hair's grown out long enough to be spiked up, and Daymon's beard has grown to a thick and regal stripe lining his chin.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Dan Ryan called me the other day and told me he had a special opponent in mind for me at Empire Pro's hallmark fiftieth televised event. That's when he told me the name of my opponent... a man called "High Flyer."
At first, I was curious to know why my Last Man Standing match has been put off to later... but Dan assured me, this was an opportunity I could not afford to pass up. Whether he actually meant that, or just set me up thinking I was a guaranteed win for a new business investment... I can't really tell.
(He shrugs, indifferently.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Sure... given my last year, many consider this the low point of my career, following what some have called a "downward spiral" ever since my last match with Stevens and JA with the strap on the line. I don't necessarily mind that, however... because I've erased all preconceptions set against me. People expect me to be as rusty as I have been all year. They'll expect me to fail at making my rise back to the top. And, I'm sure there are many who would expect this fresh and popular talent to just steamroll over EPW's answer to a crash test dummy...
Of course... I have a history of defying expectations, and you can bet your ass that those past six years will pale in comparison to what I've done when we're sitting here again at Aggression One Hundred. You can bet I'll still be around even then.
(The current face of Rocko Daymon has longer hair, a longer beard, and a few more scars, but is not without the same intensity that burn in the eyes of the conglomerate mugshot on the wall behind him.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
I'd like to use this time now to speak candidly to my opponent.
Regrettably, High Flyer, I don't really know that much about you. All that I do know comes from overhearing the praise other people talk to you here and there... so I guess you're a legit talent somewhere else.
Empire Pro has a lush history of established stars coming here to expand their presence... so your coming here is welcome. On top of that, the timing of your arrival couldn't have been better, given how much this federation has flourished in the past year alone. I'm sure many people -- myself included -- are interested in seeing what you can offer this federation.
Given your name, I think it's obvious what you do... and I'm sure the fans will get a thrill seeing what you can pull off jumping off a turnbuckle or diving off the apron. Me? I'm more of a "pin you down and punch you until you black out" kind of guy. Not quite as flashy or entertaining, I'm sad to admit, but probably just as effective.
(His face tenses slightly.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
This much I can tell you, High Flyer: plan on coming into that ring with your best, and hope for nothing more than the fans being won over by your high-flying stunts. That much you can control. As to whom walks out of this match with the win, well... you're more than welcome to try, but don't get your hopes up.
Because honestly, I have no problem with ruining your debut. The public is talking about me in a way that makes me think they doubt I can win anymore... and now I think it's high time I pulled my head out of my ass and started fighting to my full potential. With my revenge on Stalker coming soon, it would be quite a boost to momentum and confidence. A big win in a big match at a big event just serve to change my luck for the next year.
It might not be the ideal first experience coming into a new federation, but... as I've already said, I didn't have that kind of luxury when I came to Empire Pro, and I have no reason to believe why you should. If I send you back to the locker room disappointed, then so be it. Maybe that feeling will grow into something more, as it did in me, and in the future, you might have more say in it.
And there will be a future, High Flyer... cause even if I lose every match from here until Aggression 100, I'll still be around then... even if you aren't.
(The backlighting goes out. There's only one face on the screen now -- Rocko Daymon's current face, eyes boring holes into the camera. Then we fade to black.)