AGGRESSION 61: TV TITLE MATCH: Cameron Cruise (c) vs. Adrian Willard
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John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
Fate Has Given You The Chance.
Time marches on. It never stops, it doesn't reverse to change the past. It continues to make a future, to make destiny. We can move with time, taking the next day forward, or live in the past, and hope the results repeat. Hope is highly overrated.
FADE IN...
Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A mere eight hour drive from the Windy City, we are panning the lobby of the Cambridge Suites Hotel. Sitting at the hotel lobby bar is none other than Adrian Willard. He sits in a blue silk dress shirt, yellow tie, black dress pants. Sipping on an Old Fashion, he turns gently to the camera setting his drink down on the counter top.
When I was a child growing up in Chicago I never bullied other children. I found the concept repulsive. The finger pointing, the laughing, teasing, and out-casting. As I grew up and became more involved in the street life all those childhood beliefs went out the window.
If I look back on it the biggest thing that irked me, that dug into my skin was the 'I told you so'. That smart mouthed person who was right and you were wrong. That had to stick your face in it, make you say that you were wrong.
I am not that sort of man, I am not the sort of person that will beat the horse to death. But Cameron at Aggression Sixty I went out and proved what I wanted to prove. I did what I said I would do and through the thick of that battle when it changed in your favor fate had a different plan in store for me.
But I told you the week before that was last week when you discussed Astros. Thus, I provide for you the same courtesy. That was last week.
Last week you came out on the bottom.
Last week you were pinned by me.
Last week you claimed I didn't have what it takes to beat you.
Last week you called Donovan Astros a better opponent than I.
But this week Cameron we sit on a level playing field. You doubted me, I proved you wrong.
There is one thing however that changes this week at Aggression Sixty-One, your title is on the line. That is all that will change. Your belt that you hold to such a high esteem is finally being put to the test against an opponent that is at the same level with you. An opponent that bested you, an opponent that you will now need to review and have a new game plan for.
And as you plan your new strategy to succeed in defending your title, I will be doing the same. Finding a new game plan to strip it from you, to put that belt on an honest waist.
I know that I told you I didn't want your title, I know you will come out here and call me a hypocrite for signing the contract for taking this match, challenging for your title.
Look at it in my position, why not kick the dog while it is down. I am not saying that you need to be kicked while you are down but you need to be humbled.
Last week was the eye opener, this week is the life changer.
I told you that your stocks were worthless in that ring, that your titles wouldn't assist you in beating me.
I stated that you squander your talents away, that you are being complacent.
At Toronto, Cameron, I want you to think about what happened last week how you came in that ring not humbling it, not respecting this business, treating it like a whore and abusing it.
And it responded with the greatest response ever, it responded by turning its back to you. It responded by turning against your word.
Fate decided to try and humble you, it is your time to realize it and accept it.
At Aggression Sixty-One take all that into play and come out with a new vision Cameron. Come out with something different.
I WANT you to be BETTER than you were at Aggression Sixty.
Train harder, train longer.
Hold your chin up and tell us how you put 100% effort last week in trying to defeat me.
However, this week I want 110%. I want you to treat this match like it is for EVERYTHING.
For when fate deals the cards and puts you in the same position as it did last week you will KNOW you gave it your all. I gave it my all last week, put my heart in that match and pushed beyond my own known strengths to pull that win.
Don't start talking about how last week was luck or a fluke and how you came close to besting me, that you almost had me pinned.
Almost isn't good enough, almost doesn't give you wins.
If almost winning was good enough for anything then we would have almost beat Hitler.
Cameron, I am not going to sit here like previous opponents and rant on how I already beat you and you are not a challenge because you are, every opponent is. Nothing separates you from Rich Mahogany, Copycat, or Steven Shane.
Anyone can best anyone on any given night.
I am not going to say I am better or that I know I will win, even if I do believe these things. I am not going to sit here and barrage you with your loss to me at Aggression Sixty, as I told you everything is fate and we don't know where the dice of life will roll.
As it was last week, it's been envisioned, Cameron.
Snake eyes.
FADEOUT
Time marches on. It never stops, it doesn't reverse to change the past. It continues to make a future, to make destiny. We can move with time, taking the next day forward, or live in the past, and hope the results repeat. Hope is highly overrated.
FADE IN...
Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A mere eight hour drive from the Windy City, we are panning the lobby of the Cambridge Suites Hotel. Sitting at the hotel lobby bar is none other than Adrian Willard. He sits in a blue silk dress shirt, yellow tie, black dress pants. Sipping on an Old Fashion, he turns gently to the camera setting his drink down on the counter top.
When I was a child growing up in Chicago I never bullied other children. I found the concept repulsive. The finger pointing, the laughing, teasing, and out-casting. As I grew up and became more involved in the street life all those childhood beliefs went out the window.
If I look back on it the biggest thing that irked me, that dug into my skin was the 'I told you so'. That smart mouthed person who was right and you were wrong. That had to stick your face in it, make you say that you were wrong.
I am not that sort of man, I am not the sort of person that will beat the horse to death. But Cameron at Aggression Sixty I went out and proved what I wanted to prove. I did what I said I would do and through the thick of that battle when it changed in your favor fate had a different plan in store for me.
But I told you the week before that was last week when you discussed Astros. Thus, I provide for you the same courtesy. That was last week.
Last week you came out on the bottom.
Last week you were pinned by me.
Last week you claimed I didn't have what it takes to beat you.
Last week you called Donovan Astros a better opponent than I.
But this week Cameron we sit on a level playing field. You doubted me, I proved you wrong.
There is one thing however that changes this week at Aggression Sixty-One, your title is on the line. That is all that will change. Your belt that you hold to such a high esteem is finally being put to the test against an opponent that is at the same level with you. An opponent that bested you, an opponent that you will now need to review and have a new game plan for.
And as you plan your new strategy to succeed in defending your title, I will be doing the same. Finding a new game plan to strip it from you, to put that belt on an honest waist.
I know that I told you I didn't want your title, I know you will come out here and call me a hypocrite for signing the contract for taking this match, challenging for your title.
Look at it in my position, why not kick the dog while it is down. I am not saying that you need to be kicked while you are down but you need to be humbled.
Last week was the eye opener, this week is the life changer.
I told you that your stocks were worthless in that ring, that your titles wouldn't assist you in beating me.
I stated that you squander your talents away, that you are being complacent.
At Toronto, Cameron, I want you to think about what happened last week how you came in that ring not humbling it, not respecting this business, treating it like a whore and abusing it.
And it responded with the greatest response ever, it responded by turning its back to you. It responded by turning against your word.
Fate decided to try and humble you, it is your time to realize it and accept it.
At Aggression Sixty-One take all that into play and come out with a new vision Cameron. Come out with something different.
I WANT you to be BETTER than you were at Aggression Sixty.
Train harder, train longer.
Hold your chin up and tell us how you put 100% effort last week in trying to defeat me.
However, this week I want 110%. I want you to treat this match like it is for EVERYTHING.
For when fate deals the cards and puts you in the same position as it did last week you will KNOW you gave it your all. I gave it my all last week, put my heart in that match and pushed beyond my own known strengths to pull that win.
Don't start talking about how last week was luck or a fluke and how you came close to besting me, that you almost had me pinned.
Almost isn't good enough, almost doesn't give you wins.
If almost winning was good enough for anything then we would have almost beat Hitler.
Cameron, I am not going to sit here like previous opponents and rant on how I already beat you and you are not a challenge because you are, every opponent is. Nothing separates you from Rich Mahogany, Copycat, or Steven Shane.
Anyone can best anyone on any given night.
I am not going to say I am better or that I know I will win, even if I do believe these things. I am not going to sit here and barrage you with your loss to me at Aggression Sixty, as I told you everything is fate and we don't know where the dice of life will roll.
As it was last week, it's been envisioned, Cameron.
Snake eyes.
FADEOUT
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TSiegel
I spoil things.
Fate is a Shake Weight Model, with only one strong arm. And that's disgusting.
"Adrian, you're entire LIFE is a FLUKE, though I gotta admit...maybe there IS something we can agree on after all."
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise on the mound in the Toronto Skydome, dressed in a Philadelphia Phillies' Mitch Williams' Jersey detailed so much, it's like we've gone back in time 18 years. That is...if Cruise wasn't holding the Empire Pro Wrestling Television Championship over his shoulder.)
CRUISE: Everyone seems to think I can't come out and do everything I say I can do. Except, everyone else is just as guilty if not worse for trying to accuse me of a fallacy.
Ozzie Guillen swore he'd stay in Chicago for his managerial career, but he's currently going home to a new office in Florida for the Marlins. Bud Selig won't let Mark Cuban buy the Dodgers but he'll allow someone else sell the team at their leisure, even after getting caught embezzling money that wasn't free to spend.
Baseball Umpires at this level of Professional Sports can't even keep track of a simple PITCH COUNT, but what's even worse is that THIS wretched excuse for an Organization couldn't even speak up to help. I know what you're thinking though...it was only ONE at-bat...it's not like they missed a call that affected a perfect game in some worthless city like Detroit or something...OH WAIT.
(Cruise snaps his fingers in a mocking fashion.)
CRUISE (Sarcastically): I stand corrected.
Then there's Tom Brady, who lies to the media...which really...if you're Tom Brady, why would you do something like that, especially when you have a wife that won't "allow" a haircut to happen for over a year?? This is a guy that almost made HISTORY in the NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE that until the final quarter of the biggest game of a player's career....THE SUPER BOWL.
And now look where things are.
Eli Manning STILL presides in Peyton's shadow, despite the fact that both Manning's have a Super Bowl ring.
The man that caught the touchdown pass that ULTIMATELY won the game...got thrown in Jail for quite sometime after shooting HIMSELF in the leg.
The man that CAUGHT the pass to cause quite possibly the biggest upset of that year...doesn't even play for the Giants at this point, let alone even has a JOB.
And all the decisions made up to that point was because of Tom Brady...and the man can't even tell the truth to the MEDIA.
And he STILL...thinks that that game was a FLUKE.
Speaking of which...then there's Adrian Willard.
(Cruise claps sarcastically.)
You're not the one that will beat a horse to death?? That's interesting...barely on my account, much more for a therapist, but nevertheless...the little part that struck me??
Dan Ryan doesn't sign athletes that still bring childhood issues to the company on account of the fact that he's still trying to keep the animals at bay that brought him the Russian-Crazy-Bitch and Boogie Smallz.
What's even better than THAT from what I'm told, you're a couple years past being able to LEGALLY drinking in a bar and you sit there with an OLD FASHIONED??
Newsflash, Willard, this isn't the latter part of the Forties, it's Two-Thousand-Eleven, and you're not Sixty-Eight, hell...you're not even THIRTY. Beer and shots are the preferred alcoholic beverage of choice, and trust me when I tell you this...especially because I'm almost fifteen years your better...it's the more masculine.
However, you still managed despite protest, to get a three-count.
Bravo, I'll be sure to have Lesbian send you a box of cookies you can eat while you sit there and wonder what dirty deed Casey Anthony is up to while you watch the "Michael Jackson's Doctor Trial".
But the thing is...you said it yourself....
(Cruise pinches his nose shut with his forefinger and thumb and tilts his head upward, again in sarcasm.)
"I have no interest in your feeble Intercontinental Title, Cameron. It's a piece of sh-t for men like Donovan Astros, up and commers. So, keep it, I have no want, desire, or NEED to contend for that belt."
Which CLEARLY...
(Cruise nods toward the title and smirks)
Since you can't tell that this is the TELEVISION Championship, then perhaps you need another thorough examination to prove you have more luck than the Oakland Raiders, I'm just saying.
But at least we can agree on one thing: Hope is highly overrated.
Last week you were thrown a bone, Willard, because you DON'T have what it takes to beat me, at least not when it counts that is.
You're whole life is a fluke, Willard, all the way back to nine months before you were even CONCEIVED, your father got up off your mother and swore that that one condom breaking didn't mean anything, that he still pulled out.
But yet here you are...a grown-up sperm that beat out a million other sperm. Some twenty-something years and nine months later...and he can't even so much as to send you a POSTCARD.
Bet that makes mama proud, eh??
But to answer your weak statements...
You're damn right Donovan Astros is better than you.
You're damn right I'm better than you.
Donovan is a proven Champion several times over as is myself, hell, even you pointed that out before I could even say anything last week when you gave me MY resume listing of just what I've accomplished over the years.
But just like your entire existence Willard, what happened at Aggression Sixty is about par for the course for a kid like you.
Somehow, someway you manage to pull off a victory, beit a praying before the match, to God, Allah, Odin, the Garfield Troll doll you have on chained to a zipper on your gear bag....ya know, the same thing that caused the Lions and Bills to be so great so far and what Al Davis does every game on Sundays.
It certainly can't be skill, I mean look atcha...your GENETIC BODY MAKEUP screams that you, just like the rest of them...all suck.
But that's what you do, Willard.
You step out of your boundaries and get slapped like the bitch you're meant to be, and sent home, WITHOUT a title to put around your waist, at least not unless it's got pink glitter and frilly feathers and smells like masingill air-freshner.
If the stocks I hold in the Championships YOU listed of MY resume wouldn't help me in the ring, then Willard what use was it on your part to REPEATEDLY bring them up??
You think I squander my talents but yet fifteen years later after I started excelling at what I do...I'm STILL winning titles, titles that you seem to think are insignificant but just can't seem to pass up.
I'll say it again.
I didn't just win this title, I TOOK it.
Why?? To prove a point, and that's because I COULD.
You don't want me to be 110% Willard, because YOU above all people know what I can do at that point.
Hell, you've pronounced it to the world like it's something they should know...
I BROKE YOU LIKE THE TOY YOU ARE.
You're a child in a grown-up world, Willard, the type that will sit there and watch and listen while all the big boys talk and when they leave...go take crayons to a freshly painted white wall.
Wrong, and in need of a whipping.
You can have the small victories, Willard, because that's all you have to go on.
"Almost isn't good enough, almost doesn't give you wins."
That's why I've got a set of different types of Gold on my mantle, including the one around my waist and you...well...
Just like that ol' mudder-hubbard...you looked in the cupboard...
And you've got NONE.
The funny thing about me, Willard, is that THIS...
(Cruise holds up the EPW TV title for a second before putting it back on his shoulder.)
This separates me from everyone else.
This says that I'm one of the best in this company, and for guys like you...one of the best in the business.
Sure...anyone COULD beat anyone.
But I'm not just anyone, Willard.
I'm the Empire Pro Television Champion.
However, as I said previously, we can agree on one thing Willard...because I AM a reasonable man.
Hope IS overrated.
For YOU.
FADEOUT
"Adrian, you're entire LIFE is a FLUKE, though I gotta admit...maybe there IS something we can agree on after all."
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise on the mound in the Toronto Skydome, dressed in a Philadelphia Phillies' Mitch Williams' Jersey detailed so much, it's like we've gone back in time 18 years. That is...if Cruise wasn't holding the Empire Pro Wrestling Television Championship over his shoulder.)
CRUISE: Everyone seems to think I can't come out and do everything I say I can do. Except, everyone else is just as guilty if not worse for trying to accuse me of a fallacy.
Ozzie Guillen swore he'd stay in Chicago for his managerial career, but he's currently going home to a new office in Florida for the Marlins. Bud Selig won't let Mark Cuban buy the Dodgers but he'll allow someone else sell the team at their leisure, even after getting caught embezzling money that wasn't free to spend.
Baseball Umpires at this level of Professional Sports can't even keep track of a simple PITCH COUNT, but what's even worse is that THIS wretched excuse for an Organization couldn't even speak up to help. I know what you're thinking though...it was only ONE at-bat...it's not like they missed a call that affected a perfect game in some worthless city like Detroit or something...OH WAIT.
(Cruise snaps his fingers in a mocking fashion.)
CRUISE (Sarcastically): I stand corrected.
Then there's Tom Brady, who lies to the media...which really...if you're Tom Brady, why would you do something like that, especially when you have a wife that won't "allow" a haircut to happen for over a year?? This is a guy that almost made HISTORY in the NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE that until the final quarter of the biggest game of a player's career....THE SUPER BOWL.
And now look where things are.
Eli Manning STILL presides in Peyton's shadow, despite the fact that both Manning's have a Super Bowl ring.
The man that caught the touchdown pass that ULTIMATELY won the game...got thrown in Jail for quite sometime after shooting HIMSELF in the leg.
The man that CAUGHT the pass to cause quite possibly the biggest upset of that year...doesn't even play for the Giants at this point, let alone even has a JOB.
And all the decisions made up to that point was because of Tom Brady...and the man can't even tell the truth to the MEDIA.
And he STILL...thinks that that game was a FLUKE.
Speaking of which...then there's Adrian Willard.
(Cruise claps sarcastically.)
You're not the one that will beat a horse to death?? That's interesting...barely on my account, much more for a therapist, but nevertheless...the little part that struck me??
Dan Ryan doesn't sign athletes that still bring childhood issues to the company on account of the fact that he's still trying to keep the animals at bay that brought him the Russian-Crazy-Bitch and Boogie Smallz.
What's even better than THAT from what I'm told, you're a couple years past being able to LEGALLY drinking in a bar and you sit there with an OLD FASHIONED??
Newsflash, Willard, this isn't the latter part of the Forties, it's Two-Thousand-Eleven, and you're not Sixty-Eight, hell...you're not even THIRTY. Beer and shots are the preferred alcoholic beverage of choice, and trust me when I tell you this...especially because I'm almost fifteen years your better...it's the more masculine.
However, you still managed despite protest, to get a three-count.
Bravo, I'll be sure to have Lesbian send you a box of cookies you can eat while you sit there and wonder what dirty deed Casey Anthony is up to while you watch the "Michael Jackson's Doctor Trial".
But the thing is...you said it yourself....
(Cruise pinches his nose shut with his forefinger and thumb and tilts his head upward, again in sarcasm.)
"I have no interest in your feeble Intercontinental Title, Cameron. It's a piece of sh-t for men like Donovan Astros, up and commers. So, keep it, I have no want, desire, or NEED to contend for that belt."
Which CLEARLY...
(Cruise nods toward the title and smirks)
Since you can't tell that this is the TELEVISION Championship, then perhaps you need another thorough examination to prove you have more luck than the Oakland Raiders, I'm just saying.
But at least we can agree on one thing: Hope is highly overrated.
Last week you were thrown a bone, Willard, because you DON'T have what it takes to beat me, at least not when it counts that is.
You're whole life is a fluke, Willard, all the way back to nine months before you were even CONCEIVED, your father got up off your mother and swore that that one condom breaking didn't mean anything, that he still pulled out.
But yet here you are...a grown-up sperm that beat out a million other sperm. Some twenty-something years and nine months later...and he can't even so much as to send you a POSTCARD.
Bet that makes mama proud, eh??
But to answer your weak statements...
You're damn right Donovan Astros is better than you.
You're damn right I'm better than you.
Donovan is a proven Champion several times over as is myself, hell, even you pointed that out before I could even say anything last week when you gave me MY resume listing of just what I've accomplished over the years.
But just like your entire existence Willard, what happened at Aggression Sixty is about par for the course for a kid like you.
Somehow, someway you manage to pull off a victory, beit a praying before the match, to God, Allah, Odin, the Garfield Troll doll you have on chained to a zipper on your gear bag....ya know, the same thing that caused the Lions and Bills to be so great so far and what Al Davis does every game on Sundays.
It certainly can't be skill, I mean look atcha...your GENETIC BODY MAKEUP screams that you, just like the rest of them...all suck.
But that's what you do, Willard.
You step out of your boundaries and get slapped like the bitch you're meant to be, and sent home, WITHOUT a title to put around your waist, at least not unless it's got pink glitter and frilly feathers and smells like masingill air-freshner.
If the stocks I hold in the Championships YOU listed of MY resume wouldn't help me in the ring, then Willard what use was it on your part to REPEATEDLY bring them up??
You think I squander my talents but yet fifteen years later after I started excelling at what I do...I'm STILL winning titles, titles that you seem to think are insignificant but just can't seem to pass up.
I'll say it again.
I didn't just win this title, I TOOK it.
Why?? To prove a point, and that's because I COULD.
You don't want me to be 110% Willard, because YOU above all people know what I can do at that point.
Hell, you've pronounced it to the world like it's something they should know...
I BROKE YOU LIKE THE TOY YOU ARE.
You're a child in a grown-up world, Willard, the type that will sit there and watch and listen while all the big boys talk and when they leave...go take crayons to a freshly painted white wall.
Wrong, and in need of a whipping.
You can have the small victories, Willard, because that's all you have to go on.
"Almost isn't good enough, almost doesn't give you wins."
That's why I've got a set of different types of Gold on my mantle, including the one around my waist and you...well...
Just like that ol' mudder-hubbard...you looked in the cupboard...
And you've got NONE.
The funny thing about me, Willard, is that THIS...
(Cruise holds up the EPW TV title for a second before putting it back on his shoulder.)
This separates me from everyone else.
This says that I'm one of the best in this company, and for guys like you...one of the best in the business.
Sure...anyone COULD beat anyone.
But I'm not just anyone, Willard.
I'm the Empire Pro Television Champion.
However, as I said previously, we can agree on one thing Willard...because I AM a reasonable man.
Hope IS overrated.
For YOU.
FADEOUT
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John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
You Have No Honor.
It's almost like someone put the record player on repeat. Like an annoying fly that you swat away, yet it comes back, again. So you swat it again, so it comes back until you finally kill it. This week, is your extermination.
FADE IN...
Toronto's underground walkway, PATH. The shopping tremendous and great. We catch Adrian leaning against the glass of a near by shop front, sporting a Testament t-shirt, jeans, and Puma's, he seems very calm. Adrian smiles shaking his head slightly as he begins to talk.
I never thought I would have to go through this with you, Cameron, have to put you into line. I thought I could be a man with you, a professional. I didn't want to do the I told you so, but it's the only way you will listen.
I THOUGHT, I wouldn't have to rewind tape go portion by portion. Hell maybe I just won't have to. The thing that strikes me the most Cameron is this dream you live in.
We all have dreams, ambitions, wants, and even needs. It's when that dream crosses the line to become a delusion that the flag of worry needs to be raised.
Adrian begins to walk down the PATH.
You can talk about baseball, Ozzie Guillen's failed season with the White Sox, as a personal fan of them I wasn't surprised by the move, especially with all the drama with Kenny Williams.
Unlike you Cameron, I am NOT here to talk baseball.
Nor am I here to talk about football.
Or any other sport other than wrestling.
You want to fill the airwaves with garbage just to fill them, you do so. I am here to talk about wrestling, the sport that you FAILED to gain a win in last week.
I am here to talk about you verses I at Aggression Sixty-One.
Now, I don't know where you believe anyone said you can't come out and do what you say you can do. You put up a hard fought battle last week, Cameron. You said you would do that, you however didn't win as you said you would.
He stops to look at some clothes, window shopping.
Hey, we can't ALWAYS be right.
You more wrong than others, which makes you a joke in the locker room. But we aren't here to talk about the punch line of a joke. WE are here, I AM HERE, to explain to you something that you so seemingly like to blur.
Last week, may you call it a fluke, a mistake, an error in judgment, HOWEVER you want to call it, you still LOST.
May it be that a child in the front row shot a laser pointer in your left eye, Cameron, you STILL LOST.
I don't care what sports analogies you wish to toss at me, you are not Tom Brady, you're not any example that you gave regarding sports.
You are in a competitive sport. This is wrestling Cameron, this isn't football with flags and this isn't baseball with outside balls called as strikes. This is wrestling, how you wrestle and how you attempt to make your next move is up to you.
All you have done as you did last week is try and attack me personally. Try and blur any line you can, cheap shots, and cheap jokes.
Forgetting you are not a jester, well you are, but not in the way you think you are.
This match, Cameron, isn't about me drinking an Old Fashion, or a Giblet, or a Gin and Tonic.
This match isn't about my childhood.
This match isn't about who Dan Ryan signs, about Boogie Smallz, or if your left testicle decided to finally descend.
This match is about you, me, and that piece of gold that sits LOOSELY around your waist. Barely holding on before it transitions to ME.
However you want to look at it, however you COPE with having your shoulders put to that mat last week is up to you.
But they were still on that mat.
I don't expect you to get that, I don't expect you to wrap your mind on this particular issue. Hell, I already explained everything I needed to explain less than twenty-four hours ago, give or take.
I told you why I am TAKING that belt from you. I told you why I am going to beat you, again.
Because you aren't humble, you aren't one to understand.
You'd rather wash your lines from last week, the same cheap lines, and reuse them.
You are unoriginal.
You DON'T try. Hence why you came up short, hence why you couldn't pull out with a win.
I wasn't thrown a bone Cameron, it's clear and precise what happened.
Fate decided to change hands, I was beating you left, right, and center. You got an upper hand. FATE gave you an opportunity to beat me.
Instead of looking to see if my leg was on the rope, instead of THINKING, you went right to a pin.
That isn't luck, that is YOUR error. That is your stupidity and squandering of talent.
Apparently you aren't as ring aware as I thought you were.
As I told you, ALMOST isn't good enough.
On top of that Cameron, if I didn't have what it 'takes' to beat you, I wouldn't have done it last week.
But like I said, that was last week.
This week, new story. New drawing board, Cameron, one that can give you change and redemption.
Not by beating me, but by finding salvation in the ring, going back to your roots that are tainted by self indulgence.
All you see is that belt around your waist, you aren't thirsty nor strive for gold, you beat men below you, build their name so they SEEM equal.
If you want to talk about your fallacies, there is one staring you right in the face.
But you are too blind to see it, hell, too naive.
As much as you want to believe it Cameron, as much as you THINK you broke me as a toy, you didn't. When a toy breaks its done, you didn't finish me off. You didn't put me out.
Broke me as a toy? You barely pulled the head off the barbie doll.
You barely worked me over, but just enough to pull your famous Reality Check. The enders of all enders.
And it wasn't one Cameron...
You hit two of them.
And you STILL COULDN'T PUT ME OUT.
But hey, you “broke me like a toy”
Mocking clap with a laugh as he continues his walk.
You Cameron Cruise, are pathetic. I said it last week, I will say it every time your name rolls off my tongue.
The mantle of titles don't mean anything, they have NOTHING to do with last week. Almost beating me last week is invalid.
It isn't good enough.
That's why it is almost. You came close, but not close enough, almost doesn't give you wins Cameron, barely does, but not almost.
You can't have a mantle full of titles for almost winning, there is NO SECOND PLACE.
I am not here to give you an English lecture.
I am here to give you a schooling in wrestling, again.
That title doesn't separate you from anyone, it makes you equal, that was proven with your loss. That you like every other wrestler are human and make mistakes. Those mistakes cost you wins, they are mistakes you will continue to make.
Because you have no respect, because you have no honor. You are too proud of yourself to understand improvement, to want ULTIMATE SUCCESS.
And that is not measured by titles, money, or your winning percentage.
The faster you see this the faster I will believe that you can be the Cameron Cruise of old that won the Presidential Title in CSWA.
But as of right now, you are barely scratching the surface.
As long as that trend continues, as it has time and time again, then your fall is imminent.
That title is going around my waist and there ISN'T a damn thing you can do about it.
Fear what you can't prevent, Cameron. But honor it to grow from it.
It's been envisioned.
FADE OUT.
It's almost like someone put the record player on repeat. Like an annoying fly that you swat away, yet it comes back, again. So you swat it again, so it comes back until you finally kill it. This week, is your extermination.
FADE IN...
Toronto's underground walkway, PATH. The shopping tremendous and great. We catch Adrian leaning against the glass of a near by shop front, sporting a Testament t-shirt, jeans, and Puma's, he seems very calm. Adrian smiles shaking his head slightly as he begins to talk.
I never thought I would have to go through this with you, Cameron, have to put you into line. I thought I could be a man with you, a professional. I didn't want to do the I told you so, but it's the only way you will listen.
I THOUGHT, I wouldn't have to rewind tape go portion by portion. Hell maybe I just won't have to. The thing that strikes me the most Cameron is this dream you live in.
We all have dreams, ambitions, wants, and even needs. It's when that dream crosses the line to become a delusion that the flag of worry needs to be raised.
Adrian begins to walk down the PATH.
You can talk about baseball, Ozzie Guillen's failed season with the White Sox, as a personal fan of them I wasn't surprised by the move, especially with all the drama with Kenny Williams.
Unlike you Cameron, I am NOT here to talk baseball.
Nor am I here to talk about football.
Or any other sport other than wrestling.
You want to fill the airwaves with garbage just to fill them, you do so. I am here to talk about wrestling, the sport that you FAILED to gain a win in last week.
I am here to talk about you verses I at Aggression Sixty-One.
Now, I don't know where you believe anyone said you can't come out and do what you say you can do. You put up a hard fought battle last week, Cameron. You said you would do that, you however didn't win as you said you would.
He stops to look at some clothes, window shopping.
Hey, we can't ALWAYS be right.
You more wrong than others, which makes you a joke in the locker room. But we aren't here to talk about the punch line of a joke. WE are here, I AM HERE, to explain to you something that you so seemingly like to blur.
Last week, may you call it a fluke, a mistake, an error in judgment, HOWEVER you want to call it, you still LOST.
May it be that a child in the front row shot a laser pointer in your left eye, Cameron, you STILL LOST.
I don't care what sports analogies you wish to toss at me, you are not Tom Brady, you're not any example that you gave regarding sports.
You are in a competitive sport. This is wrestling Cameron, this isn't football with flags and this isn't baseball with outside balls called as strikes. This is wrestling, how you wrestle and how you attempt to make your next move is up to you.
All you have done as you did last week is try and attack me personally. Try and blur any line you can, cheap shots, and cheap jokes.
Forgetting you are not a jester, well you are, but not in the way you think you are.
This match, Cameron, isn't about me drinking an Old Fashion, or a Giblet, or a Gin and Tonic.
This match isn't about my childhood.
This match isn't about who Dan Ryan signs, about Boogie Smallz, or if your left testicle decided to finally descend.
This match is about you, me, and that piece of gold that sits LOOSELY around your waist. Barely holding on before it transitions to ME.
However you want to look at it, however you COPE with having your shoulders put to that mat last week is up to you.
But they were still on that mat.
I don't expect you to get that, I don't expect you to wrap your mind on this particular issue. Hell, I already explained everything I needed to explain less than twenty-four hours ago, give or take.
I told you why I am TAKING that belt from you. I told you why I am going to beat you, again.
Because you aren't humble, you aren't one to understand.
You'd rather wash your lines from last week, the same cheap lines, and reuse them.
You are unoriginal.
You DON'T try. Hence why you came up short, hence why you couldn't pull out with a win.
I wasn't thrown a bone Cameron, it's clear and precise what happened.
Fate decided to change hands, I was beating you left, right, and center. You got an upper hand. FATE gave you an opportunity to beat me.
Instead of looking to see if my leg was on the rope, instead of THINKING, you went right to a pin.
That isn't luck, that is YOUR error. That is your stupidity and squandering of talent.
Apparently you aren't as ring aware as I thought you were.
As I told you, ALMOST isn't good enough.
On top of that Cameron, if I didn't have what it 'takes' to beat you, I wouldn't have done it last week.
But like I said, that was last week.
This week, new story. New drawing board, Cameron, one that can give you change and redemption.
Not by beating me, but by finding salvation in the ring, going back to your roots that are tainted by self indulgence.
All you see is that belt around your waist, you aren't thirsty nor strive for gold, you beat men below you, build their name so they SEEM equal.
If you want to talk about your fallacies, there is one staring you right in the face.
But you are too blind to see it, hell, too naive.
As much as you want to believe it Cameron, as much as you THINK you broke me as a toy, you didn't. When a toy breaks its done, you didn't finish me off. You didn't put me out.
Broke me as a toy? You barely pulled the head off the barbie doll.
You barely worked me over, but just enough to pull your famous Reality Check. The enders of all enders.
And it wasn't one Cameron...
You hit two of them.
And you STILL COULDN'T PUT ME OUT.
But hey, you “broke me like a toy”
Mocking clap with a laugh as he continues his walk.
You Cameron Cruise, are pathetic. I said it last week, I will say it every time your name rolls off my tongue.
The mantle of titles don't mean anything, they have NOTHING to do with last week. Almost beating me last week is invalid.
It isn't good enough.
That's why it is almost. You came close, but not close enough, almost doesn't give you wins Cameron, barely does, but not almost.
You can't have a mantle full of titles for almost winning, there is NO SECOND PLACE.
I am not here to give you an English lecture.
I am here to give you a schooling in wrestling, again.
That title doesn't separate you from anyone, it makes you equal, that was proven with your loss. That you like every other wrestler are human and make mistakes. Those mistakes cost you wins, they are mistakes you will continue to make.
Because you have no respect, because you have no honor. You are too proud of yourself to understand improvement, to want ULTIMATE SUCCESS.
And that is not measured by titles, money, or your winning percentage.
The faster you see this the faster I will believe that you can be the Cameron Cruise of old that won the Presidential Title in CSWA.
But as of right now, you are barely scratching the surface.
As long as that trend continues, as it has time and time again, then your fall is imminent.
That title is going around my waist and there ISN'T a damn thing you can do about it.
Fear what you can't prevent, Cameron. But honor it to grow from it.
It's been envisioned.
FADE OUT.
TSiegel
I spoil things.
And you have no brains.
"Seriously Adrian...you can't be THAT stupid. I mean...you don't think about what you say before it comes out of your mouth, right? Right??"
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in Toronto, with CN Tower beaming proudly in the backround, an Black EPW T-shirt on, the logo in white-blocked lettering, blue jeans and matching Anarchy-Style Shades. Holding the Empire Pro Television Champions over his right shoulder, Cruise smiles and shakes his head.)
CRUISE: I mean...look at yourself.
You say you never thought you would have to go through what you have so far with me, but that's just it, isn't it kid?
YOU DON'T THINK.
YOU ARE NOT A MAN.
You spout this and that about dreams and ambitions and yadda, yadda, yadda, while I drink a glass of orange juice, but that's all you really have.
DREAMS.
AMBITIONS.
YADDA, YADDA, YADDA.
ORANGE JUICE.
For almost fifteen years I've spent time in the ring winning titles, competitions, just about any kind of match there is while kicking ass and yes...even getting my ass kicked.
Fifteen years ago you were barely aware you had a PENIS.
Hell, son I've got SPARRING PARTNERS that have had more ringtime than you do, and unlike you...they know when to keep their mouths shut, when to open them, and to ask how high after TELL THEM HOW HIGH.
But since I'm mandated to make you illustrate the stupidity you let spill out of that dumpster you thinkn you call a mouth....which is fairly easy to see since you added to it by saying you're a white sox fan...
(The Camera cuts in for a quick close up.)
CRUISE: Which really is about as bad as thinking that Carlos Zambrano deserves to be CALLED a "Professional"...lord knows the Cubs couldn't get any worse but in these times I really wouldn't be surprised. Ozzie Guillen was a drama-magnetic for an otherwise SHITFILLED CITY, that last I checked...really hasn't been anything since Michael Jordan left.
And that goes for EVERY time he retired.
But nevertheless, I'm not here to talk about Baseball, hell, I'm not even here to talk about football.
I mean, I only mentioned them at length prior because I needed a metaphor for how much of a shit excuse you are for a wrestler, but hey...anyone could see that from a mile away.
That is...anyone 'cept you anyway.
See you seem to think that EPW was the only company to have me compete in last week, but yet, you don't know about the other "Cameron Cruise"-fans that had me fly out to compete in or sign autographs for.
Hell, what you don't know about me I can just about fill the Grand fucking Canyon with, but that's beside the point.
The point is that you seem to think that that match we had last week was the only thing going with in my "To Do List" that week, that kicking your ass was planning on doing that night.
But naturally, just like the rest of your pathetic life...you'd be wrong.
But believe me when I tell you son, even the sun shines on a dog's ass sometimes.
See, you seem to keep seeing me as a jester or a joke or a punchline and anything less than what I am today and that's your issue...a lackluster one at that, but still...you very well might be the only one left that thinks that. You're not here to talk about that or the multiple amount of Championships I've attained over the years but yet...
You still managed to bring it up.
You also managed to bring up the fact that you held me to the mat for three seconds, like it's the worst thing ever to happen to me.
I've ACCEPTED it, but like a bad penny...you keep bringing it back.
(Cruise receives a quick close up before whispering and mocking a wink of the eye.)
See, I can make bad analogies too.
I can do that....why?? Oh I dunno...
(Cruise holds up the TV title)
See you'd be able to see THAT from MY point of view, but as I've tried to hammer effortlessly into your brain...you've never been a champion. Sure, you've done your little rolling around on the mats with the other rug rats, but that isn't I'm talking about, Willard.
I'm talking about wrestling as a PROFESSIONAL.
See, PROFESSIONALLY...I've been winning for the better part of fifteen years, and I keep getting better at it, albeit sure...it's subjective....but that's ONE MATCH compared to oh...I dunno...
(Cruise holds up the TV title again)
CRUISE: Competing in and winning a whooooolllllleee bunch of these.
Sure, my license may read "Cameron Cruise", but to guys like YOU....ROOKIES like you...
I'm not just Tom Brady, hell, I'm the heir to the fucking throne in England, not the Jester to entertain it.
Because it's a JOKE to think that you're better than I am, when you've neither the skill status or even the experience to do it CONVINCINGLY.
And that's the problem, Willard.
You're hard pressed to make a believer out of anyone because you've never DONE anything until now to make a person NOTICE.
Until then...you've just been and will forever be a fly on the wall, in the backround.
Myself??
Earlier you called me a Jester...and again...that's fine.
(Cruise stops smiling and holds up the EPW TV title again)
But I'm the Jester who's standing in front of you, the Empire Pro Television Champion, a man who's done things you can only WISH you could do, gone places that you only WISH you've been to...and I'm telling you right now....
This is MY title, and I don't care if I have to pull your pants into a wedgie, put you into a front facelock and give you a wet-willie, or even hide out at ringside and trip you as you go by to enter the ring so I can point and laugh...
If you want someone to have you played out as a chump, I can DO that...it's not what I'm PAID to do but I can surely accommodate the needy.
It's nothing new to me, but 'tis the life of the blue collar World-Television Champion.
And that's why I TOOK this title, Willard.
So I can prove to everyone that I maynot be perfect...but when it comes to defending material like this at times...LIKE THIS...
They can count on me to come out on top, not someone who CLAIMS they will...and then doesn't.
Sounds like someone very familiar, doncha think??
No Willard...this isn't about a Gin and Tonic or an Old Fashioned because I'd probably crack it over your head right now, seeing as you missed the subtle-hint there too.
This isn't about your childhood, though if I WAS your father, I'd probably crack you five across the eyes for acting the way that you do...but that's another issue entirely.
You think I use the same cheap lines over again and that's okay...YOU CAN DO THAT.
I'm a rather strong believer in the sense that "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." or "if it works, don't screw with it", and that sort of thing.
You may THINK I'm unoriginal, and that's up to you, but that's still MY deal, and believe me when I've TRIED to tell you...
(Cruise holds up the TV title again)
It works just fine.
Don't come at me with "Hence this" and "Thus that" like you're some kinda English major when you've never even passed of the things you could do there that OTHER people can do.
I'm almost fifteen years older than you son, as far as I'm concerned I'd SLAP YOU, for your not respecting your elders, not acknowledging your betters.
As far as me not breaking you...tisk, tisk, tisk...
Really Adrian....I didn't put you out on the shelf??
I've got VISUAL-AND-VIABLE-EVIDENCE that proves that I did, why would you sit there and lie??
Not every toy is finished when it's broke, Willard.
Trust me son, the skills that I have, I can downright END you...but I'm not that type of a person.
Beat you...sure.
Put you out on the shelf....I can...and I did.
But I won't take you out for good, there's no point to it after that.
The funny thing is...you calling yourself a barbie doll not only proves one point, but usually when the head is removed from a doll or an ACTION....FIGURE...that's it.
That particular TOY...will never be the same again.
(Cruise starts taking a walk toward CN Tower, taking off his shades a moment before tucking them away in a pocket.)
And you call B]ME[/B] pathetic, tisk, tisk, tisk.
You're damn right, you're a hypocrite Willard.
Yadda, yadda, yadda about this and that and about how they don't give titles for "almost winning".
But YOU WOULD be the one to know about that, wouldn't you, Adrian??
You claim I make mistakes that cost me wins, but the thing is...you have to KNOW what it's like to win FIRST, before you can realize that you MADE a mistake.
And you in particular...have an issue with that.
The Cameron Cruise that won the A1E World Heavyweight title is alot more skillfull than Cameron Cruise that won the CSWA Presidential title, but as I plainly said before...hell, as YOU have said before...
I'm not here to talk about titles I've won in the past.
But I can certainly wrap your mind around what I can do to you in the imminent FUTURE, because you above all people KNOW IT; of COURSE I can do something to stop you.
The question is...how much??
The answer??
You could always cheat and find out with that "vision-crap", but where's the fun in that??
I guess you'll find out this week, won't you??
FADEOUT
"Seriously Adrian...you can't be THAT stupid. I mean...you don't think about what you say before it comes out of your mouth, right? Right??"
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in Toronto, with CN Tower beaming proudly in the backround, an Black EPW T-shirt on, the logo in white-blocked lettering, blue jeans and matching Anarchy-Style Shades. Holding the Empire Pro Television Champions over his right shoulder, Cruise smiles and shakes his head.)
CRUISE: I mean...look at yourself.
You say you never thought you would have to go through what you have so far with me, but that's just it, isn't it kid?
YOU DON'T THINK.
YOU ARE NOT A MAN.
You spout this and that about dreams and ambitions and yadda, yadda, yadda, while I drink a glass of orange juice, but that's all you really have.
DREAMS.
AMBITIONS.
YADDA, YADDA, YADDA.
ORANGE JUICE.
For almost fifteen years I've spent time in the ring winning titles, competitions, just about any kind of match there is while kicking ass and yes...even getting my ass kicked.
Fifteen years ago you were barely aware you had a PENIS.
Hell, son I've got SPARRING PARTNERS that have had more ringtime than you do, and unlike you...they know when to keep their mouths shut, when to open them, and to ask how high after TELL THEM HOW HIGH.
But since I'm mandated to make you illustrate the stupidity you let spill out of that dumpster you thinkn you call a mouth....which is fairly easy to see since you added to it by saying you're a white sox fan...
(The Camera cuts in for a quick close up.)
CRUISE: Which really is about as bad as thinking that Carlos Zambrano deserves to be CALLED a "Professional"...lord knows the Cubs couldn't get any worse but in these times I really wouldn't be surprised. Ozzie Guillen was a drama-magnetic for an otherwise SHITFILLED CITY, that last I checked...really hasn't been anything since Michael Jordan left.
And that goes for EVERY time he retired.
But nevertheless, I'm not here to talk about Baseball, hell, I'm not even here to talk about football.
I mean, I only mentioned them at length prior because I needed a metaphor for how much of a shit excuse you are for a wrestler, but hey...anyone could see that from a mile away.
That is...anyone 'cept you anyway.
See you seem to think that EPW was the only company to have me compete in last week, but yet, you don't know about the other "Cameron Cruise"-fans that had me fly out to compete in or sign autographs for.
Hell, what you don't know about me I can just about fill the Grand fucking Canyon with, but that's beside the point.
The point is that you seem to think that that match we had last week was the only thing going with in my "To Do List" that week, that kicking your ass was planning on doing that night.
But naturally, just like the rest of your pathetic life...you'd be wrong.
But believe me when I tell you son, even the sun shines on a dog's ass sometimes.
See, you seem to keep seeing me as a jester or a joke or a punchline and anything less than what I am today and that's your issue...a lackluster one at that, but still...you very well might be the only one left that thinks that. You're not here to talk about that or the multiple amount of Championships I've attained over the years but yet...
You still managed to bring it up.
You also managed to bring up the fact that you held me to the mat for three seconds, like it's the worst thing ever to happen to me.
I've ACCEPTED it, but like a bad penny...you keep bringing it back.
(Cruise receives a quick close up before whispering and mocking a wink of the eye.)
See, I can make bad analogies too.
I can do that....why?? Oh I dunno...
(Cruise holds up the TV title)
See you'd be able to see THAT from MY point of view, but as I've tried to hammer effortlessly into your brain...you've never been a champion. Sure, you've done your little rolling around on the mats with the other rug rats, but that isn't I'm talking about, Willard.
I'm talking about wrestling as a PROFESSIONAL.
See, PROFESSIONALLY...I've been winning for the better part of fifteen years, and I keep getting better at it, albeit sure...it's subjective....but that's ONE MATCH compared to oh...I dunno...
(Cruise holds up the TV title again)
CRUISE: Competing in and winning a whooooolllllleee bunch of these.
Sure, my license may read "Cameron Cruise", but to guys like YOU....ROOKIES like you...
I'm not just Tom Brady, hell, I'm the heir to the fucking throne in England, not the Jester to entertain it.
Because it's a JOKE to think that you're better than I am, when you've neither the skill status or even the experience to do it CONVINCINGLY.
And that's the problem, Willard.
You're hard pressed to make a believer out of anyone because you've never DONE anything until now to make a person NOTICE.
Until then...you've just been and will forever be a fly on the wall, in the backround.
Myself??
Earlier you called me a Jester...and again...that's fine.
(Cruise stops smiling and holds up the EPW TV title again)
But I'm the Jester who's standing in front of you, the Empire Pro Television Champion, a man who's done things you can only WISH you could do, gone places that you only WISH you've been to...and I'm telling you right now....
This is MY title, and I don't care if I have to pull your pants into a wedgie, put you into a front facelock and give you a wet-willie, or even hide out at ringside and trip you as you go by to enter the ring so I can point and laugh...
If you want someone to have you played out as a chump, I can DO that...it's not what I'm PAID to do but I can surely accommodate the needy.
It's nothing new to me, but 'tis the life of the blue collar World-Television Champion.
And that's why I TOOK this title, Willard.
So I can prove to everyone that I maynot be perfect...but when it comes to defending material like this at times...LIKE THIS...
They can count on me to come out on top, not someone who CLAIMS they will...and then doesn't.
Sounds like someone very familiar, doncha think??
No Willard...this isn't about a Gin and Tonic or an Old Fashioned because I'd probably crack it over your head right now, seeing as you missed the subtle-hint there too.
This isn't about your childhood, though if I WAS your father, I'd probably crack you five across the eyes for acting the way that you do...but that's another issue entirely.
You think I use the same cheap lines over again and that's okay...YOU CAN DO THAT.
I'm a rather strong believer in the sense that "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." or "if it works, don't screw with it", and that sort of thing.
You may THINK I'm unoriginal, and that's up to you, but that's still MY deal, and believe me when I've TRIED to tell you...
(Cruise holds up the TV title again)
It works just fine.
Don't come at me with "Hence this" and "Thus that" like you're some kinda English major when you've never even passed of the things you could do there that OTHER people can do.
I'm almost fifteen years older than you son, as far as I'm concerned I'd SLAP YOU, for your not respecting your elders, not acknowledging your betters.
As far as me not breaking you...tisk, tisk, tisk...
Really Adrian....I didn't put you out on the shelf??
I've got VISUAL-AND-VIABLE-EVIDENCE that proves that I did, why would you sit there and lie??
Not every toy is finished when it's broke, Willard.
Trust me son, the skills that I have, I can downright END you...but I'm not that type of a person.
Beat you...sure.
Put you out on the shelf....I can...and I did.
But I won't take you out for good, there's no point to it after that.
The funny thing is...you calling yourself a barbie doll not only proves one point, but usually when the head is removed from a doll or an ACTION....FIGURE...that's it.
That particular TOY...will never be the same again.
(Cruise starts taking a walk toward CN Tower, taking off his shades a moment before tucking them away in a pocket.)
And you call B]ME[/B] pathetic, tisk, tisk, tisk.
You're damn right, you're a hypocrite Willard.
Yadda, yadda, yadda about this and that and about how they don't give titles for "almost winning".
But YOU WOULD be the one to know about that, wouldn't you, Adrian??
You claim I make mistakes that cost me wins, but the thing is...you have to KNOW what it's like to win FIRST, before you can realize that you MADE a mistake.
And you in particular...have an issue with that.
The Cameron Cruise that won the A1E World Heavyweight title is alot more skillfull than Cameron Cruise that won the CSWA Presidential title, but as I plainly said before...hell, as YOU have said before...
I'm not here to talk about titles I've won in the past.
But I can certainly wrap your mind around what I can do to you in the imminent FUTURE, because you above all people KNOW IT; of COURSE I can do something to stop you.
The question is...how much??
The answer??
You could always cheat and find out with that "vision-crap", but where's the fun in that??
I guess you'll find out this week, won't you??
FADEOUT
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
Ignorance is Bliss
Justification to ones self always brings belief in a false idea. That idea manifests, overtakes, and ruins all sensible reality. It's when we are able to take justification and merge it with rationality that we see the facts.
FADE IN...
Adrian is in the streets of Toronto that is hosting their Scotiabank Nuit Blanch festival this evening he is charting what areas he would like to see on a grand map of over 130 areas. Adrian turns his head to the left since the camera is positioned behind him. Wearing a Maple Leafs jersey he begins to walk through the lightly crowded streets. Finding a near by bend he decides to take a seat.
I always thought that in time people grow, become better as people but not only that they become WISER.
They see the errors from the past and as adults they grow from them, taking the next venture of their life and using that knowledge to guide them forward.
In the grand scale of things some people, a minuet number, can't do this. They take small amounts and learn yet not the overall wealth of experiences to really grow as a person.
You, Cameron, are a staple of these people.
Instead of seeing the opportunity of personal development you choose to clear the table of that nutritious fruit.
Fifteen years, Cameron, fifteen years of available growth and yet you still lost to a “rookie”. As you so eloquently put it.
Now, instead of taking in the issue of your loss and going back to all of those training partners that so EASILY let you down for that match last week for reconciliation you state you had other things on your “to-do” list.
So, on your “to-do” list Cameron, you were working a VFW hall instead of training to win so that you can be a champion even when that belt isn't on the line.
A1E Warfare aired August 27th and you lost to Torment. I suppose your “to-do” list was almost the same “to-do” as last week.
Same agenda you had for me right? The same agenda or maybe same excuse of too much on your “to-do” list?
Adrian reaches down into his pocket pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
Again you prove that you don't CARE about matches that show you great as an OVERALL champion, you prove all you care about is the money and fame.
The spiraling goes so far before hitting the bottom. Maybe with your defeat this week you will have an epiphany.
The point is, Cameron, you have nothing to say that's convincing. You make excuses that are worse than the dog ate my homework.
Added on, instead of just coming out and being humble saying you will do better this week you want to relish on self pity.
That's the reason I bring up all your PAST championships, because you have slipped so far off that mark the best thing you had going for you was beating a CHUMP like Donovan Astros, doubt me? I don't see him on the active roster anymore.
Then you faced real competition, a true competitor that takes this industry, this company, seriously. And look at the results.
If you had even a grain of what I HAVE, dedication, honor, respect of this business, the WANT to become greater, you would hold the throne of all thrones, the seat that all men seek...
The title of Empire Pro World Heavyweight Champion.
You won't attain that feat. Not in your mindset, nor your bad view of reality and fate. Fate which has brought you to defending that title because of your ignorance.
Cameron, drop all those titles, those mean squat right now.
Forget that Television title and let's look at you as a person, as a wrestler.
All you are is a SHELL. Nothing more, empty, useless.
You can't see past that, you are too entangled in your previous victories to admit that you are so far down the pecking list that no one will take a glance at you.
I may be young, I may be a “rookie”, but I sure as hell put you to a test of skill, knowledge, ring awareness, and personal strength.
You didn't just lose the match, you lost in all those categories as well.
Yet, I tell to you come out stronger, be better than last week. It not only makes me strive harder, which I am already doing, it makes yourself better too.
But instead of taking that in and absorbing it you say I don't want you at 110%. I asked for you to be at that level. Or maybe you pushed yourself to that element and know that even that isn't enough to put me on that mat for three.
Maybe Cameron Cruise is simply dead inside.
Like you said, if it isn't broke don't fix it. That's fine Cameron, don't fix it I love your attitude towards life.
He takes a long awaited drag from the cigarette.
Makes Aggression Sixty-One that much easier for me.
On the flip side, you have the skills to end me, right Cameron?
Everything you say is a contradiction to your effort last week. It's all a sad bluff and the only thing you are holding is a high card.
The River isn't even in your favor.
If you had the skills to end me, you would have done it last week, the fact is you don't have the skills to END me, let alone beat me for a three count.
The fact is, no matter how you paint the picture, Cameron, you still need to come out better than last week. Even then it's no guarantee that belt will still be on your waist.
But hell, you need to win to learn from mistakes.
It's true then.
Ignorance is bliss
FADE OUT
Justification to ones self always brings belief in a false idea. That idea manifests, overtakes, and ruins all sensible reality. It's when we are able to take justification and merge it with rationality that we see the facts.
FADE IN...
Adrian is in the streets of Toronto that is hosting their Scotiabank Nuit Blanch festival this evening he is charting what areas he would like to see on a grand map of over 130 areas. Adrian turns his head to the left since the camera is positioned behind him. Wearing a Maple Leafs jersey he begins to walk through the lightly crowded streets. Finding a near by bend he decides to take a seat.
I always thought that in time people grow, become better as people but not only that they become WISER.
They see the errors from the past and as adults they grow from them, taking the next venture of their life and using that knowledge to guide them forward.
In the grand scale of things some people, a minuet number, can't do this. They take small amounts and learn yet not the overall wealth of experiences to really grow as a person.
You, Cameron, are a staple of these people.
Instead of seeing the opportunity of personal development you choose to clear the table of that nutritious fruit.
Fifteen years, Cameron, fifteen years of available growth and yet you still lost to a “rookie”. As you so eloquently put it.
Now, instead of taking in the issue of your loss and going back to all of those training partners that so EASILY let you down for that match last week for reconciliation you state you had other things on your “to-do” list.
So, on your “to-do” list Cameron, you were working a VFW hall instead of training to win so that you can be a champion even when that belt isn't on the line.
A1E Warfare aired August 27th and you lost to Torment. I suppose your “to-do” list was almost the same “to-do” as last week.
Same agenda you had for me right? The same agenda or maybe same excuse of too much on your “to-do” list?
Adrian reaches down into his pocket pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
Again you prove that you don't CARE about matches that show you great as an OVERALL champion, you prove all you care about is the money and fame.
The spiraling goes so far before hitting the bottom. Maybe with your defeat this week you will have an epiphany.
The point is, Cameron, you have nothing to say that's convincing. You make excuses that are worse than the dog ate my homework.
Added on, instead of just coming out and being humble saying you will do better this week you want to relish on self pity.
That's the reason I bring up all your PAST championships, because you have slipped so far off that mark the best thing you had going for you was beating a CHUMP like Donovan Astros, doubt me? I don't see him on the active roster anymore.
Then you faced real competition, a true competitor that takes this industry, this company, seriously. And look at the results.
If you had even a grain of what I HAVE, dedication, honor, respect of this business, the WANT to become greater, you would hold the throne of all thrones, the seat that all men seek...
The title of Empire Pro World Heavyweight Champion.
You won't attain that feat. Not in your mindset, nor your bad view of reality and fate. Fate which has brought you to defending that title because of your ignorance.
Cameron, drop all those titles, those mean squat right now.
Forget that Television title and let's look at you as a person, as a wrestler.
All you are is a SHELL. Nothing more, empty, useless.
You can't see past that, you are too entangled in your previous victories to admit that you are so far down the pecking list that no one will take a glance at you.
I may be young, I may be a “rookie”, but I sure as hell put you to a test of skill, knowledge, ring awareness, and personal strength.
You didn't just lose the match, you lost in all those categories as well.
Yet, I tell to you come out stronger, be better than last week. It not only makes me strive harder, which I am already doing, it makes yourself better too.
But instead of taking that in and absorbing it you say I don't want you at 110%. I asked for you to be at that level. Or maybe you pushed yourself to that element and know that even that isn't enough to put me on that mat for three.
Maybe Cameron Cruise is simply dead inside.
Like you said, if it isn't broke don't fix it. That's fine Cameron, don't fix it I love your attitude towards life.
He takes a long awaited drag from the cigarette.
Makes Aggression Sixty-One that much easier for me.
On the flip side, you have the skills to end me, right Cameron?
Everything you say is a contradiction to your effort last week. It's all a sad bluff and the only thing you are holding is a high card.
The River isn't even in your favor.
If you had the skills to end me, you would have done it last week, the fact is you don't have the skills to END me, let alone beat me for a three count.
The fact is, no matter how you paint the picture, Cameron, you still need to come out better than last week. Even then it's no guarantee that belt will still be on your waist.
But hell, you need to win to learn from mistakes.
It's true then.
Ignorance is bliss
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CUTTO: A blank TV screen, which suddenly goes to static and then to black, as word text scrolls upward, much like the form of the beginning of the Star Wars movies, but with the Empire Pro Wrestling Television Champion adding voicework.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following commercial has been brought to you by the Cameron Cruise Foundation, in accordance with the rules and regulations of Empire Pro Wrestling Incorporated."
(The screen goes black again momentarily before one by one, white-blocked letters spell out F-A-N-S-!-! as Cruise's voice has continued to read the text scrolling up on the screen.)
Are you TIRED of the same BS unproven, uptight, hypocritical BULL**** that comes out of the mouths of Ryan Leaf-Wanna-Be-types...
(The picture recedes after a minute of clarity of what Cruise is saying, back to the upward word scrolling)
C-V/O: Now, seeing as not only everyone can imagine what I meant by presenting an image of a Quarterback who's had little-to-no success in the NFL, this is fairly easy example to see as to an understanding of of a simile used to describe the difference of the likes of Adrian Willard.
Known fluke, flake, and flock artist to the Wrestling industry.
How do I know?? Simple.
He never seems to string victories together, for one, sem-colon...I don't know anyone that can really remember...myself included...anyone else relatively noteworthy that he's beaten to put together a winning streak.
(CUTTO: A picture of the Television Champion, with the thumbs-up sign, smiling from ear to ear.)
And I'll get back to that in a second...
Myself....
As you know, I'm the EPW Television Champion.
(CUTTO: the previous thumbs-up Cruise picture)
I'm a Champion several times over, and in essence...A PROVEN WINNER. Though, I'm not always perfect, I haven't made the best decisions, but if you think I haven't made the best of my transgressions and changed them into moments in time that I can look back at and be proud of...
(CUTTO: Cruise crossing his arms across his chest, Cruise frowns and shakes his head in disapproval.)
You'd be sadly mistaken.
What Adrian forgets to think about is quite a number of things that separate the likes of him and I.
For instance...
Adrian believes that justification is achieved through fallacies and hypocrisy.
However, as I've tried explaining to him several times, it's kind of a difficult to to justify something that you have just about no remote experience with, ya know?? Sure, he somehow, in some manner, managed to pin me last week on Aggression 60.
Wouldn't be the first time I managed to slip up, let alone on Nation-wide television, and it certainly was not my best hour.
But at least MY mishaps are filmed and recorded used and SOLD...for a purpose that Willard can use other than taking private closeted sessions to "evaluate" matches that included Foxx, Caitlyn Daymon, or even the illustrious Lindsay Troy.
Do believe me when I tell you that Lindsays' ex-husbands will be glad to know that.
'Course, you people all know them as Joey Melton and Troy Windham.
Disgusting??
Absolutely. Necessary information??
Probably not....but then now that Troy Windham will have word of it, maybe he'll send August De La Rossi or even Bandit after him, and that's always a cartoon beating I'm sure to wake up one Saturday morning to watching. You people may not like me but you need to remember ...
Always stay a kid at heart, because it'll definitely keep you from getting in trouble.
Now, he seems to deem himself ready to wrap MY Empire Pro Television Championship around his waist and that's after proclaiming that he wanted nothing to do with it....well...I'm sorry, that's not right of me to say.
I'm defending the Empire Pro Television Championship title at Aggression...but for Adrian....
(The computer cuts to an up close picture of a split-screen for the Television Championship on the left side, and the Empire Pro Intercontinental Championship, on the right side.)
It's the Intercontinental Championship.
Really now??
I thought, you know...since adults grow from their mistakes, they learn from them and improve...or at least that's what Adrian has "envisioned"....right??
(The image changes from the titles to one of Cruise nodding his head in sarcastic-but-eager-agreement before stopping like an old recordplayer as Cruise suddenly shakes his head, disappointment.)
So, it's morally WRONG that I chose to accept several matches, instead of just accept one, non-title match against HIM, is that right?? It's wrong that I prepared for several matches, not just his.
Not for nothin'...but shame on him, especially for the simple ideal that I'm in the best shape that I can be, but to him...that sounds pretty selfish to me, he would only want me to take on and prepare for one match, instead of expanding my income.
(CUTTO: an up close shot of Cruise shaking his head disapprovingly)
It sounds even more selfish that EYE should be in top shape to defend my television against someone who not only no one knows, and can IDENTIFY him, but it's even better that he be able to sit idly by, smoking cigarrettes and crying foul on MY position in life.
Last I checked, smoking is even worse than not being in shape. Do you people really want a man who represents you as a champion...who slowly becomes an imposition to you if not HIMSELF...
By smoking a cigarrette??
I didn't think so.
(CUTTO: The upward word-scrolling.)
If he wants a fruit, he can get off his ass and go get it himself.
He wants eloquence, he can go have a bran muffin.
He wants me to train so hard that "I'm a champion even when I don't have this title", but he wants to do that while impuning me on my decisions while taking part on his share of a chance to contract Lung Cancer.
And he thinks the decisions EYE make are nothing if not unconvincing?
I'm not the one that's imputting the notion of what it's like to have a title that I've never held.
I'm not the one that brings up issues that have nothing to do with anything that goes on HERE...in Empire Pro.
Willard thinks that I've slipped, but I've only gone out and done exactly what it is that I've said I was going to do when it counts, and as of recently...yes, I beat Donovan Astros.
I TOOK the Empire Pro Television Championship from him, a title he defeatd Karl Brown for after only afew appearances, a feat mind you, that's fairly difficult, seeing as Karl Brown could probably count the amount of losses he's accrued in his career on one hand. Not only THAT...but I was so convincing, that I caused him to LEAVE THE COMPANY.
Now if anyone was paying attention in class over the past afew years...
They'd remember that I not only beat Troy Douglas for the Intercontinental title in the same manner that I defeated Donovan Astros, but I kicked him out of the company by way via a stretcher, as I TOOK THAT title too.
See, that's the difference between them and Adrian, ladies and gentlemen, is that they've had experience WINNING...as well.
And I just don't mean winning in terms of Charlie Sheen, either, no I mean actually putting together victories and making themselves NOTICED.
Right before I burst their bubble.
Yet he calls himself..."dedicated".
He thinks he's got honor and respect for the business...but he hasn't heard the things he's said.
He hasn't looked at himself like the rest of us have.
He's never won a title PERIOD, but he thinks it's okay to impune my not winning a title that EVERYONE should want at his age, even if he's barely past puberty, gain the right to vote, and legally imbibe alcohol.
To me, that's three strikes, folks.
See, as long as this title stays around my waist I'm going to bust my ass every time I put it on the line to prove just how good I am against the likes of Donovan Astros, Karl Brown, Layne Winters, and if it supersedes
his own ego as of late, yes...even Adrian Willard.
See, I don't have to end Adrian Willard to beat him, but I've got the ability.
Unfortunately, he's too confused with what I can and cannot do to realize where he stands.
Trust me, true believers...beating him with the television title on the line would prove better and more satisfying for a victory than otherwise not.
He believes that this is such an undeserving title, he believes that this title is so unworthy, ladies and gentlemen....he DEGRADES this title I so proudly wear around my waist.
Yet he seems now suddenly enthusiastic enough to CHALLENGE me for it.
This is not a man, this is whore with no standards to live by, no convictions.
So come Aggression Sixty-One, in Toronto, Canada....you may not like me, you may not like to standards I set or the decisions I make.
But I implore you....
BOO THIS MAN.
Boo this man, because he doesn't DESERVE to wear this title or any other title for that matter
Except loser.
A name he knows very well...and one I'll provide for him.
With a count of three.
FADEOUT
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CUTTO: A blank TV screen, which suddenly goes to static and then to black, as word text scrolls upward, much like the form of the beginning of the Star Wars movies, but with the Empire Pro Wrestling Television Champion adding voicework.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following commercial has been brought to you by the Cameron Cruise Foundation, in accordance with the rules and regulations of Empire Pro Wrestling Incorporated."
(The screen goes black again momentarily before one by one, white-blocked letters spell out F-A-N-S-!-! as Cruise's voice has continued to read the text scrolling up on the screen.)
Are you TIRED of the same BS unproven, uptight, hypocritical BULL**** that comes out of the mouths of Ryan Leaf-Wanna-Be-types...
(The picture recedes after a minute of clarity of what Cruise is saying, back to the upward word scrolling)
C-V/O: Now, seeing as not only everyone can imagine what I meant by presenting an image of a Quarterback who's had little-to-no success in the NFL, this is fairly easy example to see as to an understanding of of a simile used to describe the difference of the likes of Adrian Willard.
Known fluke, flake, and flock artist to the Wrestling industry.
How do I know?? Simple.
He never seems to string victories together, for one, sem-colon...I don't know anyone that can really remember...myself included...anyone else relatively noteworthy that he's beaten to put together a winning streak.
(CUTTO: A picture of the Television Champion, with the thumbs-up sign, smiling from ear to ear.)
And I'll get back to that in a second...
Myself....
As you know, I'm the EPW Television Champion.
(CUTTO: the previous thumbs-up Cruise picture)
I'm a Champion several times over, and in essence...A PROVEN WINNER. Though, I'm not always perfect, I haven't made the best decisions, but if you think I haven't made the best of my transgressions and changed them into moments in time that I can look back at and be proud of...
(CUTTO: Cruise crossing his arms across his chest, Cruise frowns and shakes his head in disapproval.)
You'd be sadly mistaken.
What Adrian forgets to think about is quite a number of things that separate the likes of him and I.
For instance...
Adrian believes that justification is achieved through fallacies and hypocrisy.
However, as I've tried explaining to him several times, it's kind of a difficult to to justify something that you have just about no remote experience with, ya know?? Sure, he somehow, in some manner, managed to pin me last week on Aggression 60.
Wouldn't be the first time I managed to slip up, let alone on Nation-wide television, and it certainly was not my best hour.
But at least MY mishaps are filmed and recorded used and SOLD...for a purpose that Willard can use other than taking private closeted sessions to "evaluate" matches that included Foxx, Caitlyn Daymon, or even the illustrious Lindsay Troy.
Do believe me when I tell you that Lindsays' ex-husbands will be glad to know that.
'Course, you people all know them as Joey Melton and Troy Windham.
Disgusting??
Absolutely. Necessary information??
Probably not....but then now that Troy Windham will have word of it, maybe he'll send August De La Rossi or even Bandit after him, and that's always a cartoon beating I'm sure to wake up one Saturday morning to watching. You people may not like me but you need to remember ...
Always stay a kid at heart, because it'll definitely keep you from getting in trouble.
Now, he seems to deem himself ready to wrap MY Empire Pro Television Championship around his waist and that's after proclaiming that he wanted nothing to do with it....well...I'm sorry, that's not right of me to say.
I'm defending the Empire Pro Television Championship title at Aggression...but for Adrian....
(The computer cuts to an up close picture of a split-screen for the Television Championship on the left side, and the Empire Pro Intercontinental Championship, on the right side.)
It's the Intercontinental Championship.
Really now??
I thought, you know...since adults grow from their mistakes, they learn from them and improve...or at least that's what Adrian has "envisioned"....right??
(The image changes from the titles to one of Cruise nodding his head in sarcastic-but-eager-agreement before stopping like an old recordplayer as Cruise suddenly shakes his head, disappointment.)
So, it's morally WRONG that I chose to accept several matches, instead of just accept one, non-title match against HIM, is that right?? It's wrong that I prepared for several matches, not just his.
Not for nothin'...but shame on him, especially for the simple ideal that I'm in the best shape that I can be, but to him...that sounds pretty selfish to me, he would only want me to take on and prepare for one match, instead of expanding my income.
(CUTTO: an up close shot of Cruise shaking his head disapprovingly)
It sounds even more selfish that EYE should be in top shape to defend my television against someone who not only no one knows, and can IDENTIFY him, but it's even better that he be able to sit idly by, smoking cigarrettes and crying foul on MY position in life.
Last I checked, smoking is even worse than not being in shape. Do you people really want a man who represents you as a champion...who slowly becomes an imposition to you if not HIMSELF...
By smoking a cigarrette??
I didn't think so.
(CUTTO: The upward word-scrolling.)
If he wants a fruit, he can get off his ass and go get it himself.
He wants eloquence, he can go have a bran muffin.
He wants me to train so hard that "I'm a champion even when I don't have this title", but he wants to do that while impuning me on my decisions while taking part on his share of a chance to contract Lung Cancer.
And he thinks the decisions EYE make are nothing if not unconvincing?
I'm not the one that's imputting the notion of what it's like to have a title that I've never held.
I'm not the one that brings up issues that have nothing to do with anything that goes on HERE...in Empire Pro.
Willard thinks that I've slipped, but I've only gone out and done exactly what it is that I've said I was going to do when it counts, and as of recently...yes, I beat Donovan Astros.
I TOOK the Empire Pro Television Championship from him, a title he defeatd Karl Brown for after only afew appearances, a feat mind you, that's fairly difficult, seeing as Karl Brown could probably count the amount of losses he's accrued in his career on one hand. Not only THAT...but I was so convincing, that I caused him to LEAVE THE COMPANY.
Now if anyone was paying attention in class over the past afew years...
They'd remember that I not only beat Troy Douglas for the Intercontinental title in the same manner that I defeated Donovan Astros, but I kicked him out of the company by way via a stretcher, as I TOOK THAT title too.
See, that's the difference between them and Adrian, ladies and gentlemen, is that they've had experience WINNING...as well.
And I just don't mean winning in terms of Charlie Sheen, either, no I mean actually putting together victories and making themselves NOTICED.
Right before I burst their bubble.
Yet he calls himself..."dedicated".
He thinks he's got honor and respect for the business...but he hasn't heard the things he's said.
He hasn't looked at himself like the rest of us have.
He's never won a title PERIOD, but he thinks it's okay to impune my not winning a title that EVERYONE should want at his age, even if he's barely past puberty, gain the right to vote, and legally imbibe alcohol.
To me, that's three strikes, folks.
See, as long as this title stays around my waist I'm going to bust my ass every time I put it on the line to prove just how good I am against the likes of Donovan Astros, Karl Brown, Layne Winters, and if it supersedes
his own ego as of late, yes...even Adrian Willard.
See, I don't have to end Adrian Willard to beat him, but I've got the ability.
Unfortunately, he's too confused with what I can and cannot do to realize where he stands.
Trust me, true believers...beating him with the television title on the line would prove better and more satisfying for a victory than otherwise not.
He believes that this is such an undeserving title, he believes that this title is so unworthy, ladies and gentlemen....he DEGRADES this title I so proudly wear around my waist.
Yet he seems now suddenly enthusiastic enough to CHALLENGE me for it.
This is not a man, this is whore with no standards to live by, no convictions.
So come Aggression Sixty-One, in Toronto, Canada....you may not like me, you may not like to standards I set or the decisions I make.
But I implore you....
BOO THIS MAN.
Boo this man, because he doesn't DESERVE to wear this title or any other title for that matter
Except loser.
A name he knows very well...and one I'll provide for him.
With a count of three.
FADEOUT
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
It's Sad Really.
I don't whether to feel sorry for you or beat you until you don't wake up, Cameron. Frankly I am right in the middle.
FADE IN...
Adrian is set up in his hotel room, a BLT sandwhich sitting on the cart from room service, sporting a spa bath robe and kicking back in the chair with a ashtray and a glass of whiskey.
You never stop saying the same sh-t...I remember one day in 7th grade where we had to write a 1000 word essay...So this kid came in and wrote "Momma and Poppa and their two child octopuses walked to the park...They walked arm in arm in arm in arm in arm in arm in arm”.
It went like that for whatever 8 to the 4th power was...little did I know I'd meet that kid for the E-P-W World Television Title all these years later...BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS REPEAT THE SAME SH-T OVER AND OVER!
I would rather have Mike Tyson bite my ears off than listen to you for another promo! Nothing you say has CHANGED. If this were a Presidential Debate it would be a LANDSLIDE in my favor!
Unlike you, Cameron, I can get to the point QUICKLY. I don't need to talk about everything under the sun just to talk about them.
You haven't sold me, you haven't sold the fans, hell you haven’t even sold yourself that you can win this match.
You talk about, AGAIN, your past titles, you talk about a load crap that has nothing at all to do with Aggression Sixty-One.
It's sad, it's almost like watching a man with Alzheimer's ATTEMPT to tell a story, except you don't have a disease to explain your stupidity.
Have I deemed myself worthy for that title?
Yes, I have, I deemed myself worthy last week when I put you down for a three count. Not only that but this week I will show the world how much of a fraud you are. If it means taking that title and beating you till you have something in common with Terri Schiavo I will do it.
With no remorse, at all.
It would make the world a better place. A place where we don't need to hear a man make a new excuse for his personal failures each time he gets in front of the camera.
Small sip of the whiskey.
But you don't need to justify your training schedule and regiment to me. You don't need to tell me your excuses for failing to beat me.
Do you know why?
Because I don't give a damn. Because at the end of the day I won against you and I will do it again this week.
Adrian lights up a cigarette.
The best part is, I can smoke these lovely cigarettes, I am a proud patron of Phillip Morris. I can smoke these, drink whiskey, and still get out in that ring and beat you.
With no underline factors other than you are too damn stupid to pull my leg from the bottom rope.
Me never winning a title, has nothing to do with you losing next week, nor does it have anything to do with you losing THIS week either.
If anything, as green as I am you should be ASHAMED of yourself for getting put to your back faster than Mercedes.
But yet you still talk the same exact talk that you did last week! And even then it didn't get you anywhere other than a loss. As it won't get you anywhere this week. Instead of training you are out Google searching images for a Cameron Cruise commercial.
It's seriously mind blowing and not like you discovered Cold Fusion mind blowing but what in the f-ck are you doing mind blowing.
The fans booing me Cameron, isn't going to change anything. The elaborate attempt to make you out like Tom Brady, won't keep that title around your waist.
Like you keep saying you have been doing THIS fifteen years.
Fifteen years?! Let's define what "This" is..."This" is LOSING. "This" is not having the respect of the locker room, "This" is coming up short in the big matches time and time again!
There is no hope for you. I am better off speaking to a brick wall, at least it has more common sense than you.
This week, I am going to beat you up and down that ring, Cameron. I don't care about your years of experience or if your doctor finally has a cure for your mental retardation I am still going to tear you apart.
Then after I am done kicking your ass I will have your belt sitting across my waist.
Because as we all know you CAN'T win when it “counts”.
Because you can't work under pressure.
And that is all I need, that is what makes me BETTER than you.
Real champions breathe and live this sport.
You are nothing more than a PIG in this industry.
You eat, bathe, and wallow in your own sh-t.
Because the reality is if you saw the truth, other than the smoke screen of sh-t you create, you would learn how to tie a noose.
That is how sad and pathetic you really are.
But don't take my word for it.
Take the referees word after I put your ass out.
If that isn't enough incentive to change SOMETHING about yourself, then you are greater loss cause than any one suspected.
It's been envisioned, and even Hellen Keller would be able to see it.
FADE OUT
I don't whether to feel sorry for you or beat you until you don't wake up, Cameron. Frankly I am right in the middle.
FADE IN...
Adrian is set up in his hotel room, a BLT sandwhich sitting on the cart from room service, sporting a spa bath robe and kicking back in the chair with a ashtray and a glass of whiskey.
You never stop saying the same sh-t...I remember one day in 7th grade where we had to write a 1000 word essay...So this kid came in and wrote "Momma and Poppa and their two child octopuses walked to the park...They walked arm in arm in arm in arm in arm in arm in arm”.
It went like that for whatever 8 to the 4th power was...little did I know I'd meet that kid for the E-P-W World Television Title all these years later...BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS REPEAT THE SAME SH-T OVER AND OVER!
I would rather have Mike Tyson bite my ears off than listen to you for another promo! Nothing you say has CHANGED. If this were a Presidential Debate it would be a LANDSLIDE in my favor!
Unlike you, Cameron, I can get to the point QUICKLY. I don't need to talk about everything under the sun just to talk about them.
You haven't sold me, you haven't sold the fans, hell you haven’t even sold yourself that you can win this match.
You talk about, AGAIN, your past titles, you talk about a load crap that has nothing at all to do with Aggression Sixty-One.
It's sad, it's almost like watching a man with Alzheimer's ATTEMPT to tell a story, except you don't have a disease to explain your stupidity.
Have I deemed myself worthy for that title?
Yes, I have, I deemed myself worthy last week when I put you down for a three count. Not only that but this week I will show the world how much of a fraud you are. If it means taking that title and beating you till you have something in common with Terri Schiavo I will do it.
With no remorse, at all.
It would make the world a better place. A place where we don't need to hear a man make a new excuse for his personal failures each time he gets in front of the camera.
Small sip of the whiskey.
But you don't need to justify your training schedule and regiment to me. You don't need to tell me your excuses for failing to beat me.
Do you know why?
Because I don't give a damn. Because at the end of the day I won against you and I will do it again this week.
Adrian lights up a cigarette.
The best part is, I can smoke these lovely cigarettes, I am a proud patron of Phillip Morris. I can smoke these, drink whiskey, and still get out in that ring and beat you.
With no underline factors other than you are too damn stupid to pull my leg from the bottom rope.
Me never winning a title, has nothing to do with you losing next week, nor does it have anything to do with you losing THIS week either.
If anything, as green as I am you should be ASHAMED of yourself for getting put to your back faster than Mercedes.
But yet you still talk the same exact talk that you did last week! And even then it didn't get you anywhere other than a loss. As it won't get you anywhere this week. Instead of training you are out Google searching images for a Cameron Cruise commercial.
It's seriously mind blowing and not like you discovered Cold Fusion mind blowing but what in the f-ck are you doing mind blowing.
The fans booing me Cameron, isn't going to change anything. The elaborate attempt to make you out like Tom Brady, won't keep that title around your waist.
Like you keep saying you have been doing THIS fifteen years.
Fifteen years?! Let's define what "This" is..."This" is LOSING. "This" is not having the respect of the locker room, "This" is coming up short in the big matches time and time again!
There is no hope for you. I am better off speaking to a brick wall, at least it has more common sense than you.
This week, I am going to beat you up and down that ring, Cameron. I don't care about your years of experience or if your doctor finally has a cure for your mental retardation I am still going to tear you apart.
Then after I am done kicking your ass I will have your belt sitting across my waist.
Because as we all know you CAN'T win when it “counts”.
Because you can't work under pressure.
And that is all I need, that is what makes me BETTER than you.
Real champions breathe and live this sport.
You are nothing more than a PIG in this industry.
You eat, bathe, and wallow in your own sh-t.
Because the reality is if you saw the truth, other than the smoke screen of sh-t you create, you would learn how to tie a noose.
That is how sad and pathetic you really are.
But don't take my word for it.
Take the referees word after I put your ass out.
If that isn't enough incentive to change SOMETHING about yourself, then you are greater loss cause than any one suspected.
It's been envisioned, and even Hellen Keller would be able to see it.
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TSiegel
I spoil things.
You're emotional, I get it. By the way...how far along are you??
"So you move from estrogenic alcohol-based drinks last week, to cigarrettes and fat-filled sandwiches that will boost your cholesterol and make you even fatter than you think...or in your case BELIEVE...you are?? Oh yeah, Willard, you're a regular Rocky Balboa."
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an Empire Pro backdrop, dressed in blue jeans and a "Tom Brady" Jersey, a Patriots-cap with matching Anarchy-style shades. He holds the Empire Pro Wrestling Television Championship over his right shoulder very snug as he pauses, shaking his head.)
If you think I'm saying the same things over and over again for the sake of MY health...and it's turned to become a health concern for YOUR sake...then by all means, allow me to placate your appetite.
It's trendy, I'm sure it is, but the thing is that I'm ABOVE trends like THAT, Willard, I mean lord knows, you need another sandwich, or another drink or a smoke.
Now...I know what you're thinkin', Willard, regardless of whether or not you have the ability to "envision" things...I know.
You're thinkin'..."what kinda right do you have to tell ME what to eat, drink...and yes, SMOKE??"
Well...once again...
(Cruise nods toward the EPW Television Championship.)
See, you keep saying that I say the same things over and over again...but the problem is just that.
I HAVE to...at least for your sake hammer it in your brain, because unlike everyone else, Adrian....you just don't get it.
(Cruise starts to pace slowly back and forth across the screen, in front of the backdrop, as he smirks, smiling devilishly.)
Instead of maybe once or twice to get the point across to you like most of...hell, the REST of the roster, I have to NAIL IT TO YOUR SKULL WITH A FUCKING SLEDGEHAMMER.
But that's okay, Adrian, I don't have to do that.
See, the things I've accomplished in my career have allowed me to do certain things BECAUSE...I am who I am. I'm Cameron fucking Cruise, the EPW Television Champion.
If I want to, I could PAY ol' "Iron Mike" Tyson anything he wants...and he'll come to your house and bite off your ear.
Hell, if I pay him enough...he'll come to your mother's house and do it, maybe even while you're in the crapper...
(The camera cuts to an up-close shot of Cruise from the waist up, as the EPW TV title sparkles with the light)
I'd romanticize the naming of the crapper to make it seem cooler, but let's be honest...the only time people ever need it is after a really good dinner...or you know...when people see you come out to compete.
(Camera cuts back)
The point is, that I've accomplished quite abit in my career, ya know...wait...what am I talking about...OF COURSE you do.
YOU'RE THE NUMBSKULL WHO BROUGHT IT UP TO BEGIN WITH!!!
But you're right about something, Adrian.
You don't need to talk about everything under the Sun...and if by "under the sun" you mean that you talk about EVERYTHING ELSE BUT...then you're right.
You talk about how how many championships I've won and the different kinds I've accrued.
You talk about the different companies that I've worked for...even though what I've done in other companies, what I've done in other COUNTRIES...
(Cruise nods over to the title again.)
Has nothing to do with THIS CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE.
Why is that you may ask??
I'm a topical son of a bitch, that's why.
You're a rookie and your beating me ONE TIME HERE...has caused people to notice.
Now...in case you don't know anything about BUSINESS...this is called "Marketability".
I'll say this again, in case you have some of that BLT sandwich still lodged in between your ears.
EYE...Cameron F'n Cruise...am a COMMODITY in this industry.
What that means, Adrian, is that I outsell you on EVERYTHING, hell, I've been outselling people before you started wrestling and I'm even outselling you right now.
(Cruise pauses for a minute or two and then looks back at the camera and holds a finger to his lips and a hand to his ear.)
Yeah...I thought so.
I just sold five thousand pieces of merchandise.
(Cruise motions toward the camera)
You haven't even been in the business long enough to HAVE merchandise.
"So you move from estrogenic alcohol-based drinks last week, to cigarrettes and fat-filled sandwiches that will boost your cholesterol and make you even fatter than you think...or in your case BELIEVE...you are?? Oh yeah, Willard, you're a regular Rocky Balboa."
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an Empire Pro backdrop, dressed in blue jeans and a "Tom Brady" Jersey, a Patriots-cap with matching Anarchy-style shades. He holds the Empire Pro Wrestling Television Championship over his right shoulder very snug as he pauses, shaking his head.)
If you think I'm saying the same things over and over again for the sake of MY health...and it's turned to become a health concern for YOUR sake...then by all means, allow me to placate your appetite.
It's trendy, I'm sure it is, but the thing is that I'm ABOVE trends like THAT, Willard, I mean lord knows, you need another sandwich, or another drink or a smoke.
Now...I know what you're thinkin', Willard, regardless of whether or not you have the ability to "envision" things...I know.
You're thinkin'..."what kinda right do you have to tell ME what to eat, drink...and yes, SMOKE??"
Well...once again...
(Cruise nods toward the EPW Television Championship.)
See, you keep saying that I say the same things over and over again...but the problem is just that.
I HAVE to...at least for your sake hammer it in your brain, because unlike everyone else, Adrian....you just don't get it.
(Cruise starts to pace slowly back and forth across the screen, in front of the backdrop, as he smirks, smiling devilishly.)
Instead of maybe once or twice to get the point across to you like most of...hell, the REST of the roster, I have to NAIL IT TO YOUR SKULL WITH A FUCKING SLEDGEHAMMER.
But that's okay, Adrian, I don't have to do that.
See, the things I've accomplished in my career have allowed me to do certain things BECAUSE...I am who I am. I'm Cameron fucking Cruise, the EPW Television Champion.
If I want to, I could PAY ol' "Iron Mike" Tyson anything he wants...and he'll come to your house and bite off your ear.
Hell, if I pay him enough...he'll come to your mother's house and do it, maybe even while you're in the crapper...
(The camera cuts to an up-close shot of Cruise from the waist up, as the EPW TV title sparkles with the light)
I'd romanticize the naming of the crapper to make it seem cooler, but let's be honest...the only time people ever need it is after a really good dinner...or you know...when people see you come out to compete.
(Camera cuts back)
The point is, that I've accomplished quite abit in my career, ya know...wait...what am I talking about...OF COURSE you do.
YOU'RE THE NUMBSKULL WHO BROUGHT IT UP TO BEGIN WITH!!!
But you're right about something, Adrian.
You don't need to talk about everything under the Sun...and if by "under the sun" you mean that you talk about EVERYTHING ELSE BUT...then you're right.
You talk about how how many championships I've won and the different kinds I've accrued.
You talk about the different companies that I've worked for...even though what I've done in other companies, what I've done in other COUNTRIES...
(Cruise nods over to the title again.)
Has nothing to do with THIS CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE.
Why is that you may ask??
I'm a topical son of a bitch, that's why.
You're a rookie and your beating me ONE TIME HERE...has caused people to notice.
Now...in case you don't know anything about BUSINESS...this is called "Marketability".
I'll say this again, in case you have some of that BLT sandwich still lodged in between your ears.
EYE...Cameron F'n Cruise...am a COMMODITY in this industry.
What that means, Adrian, is that I outsell you on EVERYTHING, hell, I've been outselling people before you started wrestling and I'm even outselling you right now.
(Cruise pauses for a minute or two and then looks back at the camera and holds a finger to his lips and a hand to his ear.)
Yeah...I thought so.
I just sold five thousand pieces of merchandise.
(Cruise motions toward the camera)
You haven't even been in the business long enough to HAVE merchandise.