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AGGRESSION 62: MAIN EVENT: Cameron Cruise (c) vs. Adrian Willard III - EPW TV TITLE

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The Trilogy

There is no such thing as a bad cliffhanger, as a what if scenario. There is no such thing as an incomplete story, especially when so much needs to be told.

FADE IN...

[Adrian Willard is in a golf cart on the Kiawah Island Ocean Course in Charleston, South Carolina, wearing a long sleeve black shirt, golfers hat, khaki jeans. The cart begins to leave the last hole Adrian was on which seems to be the sixth.]

Every great saga always has a trilogy. It always starts with a story, that story develops, finally the climax and great ending closes it. Leaving the viewer or the reader satisfied and full. Allowing them to leave the saga closed knowing the hero has overcome all odds, the villain slayed, and the lands returned to normal.

From Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, most, if not the majority of trilogies have left us happy.

[The cart stops as Adrian steps off. Camera following him.]

And here we are, another trilogy, this one of battle, of war, of destiny.

A man, the villain, so self absorbed in his own vision and the great force, the hero, that wishes to end the reign of tyranny.

Cameron Cruise, your villain. Adrian Willard, your hero.

From Aggression Sixty where I pinned Cameron Cruise.

To the fall out of that victory, from him calling it a fluke, to him saying he is better than I.

Then, to the ring at Aggression Sixty-One, the ring where all things are settled, where champions are dethroned and power given to the rightful and deserving.

[He takes a knee and sets up his tee and ball. ]

Not to some liar.

A CHEAT.

A man with no morals.

A THIEF.

Yes, Cameron, I speak of you. Your removing of the turnbuckle, your cheating nature because when the beating was put on you by me you had no other option than to take that turnbuckle padding off to gain an advantage.

[The caddy hands him a driver. ]

It wasn't your wrestling, your skill, or any level of experience that gave you an upper hand. It was a cheap, snake move. A move that could have gave you a win, but it didn't. I over came it, and for the second week in a row Cameron, you came up short.

You didn't win the match simple as that. You didn't beat me, all you did was simply retain the belt. You barely held on. It was a draw, a push.

You're a sports fan Cameron, let me put this in focus for you. Aggression Sixty-One was the 2002 All-Star Game, it ended in a controversial tie.

[A short pause as Adrian gauges range and tees off on the ball getting a great drive and landing on the fairway.]

Damn, that's a good shot.

[Adrian nods slightly proud of himself.]

But as I have said the last three weeks, Cameron, your talents are squandered. You can't go toe to toe, you can't wrestle a match that requires athleticism.

What you are doing, Cameron, what you have been doing here in Empire Pro is easy living. Taking the easy matches, the quick harvest. Forgetting your reap what you sow.

And you planted nothing but a false image that has been proven false two weeks in a row.

[He begins to walk down the fair way to his ball, lighting a cigarette as he does so.]

You couldn't beat me at Aggression Sixty, you couldn't beat me at Aggression Sixty-One.

Now we sit coming into Aggression Sixty-Two and like the relentless Pitbull I still have a solid grip on to you. Ready to maul you once you are down.

You put on one hell of a fight at Aggression Sixty-One, you pushed as hard as you could and milked the match out till the time limit was drawn.

[Adrian takes in a long drag of the cigarette as he grows closer to where his ball landed.]

And even then, when I asked you for 110% effort, I was still standing. Still fighting you. Punch for punch.

You cheated, made me injure myself by means of an exposed turnbuckle, I even partially fractured a rib Cameron, and even after that I was able to gather the strength and will to combat you.

I didn't have to cheat or gain an unfair advantage to out-wrestle you, Cameron, I did it on my own. I did it because I can. I love the battle, I love the fight.

I will always fight you, Cameron, until I get what is rightfully mine, which should have been mine at Aggression Sixty, Aggression Sixty-One, and what will be mine this week in Charleston, South Carolina.

It doesn't matter at this point what you say, what you do, who you train with or if you decide to wake up from your dream world of fifteen years of DEDICATED wrestling.

[Adrian rolls his eyes slightly]

The point is, I can scrap with you.

And not only that, Cameron.

[He smiles wide]

I do it better, far better.

The reason as to why is simple, Cameron.

[Adrian points at the camera.]

You are washed up.

A hack.

A fraud.

The sad part about it, Cameron, is the harder you try to hide it the MORE everyone sees it.

Last week I told you that title was coming home where it belongs, around an honest waist. I would have got it done if there was no time limits. But rules are rules and should have, could have, would have don't put that title around my waist.

[He comes up on his ball as does the caddy. ]

Whooping your ass bad enough that it ends in fifteen minutes does.

Aggression Sixty-Two, Cameron, it all is going to end on that stage.

This false life of being a worthy champion, it's all going to end on that stage.

It's been envisioned.

FADEOUT
 
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Re: The Trilogy

"You can scrap?? You can scrap?? What is that?? Slang for the New Age-hippy-Fake-Evangelists??"

(Fadein, the Empire Pro Television Champion, Cameron Cruise. Dressed in black slacks and a black sports coat, with a white undershirt and matching Anarchy-style shades.)

CRUISE: You know something, Williard...for a prophet or a evangelist or whatever it is you THINK you are...you're about the worst there is. I mean, I've met some squirrely competitors in my career, morons who've called themselves "Messiah", hell, I even beat one of 'em for my first Intercontinental Championship.

See, it might be one thing picking up a fluke win when the title isn't on the line, there's no pressure to perform for me...you know...unlike you and your love-life. There's no incentive to "push the envelope" so to speak. Sure, I keep the ol' ticker here (sarcastically slaps his chest) runnin' smooth, but in the end...it's nothing really but a glorified sparring-session.

Especially with you.

This is the third time now, I've had to face you, and the second time I burst your bubble, in as many weeks, third if you count my proving you wrong about not wanting something you CANNOT have.

Bad things happen in threes too, Adrien, not just Trilogies.

I still burst your bubble after your fluke win, I still proved you wrong a second time when the time ran out this past week and then you have to go and insist on thinking that "lord of the rings" had to be said in the same sentence as "Star Wars"...alittle irritating, after all...everyone knows...

There's only one Trilogy, one "Return of" and it's not "The King", it's of "The Jedi".

Now, before you get ahead of yourself Williard (like you ALWAYS do), if you think I'm alittle rattled because of a disagreement over some kinda NERD-ALERT...you're really sadly mistaken.

Especially since you're about as creepy AS a New Age Hippy...drinking, smoking, and playing golf instead training....that's some regimen you got, Adrien. If there's times you wonder why no one believes you, it's probably because you're your ENTIRE fan club.

You're the only one drinking the Kool-Aid, and that's like I said...pretty bad.

Yet you call this a destiny...winning this Television title...really??

The same one you said plain as day that you DID NOT WANT??

Again, I'm gonna have to call shennanigans, Willard, this fortune-telling schtick is just not your thing.

The fact is Adrien...I still stand by what I said; I'm better than you, and everyone knows it.

In fact...if you wanna be technical...I just proved it at Aggression Sixty-One.

The time ran out, just like it has on your chance at becoming Television Champion.

You call me a liar, a cheat and a man with no morals...I hate to break you down to elementary school-style...

But look in the mirror.

You claim to envision the future, you cheated the fans out of what they REALLY need to see...

(Cruise mockingly clears his throat)

A win by YOURS TRULY....and you do all this while condoning the very bad habits and addictions that you previously portrayed...not exactly trusting qualities in someone that believes themselves to be a leader...and that's what you really think, you just don't want to admit it.

Besides...you've got no real proof that I pulled off that turnbuckle and even IF I did....did I use it to my advantage??

I surely think not, and in fact...as I said before...I'm not the one that lost out on this, Willard.

Remember YOU are the one that has to beat ME...not the other way around. And as you can see...

(Cruise holds up the EPW TV Championship.)

YOU FAILED.

As far as the All-Star Game is concerned...in speaking in terms of BASEBALL...

That game ended because Bud Selig is a no-good-lousy-BASTARD, and he cut the game short...not the players or the talent.

Now...if you want to blame something in the same manner, by all means...go ahead.

You call Dan Ryan NO GOOD.

You call Dan Ryan CHEAP, and even better...go ahead and call him a BASTARD.

It's not like he's ready to kill just one man already right now....he'll swat you just like the fly you ARE.

See, what you fail to understand is that as Television Champion...there is NO easy living.

I'm not the World Heavyweight Champion, like Anarky, where I only have to put the title on the line once a month, the Title is on the line EVERY TIME, provided it's not in a tag team atmosphere.

Even now...you seem to think yourself injured, yet there you are...playing golf and smoking....yet clearly the turnbuckle was tied back on.

You?? Delusional?? I THINK SO!!!

I know because I could've pinned you if I wanted to but I was threatened with disqualification if I didn't.

See...unlike you...I follow the rules, and just as the rules state...the match was still ruled a no-contest...still (pats the title) a win in my book...you get another shot.

Your LAST shot, Adrien, because since you didn't want this to begin with...as I went elementary before...

"No take-backs", Willard.

Your woulda-coulda's are over.

You can't make a believer out of anyone because you swear and claim visions that don't exist.

Usually if somethings envisioned...it happens alittle sooner than this.

In fact...EVERYTHING you've envisioned has been....well...crap, really.

You're whole life is a lie, Adrien, just like your "visions".

You can call me a hack, a fraud, even a has-been...no one else does, but you're welcome to it.

But at least it beats being a "Never-Was".

I mean really...what kinda man "scraps"?

(Cruise weakly claws at the air)

A WO-man...that's who.

Doesn't take an Evangelist to see that.

FADEOUT
 

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Euthanasia

If I have to educate you any longer Cameron then either I should get an honorary degree in Special Education or I need to request euthanasia because I really can't take this pain and suffering any longer.

FADE IN...

[Adrian Willard wearing a Megadeth tshirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of Converse. He is turned slightly facing the camera drinking in none other than Charleston's Holy City Brewing company. Lounging in the tasting room with a growler of brew right in front of him.]

Thank you, Cameron. Thank you for showing your presence again to the public and again showing how you lack ordinary quickness and keenness of the mind.

[A very cocky smirk crosses his lips]

As I sit listening to you go on and on, listening to your feeble excuses, poor conclusions, your backwards thinking all I can do is pity you. Pity your ignorance.

Now, you can talk about all the messiahs you have faced, the men who have claimed to have the power to be a foreteller. Men who serve as the intermediary with mankind.

Unfortunately, I am not a prophet, Cameron. More importantly, I never said I was, in fact many of times have I told you this.

Yet, you don't listen, you use this as your only way to try and discredit me. Yes, your ONLY way.

If anything, I have said, I am a prophet of fate. A man who speaks of fate and how it turns one's life upside down. Never have I stated I see the future.

[Adrian's left hand raises slightly as a sarcastic apologetic motion]

I have never claimed to be a messiah. Need I remind you we have already went over this in Aggression Sixty. And here we are, Aggression Sixty-Two and you still tell the same old stories, how you beat a prophet named Sebastian Dodd.

Yes, we know that. Believe me when I tell you this, your war stories are getting old.

Very old.

Oh by the way, Cameron, I really enjoy that you have to wash the same crap every week, but dear god you have went to stealing movie lines?

Off of Clerks Two? Easy there, Randall.

[He shakes his head laughing to himself]

Never mind. Back to this issue of prophets. If you were able to read or have any cognitive thought in that head of yours you would see my name is “The Prophecy” Adrian Willard.

Not the prophet, not the messiah.

Yet, the Prophecy.

Let me break that down even further for you, Cameron. The Prophecy or for the likes of you, the message. A message spoken by a prophet that has divine will and can change mankind.

I am simply the message, the driving force made to change history, the mover and shaker.

The last thing you moved and shook, Cameron, needed assistance by a little blue pill.

[He raises his growler]

Thus, I pity you again for your impotence in the ring, of your mind, and your body.

[And a nice sized drink]

Let's discuss the big subject here, the only reason that title is around your waist is because you skated by. Not because you were counted out, not because you put my shoulders on the mat, or made me tap out.

That title is on your waist due to a time limit. A TIME LIMIT, you retain utilizing zero skill whatsoever. What little skill you actually have.

But what you call a win in your books was marked as a draw. Currently your record against me is zero, one, and one. But you are better than me? You were beat by me, weaseled a draw due to a time limit. How in the hell are you better than me when you can't even get a legitimate win against me.

Usually to be better you have to prove it. That title you have doesn't prove it and honestly hasn't proved it. It's a statement saying you are a champion, but what good is it if you can't even pick up an actual win.

[He then points to himself]

Yet I am the one that is delusional?

The best part is, you say you could have pinned me. You could have pinned me but you were threatened with disqualification if you didn't.

[Adrian taps his temple with one finger slowly mockingly thinking]

If you didn't do what, Cameron? Tie the turnbuckle back on? Because you didn't tie the turnbuckle back on, the referee did.

And even if you went for a pin the referee had his back to you, what good would it be to go for a pin fall with no count?

Hell, like I said last week, since again you don't pay attention, could be a reason why you can't even get one in the win column verse me. I can golf, eat what I want, smoke cigarettes and still out-wrestle you, Cameron. Do I need to cut a promo from a gym, really? Do I have to be so rudimentary?

I don't need to do a training montage, I don't have to convince people I am better than I actually am. Unlike you, Cameron. That's the glory of being better than your opponent.

Regardless, when we get in that ring this week, it's going to be a war. I am sick of this back and forth battle with you.

[He waves his hand in a go away motion]

A battle you haven't had the upper hand in the entire time.

Aggression Sixty- Two will be no different.

You call me a never was, Cameron. A never was that you can't beat, that you can't even pin! A never was, soon enough you can call me the new Television Champion.

But hell, that's okay, this is a wake up call. And I am going to ensure that you answer.

Answer for your poor wrestling.

Your poor thinking.

Your poor performance as a champion.

[A large smile comes across his lips as he takes another drink]

We are going to scrap or in laymans terms we are going to fight. But again, great job looking like a total ass and not knowing a damn thing you are talking about, Cameron.

That belt is mine, rightfully mine. And I am going to take what belongs to me.

It's been envisioned.

FADEOUT
 
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