AGGRESSION 70: KOTC Rd.2 - MAIN EVENT: Impulse/Stevens v. First (c)/Cruise

DBrunkGXW · Sep 28, 2012

Round 2 KOTC: Tag Team Edition match.

Post all RP here.

The Great Eye · Sep 28, 2012

(FADEIN: The First standing in front of a KotC banner. He has on his ring gear, his black wife-beater a new one reading “First To Three” with an Manga styled drawing of First standing in the middle of the shirt. His face is painted white with black markings like Prince Nuada, the EPW World Title rests on his shoulder.)

FIRST: Empires…It is fitting we fight in an Empire...For Empires are a measure of time, they tell you the era you live in….The Greeks, the Romans, the Mongols, they all came and went, the sun never set on the British Empire…Then the Americans and the Soviets had it out till only the good old US of A remained.

Empires come and go…Time passes…It is the way of things…

One could look at this match and another much like it and think nothing has changed…So long ago Cameron Cruise, Sean Stevens and myself fought in a tag match, the fourth man that night was Copycat, now it is Impulse…One could think about that and decide it’s the same as it ever was, the same song and dance as it’s always been…

But that wouldn’t be the truth…Because the truth is since that day, everything has changed…It was once the Empire ruled by Sean Stevens…

Now IT…IS…MINE…

That’s the way of the world now Trip…You can tell your flunkies to call you champ, you can wear T-Shirts saying whatever you want them to say, but the fact is this is my company now…Not yours…Tell the world that you once bested me in our great feud all those years ago…I don’t care…

I got the belt, I’m the man now…You? You can barely defeat the self-admitted weak link of two men who are all bark and no bite…You’re a man still fumbling to find his way…

Dan Ryan did all he could for you, had you show up unannounced as a surprise opponent for me and we went 60 minutes…Where was the demand for the re-match? Where was the fire in the belly? Where was you stepping up? I was waiting for it and I didn’t get it…For one simple reason…

You don’t got it in you anymore and you know it…

You always told everyone what a weight this title was, what a burden it was for you to carry…You’re not up to it anymore…You and the rest of them will do what you always do best, take pot-shots from the cheap seats, insult those who strive, those who achieve…Those who are capable of putting this company on their shoulders…

Last two times I was in a steel cage, I tapped my opponent out…You were one of them Trip…(Smiles) maybe I’ll go for three in a row this time around…I think that would be fitting, to truly dominate you and finally shut you up once and for all would be something I’d really enjoy…

But nothing will shut you up…You’ll keep living in the past, you’ll keep having your hangers-o n blow smoke up your ass and tell you just how great you are, how you still got it and you’re still the champ…

(shakes head)

You’re soft…You’ve fallen so far and you can’t even see it…End of this night, you’ll understand it…

But at the very least you’re a has-been, and that’s a step up from a never-will-be…

And that brings us to your partner…The Coward himself…

Hey Impulse…Finally found time in your busy life to get into the ring with the EPW World Champion…This truly is a shock to me…I thought you were going to spend the better part of this decade defending that IC Title of yours against Jared Wells and every other re-tread they could dig up for you to waste your time away on…

I wanted this at Russian Roulette Impulse…I told you as much when I was wearing the mask…

(First looks up at the sky)

How I wanted you to take that title and to give me an opponent worthy of the Mantle Of Dis…How I wanted to face the man everyone tells me is the greatest wrestler on the planet…I remember you ripping on Dis, telling him that if he lost at Russian Roulette he was a disgrace and would be nothing but a joke…You could have done that Impulse, you could have turned me into the laughingstock of the business…

But you didn’t have the nerve, you didn’t have the guts to step up and grab the brass ring…

Even after I claimed the belt and unmasked, you never came for me…I waited for it…I expected it, but still nothing…Couldn’t fit me in to your busy schedule I suppose…All that doing nothing to advance your career slumming it with Stalker had to be taken care of…

Now, happenstance, fate, whatever you want to call it, finally puts you in the ring with me…Not for the title, heavens forbid such a cruel fate be suffered by you, but none-the-less we shall be in the ring having another go at it…I wonder if you’re up to the task of defeating me…Not skill wise, we know you have that in you…But will wise…Do you have the nerve, the guts to really do this thing? To put yourself in a position where you’ll be seen as a contender that you’ll finally come after me and my gold…

Cause it seems to me like you want all the praise without having to do anything to earn it…You’re small and in a big man’s game just being able to make a little headway is more than enough to get the media and fans to rally around you and start blowing smoke up your ass about how great you are, how skilled you are…I know it well, I had the masses singing my praises plenty before I ever held this title, but after a while no matter how much hype you have behind you…You have to produce…

And the question is…Can you? Can you step into the spotlight and get it done in the steel cage for the world to see, can you show everyone you’re the future of this industry like they all claim you are?

It’s funny fighting the two of you, the past and the future of this company as it were…Well I stand here as its present…I am the standard bearer, I am the champion…Stevens can talk about yesterday, Impulse can promise us all a better tomorrow, but today…Today is all mine…

And Today…Is what counts…

This Empire is mine…I rule this company, I rule the steel cage we’re about to enter and go to war in…And if you want to take it from me, if you want to deny me my crown…Well you had better be willing to pay any price to stop me…

And that’s the thing impulse…We both know you can’t do that…We both know that you’ve held yourself back in this company and in your career…You want to be the hero and you want to be the champion…Can’t have them both…You’ll have to choose…

In the end you’ll stick to being the hero…Stick to letting the fans tell you how great you are, I’m sure Stevens can have his flunkies tell you how great you are too, but in the end…I’ll be the one defining this industry…And you’ll just be a small chapter in the history of the Empire.

(FADEOUT)

TSiegel · Oct 1, 2012

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an EPW KotC backdrop, dressed in black slacks and a black sports coat with a blue undershirt and matching "Anarchy" style shades.)

CRUISE: This couldn't be more of a sham from The First if he tried.

I know, some of you are saying "sham" what do you mean--the fact that he's obsessed with being the Empire Pro Champion is irrelevant at this point, because after what happened at Aggression 68, it's CLEAR AS CRYSTAL: The First is nothing but a frightened little punk with makeup....or Golden Tate of the Seattle Seahawks.

"Hey First, do you know you really didn't win that match??"

"I dunno what you're talking about, I dunno what you're talking about..."

Sure, Dirk Dickwoods' boy tapped out, but who kept his word and who didn't??

Empire Pro Champion: The First...always needing something extra to do what SHOULD be done without.

You needed the use of a Steel Cage to force Sean Stevens to tap out, and then the buzzer of the time limit to leave Aggression WITH the title on his first opportunity back. Somewhere along those lines you got a REALITY CHECK, and it wasn't even me that gave it to you.

I don’t forgive and I sure as hell don’t forget, as if you ever wonder why it is, I say the things I do...it's not that hard. People like you, Sean Stevens, and the others give me plenty of motivation I need to beat your brains in and reposition it upside down than the way it was to begin with.

And then there's Sean Stevens.

Sean, we've known each other a LONG damn time, but the fact is that even now...you have no idea how I am coming for you, in that Cage. Every time your name comes up, I replay that night in my head over and over again and man I can’t tell you how much it pisses me off to think about it.

I want you to BLEED in that cage, as much as I want the First to do so, the fact is that you're right up there with him.

Once upon a time you challenged me to a match AS the World Champion while EYE was the Intercontinental Champion....now I don't care if you think yourself as a "King", hell, I don't care if you're the Prime Minister of fucking Gettin' Sinister...

(Temporary up close shot)

That's right, I said it....

(Cruise shakes his head)

....I’m going to make you hurt MORE than you've ever felt before.

In the meantime, you always talk about the new leaf you want to turn over how you want to be a new man that your kid can respect, and the past is something you don’t want him to know about. But Karma, is about to come and bite you in the ass, Sean.

When the match is over and you come home all stitched up with two black eyes your kid is going to ask you why that man beat you so violently why that man hated you so much and you’ll have to look him in the eye and tell him that you did terrible things back in the day, you became a SONUVABITCH back in the day, and that there were things that you did that you had NO CHOICE, no choice but to atone for them.

And it's going to turn out to be one of many nights where your son is going to ACTUALLY feel shame for you, Trip, shame for what you did and what he's going to have to CONTINUE to pay for later on, not as who HE is...but because he's the son of Sean Stevens.

When we meet in Round Two, it is the Night of Judgement for many, Sean and if you throw yourself upon the mercy of the court that will not work.

Because this court has no mercy.

(Cruise cracks his neck.)

Then of course...your partner, Impulse.

Randall, we've got our own history, and hings have just worked out where we both have an asshole for a partner. I know you don't exactly see that in Stevens as clearly as I see it in First but that’s the truth of things; Sean Stevens here, is your "JJ DeVille" over in New Frontier. But the fact remains...I want a fair fight same as you.

I want the better man to win and I expect you do too.

Only the misnomer with that, is that you’re in my way.

I’ve held every title in EPW except for King of the Cage, and not capturing THAT title WASN'T because I didn't give a damn, it wasn't because I didn't TRY...I AM EPW's First-ever Grand Slam Winner.

Last year, I dealt with partners that didn't really give a shit at the end of the day, and in the end, they paid their price for dragging themselves when it came to putting forth their end of the deal.

Only, this year, it's the same story.

Everyone knows how much I hate The First and I hate that I have to team with him to correct a problem that should've never been mine to correct...to glory but if that’s what it takes for me, Dan Ryan knows, I’ll do it. I'll do it, knowing that once this tournament is over and we’ve won it...The First is in for a beating that’ll ACTUALLY make him wish there was another Bay that I could throw him into.

Being the only man to hit for the Grand Slam in EPW is nice but having that victory, knowing that I couldn't celebrate the fact that I won the World Heavyweight Championship...I still feel like I'm missing something, I still feel like my winning the World title never happened.

And believe me, knowing that fact burns me probably more than it did BEFORE I won it.

And I want that feeling, Impulse, I want that feeling to KNOW that I'm the best in the world, better than Anarky and Rezin, better than The First and Triple X, and even better than you. But in order to get that opportunity...I've gotta go through you and Sean Stevens to do it.

Yes, I know that I have the First as a partner, but let's face it....he's never done anything on his own merit, and he never will.

So it might as well be a handicap match, the biggest one of my career, but until the First actually SHOWS me what he can do without spitting, using chairs or cages...that's the challenge I face.

I'm not a Boy Scout, Impulse, and everyone knows that.

(Holds his hands up and makes fists.)

But if you have to get thrown into that steel twenty or thirty times well then you’re going to hit the steel that many times and if it doesn’t do the trick then you’re probably going to get smashed a bunch more, just as I'm sure you're going to try to do to me.

I’m not honor bound to play nice. The cage has one rule.

SURVIVAL.

I survive because it’s what I’ve done my whole career. You put somebody in front of me and they catch a beating win lose or draw. I don’t back down and I don’t give up.

Aggression 70 will go down as one of the most memorable shows in EPW history because I promise you two that I won't leave without making sure that happens. As far as The First...he knows already, that if he gets out of line, he's catching a beating as well also. I’m here to fight until they either drag me out of that cage or carry me out of it.

Everyone knows that this is going to be a War and I’m out for probably the SECOND meaningful victory I've ever had as a Tag Team wrestler in this business, the First one will be when we win the Finals.

Because there's nothing that's going to stop me from winning the World title back...from winning the King of the Cage tournament....and from defeating you and "The King".

Sean Stevens uses or at least USED TO adhere to the adage of "When you come at the King, you best not miss."

Believe me...THAT will be a REALITY CHECK you just....won’t like.

FADEOUT

User Poets · Oct 2, 2012

Giving Ground

 ([FONT=&quot]FADEIN[/FONT]... on The First. From his last promo.)

[FONT=&quot]And the question is…Can you? Can you step into the spotlight and get it done in the steel cage for the world to see, can you show everyone you’re the future of this industry like they all claim you are? [/FONT]

([FONT=&quot]CUTTO[/FONT]... the Marathon Man, wearing my black leather jacket in the empty seats either hours before or hours after the most recent Empire house show.)

"Yes, First."

"Yes I can."

([FONT=&quot]FADEOUT.[/FONT])

...

Obviously, I'm not going to end this in five words when I could just as easily babble for another one thousand and eighty two.

"What does this all stem from, First? You were wearing a mask and wanted me to take the EPW World Title from Anarky so you could get your dream match with me, I guess."

"Which is the biggest dichotomy between us. We represent two different schools of thought on the sport of Professional Wrestling."

"There are those who say that this sport owes them Championships and respect. Case in point, Cameron Cruise. Anarky. The First. Eric Dane."

Who?

I'm getting there.

"And there are those who say that the sport owes them opportunities. Like myself and Triple X."

"I'll start with us."

"Triple X might be an arrogant bastard, but he earned the right. Yeah, he made some outlandish comments some years back about how this was his house and how he was the King. He painted himself into a corner and essentially forced himself to put up or shut up."

"He put up, and he ruled this place until you beat him on a stroke of luck and a gift from god."

"He never said he deserved anything before he won it, and after he was the Emperor for what, two years, all he ever really said was, respect me. And he might've been a snob about it, but this particular definition was of a man who held himself to impossibly high standards, and who held everyone around him to impossibly high standards, and he had no time for anyone who didn't reach those standards."

"I'm not saying hooray or boo about your title reigns, First, but the fact remains, you have a problem with Sean Stevens because nothing you've done has earned his respect. In fact, everything you say and do seems to be a desperate cry for attention and respect from people you alternately claim to be better than."

We can't believe in you as the Empire World Champion until you believe in yourself. And we want to believe, First... we want to believe.

"Much like your partner, Cameron Cruise, we want to believe that Cameron is now a fallen idol, a deposed King forced to shake hands with his mortal enemy to regain his crown. Even when your crown, Cameron, was presented to you based on your argument that you'd been here since the doors opened and it was your turn."

"Forget about anything you might've ever done to earn a World Title shot, you kept telling us that it was owed to you for time served."

"It doesn't work that way."

"Ask Eric Dane."

Told you I'd get to him.

"You see, First, Cameron... Eric Dane was a wrestler of some stature a hundred and fifty years or so ago, or so he says. I guess he’s honest about it. But, instead of working his way to a shot at the New Frontier Wrestling World Title, he scammed and conned his way into it, stacked the deck to his advantage…”

“…And he lost. So, since he never did anything in the ring to earn his way to the top, he’s now sent crashing down to the bottom. And since he never did anything in the ring to earn his way to the top, he has precisely zero respect from the boys, the fans, and the wrestling industry in general.”

And this is what The First wanted me to do to Anarky.

“You just don’t know me at all, do you?”

“Point one, First, by the time you were holding that title I was holding one of my own, and my responsibility was to defend it as often as I possibly could.”

“Point two, if I’m going to be standing in the ring for a World Championship shot, it’s because I said that I was the best wrestler in the world and then went out and consistently proved it on a nightly basis. Cause begets effect, not the other way around.”

All the praise without doing anything to earn it, you say? Seems to me that’s exactly not what I do.

“I know it’s an alien concept, seeing as you won your first World Title by losing to Triple X and losing to Triple X and… losing… to Triple X… until you finally had Stalker trap him against a cage, but that’s the biggest difference between you and I.”

“You see the belt as the end result. You have the belt, therefore you’re the best in the Empire. Pretty much the opposite point of view from when Nark was Champion, no? Much like your partner, who sees his eight years in the Empire as proof that HE ‘deserves the belt.’”

“I’d say that’s a case of wanting all the praise without having to do anything to earn it.”

“Not me. It’s the journey, not the end result, gentlemen. I don’t believe in stepping into a wrestling organization and telling everyone ‘I’m the greatest wrestler you’ve ever seen, so give me your World Title.’”

That statement is half – right.

“What have I done besides step into the Empire and say ‘I’m the greatest wrestler you’ve ever seen, now watch while I prove it to you’? I don’t want an easy ride to the title like you did, First. I want my career to burn lean tissue, to send me through to the top with my eyes wide, my mind blown, and I want to learn a thing or two in the process.”

“I want to hold the World Title someday, after losing five pounds of unnecessary weight and being twice as dangerous today as I was yesterday.”

“My time here has been very specific, gentlemen… first I established myself with my wrestling, then I defended my title, and now I’m supporting the Empire’s latest endeavor in a cage.”

“Wrestling undefeated for over a year put me to a certain point. Winning the King of the Cage with Triple X will put me to a certain point. After I’ve fulfilled this commitment, perhaps it’ll be time to try my luck with the second World Title match of my career. After winning King of the Cage, or even putting in a full contact effort in a losing battle against someone in the Bracket of Death, I’m sure I’ll be at a point where I’ve earned it.”

“The biggest difference between us, gentlemen?”

“Nowhere in that statement did I say or imply that something was owed to me.”

FADE.

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jayshort · Oct 3, 2012

"Name me a man who’s done something truly remarkable and I’ll name you a lying ass wrestler that’ll try to convince you that they’ve done better.”

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It was a chilly day, Stevens had on black Ralph Lauren polo sweat pants that made that annoying swishy noise when he walked, a plain, white t-shirt with the letters “BANNED” in black bubble letters across the front, covered by a light blue jean jacket, and when he spoke, fog came out of his mouth. <o

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TRIPLE X: It is absolutely insane for any wrestler to try and match EPW accomplishments with me, in hopes of winning a debate, and I don’t care if you bring Lindsay fucking Troy into the conversation. So, already … before even getting to listen to the first three minutes of your promo, I already could tell a few things; a.) The First is still stupid. And, b.) …he’s still obsessed with besting me. And, it’s sad First …Brian … King Shit, or whatever you want to be called. Just plain sad. You’re the first ever three time EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and yeah … that claim comes with an asterisk, but at the end of the day why does it matter what we think? Clearly we’ve never been in your shoes, having been able to experience what it means to be a three time EPW World Heavyweight Champion … so why does our opinion matter so much? Why not let the accomplishment speak for itself?<o

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“What I did to you all those years ago affected you so bad and it haunts you to this day. Because for once in your stupid little life, you had to actually work for something, and it wasn’t handed to you, in the form of a more gifted tag team partner, or apart of some fictional existence in your head. But, eventually … you did it. You reached up, grabbed that brass ring, and silenced the naysayers – and, I will gladly admit that I was one of them. It was right then and there, that the punch line that usually followed your name being mentioned stopped being funny. You burst through that glass ceiling, and became Numero Uno, and sure … that title came with another gigantic asterisk, mainly because my foot touched the floor before I ever tapped, making me the winner, before you were annointed the champion ... not to mention the fact that The Stalker interfered, but hey … the referee saw things your way, and awarded you my title. End of story, right?<o

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“Well, why wasn’t it, Kingshit? Why oh why are you still thinking for me? Telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing? It’s like, you’ve had this story play out in your head a particular way, and because it didn’t go the way you envisioned it in reality, you have to force feed certain things down our throats, cause chaos and manufacture little publicity stunts, manipulating motives, words, and events in order to put the correct people in the correct position at the correct time, so that you can have your little happy ending. <o

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“But, here’s the thing about paranoia, First – and, I know this first hand – it starts with you needing just one thing, and you’ll feel like if you could just get your hands on it, no matter the length of time, everything will be ok. But, then when you get it, the hunger grows, and that one thing that you thought you wanted, turns into a bunch of things and none of those things ever really ends up being enough. <o

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“You wanted to be just like me. You wanted the attention, the fame, the glitz, glamour, and adulation that came with being, not just the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, but The Man. And, in order to be that, you needed my spot, and my validation, and because I didn’t give it to you, and your victory over me was met with a“ meh”, and a shrug of the shoulders, you’ve made it your business to try to mind fuck the public into believing that you bested me, although you always seem to conveniently leave out the circumstances. And, when that didn’t work? You tried to erase all of my real accomplishments with your phony ones.”<o

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TRIPLE X: Well congratulations, First. You did it. You finally did something I haven’t done. You’re the only man who can lay claim to being a three time EPW Champion. You have fun with that, because that’s about the only thing you’ll ever have over me, because as much as you shook up the world when you removed that Dis mask, and as much as you shocked us again, by allowing Cameron to beat you, in order to cash in your rematch on the spot, you were never, ever, under any circumstances, considered the best wrestler in the world, and you never will be. In fact, this new attitude you've developed? The cheating, the tantrums? I wrote that blue print years ago, and did it far better. Just ask your peers. I stepped away for two years, let you spread your wings, grow, get better, and with almost no practice, I came back and got the better end of a stalemate. If I’m no longer equipped to handle the rigors of being EPW Champion, yet you still couldn’t find a way to beat me, what does that make you? Oh, that's right ... a cheap imitation. Government cheese. Let’s not mince words, First ... our match wasn’t a draw … you were saved by the bell. What does that say? What does it all mean? I’ll tell you, Brian … it means I’m still the motherfucking best that there is. And, as dumb as you like to act, deep down in your tortured soul ... you know it, too. <o

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“And, that’s why I don’t have to chase you down, or beg for title shots. This is my federation, and that title draped over your shoulder? It's leased. It's rightful owner is ME. At any given moment, I know that I could request a match with you, and at the very least, have it granted off of the strength of the fact that nobody has done the numbers that I’ve done in the Empire, and beat you whenever I decide to. And for me … that’s enough. The fact that you’re looking over your shoulders, wondering when I’m coming, while I’m at home sipping extra dry, Triple Grande Cappuccinos, next to the hottest chick in the game, wearing my chain, is enough. <o

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“You’re the champion, you have the belt, but everybody, from the boys in the locker room, to the vendor selling cotton candy at the arena knows that I’m better than you. I was a better champion than you, a better leader than you, and a better representation of Empire Pro Wrestling than you, and that’s all I ever really wanted. I won our war a very long time ago; you’re fighting ghosts, and my shadow, and for that … You lose.<o

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“Carry on with your makeshift accomplishments, asterisks-man.”<o

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TRIPLE X: And, as for you, Cameron … I can’t lie … you’re annoying as hell but that’s not enough to make me want to pretend to hate you. Also, I’m not even sure how to address you, without sounding too redundant, but it’s as clear as crystal as to why you and The First never have been able to get along. Most people that are exactly alike usually don’t. You’re disgusted with him, because he’s a liar, because he has obvious flaws in his character, and chinks in his armor … but, you do too, my friend. Maybe not the same kind of liar, maybe your lies are smaller … whiter … but a liar nonetheless. Maybe your armor wasn’t pierced by the blade of Julius Caesar, but instead dented by the bullet of a twelve guage … it’s still damaged, and the why is nothing more than minor details. <o

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“You hate me because for as long as we’ve been wrestlers, you’ve been a level below me. That’s not arrogance, that’s not me attempting to insult you, that’s fact. We kicked down the doors of Greensboro roughly at the same time … we were seen by most as equal peers, on the same track, in the same race, and while I maximized my talents, you toiled in mediocrity, and got left in the dust. When you mention my name, you get a few things. The haters will call me overrated, or washed up. Those people’s opinions don’t matter, because the majority of them have never entered the ring with me, and the other two are Rezin and The First – both of whom got beat up by me, since I’ve returned. But, the other half of the room … the people that know this business, watch this business, and love this sport tell a completely different tale. They speak with reverence when my name is mentioned. They say things like “hall of fame”, “legend”, and give me all types of respect that even I’ll admit, gets to be a bit much. And, when you’re mentioned, Cam? Someone usually finds the latest, coolest joke, removes a name, replaces it with your likeness and image, and the crowd laughs.<o

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“Everybody needs a Janetty, Cam? And, even though we’ve never tagged together … you were always mine. Whenever things get tough, and I feel like I'm struggling, on the verge of failure, I look over at you, and it reminds me of how successful I really am. Initially, everyone wanted to believe that you had what it took to usurp me, and assume my position, largely because I was an asshole back then, and was difficult to get along with. That day is dead, Cameron. We don’t believe you, you need more people. And, a better skill set. And, a less predictable finishing move. And, intelligence. And … well … you catch my drift. <o

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The Great Eye · Oct 4, 2012

(FADEIN: The First standing in a ring with a steel cage around it, he’s in his ring gear with his custom EPW World Title around his waist.)

FIRST: Trip with more big talk that he’ll never back up.

You could have called in your marker after the 60 minute draw, but you didn’t…Fact is you never will…You’re not cut out for It anymore. You talk a big game, but you’ll never back it up…Black Dawn the Pay-Per-View that just went in the books, you think Dan Ryan was chomping at the bit to give Cameron Cruise a World Title shot? You think that was the plan all along? If you asked for that spot, you would have had it given to you without a second thought.

That’s the difference between you and Cruise…He wanted it…You don’t…Desire is the difference between winners and losers…And you’ve lost your desire long ago…

It’s always projection with you Trip. It’s always about making me into the man you really are…You talk about me hating you. I’ve never hated you…I hated the company that made you, the company that protected you…Impulse talks about opportunity and that’s all he wants in this business…Well guess what? I wanted an opportunity too, but after I beat you for all the world but the ref to see, I didn’t get a re-match. Oh no, I got to watch Rocko Daymon and JA stumble around that ring and fail to keep up with you…JA retired right after and Rocko went on to lose 50 matches or so before leaving before now once again returning…

Did I get the shot after that? Of course not, the Empire was too busy myth making, to busy building up “The King” so they trotted out Marcus Westscott to get retired by you…Then we fought again and again you couldn’t hang with me and got yourself disqualified to save the title…

Then Dan Ryan promised me a match where there had to be a winner, finally I’d get a clean shot at you…

(Laughs)

That turned out to be a three on one mugging with you being given Shawn Hart and Cameron Cruise to beat me down before you could finish me off…And it was all done to build up the dream match, the thing this company wanted more than anything else…

The King Vs The Queen…

Only she didn’t want it…So I finally got a real one on one match with you and ended up strangling you through a cage to win the EPW World Title and since then all you’ve done is lose to Copycat, defeat the mighty Rezin, and talk a big game about ever doing anything again…

That is the history of us…You claim I hate you…Got that reversed Trip…

You’re the one who hated me…You’re the one that resented some skinny kid would keep coming back, keep pressing the issue, keep fighting tooth and nail to get that title, you thought me beneath you that I didn’t deserve it…You were the one who looked down his nose at me, you’re the one who always hated me…I was trying to put my personal life in order and not in the Empire when you were being enshrined in the Hall of Fame…I sent some feelers out for maybe being the one to induct you…It would have been an honor for me to have done that, you were my greatest rival, the man who ‘made’ me as they say in the business…But it never went anywhere…And then came your speech and you named dropped just about everyone on the roster…

Except me…

You slighted me because you’re a bitter pathetic man who couldn’t even in his moment of triumph bother to give me a passing mention. You were so petty and small minded you couldn’t even give me that favor…To hate a man so wrapped up in his own rage, so unable to even offer up a token of respect…I’d be less of a human being to do such a thing…

I pity you Trip…I pity you because every time you talk about me and how I can’t live up to all the greatness that is Triple X and how my legacy will never measure up to yours and all the rest of it…You’re just talking about yourself…It’s why this comeback of yours has been second rate and forgettable. It’s because you know you can’t do it all over again, the weight of your legacy is more crushing than any crown or belt ever was. You see all you did in the past and you understand that you can’t get to those heights again…That you’re spent and that really right now, you’re unhappy you even bothered to lace up the boots and give it another try because you know you’re not what you were and you can never be that man again.

See I don’t care about your legacy, what you did or how I’ll measure up to it. I don’t care if EPW.com did a poll on who was the best EPW World Champion of all time and I came in behind Cameron Cruise and Christian Sands…None of that changes the fact that I’m the one holding the belt, I’m the one driving the conversation of EPW and until somebody knocks me off that’s how things are going to be.

So you have your legacy and be proud of it…Tell your kid about how great you were, cause you won’t be lying, you were great…And after Cruise and I are done thrashing you in that steel cage you can tell him and the wife that back in the day you would have mopped the floor with us, but that was then, this is now, and well, you’re a step slower and a bit less tolerant of the pain and suffering one needs to endure to make it in the ring.

Then we got Impulse giving me and Cruise a lecture on our morals, how we’re a couple of jerks who expect this business to roll over and give us everything we want…
This business…You take what you want…Nothing ever gets handed to you…You’re owed nothing and promised less…If you don’t scratch claw and kick for every last thing, you’ll get nothing…You seem to think if you just do the right thing, keep fighting the good fight in that ring that sooner or later you’ll just have to be rewarded for it…

I don’t know if you’re naïve or just trolling me with such talk…Fact is you’ve done nothing to impress me in this company…You talk about the duty to defend the belt you held…When you could have elevated it by challenging for the World Title while holding it, you could have made the belt a stepping stone to greatness…Instead of the way station for mediocrity it is…

Only two men have ever gone from the IC Title to the World Title, and neither of them had a successful defense of the World Title…It’s a belt for those who can’t hack it in the deep water…So in a nutshell, it’s perfect for you…

But as you tell me, you got all the time in the world to smell the roses, to meditate and become a better man, a better wrestler, a more noble soul before you finally embark on the great quest to finally capture this title…

Of course you are wrestling on a broken neck…Exactly how much time do you think you have? I mean one day you will wake up and start having issues with the feeling in your arms…And then come the MRI’s and the grim faced doctors and finally you’ll hit the ring and tell a crowd that you can’t get cleared to wrestle anymore and that you had a great run but this is it. You’ll get choked up, they’ll get choked up…The “Thank you Impulse.” Chants will echo…And then you’ll be gone…

And after that’s all over…Will you regret not having gone for the brass ring, how many more titles could you have won if you had only wanted to go for them? How much greatness did you live on the table?

Stevens has his legacy to crush him…You seem primed to spend the rest of your life crushed under the weight of regret…Of what could have been…Of wasted potential…As the poem says… For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!”

Oh, and another thing about your morals and your honor…When you get paid by that other company you work for, you do understand that it’s blood money, and the blood on that money is Rose’s…She was nearly killed so they could get some ratings and yet here you stand…The so called ‘leader of the revolution’ doing what you’re told and wrestling whenever they tell you too…

It’s hard to lead a revolution when you’re bought and paid for…

So you keep doing what your corporate masters here and elsewhere tell you to do, and I will keep imposing my will on everyone and everything I can…And in the end we’ll see whose plan works out better…

I’ll let you in on a secret…

I like my odds.

(FADEOUT)

jayshort · Oct 4, 2012

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FADE: Still in New York, this time alone. Same day, albeit later, same attire, it was a little darker out, a little more damp, and slightly colder. EPW superstar SEAN ‘TRIPLE X’ STEVENS stood directly in front of the Statue of Liberty, as her torch lit ever so beautifully. <o

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Even though he had seen her before, on this day, the sight of Lady Liberty humbled him … it sent chills down his spine, and caused him to think even harder about things he purposely kept in the back of his mind. This majestic statue was a New York mainstay … she stood for something – freedom – and while Sean’s figurative statue of standards were on a much smaller scale, it brought him to a reflective place.<o

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TRIPLE X: First, you’re just a pawn. …a piece of meat in a position that can – no, that will be replaced the moment one of your monkey flips goes awry, and you land wrong, and break something.”

Rolling his eyes, the blue-eyed badass continued, “Yeahyeahyeah, you’re the champion, you have the gold, you have the gold because you’re the champion, and you’re champion because the belt you carry says it at the top … blahblahblah, wash, rinse, repeat cycle. Heard it all before, not interested in hearing it again, hence my disinclination to throw my name in the hat as a contender for it … because, you bored me then, and you bore me now.
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TRIPLE X: Fact, you don’t even have the most coveted title in EPW, Anarky does. Shit like that never occurred when I was EPW champion. So, while you’re standing on your little soapbox telling me how terrible of a job I’ve done since returning, you’re doing an equally awful job as EPW’s premier title holder. Atleast my rebuttal is that I'm undefeated ... what's your excuse?<o

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“Fact; you weren’t mentioned in my Hall of Fame speech, because as important as I was in making you who you are today, you were nothing more than just another challenger to me. You’re arrogant, and think the world revolves around you, so of course you felt snubbed, but JA, Rocko, Westcott, Melton, Troy and everyone that I mentioned played a far more important role in me becoming a Hall of Famer than you did, and I told them as much. Had you never existed? I’d still be in the Hall ofFame, based on that resume alone. You didn’t make me, you didn’t even play apart in creating me … If I wasn’t who I was - Sean ‘Triple X’ Stevens, greatest wrestler on the planet, yaddayaddayadda – I wouldn’t have been able to make you as easily as I did, because as effortless as I made it look, trust me … it wasn’t. Had I never existed? You’d be somewhere rolling around the mat with Nakita Dahaka for make believe intergalactic titles that nobody gives a shit about. So, instead of running your mouth, complaining about what I didn’t do, you should be thanking me. It could’ve been anyone … I chose you. <o

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“Fact; this ain’t about your title; we’ll get to that soon enough. The ending to that story is a heart breaker for you, so I wouldn’t be so quick to rush it, if I were in your shoes. This is about something just as important to me, and that’s being a two time King of the Cage, because it was in this tournament that I was made. This tournament means everything to me, the cage is my home, and if I can fast forward past the dick measuring, and conversation on who was right, or wrong in our past, I’m simply looking forward to that door being locked, leaving you and Cameron Cruise with no place to run, or hide … and, proving once again, that I am head and shoulders above you. <o

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“I’m soft now? I don’t have it anymore? Fiction. I get that you think you’re tough, and that your brutal wars with Cameron means you’re certified but I beg to differ. You are nowhere near the caliber of wrestler that I am, and you wouldn’t be here if you had to walk the path that I walked to righteousness. I solidified my spot with guerillas, and I’d be doing myself, our fans, and this promotion a disservice by pretending that I’m impressed with a bunch of borderline harmless chimpanzees. <o

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Stevens paused, reaching the top. Looking down at the water below, and the sea of lights, from all of the boats in the water beneath him. Triple X extended his arms, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“HEY NEW YORK CITY! EVERYBODY! I KNOW BRIAN NADALNY! THE FIRST IS MY FRIEND!”

The blue-eyed badass stared at the camera once more, “Happy now?”

FTB

The Great Eye · Oct 5, 2012

(FADEIN: The First again inside a steel cage.)

FIRST: Big talk with no plans to back any of it up, par for the course. You say you’ll talk about the title later…We both know that’s not true, you’ve had forever to come after me and you haven’t done it…I do however know what your plan for the title is…Came to me in a vision.

You imagine me and Impulse fighting at Unleashed for the belt…He kicks me in the head, the fans count along as the ref lays down the 1-2-3 and now Impulse has lived the dream, he’s finally overcome his innate laziness and stopped living off his press clippings and hype and honestly done something with his life and won the EPW World Title…I slink to the back all beaten and disgraced…And you hit the ring, the two of you hug and then…NO!! NO!!! TRIPLE X JUST X-TERMINATORED IMPULSE!!! WHY?! WHY WOULD HE DO THIS?! And Unleashed goes off the air as you stand over the body of the fallen Impulse and everyone’s all shocked and horrified…

Then you and Impulse trade barbs, maybe have a few pull-apart brawls in the ring when you do a contract signing or other such staged event to allow for a fight to break out, and then WrestleVerse V…Impulse Vs Triple X…The student Vs the teacher…And Impulse kicks you in the head and gets the three count…You get up and shake his hand, you admit you done wrong and Impulse is the better man, Dave Thomas practically cries at ringside as he talks about how the torch has been passed and now the Impulse Era of EPW has truly begun and it’s been christened by the vanquishing of the Hall of Famer Triple X.

It’s a beautiful story, tragically that’s all it’ll ever be…Neither one of you have the will to take this title from me, you’ve shown that time and again…You don’t want to take charge, you want things to fall into your lap…You are passive in a world that rewards aggression…Hell aggression is the name of the TV show…It might be a hint as to what we’re looking for in the Empire.

And I do expect you to be aggressive in that cage. You want the crown because it’s something easy, something you can hold on to without having to defend. Once you have the crown you are King, there are no matches to defend it, it’s not something that can be lost…Once you got it then it’s yours forever…And that’s something more your speed isn’t it? Just win this thing and you can hang on to it till the day you decide to re-retire…Another trinket for the trophy room, another bauble to impress your kid with…

See, I might not like Cameron Cruise…I clearly don’t respect the man, and I’m dancing on the edge of a knife knowing that at any moment something could go wrong in that ring and lead to the two of us coming to blows and that would likely be the ballgame against two men of your talents…I know all of this and yet still with the choice of the three of you…I’ll take him…

Because at the very least Cruise stepped up to take his shot…He’s motivated and driven that’s a lot more than I can say about you two. This business is about acting and setting a tone…It is like the speech one of the staffers of our beloved former President George W. Bush gave to a reporter, about how they don’t live in the ‘reality based community’ for they shape reality itself by their actions for others to then study and judge…That is what I am, a mover, a maker…I do things and let the effects ripple as shockwaves through the Empire and the industry as a whole…You sit around and hope your kid likes the new clean cut Triple X who brags about being undefeated when all he’s done is beat Anarky’s biggest cheerleader…

And here you are busy auditioning to be the second string Anarky cheerleader…Go fight him and win his coveted TV title, that’s more your speed anyhow. You and Impulse can share stories about what it’s like beating up the Steven Shanes, the Aaron Joneses, the lazy DEF guys who come in for a paycheck and bolt when the world isn’t handed to them just for showing up, while I main event against any and all who’ll step to me.

That’s the natural order of things in the Empire, you can hold your trinkets and mean mug for the camera and talk about how great you were back in the day while I do the heavy lifting of making sure this company remains the best company in the world.

In that cage, two men who want to be there are going to be fighting two men who’ve been put there…That’s this fight in a nutshell…And when it comes down to the final moments of the battle, who’s got the will to roll their shoulder off the mat one more time, who has it in them to scale that cage once again to drag an opponent back into the ring…Who has it in them to suck it up and land one more big move after the last one just wasn’t quite enough to get the job done?

That’s what separates winners and losers…That’s what makes all the difference in the world when you’re in that ring…Two men who want this moment, right here, right now to be theirs, fighting two men, one stuck in the past living off his legacy and what he’d done before, and another who seems content to defer his greatness off into a distant future that none of us are ever promised.

That’s what this match is…That’s why in spite of our personal animosity we’re going to win, because in hindsight when people look back, the moment defines you…But when you’re living in it…You define the moment…

We’re living in the here and now…You two are not…

It’s all just a ride man…All this life is…All this universe ever will be, there’s nothing to it except what we make of it…We’re going into the ground soon enough and we’ll come back and get on the ride again sometime, but while you’re on the ride…You have to soak it all in, you have to drink all the ride has to offer you…There might be days to reflect or moments to dream of something off in the distance, but to dwell on it is foolishness…Do everything you can today, and then do it all again if you get tomorrow…

That’s the world, that’s my world…I hope one day you live in it…

(FADEOUT)

User Poets · Oct 6, 2012

Firey

"I could've elevated the Intercontinental Title belt to World Title level by challenging Nark, or challenging you... and made it a stepping stone for greatness."

"Yeah, First, but I didn't. I decided that my primary duty as Intercontinental Champion was to... I dunno... defend the Intercontinental Championship against Intercontinental Contenders."

"I see what you're doing there, and it's clever if a bit familiar, but the difference between us, First?"

"I don't particularly care what your opinions of my career to this point are, and I feel precisely zero need to justify myself to you."

"But there were a few things you said that need to be addressed, and we'll do this in order of importance."

Or reverse importance, however you want.

"Your revolution was bought and paid for, you said. That I'm some kind of corporate shill for taking money from the same company that you do, plus one other, while you're some kind of underground outlaw, a hero to the counterculture of society."

"Pardon me if I don't altogether agree with you, Dis."

"Your argument is a fallacy that's plagued the indie movement since the beginning of time. The establishment is evil, man! Damn the man, save the Empire, man!"

No pun intended.

"If you're speaking - or in our case, wrestling - in front of the same fifty idiots every night who all agree with you anyways, what are you really changing?"

"It's like one of my mentors always said, First... taking the corporate money isn't selling out or being bought or sold or paid for... the point of any revolution is to enter the mainstream... to become the mainstream, and to overcome the mainstream."

"Or to sideways quote Jello Biafra, don't hate the media, become the media."

Point made.

"But there was something else you said, First, which I don't feel qualified to address."

"Blood money."

"Everything that I've been paid by the other place since last year is blood money, according to you. Well, you're not really in a position to determine that. Neither are the fans. Neither is the New Frontier office or the Empire office or any of the boys."

Neither am I, for that matter.

"There's only one person who can really give an honest, unbiased response to that."

(Static jump cut to my living room, where I'm sitting upright on our old and patched couch, while Calico Rose sits on the other end, her hair parted down the middle and up in short braids, and our black cat Munchkin sitting in her lap.)

So, I asked, do you feel like your injuries were exploited by the office?

She thought about it for about half a second.

"No," said Rose, "Not even a little."

Why, I asked.

"They paid all my hospital bills," said Rose, "they put security on my door to keep snooping photographers and reporters away after they found out the news leaked. And as far as I can tell, they never profited from the incident."

They're still talking about it, I reminded her.

"Who is?" asked Rose. "Zippy the Wonder Dog and Bobby Jack. You broke Bobby's nose and I knocked Zippy out. They've both said they want to tear the company down so I don't equate them with the company, they're attention - seeking chuckleheads."

And they own half the company, I said.

"So?" asked Rose, "Do you hold the rest of the wrestlers, or the fans, or the rest of the administrative staff accountable for the actions of two people? I don't. I blame Zippy and Bobby Jack for putting me in the hospital and consider the matter closed. It's like holding David Lee Roth accountable for Sammy Hagar, or judging all goths by the example the First provides."

Nicely done, I said, dovetailing it around.

"Well you know, I really take offense to what The First is accusing you of. You never really talked about it. I never talked about it. You did what you were supposed to do, you entertained the fans, and since I've come back I've done what I'm supposed to do, spread sunshine and happiness in the locker room. I honestly think The First needs to check his Oxford English Dictionary for the definition of blood money and the definition of a sellout, because he's about twenty thousand leagues off the reservation. As far as being a sellout goes, Mother Unique would smack him in the head."

I couldn't help but laugh. Rose decided to take that as the sign to completely take over the interview, which was fine by me. She sat up, drawing her legs under herself as Muchkin jumped down between us.

"For that matter," she said, "Where's he even get off criticizing what you do? You won a title here in like your third singles match, and the First loses to Sean, loses again to Sean, loses again to Sean, and finally wins with Jason's help only to... I don't know, lose it in his first real defense?"

Okay, I said. You're starting to rant.

"No, RK," said Rose, "No. First and Anarky are both highly critical of everything that we say and do, and now the First is pretty much saying that you should be like him or you're a corporate hack, like he's anything but what an early middle aged Texas man's man would think about when he hears the word 'Goth,' and he's calling you mediocre? If he put that title belt on the line in this match he'd lose it inside like ten minutes."

And she looked into the camera.

"But he's scared," said Rose, "and he doesn't get any cupcakes--"

Static. Cut scene.

You get the point.

"But it's worth having the discussion. Once again, First, you won the World Title and managed to have a series of compelling and overpowering title victories against Triple X and Camerone Cruise and Zippy the Wonder Dog--"

Oh. Oh that's right.

"before finally getting a decisive nod over Layne Winters and moving into the disgraceful debacle with Cameron Cruise."

"And you get to claim superiority over the company by shoving a belt under all our noses without having to risk losing it."

"So let's end the suspense, First. Let's put your money where your mouth is and put the belt on the line in this match, if Trip or I can pin you or make you submit, then the belt changes hands."

I honestly don't know if you'll agree to this, but after all the talking you've been doing about how I'm some kind of also - ran for never asking for a shot, you'd look like quite the hypocrite for saying no.

Wouldn't be surprised either way.

"And while the rest of your arguments are abject failures of logic, structure, and any semblance of understanding over how my mind works, are you really trying to bust up the Trippulse team? Are you really looking to take your experiences as the abused and bullied emo kid against the arrogant jock of Triple X to try to convince me that I have to watch my back when I'm around him?"

"You know him as Triple X, First. I know him as Sean Stevens, and he's essentially the only wrestler in this company that I know for a fact I can trust."

"So let's say he pins you and becomes another three - time Empire World Champion. I'll congratulate him and continue on with the King of the Cage, holding off any challenge until after the event is over."

"If I pin you?"

"Same situation, only reversed."

"Does it upset you, First, when you realize that you really are alone?"

Wait, that's not fair.

You'll always have Anarky as a peer and colleague, and you are teamed with another former World Champion.

Oh... yeah.

This should be interesting.

FADE

jayshort · Oct 7, 2012

Re: Firey

“I’m really sorry that I broke your heart, Brian.”

FADE: Trip, Aggression backdrop, jeans and a tank top, holding an “I’m sorry” hallmark card.

TRiPLEX: There you were, sitting in the crowd, heart racing, adrenaline pumping, grinning from ear-to-ear as “King Back” blasted over the speakers and your idol took center stage. He looked magnificent … you hadn’t seen him in forever … you always wondered what he’d been up to, how he was doing, and whether or not you'd ever see him again. Hell, you half expected him to roll out in a wheelchair or crutches, from the beating he experienced at the hands of Copycat. But, like a champion – a true champion – there he stood …and, then he spoke. And, you sat in your seat, waiting, and waiting, for your moment … for your approval stamp … for him to do, what your robotic mic skills, and mediocre wrestling ability couldn’t, and finally make you official … and, then the speech ended.

“And, you looked to the left of you, then to the right, then behind you, befuddled, puzzled, amazed, saddened. You asked the person sitting beside if this was intermission, because ‘This can’t be the end, can it?’ you wondered to yourself. You probably even threw in a curse word or two for emphasis. Sitting there, all deflated, dejected, you vowed to show me, to show those that slighted you in your past, and it was right then and there that you knew what you had to do. You had to win the EPW title again; you had to make an impact, and trump my magical, once in a lifetime, never to be duplicated reign of dominance, and become the greatest EPW World Heavyweight Champion of all time … but … there’s only one problem …

“… You failed. Miserably. You failed at making an impact, once you removed the mask, and we realized you weren’t Lindsay. You failed at carrying the torch. And, you failed at propelling a title that I made the number one championship belt in this entire industry. In fact, one might even say, you took the titles prestige down a notch. You see, for as long as you’re you – unpredictable, selfish, unentertaining, liar – we knew what to expect, and even though we were willing to give you another shot at it, we knew you couldn’t deliver, and we were right.

“And, I’m not even mad at you, nor can I say that I’m really even all that surprised. Let’s see … In one of my many quotes, I said: ‘Come at The King, you best not miss’, and sure, I didn’t make that up, but in the world of professional wrestling, it had never been used before, and I - being of sound mind, and professional wrestling royalty - decided ‘what the heck?’ … and, what did you do? What was your rebuttal? Oh yeah, that’s right … You started cutting promos, walking through dark alleys, whistling the Farmer and the Dell, like little old, sheltered, nerdy ass you could ever have any idea what it’d be like to live the life of Omar Little. Then I made a Heath Ledger reference … then, you start painting your face like The Joker in your promos, and referring to all of the drugs that you witnessed Felix consume, as if that allowed you to graduate from farce to credible. And, if that wasn’t enough … your latest coup … the mask, the name, the promos, the voices...

“Brian, you’re not good enough to do anything on your own, and for Dan Ryan to put that amount of faith in your ability to carry the torch, speaks volumes as to how important it is that Dan sticks to pushing big red buttons, signing checks, delivering speeches, and leave the running this promotion portion of his job to his advisors. Everything that you’ve ever done successfully was borrowed from somebody else. All you’ve ever been good at is talking massive amounts of shit behind people’s backs, playing politics, kissing ass, and piggy-backing off of other’s ideas.

“What in the world makes anyone think you’d ever be able to effectively handle the grind of being this company’s standard bearer, when you can’t even effectively bounce back from a loss? When you can't even stand on your own two feet?

“And, on top of all that … what kind of man whines, cries, and moans, because another man didn’t mention his name?”

Stevens ripped the card in two.

TRiPLEX: First, you’re a bitch. …an insecure, sensitive, cry baby ass bitch, that runs to the boss the moment things don’t go your way, yet I’m the one looking for handouts!? Well, last night, I walked into the kitchen of my palatial palace in the midst of a huge dispute between my pot and my kettle … you see, one called the other black, when truthfully, both should’ve just sat their charred asses there quietly, because neither had room to talk.

“If this promotion were America, and we were Presidents, I’d be Bill Clinton. I’d let an intern go down on me, and tell my wife I didn’t have intercourse ... I’d occasionally smoke weed, without inhaling, of course … but, I’d also be known as the guy that saved this promotion from going belly up. Ratings, national and international exposure, merchandise sales, attendance, and gate revenue were at an all-time high when I ran roughshod over professional wrestling, and me admitting that is not me attempting to shit on the rest of the roster, because we have some horses in the stable that work hard, and I respect the hell out of them. This is me attempting to make the point that if the man placed in the leadership position holds no leadership qualities, then it doesn’t matter if the place that he took over was a gold mine … ultimately … we’re all fucked. And, that’s what you did, George W. Bush ... you fucked up the economy, and now you're placing the blame on everyone else.

“But, at this point in the game … who even cares anymore? I don’t. Nor do I care what you think of my drive, my determination, or my will when all I’ve done since I returned was beat the opponents brave enough to step into the ring with me, and work my way up the ladder. We all know that you’ll put a negative spin on everything that I do, and that’s the major reason why you lost your audience, and they all relate to me now.

“As silly as it is to say this to a champion, you’re a joke, First … and, you always were. You just ran into good fortune, and capitalized off of a plan that Lindsay needed to pull off in order to be the first and only woman to ever capture the EPW title, because as sad as it is… she wouldn’t have gotten that opportunity otherwise. What’s your excuse? You were given plenty of chances … LT became Dis to break a gender barrier. You did what she did because you’re awful, arrogant, unoriginal, and couldn’t live with the fact that your career is one gigantic flop.

“I don’t need to manufacture beef with my friends - no, my family - in order to get what I want, that’s what you do. If you actually had the balls to put your strap on the line in this match, like

I did in our King of the Cage match, you’d lose it, so let’s not even sit here and entertain the thought of you being a fighting champion, or ever being capable of doing any heavy lifting, when I went from federation to federation fighting every company’s best, and your title reign has been relegated to snooze fests against the same man that all of those federations view as a professional wrestling laughing stock.

“Remember when I called you a poser? ...yeah you do. I said you were government cheese? You still are a cheap immitation of the real thing, that hasn't changed. Well, your partner? Cameron’s that thick, nasty, welfare peanut butter. Thick headed, leaves a bad taste in your mouth whenever you give him a chance, and chokes whenever someone needs him to provide the goods. So, of course you want him as your partner … that way, when you lose, you have your way out, your instant excuse … but, I’m not buying it, First … and, after this match … after I expose you once more, and kick your ass like I’ve done every single time we’ve wrestled, I’m through with you. Keep the belt … keep name dropping me … and keep stinking up the joint … and, I’ll continue doing what I’m doing, and that’s stealing the show, putting on matches that you’ll never be able to mimic, and being that show stopping, jaw dropping, superstar of a wrestler that you’ll never be able to be.

“I’ve done everything that you’re trying to do, you need a marquee name on your resume, and I’m the best of the best. You need me a hell of a lot more than I need you, and watching you drown in the deep end of the pool as paper champ is amusing. After this match, you no longer have to be concerned about where I am, and what I’m doing … you need to focus your attention on the kid – RK – because I’ve been around him since his beginning, and he has the heart, ability, and pedigree to not only dethrone you, but destroy you.

“Not that that’d be an incredibly hard thing for anyone not named Cameron Cruise to do.”

FTB

TSiegel · Oct 7, 2012

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an EPW KotC backdrop, dressed in white slacks, a white sports coat with a black undershirt, wearing a pair of black "Anarchy"-style shades to match.)

CRUISE: Things just never cease to amaze me with you, Trips. Even though you're right...I couldn't hate a man more than when I see The Firsts' ugly mug, beit it in a magazine, on a marquee or two feet away from me in the squared circle...in this aspect, he's not wrong either; you talk WAY too much....

(Holding up one finger)

...and regardless of what you think of the things that come out of MY mouth, at least what comes out of MY mouth is ORIGINAL, whereas what YOU say...I've said weeks before, ESPECIALLY when it comes to The First.

Now don't get me wrong...I don't care if you, Impulse, Rose and First, are sarcastic or not when you play this "My Buddy" card at each other...

(Cruise snaps his fingers)

(Cut back to Cruise)

But the things I do are JUSTIFIED.

But the fact is that, The First...as much as I hate to admit it...is right.

I'd be willing to bet a dollar against fifteen cents that Dan Ryan didn't think of me as the next on the list to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship, the fact is that he had NO CHOICE.

Because you see Trips, eight years ago I didn't just WALTZ INTO this company expecting things to just fall into place, I BUSTED MY ASS for where I am today.

Knox, I'm sure can understand what I'm talking about, even if he won the same title that he just lost recently within his first five matches under contract.

Outside of becoming King of the Cage, I've won EVERY title that Dan Ryan has put forth to us and the rest of this company to work for...even on multiple occasions and once upon a time...against my will.

But the fact is that despite what YOU think, Trips, Dan Ryan knows I can give the people watching what they want, and that's a complete BEATING on the First that he so DESPERATELY needs.

I did it before with the Intercontinental Championship, and despite what he thinks about losing the title...I won that title fair and square....I just didn't think he'd go as far as he would to get it back, and in retrospect I probably should've...I not only deserve that much, but the tradition and respect of the World Heavyweight Championship title DESERVES that much.

Especially when despite all that, the WORLD can see that he hit the nail on the head when he said I wanted it more, even when he's about the worst kind of Champion EPW has...which is hard to say because he's never gotten bitter over my being better than him on a popularity scale...oh wait...he HAS....

(Cruise points at the camera)

And so have YOU, World Champion or not.

But the FACT is that much like The First did when HE lost the title the first time...YOU WALKED OUT TOO, and as much as you'd like to think and believe that this "New-Look" Triple X is a change from what you did in the past...the FACT is that you QUIT.

The FACT is, that the Cruise Nation and the entire world watching will find it easier to cheer on a man like myself...even when I have to team with a scumbag like The First...to win this tournament than a man like say...YOU, because the fans know that I won't walk out on them, like you did for two years.

And that's the difference between you and me, Trips.

Sick, hurt, limping or any other stated condition that puts me at less than a hundred percent...I show up to work willing to risk further injury for the sake of the fact that I'm out to prove that I AM the best in this business.

Now...don't get me wrong...you wanna spend time with family, on that regard...I'm on board, Sean, I support your decision.

But if you're going to go home and spend time with family...do us all a favor and STAY THERE, because you obviously don't care about this business or the fans enough to keep going.

But all hail "The King", right?? "The King" is back...and while I don't know who the SLIGHTEST FUCK is "Jannety"...to quote the rapper Ludacris..."MOVE BITCH, GET OUT OF THE WAY!!"

But your return to pay-per-view match competition is against REZIN of all people...and it's about HAIR.

(Cruise drops his hands for a second, pausing, then shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head.)

Wow.

What DO you say to that??

In the meantime, I'm screwed out of the same title you wore for so many months and years, and that was when it was a FAIR fight.

You see...I'm PROUD of my accomplishments, Sean, and you can't blame me for it one bit....but I've never LIED about what I've wanted to do in this business, hell, I went out and DID IT.

In the meantime, you're ACTUALLY backpedaling from The First?? Really?? The last time you went one on one with him, he was "saved by the bell" you said?? That's pretty much a convenient draw, is it not?? And thanks to the Replacement Referees of the NFL, we're gladly reminded that the tie goes to the runner...only that match wasn't a Ladder match or a Cage match or something similar...so as much as I'd love to see him lose that title back then...YOU losing...suits me BETTER.

Because it afforded me the opportunity Sean, to prove that winning the World Championship against someone who made a physical act of DEFENDING the title...instead of just showing back up and taking back what you really didn't earn for two years.

You know what a draw means, Sean, the fact is that it means for one night...YOU WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH.

And, as dumb as you like to act, deep down in your tortured soul ... you know it, too, because the fact is that at the very LEAST...when I won the World Championship...your ideal world of not asking or begging for title shots and just getting them when you wanted....EXPLODED before your very eyes, why??

Because my becoming EPW's first Grand Slam winner...rates just as awesome, if not MORE...than your winning the World Championship title twice.

But since we're all dropping facts around here Sean, you know what's even more of a fact than fiction?? Despite how long you held the title before, despite the EPW Hall of Fame mark you got set for you??

If getting past you and eventually winning the tournament....

Then getting the rematch that you DON'T deserve OVER me against The First....if doing that brings me the moment of glory that I was robbed of at Black Dawn??

You not only don't rate...but my spot of recognition in reaching the World Heavyweight Championship...gets even BETTER, because beating The First and becoming the World Heavyweight Champion a second time means that your accolades in this company or roughly you in general??

Sean Stevens, the Hall of Famer, the Two-time World Champion...no longer RATES, much less special treatment around here.

Nobody's done the numbers you've done in EPW??

(looks around quickly and then back at the camera)

How about you back that up a second and re-think that, Sean, because the last I checked Sean, I beat The First LONG before you dealt with him.

So...allow me to reiterate the same statement from before....

MOVE BITCH, GET OUT OF THE WAY.

You're a better leader?? No kidding??

What happened when you stepped into Anthology, Sean, do you remember that??

Sure you do, OF COURSE...you do Sean...because the fact is that the one thing that was able to shush you in the game of "How popular is Sean Stevens??"...DIED that day, because the sad truth for you around the locker room is that nobody likes you.

And you wouldn't have done it in the first place to begin with if you DIDN'T give a...ahem..."single, solitary, itsy, bitsy piece of a fuck."

That's good though, Sean...because once I get the title back, it'll be fun as hell to shove the title in YOUR face... lord it over YOUR head...and give you the finger while I look down on YOU as you go to the back of the line where you belong.

You want your status back as "The King"? It's really quite simple.

Win the World title, Sean.

Win the World title and then have some prick cause you to lose it against your will LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES LATER.

That's not respect or admiration knocking on the door, Sean, that's called FEAR.

See, I can crack jokes...or be laughed AT...as you distinctly put it, but taking the one thing left at Black Dawn that means the most to me in this company the way The First did?? Locking in a submission move and picking up the scraps the way he did last round??

The First knows not only that I can beat him...but with the Greatest prize this company has to offer on the line, beating him makes him even more irrelevant than YOU.

But you a bigger star than ME??

Take the stick...OUT of your ass, Sean.

The fact is while we came out in the same spots at the same time...while you might be World Champion afew times over than me...you couldn't REACH the height of success I have. That's not being cocky either, Trips, because believe me when I tell you, that I've become more of a humble person than you'll ever remember me being.

Even though I've won the Tag team titles on multiple occasions, the Intercontinental Champion on multiple occasions...things you've not even ATTEMPTED to do yet, I might add...and of course...

I only have to say the words "ULTRA-TITLE", and I know it makes you cringe....but I won't do that, Sean.

No one questions that First is the Champion?? Besides the obvious, hell, EYE do; I wasn't BEATEN for MY title Trips, I was CHEATED for it.

And I'll be damned if that ever happens again.

But believe me...once we're in that cage...I'm not going to run, and I'm not going to hide either; I leave that misnomer of a label for the likes of you and First, because people like Randall and I don't need to.

But don't think that I said that the Championship was OWED to me, Knox, because I DIDN'T say that; I said that I was owed the OPPORTUNITY to vie for a Championship.

That's a pretty subtle difference, 'Pulse, because when eight years go by, and you start to excel better than you've ever done before by winning everything the company has to offer...that's not just progress and improvement, no...that's called INEVITABILITY, my friend.

Other than the King of the Cage tournament...there's nothing else for me to compete for, and that's not a knock against the current competition against the other singles titles, but a simple observation by process of ELIMINATION.

And you can't blame me for wanting it back either, not after the way I lost it.

Like I said...after winning everything this company has to offer, why not take a shot at what I wanted from the beginning, Randall??

Going against the obvious and NOT taking the opportunity to win what I wanted from the beginning wasn't going to help me either, so tell me...

Why SHOULDN'T I take my opportunity at being the best and make something out of it?? What's laboring week after week after things NOT named the EPW World Heavyweight Championship, going to do for me, other than prove my blue-collar roots??

Anything that takes more than thirty seconds for you to respond is a travesty, Randall, please don't disappoint me, because I never walked into Empire Pro claiming that I was the best...all I've wanted from the beginning was to COMPETE AGAINST The Best.

And it just so happens that I'm one of the select few that can actually PROVE it.

Wrestling undefeated for over a year puts you to a point, but the fact is that it loiters over your head the inevitable moment when you actually LOSE.

And the fact is that you lost to a man whose never beaten me in half a dozen tries, despite winning the King of the Cage tournament LAST year.

But I give you credit, Knox, it was an impressive run, but if it's your duty as Intercontinental Champion to defend against Intercontinental contenders...and I agree with you on that, it is...why was it that when I was the Intercontinental Champion...that Sean Stevens...the WORLD CHAMPION...would challenge ME?? As a matter of fact...why is it all of a sudden you feel the need to be bold enough to tell First to put the title on the line??

You know I can get the job done by myself, why would you need to put an asterisk on this match by putting the title on the line??

Or are the two of you so desperate to be noticed now that Trips has the tournament and you lost the Intercontinental Championship?? I ask that Randall, because Dan Ryan KNOWS that I deserve a rematch, hell, the whole WORLD knows it.

But I'll leave this up to The First, Randall, because lord knows...his decision-making skills are top notch as of late...right??

Just know this though...

(Cruise takes his shades off a minute as the camera slowly pans in.)

If The First DOES put the title on the line...I'll put it to you like this...

I didn't hesitate to punch that piece of trash in the face and beat him within an inch of his life before...and I won't hesitate to do it again and leave the cage so the two of you can have your way with him.

Either way...I still move on in the tournament, and retain my shot at the title.

And that's a REALITY CHECK that you just...won't like.

FADEOUT

The Great Eye · Oct 8, 2012

(FADEIN: The First standing inside the steel cage as before.)

FIRST: Rarely in my life have I heard one man confirm everything I’ve ever said about him and another man destroy everything he has ever claimed to stand for in a couple of speeches, but Trip, Impulse, you did an amazing job. Truly I couldn’t have scripted responses from you any better than what I got.

I tell Triple X that he’s the past and he gets in front of camera and declares himself to be Bill Clinton, a man who last held office over a decade…So what he’s saying is that I’m right, he’s the past…That he’s not coming after me for the title, that he’s deferring to his buddy RK to get the job done and to pry this championship away from me.

To all of this I say…Thanks Trip, thanks for proving everything I said was true, thanks for admitting it…And you can go get all the oral sex you want behind Poison Ivy’s back, I truly don’t care if you have an open marriage or not. Show up every four years and give a rousing speech for the nation to remember you fondly by and let those who are actually doing things run the show.

You sit back and let everyone remember that while you were cleaning out the EPW retirement home I was the one who gave this company HOPE…When NGEN and New Era combined forces to fight us, I was the last man standing, not you, and now that you’ve finally been removed from power everyone can see the truth.

I’m the one that makes EPW tick…To paraphrase Clinton’s Vice-President…I INVENTED EPW…

So enjoy your time in the sun fighting Cruise and I then you can go off to be irrelevant and forgotten, maybe you can try to shave Boogie Smallz hair or some such nonsense. I’m sure it’ll be riveting.

We’ll move on from you to the man of the hour as even you yourself admit…Good old RK…Impulse…Who couldn’t have said more damaging shit about himself than if he was being secretly taped calling 47% of Americans victims who’ll never take personal responsibility for their lives. A man who makes the moronic claim that he couldn’t challenge for the World Title because he had to defend his IC title…

I wasn’t aware those who held secondary titles were not allowed to fight for the big prize….And it would be news to me seeing as how my first shot at the EPW World Title came with me holding one half of the EPW World Tag Team Championship…Nobody in the locker room pulled me aside and explained to me there was an unwritten rule about holding a belt and going for the big belt…You know why? Because there is no such unwritten rule…Because in this business you go big or you go home, it’s just that simple…

So either you are a moron who thought there was some sort of oath sworn by the holders of the IC Title that you had to uphold…Or you’re a coward…And since you’re not a stupid man…I have to go with coward.

Then you and Rose have a cheerful little conversation where you carry your other company’s water like the good little company men and women you two are…Pathetic that they nearly kill her and exploit her pain for their gain and the two of you keep on keeping on acting like it’s fine…You blame ‘two people’ for what happened…Yeah they might have been the folks who inflicted the damage, but let’s get real here.

Those shows get taped ahead of time and then edited down for TV…And they could have opened the show with “Folks, tonight Calico Rose was badly injured, she is currently in a hospital in serious condition, please keep checking our website and twitter feed for updates” and not shown what happened, since honestly at that point, nobody knew if she was going to live or die.

Or they could have hooted and hollered like depraved carnival barkers offering up a side show of carnage and gore…”See Calico Rose suffer the blow that may claim her life!” was implied but not outright stated...And they aired her getting spiked like a football after a Gronk touchdown right at the start of the final quarter hour too, gotta get that “Nearly kill a woman” ratings bump to keep the ad dollars coming in…Geico so easy a girl with a cracked skull can do it.

Claiming that they didn’t benefit from what happened to Rose would be like claiming E! doesn’t benefit from giving the Kardashians airtime on their network. The whole company profited from Rose being maimed and then airing the footage of the maiming. You two can justify it however you want defend it however you want, but deep down you KNOW you’ve sold your souls to Uncle Eddie for whatever money he gives you…

And that is why you’re not leading any revolutions…Because you never rebel against anything…You take the shit sandwich and choke it down and say “Thank you sir, may I have another.” That’s who Impulse is…The follower…The appeaser…The sell-out…

And in the end the one thing that defines you, the one cute little gimmick that you have that makes you the special little snowflake in this industry, your code of honor…You throw it away the first chance you get…

You want me to put this title on the line?

(First takes the belt off and slings it over his shoulder.)

You want me to risk this belt such that if you or Stevens beat me I lose it? You want me to do this knowing full well my partner is a 265 pound psychopath who hates me with a burning passion and wants to see me suffer. That I’ve spent this entire time holding my tongue and doing my level best to avoid saying anything to upset him since I know one insult, one misstatement will doom any chance of my winning in that cage…And that in that cage I’m one misplaced punch or kick away from being faced with a three on one?

Literally I’m doing EVERYTHING I can to keep Cameron Cruise pointed in the direction of you and Triple X…And you want me to give him the green light to take my head off and leave me laying on the mat in a pool of blood so the two of you can play paper-rock-scissors to decide who wins the EPW World Title.

You want to tell future generations of how you were the most honest, upright, noble man in this industry, how you wouldn’t even stoop to throwing a closed fist cause you were so honorable, yet you will tell those same people “My first world title came when I baited the World Champion into defending his title in a steel cage match where me and my best friend were his opponents, and his partner was a guy who he’d royally fucked over on the last Pay-Per-View, and when the bell rang, well, the three of us descended on him like a pack of piranhas on a side of beef, and I was the one who ended up getting the pin!”

That’s how the hero Impulse wants to win the EPW World Title…By having it handed to him by Cameron Cruise…You talked so much about wanting to grow as a person, to learn and become better than you were so that when the time came for you to be champion you could be ready for it, you could truly embrace the title and what it meant…And then you turn around and take a giant shit all over all of it and say “Gimme the damn belt First, lemme be champion without having to earn it!”

You’re a disgrace…Plain and simple….You stand for nothing, your actions prove this…Somebody cuts you a check and you’ll tolerate any amount of abuse and humiliation…The chance of holding this belt makes you renounce your honor, throw your code out the window…

I say no Impulse…And I do this for you…I give you a chance to have some small bit of self-respect, I’ll allow you to maintain some shred of dignity by having you not win this belt in a manner only slightly more corrupt than when the replacement refs declared Stevens had hit the ground before JA did when they fell off the top of a steel cage…

So we’re going to have our fight in that steel cage…The man from the past who’s currently eying up Lesbian Siegel for a little post Aggression fun…Even if her first name would indicate she’s not one for such activities…And you, the sell-out hypocrite who has no right to look down your nose at anyone…And after this match and this tournament are over, maybe someday down the line you’ll earn yourself a shot at my title in a fair fight, not one hopelessly rigged in your favor.

So you go do whatever it is you do and I’ll keep leading this company and being the standard bearer of the Empire…

Well that and when I get back to the hotel I’ll be sure to get in front of the TV for ESEN’s “Top 10 most vicious moves” I have heard Rose is #3 with 2 previously unseen angles and a bunch of slow-mos...I’m sure it’ll be treated in a tasteful and respectful manner…

(FADEOUT)

jayshort · Oct 8, 2012

FADE: Trip stood center field at Yankees Stadium, in a black and white, "Brooklyn Nets" letterhead jacket, and army fatigue pants.

"I'm really sorry that I broke your heart, Cameron."

Stevens laughed.

TRIPLE X: No ... there's not an echo. But, bitching, moaning, and lying appears to be the theme of your tag team, so it fits. And, believe me ... I tried. I tried to listen to your promo over and over again. I tried to find something that you said that offended me ... I tried to find an area where you made a decent point, find a respectable rebuttal, and tap into that anger emotion, that allows these things to flow a little smoother, and to be truthfully honest? I couldn't even barely find a coherent sentence.

"But, that's you, Cam ... always in over your head ... always trying to fit in with the sharks, always trying to convince yourself that you belong in the same kennel as the pitbulls, when you really should be camping out in the liter with kittens, bunnies, and hampsters.

"Answer me this, Cruise. You don't like me ... and, while I can't say that I have any anger towards you, our past history has shown that when you're my opposition, and I have to defend myself, it usually ends with you in the fetal position, making up some excuse as to why I defeated you again. So, if Dan Ryan locked you and I in a bathroom, a dressing room, hell ... a boiler room, and we had to go at it, and tear each other apart, with the winner being the man who survives ... who do you think walks out?

"...You?"

Stevens worked extra hard, trying to keep a straight face.

TRIPLE X: Yeah, I've changed ... I'm not strictly out for myself anymore. That glory of being champion, y'know ... the one that keeps you and that skinny little bitch up at night, planning, and scheming? Yeah, I did that, minus the plans, trickery, or bullshit, because unlike you and your partner, I'm a man. I have pride, I have respect for myself, this business, and even when they booed me out of the building night in and night out, I had respect for our fans. Yeah, I told them to kiss my ass on the regular, but my t-shirt sales didn't reach platinum status because I bought them all myself. It was because of them ... so I'll be damned if I ever main evented a pay-per-view and threw a match, just so I could have the distinction of breaking a record, nor would I ever accept a title belt unless I was one hundred percent sure that I earned it.

"The First laid down for you ... and, like a desperate vulture you hopped on the opportunity to be able to say 'I AM THE FIRST EVER EPW GRANDSLAM WINNER', because you wanted to rub success in the faces of all of the wrestlers - myself included - that viewed you as trash. So, yeah ... you're the first ever grand slam winner ... Congratulations. You held the tag straps as the weak link of a weak team, in a weak division, that nobody cared about at the time. You were Intercontinental Champion at a time when no one could see you, because everyone was busy paying attention to me. No one even remembers your Television Title reign, and you were World Champ for thirty seconds.

"Oooooooooh. Guess you showed us, huh? Whatever floats your boat, bad ass."

A cold gust of wind blew, causing Sean to shiver a bit. Yes, friends ... summer is gone.

TRIPLE X: And, for the love of God ... I can't understand how you're incapable of grasping the concept of me not giving a fuck about Anthology. That was your baby, you ran your mouth, it amused me to see how easy it was to talk Jared and crew out of being your friend, and destroying the one good thing that you had going for yourself. End of story. I had no intentions of leading that stable anywhere but into the ground. I did what I did to embarass you, and I succeeded. I took over your corny little boy band, to destroy it from within, because I was tired of you guys running your mouths like you were running shit when everyone knew I was the be all end all. Ask your BFF ... ask him. I never hung out with Jared once, never sent Copycat so much as a text message, and couldn't, for the life of me, tell you who the other member was.

"See, I'm a pitbull, Cameron ... and even though it may appear that I've changed my ways, a tiger never loses it's stripes, and if you and your miniature tag partner keep pulling my card, you're going to force my hand, and make me resort to what I know. It's going to lead to you being hurt, him without the big gold belt to use as a crutch, and me proving that I still have what it takes to dominate this federation once again, because beating people up, destroying their lives, and making them quit is what I do.

"And, get your facts straight ... I have never quit at anything in my life. I was given the option of facing The First and recapturing the EPW title, or defending it's honor against Copycat, who was seeking to destroy this place, and I chose the honor of the house that I helped build. And, I'll call a spade a spade ... on that day, I failed. Copycat beat me within an inch of my life, injured me, and had me stretchered out of the arena. But, let's not get anything misconstrued ... See, there's a difference from being hurt, and injured. The shit that you're talking about? The jammed thumbs, sore knees, neck and back pains? Newsflash, bitch ... we all deal with that. There is absolutely nothing special about anything that you've done. I was almost paralyzed ... I almost died that night ... and, the fact that you'd even bring that up in debate means that you're either trying to make me mad, or you're stupid. ...and, either way, I refuse to believe that you're that dumb, so I'm going to give you a pass, but don't test my patience.

"You couldn't make it around the block carrying my jockstrap, and nobody with a functioning brain would ever compare your cookie cutter accolades to mine. And, at Aggression ... I don't care if you run, hide, or stand tall, and fight like your life depends on it ... I am going to beat the living hell out of you. Just for having the audacity to open your mouth, and talk to me like I'm some regular ass wrestler, when I should be spoken to with the reverence of your father.

"You want the old Sean Stevens back? The guy that didn't give a crap? The man that exposed the weak, and made you my bitch for well over a decade? Well, at 70... you got him. I'll see you in the ring, punk. I can't wait to hear the excuses you come up with the day after.

"And, as for you, First? Keep talking. You let that belt get to your head, and the games that you like to play make you forget. The only reason why you speak my name whenever you get the chance, is because you know the truth. Your reign as champion has been we ak. And, the only way that you can save it is if I throw you a life line. If I had a heart attack, mid match, and you were finally able to beat me? You get that epic match and victory that you so desperately need ... and, you become everything you've always wanted to be, and that's legit. And, when you lose? Well... nobody expects you to beat me anyway, and as a plus you get to unload the heavy burden of being a failure.

"You didn't invent EPW, and when the Empire's story is told, you'll be nothing more than an honorable mention, at best. But, if you keep running your mouth ... keep disrespecting me with your lies, I'm going to play your game, and when I do, this time ... I'm going to finish you. You keep trying to make a point, that I'm focused on the past, when I'm not. But, I'm not going to sit back and let you poison the minds of our audience and pretend that you're something that you're not, and that I'm not still the baddest motherfucker in this company. This is my advice to you, take that title, enjoy it, keep fighting average wrestlers, and playing it safe. Stop talking to me, stop mentioning, and go on with your life. Because, if you don't ... I'm going to come for you. And, when I do ... all of this ... the mirage that is your career as standard bearer goes away. Stay in the kiddie pool, First ... this is my last warning. I have no doubts that RK will beat you, but I will end you.

"It was smart of you to not put that belt on the line. Shows that you're capable of making intelligent decisions. Don't make a terrible one and annoy me."

FTB

TSiegel · Oct 9, 2012

"Bravo, Sean. Bra-FUCKING-vo. It's about time."

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise slow-clapping, in front of an EPW KotC backdrop, in white slacks and a white sports coat and blue undershirt with matching blue Anarchy-style shades.)

CRUISE: The fact is that I've never PRETENDED to BE anything. That's why I said when I don't like The First...I DON'T. When I say I don't like you...I DON'T. Never in that inclination did that ever mean I was weak in ANYTHING, much less teaming with anyone or working with anything REMOTELY retarded...namely yourself.

(Cruise temporarily turns his head to a side camera.)

No, I can't honestly remember teaming with Sean Stevens, folks, I just wanted the excuse in this point in time to call him retarded.

(Cruise turns his head back to the other camera and shoots the double-one-finger-salute.)

Because FUCK YOU, Sean, that's why.

But seriously, since we're getting things straight...allow ME.

I can understand calling yourself "The King".

Howard Stern allowed it, because people loved listening in.

Jerry Springer allowed it because it was flattering, and at the time...obvious.

Elvis allowed it because at the time, it was obvious as well and became respected for what he did for music.

But what you fail to understand, what you fail to RECOGNIZE....is that you're NOT "The King" anymore, because you LOST the Crown...your Administration ended, your ship sank, and so forth and so forth with the analogies.

And once you're not "The King" anymore...you really ARE just a COMMON WRESTLER, and what that means is that I can DISRESPECT YOU...I can beat you ABSOLUTELY SENSELESS....and I'll never have to worry about being penalized for it.

At least not unless I put you OUT, but the fact is that if I'm so "Lucky" and do bring that to fruition....I'll be doing the locker room and the people around the world a FAVOR.

Because you see...what you fail to comprehend, Sean,...is that I KNOW that I'm in over my head, in fact I WANT to be in over my head. I WANT to fit in-and-swim, with the sharks and I BELONG in the same kennel with the pitbulls, and the entire world KNOWS IT.

I mean...after all, which one of us competed in the Ultratitle tournament this year?? Okay...now answer this question, Trips, which one of us embarrassed Dan Ryan TWICE...INCLUDING the First Round??

(Cruise turns to the side again, smiling, popping his eyes open and snapping his fingers and pointing towards the camera, gasping in a mocking fashion.)

OH NO HE DIDN'T!!!

(Cruise gestures back to himself with both thumbs.)

OH HELL YES I DID!!!

(Cruise looks back at the original camera again.)

See Sean, I can say that about you because it's true and you have nothing to say about it because it's true. I can also say that knowing that you'd probably say the same thing about Dan Ryan, but the truth of the matter is...Dan Ryan has nothing to prove, not to you, me, First or anyone for that matter, especially in his own company.

Hell, you can ask Jason Reeves about that one.

I know what you're going to say too, sure...I failed too, but to represent Empire Pro Wrestling in the biggest tournament in this business has to offer is an HONOR.

Especially when hundreds of THOUSANDS expected me to be beaten right out the gate, I'm sure....

Just.

Like.

YOU.

So to answer your question, you bet your ass I think I walk out of that bathroom...dressing room...boiler room or whatever Dan Ryan chooses to lock us into, because while The First seems to think that with one wrong move or one wrong word, that it'll become a three-on-one spectacle for thousands watching around the world...all it takes is one misunderstanding and it's a bad situation for ME.

Which is fine, because in all honesty, that's what I was prepared for LAST year in this tournament.

But I think that way because if at the worst that happens, and I overcome it...I can overcome ANYTHING, and if beating The First and becoming the World Champion eight years later after I made it a personal GOAL to begin with says anything...it says that I CAN BEAT YOU TOO.

That...and Dan Ryan brings in more profits than ever before, and that includes the time with you as the World Heavyweight Champion, which generally makes him a happy man altogether, since we're calling spades, spades.

But since I'm NOT an African-American...I'm a Virgo, there's a difference...of COURSE you're out for yourself, Sean, you always have been and you always will be and THAT is a fact.

You wanna talk about Pride?? Try losing the World Championship seconds after winning it, and then taking your frustrations out on the very man that made that happen....and throwing him into Bay while thousands of people CHEERED YOU ON.

THAT...is PRIDE, Sean, that is RESPECT.

Things that are gonna take more than just shaving a Drug Addict of his hair on a Pay-Per-View to convince people of, in case you forgot. Because telling the fans to kiss your ass but buy your T-shirts even though they boo you out of the building...that's not exactly something they're going to choose to let bygones be bygones about, if you catch my drift.

I say that last part, by the way Sean, because you evidently DON'T, not to mention do you make a believer of me for one second when you say you're better than The First, regardless of what the record books say.

The First couldn't lay down for me because he even ATTEMPTED to...the bay would've been an ASSET to ease the pain from what I would do to him.

What do you REALLY think people called it while you were gone??

You were on SABBATICAL?? You were on hiatus?? Stayed on a vacation for TWO YEARS??

No, you BASTARD, you QUIT, just like my "partner" quit before returning as "Dis".

You wanna hurt me?? GOOD, I TRIPLE-DOG-DARE YOU.

Because I'm going to hurt you right back.

Believe me, COMMON WRESTLER....you DON'T want me one-on-one, not in THAT cage.

Thinking otherwise would be a REALITY CHECK...you just...won't like.

FADEOUT

User Poets · Oct 9, 2012

First he thinks it than he says it, he's awesome. Awesome!

"I think we can call it."

"Cameron Cruise has officially jumped the shark."

(FADEIN... on a My Buddy and a Kid Sister.

No, I'm not kidding. And no, I'm not linking the video again.)

"To be fair, I don't think it's really his fault. He doesn't really think too far past the tip of his nose when it comes to this sport, so to come out here and say that Cammy has now played the My Buddy theme... twice... over the course of his professional career is no great panic, and I'm sure he doesn't even remember doing it once before."

"But it makes sense."

"Cameron, I like you. I've always liked you. You're a good kid, but you have no confidence in yourself. Even as a former EPW World Champion, even as the first man to win the EPW Grand Slam... you just don't have it. I don't know if it's even something you're aware of, but you have zero ability to stand or fall, to win or lose on your own two feet."

Thus, we have My Buddy and Kid Sister.

"For months, for years, for however long it was, you were the Kid Sister to your buddy, Jared Wells. He spoke with short words that the average fifth grader found hilarious, and you were both the enabler and the beneficiary of his confidence. With your Buddy watching your back, you felt invincible, like you could do anything - even win the EPW World Title."

The irony of that setup is that, while Jared Wells had all the confidence in your partnership, you were the one with all the talent.

"But your Buddy went away, and there you were, a Kid Sister with nobody telling you how awesome you were."

With that, I removed Kid Sister, shifted my camera to the right, and put another My Buddy down, only this one had been painted pure white with blackened eyes and ankhs and Pentacles and moons and whatnot on his face.

You know, all the things that someone who recently memorized what it means to be a goth might paint on their face.

"And you replaced him, very quickly, with The First."

"I'm not saying that he's your new Buddy, or that you step in line with everything he says. No, you hate him and it's obvious."

"What I'm saying, Cameron, is that as much as you defined yourself as Jared Wells' straight man..."

No pun intended.

"...you're now defining yourself as The First's enemy."

"Who are you, Cameron?"

"I wonder if you even know."

And I took the regular My Buddy and removed him, and centered the camera on the 'First' My Buddy.

"Speaking of who are you... Who are you, First?"

"You came back to the Empire with nothing but praise and compliments for what I was doing as the Intercontinental Champion, all the while referring to me as the Sad Prince under the Dis mask."

"Which was the real you, First? The guy who did nothing but suck up to me, or the guy who spent every moment that he wasn't insulting Nark's title reign telling me that I was languishing in mediocrity?"

"I assume it was the second, since that's where you've landed, but if that's true, why the facade? You left this company the show before I debuted, so it's not like I was about to twist my pantaloons over the thought of the Almighty First giving me the slightest nod."

Even now, as your opponent, I don't like you or dislike you, First. I nothing you. You're the next opponent, and that's where my interest currently begins and ends.

"Much like Cameron Cruise, you exist in the space of 'I need someone to validate my career'."

You know I'm right.

"You spent months chasing Sean Stevens even when your consistent losses told the world that you weren't in his league, because you wanted the validation of his telling you that you were a contender. You spent months chasing Anarky, belittling his style of World Championship because you wanted people to comment on how much of a failure he was as a champion compared to you."

"And now?"

"You're trying your best to get a rise out of me, because you want to be able to point to the mirror and tell yourself that you succeeded where nobody else did at taking Randall Knox and turning his cold, calculating, methodical mat wrestling mind into an unfocused pile of rage that, at my size, is not where I want to be."

Even against an opponent of your size.

"But even still... this is what you have?"

"You've now spoken more about the table Rose took than anyone in the New Frontier ever did. As if your continued mention will change peoples' opinions on what happened. As if your continued mention of what happened will make people take your opinion as the right one to have as opposed to... hers?"

"I've presented the same face, the same voice, and the same opinions since I started wrestling, First. What matters to me is what happens in the ring."

More to the point, what matters to me in the Empire is what happens in the Empire's ring. Your consistent referrals to the New Frontier tells the Empire's fans - and the Empire's office - that you aren't focused.

"But I'll say it again: you're trying to convince me, Rose, and the wrestling world in general that I'm some kind of sellout for getting paid by a promotion to wrestle."

"They showed more footage and replays of the incident where I broke my neck against Castor Strife than they ever did what happened to Rose, First... and no, I don't consider that exploitation, either."

"What, exactly, is the point of hiding what's happened? What, exactly, is the point of censoring the truth?"

"Do you know what would've been exploitative, First? If Rose was permanently injured or otherwise no longer able to appear at ringside after that incident, and it was shown, over and over again."

"Instead, Rose continues to show up, both in the New Frontier and here in the Empire, and she says 'My name is Calico Rose, named Rosalyn Callasantos by my parents, and I fear nobody.' Her voice and her attitude tell me all I need to know about the incident."

Strangely enough, no, you don't get an opinion.

"What you do get, is a can of freeze - dried Folgers Crystals, and you get my hand on the back of your head, shoving your nose right into the middle of it so you can get a good whiff."

"Because you spent all your time as the Empire Pro Wrestling approved Masked Man, Dis, telling Anarky what a terrible Champion he was."

When you weren't telling me what a better Champion I would be, that is.

"Because he viewed the belt as a burden, because he rarely defended it."

"One can only assume that you entered your reign - Cameron's ninety two seconds notwithstanding - with intent to do the exact opposite of what Anarky did."

"So how, then, do you really rationalize criticizing me for not being forceful enough for your liking to get a title shot, then refusing me when I ask for a title shot?"

"Is it because your Dis mask hasn't been refitted to house your tremendous ego?"

"Is it because with Stalker fired you don't have an ace in the hole?"

Well. Pot, kettle, hypocrite.

"It doesn't matter, First. Take your pair of matches with Cameron Cruise from Russian Roulette and add to it a pinfall loss to either myself or Triple X pinning you to move on in the King of the Cage and you can be free to defend the belt against your own handpicked opponents, and you'll be comfortably back in the place that I know you're the most comfortable."

"Wearing a World Title with every other person with any connection to it wondering out loud whether you actually deserve it."

"Maybe this time you'll realize that the World Title isn't a means to an end: you don't automatically get respect for wearing it."

"Anarky realized it far too late. But he should've known that the title doesn't bestow respect."

"How could it?"

"After all, he only beat The First for it."

And I'll still be selling my T-shirts at Aggression.

FADE

TSiegel · Oct 10, 2012

Re: First he thinks it than he says it, he's awesome. Awesome!

(CUTTO: Static on camera-view, abruptly cleared up to Cameron Cruise, appearing in a similar grey-and-white-outfit, with black Anarchy-style shades. Standing outside an airport next to his luggage, Cruise shakes his head.)

CRUISE: Wow, Randall...either the time I've spent on the road is catching up to me, or all of a sudden we've got a kleptomaniac on our hands....and to be honest...as old as I am and the time I've spent in this business, I don't think it's hard to figure out which one this could be.

I mean...wow, Impulse...you've been in this company for a cup of coffee...figuratively speaking, lord knows if your workout routine would allow caffeine, but regardless...but since when do you know what I've said in Empire Pro past the time you've spent here??

I mean, because unless you know someone on the inside that's got copies of EVERYTHING everyone's EVER said in this company for the past eight years...I've gone on the impression that once something's been sent in, EPW Officials lock it away to review and put in the archives...after all...it's in the contract I signed. The First signed a similar piece of paper, just as Stevens did and the rest of the EPW Roster, which fortunately includes you as well.

So...as I said before...it appears we've got a creeper on our hands, ladies and gentlemen.

I mean, if that's the case, that's fine.

It tells me something else about you that I didn't know about before, that I know now...otherwise, who cares?? It's not like I slandered anyone or said anything that someone else said years before, the fact is that even if I said it before...albeit YEARS before...the point is that I said it.

And if the situation fits, I'll say it again...because I CAN.

Regardless, Randall, I think the time for a "Taster's Choice" moment between two competitors isn't nearby, given the fact that we're both intent on trying to either make the other or his partner tap out or stay down for the count of three for the sake of moving one step closer towards becoming Kings of the Cage.

Especially since you evidently think that I'm a KID.

(Cruise takes his shades off temporarily)

Such a nice boy, that Knox...

(Shades back on)

I may have lasted less than a day as the World Heavyweight Champion, less than an hour even, but at least I never had a problem beating Jason Reeves within an inch of his life.

What's your excuse?

(Static)

(CUTTO: The First still standing inside the steel cage.)

FIRST: We leave Cameron Cruise’s angry tirade to give you…Well…My angry tirade…

(Smiles.)

Revisionist history and lies is all you have left…Truly Impulse you’re making this too easy on me…You killed Anarky for his pathetic reign the same as everyone else…Now that you’re after me suddenly you do a 180 and long for the good old days of Anarky’s glorious reign…

Handpicked opponents? After I won this title did I get a night to bask in the glory of claiming the title? Of setting the world on fire by revealing myself to have been Dis? An act I might add that was so successful Trip’s wife and your good friend wrote a glowing column in praise of my work. Of course you have to pretend that all didn’t happen too…

No, I got thrown into the ring with your partner with no time to prepare, the so-called greatest star in EPW history got to take his shot at me without me having any idea it was him till his music hit…And we went 60 minutes and I kept the gold.

Then Cameron Cruise mouthed off so I gave him a shot at the belt and I beat him…Nobody else stepped up, he did, and I won. You could have called for a match Trip could have demanded a re-match…Didn’t happen…So I fought the guy who called me out, plain and simple…

You want to bitch about Winters? He was a friend of mine for a long time and I felt I owed him a shot at the title…All the things he’d been through all the damage done to his life by this industry…I wanted him to have a shot at the belt...I didn’t pull any punches and I beat him and that was it…If you want to kill me over the Layne Winters title defense, then you got me, I’m sorry I put the belt on the line that night against a man who had spent his whole life chasing what that title represented.

And if you’re angry about me fighting Cruise at Black Dawn. Well if you want to blame somebody for that you need only look into a mirror. Cruise went to Dan Ryan and demanded a re-match with me, and Ryan told him that if the Dangle Brothers could beat Impulse and Stalker he’d give it to him…And you and Stalker lost.

Maybe if you had won that match Black Dawn would have had a main event more to your suiting. Maybe you would have broken your sacred oath to waste everyone’s time fighting Aaron Jones level opposition and gotten in the ring and taken a shot at me. But you didn’t, you lost and as a result I had to fight Cruise again…

And let’s be honestly…I did what I did in that match for the same reason I put on the Dis mask…To gain attention, to anger the crowd, to turn a mass of humanity into a mob calling for my blood…

I’ve got the world right where I want it…In the palm of my hand…And you want me to throw it all away in what would obviously be a trap? You have to be kidding me.

You want a one on one shot at the EPW World Title? You want to step up and finally try to make good on all the hype that’s been surrounding you for your whole career? You got it. No need to bug Dan Ryan or anyone else. The night I have an open date, you can fill it and we’ll have ourselves a fight.

But before that, we’re going to have a fight in that steel cage…And with Cameron Cruise by my side, I’m going to beat you…I’m going to beat you and Sean Stevens because you’re two men who’ve done nothing for the past year yet you walk around like you’ve done it all. You talk so big but now is first taste of failure not going to able to explain away. This won’t be like getting beat by Stalker and then dusting yourself off and calling me out. This is where you lose and it’s not just a bump in the road on your path to greatness…

No this is where you lose and the second guessing starts, the whispers gain steam the doubts begin to grow…When we beat you two it won’t be a blemish on Stevens record…He’s playing with house money this whole comeback anyhow and he knows it. You on the other hand stand to lose a great deal. Once I beat you here, the people will question why I should give you a title shot at all…I still will, the depths of my magnanimity know no end, but it’ll be the beginning of the end of you as someone who’s taken seriously as a threat to me. King of the Cage begins the downfall of the man I’ve exposed to the world as a hypocritical sell out…Your hubris has carried you to great heights…

It will be a pleasure to watch you fall.

(FADEOUT)

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