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JA vs. John Doe
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JA vs. John Doe
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And on lead vocals...
The scene is a public park in the greater Los Angeles area. There's a small crowd of people sitting around in a circle. In the center of that are the Anglo Luchador himself, JA, and his girlfriend Lollipop, who is strumming an acoustic guitar. She plays a few licks from America's "Horse With No Name," and JA chimes in with some lyrics.
JA: singing I've gonna get in the ring to fight a guy with no name
It'll feel good to take out my disdain
It doesn't matter if he even thought of a name
'Cause the Anglo Luchador's gonna deal him some pain, yeah
La la la la la la la la la la laaaa la
La la la la la la la la la la laaaa la
Lolli finishes with a flourish as the crowd of trendsters, college students, fit women and hippies applaud.
Woman walking her doggie: That was cool, man.
Hippie: Yeah man, deep.
JA: Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank my guitar player, Lollipop. She's got great fingers.
Lolli: Not as great as yours.
JA: Hun, cut it. There's kids around.
The crowd disperses a little bit except for some wrestling fans and hippies who are too stoned to move. The camera closes up to JA as he prepares to talk.
JA: So, I didn't win the battle royale at the last showing of Aggression in Minnesota. Can't say I'm not disappointed, but let's put things in perspective here. It's not like it was a one and done deal. I pretty much was the dominant force in the match. With all the stiffs I tossed, I felt more like a bouncer than a wrestler. Besides, with battle royales, it's not if you win or lose, it's how good you look in the process, and with my showing, they ought to rename the "Diesel run" after me.
The winner, Kenny Lombardo's Hero, Seclusion Drudge, won by a thread, and got a nice parting gift of the first Karelin Driver thrown in Empire Pro. I know his neck's got to be sore, and going in there with Beast, a guy who pounds the neck like President Clinton pounds ugly broads, well, it's a recipe for quality viewing. Just a protip for ya, Champ (not that you need any), I'd say go for the high-impact neck-dropper suplexes, topped off with an Absolution and that funky new move you busted out on Benja-turd last week.
JA pauses and clears his throat a bit.
JA: But enough about everyone else. My opponent this week is the amnesiac himself, Johnny Doe, the proverbial man with no name. A man who not only lost his memory, but a few of his cognitive reasoning skills too. See, when you're that green and that rough around the edges, you don't go calling out Tricky Song like you did last week, Mr. Doe.
But I will give you some credit. One, it wasn't all just lack of brains. It does take a bit of testicular fortitude to stand up to the number two man in the company, one of only two men to hold the Big Belt. I commend you on that. Two, you pretty much took a beating like a sponge. I'm impressed. There aren't many people who can take a beating like that and keep on keepin' on.
Three, you obviously know your limitations, and taking some lessons from the number one contender to the title is a good start. It will be the feel good story of the year when, under Douglas' tutelage, you get that big win, taking the Intercontinental Championship, or you finally avenge that loss to Tricky Song, or when Troy-boy turns on you and you get that whole student beats the teacher cliche out for the fans.
However, much like every great student-teacher story starts out with pupil getting his ass handed to him in the beginning, that's how your road is going to begin. Hey, it's not my fault that the guys running the show saw it fit for you to take on the hottest thing to hit Empire Pro since the coffee in the worker's lounge, and boy, if you've ever drunk that, you know it's freakin' steaming.
I mean, if you thought the battle royale was impressive, Johnny, and who knows, maybe you didn't, you ain't seen nothing yet. Of course, handling some of the folks in that rumble match might not have been that impressive. I mean, at least I can count on you to show up.
And of course, I don't expect anything less than what I saw from you last week. But here's the rub. I can dish out as much punishment as Tricky Song. There isn't going to be a problem there. It doesn't matter if you get up 999 times, because I'll be there to knock you down a 1000th. And odds are, after you get planted with the Karelin Driver, that's where your sponge saturates.
Now, with Troy-boy in your corner, you probably will learn the fine art of offense, but that's an art that comes with time. And of course, with your mentor having the Champ in his sights. Methinks the real lessons won't start until after Troy's got the Beast out of his system.
So, John-John, I think I laid it out simple enough, and I'm sorry that your initial investments in some training won't pay off immediate returns.
But hey, at least you won't have any shame. Because when the folks look back on my run here in Empire, they'll look at it with the same awe they do with the other legendary debuts in wrestling history. There's no shame losing to a phenomenon.
Especially one who can sing like I do...
One of the hippies snaps out of his acid-induced haze and fires up a lighter.
JA: Ooh, looks like I got a request for an encore. Hit it, Lolli!
Lollipop starts strumming the six-string again.
JA: singing There's somethign happening here
What it is, it's crystaaal clear
There's a man in a mask in the Pro
Taking on the best and givin' them a go
Empire, stop, hey, what's that sound
It's J to the A making the rounds....
The stragglers clap as the scene fades to the Empire logo.
The scene is a public park in the greater Los Angeles area. There's a small crowd of people sitting around in a circle. In the center of that are the Anglo Luchador himself, JA, and his girlfriend Lollipop, who is strumming an acoustic guitar. She plays a few licks from America's "Horse With No Name," and JA chimes in with some lyrics.
JA: singing I've gonna get in the ring to fight a guy with no name
It'll feel good to take out my disdain
It doesn't matter if he even thought of a name
'Cause the Anglo Luchador's gonna deal him some pain, yeah
La la la la la la la la la la laaaa la
La la la la la la la la la la laaaa la
Lolli finishes with a flourish as the crowd of trendsters, college students, fit women and hippies applaud.
Woman walking her doggie: That was cool, man.
Hippie: Yeah man, deep.
JA: Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank my guitar player, Lollipop. She's got great fingers.
Lolli: Not as great as yours.
JA: Hun, cut it. There's kids around.
The crowd disperses a little bit except for some wrestling fans and hippies who are too stoned to move. The camera closes up to JA as he prepares to talk.
JA: So, I didn't win the battle royale at the last showing of Aggression in Minnesota. Can't say I'm not disappointed, but let's put things in perspective here. It's not like it was a one and done deal. I pretty much was the dominant force in the match. With all the stiffs I tossed, I felt more like a bouncer than a wrestler. Besides, with battle royales, it's not if you win or lose, it's how good you look in the process, and with my showing, they ought to rename the "Diesel run" after me.
The winner, Kenny Lombardo's Hero, Seclusion Drudge, won by a thread, and got a nice parting gift of the first Karelin Driver thrown in Empire Pro. I know his neck's got to be sore, and going in there with Beast, a guy who pounds the neck like President Clinton pounds ugly broads, well, it's a recipe for quality viewing. Just a protip for ya, Champ (not that you need any), I'd say go for the high-impact neck-dropper suplexes, topped off with an Absolution and that funky new move you busted out on Benja-turd last week.
JA pauses and clears his throat a bit.
JA: But enough about everyone else. My opponent this week is the amnesiac himself, Johnny Doe, the proverbial man with no name. A man who not only lost his memory, but a few of his cognitive reasoning skills too. See, when you're that green and that rough around the edges, you don't go calling out Tricky Song like you did last week, Mr. Doe.
But I will give you some credit. One, it wasn't all just lack of brains. It does take a bit of testicular fortitude to stand up to the number two man in the company, one of only two men to hold the Big Belt. I commend you on that. Two, you pretty much took a beating like a sponge. I'm impressed. There aren't many people who can take a beating like that and keep on keepin' on.
Three, you obviously know your limitations, and taking some lessons from the number one contender to the title is a good start. It will be the feel good story of the year when, under Douglas' tutelage, you get that big win, taking the Intercontinental Championship, or you finally avenge that loss to Tricky Song, or when Troy-boy turns on you and you get that whole student beats the teacher cliche out for the fans.
However, much like every great student-teacher story starts out with pupil getting his ass handed to him in the beginning, that's how your road is going to begin. Hey, it's not my fault that the guys running the show saw it fit for you to take on the hottest thing to hit Empire Pro since the coffee in the worker's lounge, and boy, if you've ever drunk that, you know it's freakin' steaming.
I mean, if you thought the battle royale was impressive, Johnny, and who knows, maybe you didn't, you ain't seen nothing yet. Of course, handling some of the folks in that rumble match might not have been that impressive. I mean, at least I can count on you to show up.
And of course, I don't expect anything less than what I saw from you last week. But here's the rub. I can dish out as much punishment as Tricky Song. There isn't going to be a problem there. It doesn't matter if you get up 999 times, because I'll be there to knock you down a 1000th. And odds are, after you get planted with the Karelin Driver, that's where your sponge saturates.
Now, with Troy-boy in your corner, you probably will learn the fine art of offense, but that's an art that comes with time. And of course, with your mentor having the Champ in his sights. Methinks the real lessons won't start until after Troy's got the Beast out of his system.
So, John-John, I think I laid it out simple enough, and I'm sorry that your initial investments in some training won't pay off immediate returns.
But hey, at least you won't have any shame. Because when the folks look back on my run here in Empire, they'll look at it with the same awe they do with the other legendary debuts in wrestling history. There's no shame losing to a phenomenon.
Especially one who can sing like I do...
One of the hippies snaps out of his acid-induced haze and fires up a lighter.
JA: Ooh, looks like I got a request for an encore. Hit it, Lolli!
Lollipop starts strumming the six-string again.
JA: singing There's somethign happening here
What it is, it's crystaaal clear
There's a man in a mask in the Pro
Taking on the best and givin' them a go
Empire, stop, hey, what's that sound
It's J to the A making the rounds....
The stragglers clap as the scene fades to the Empire logo.
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
So it starts..
FADEIN…
(John Doe standing in front of an EPW backdrop, Troy Douglas standing next to John. John inhales and looks at the camera.)
DOE:
You know what…I have to hand it over to you JA, I really do, I mean how many men go through what you did at Aggression, I mean hell, not many men go into a battle royal and come out half way on top. Nothing to be disappointed about JA, you made it far enough that you can at least say, “hell I was in that match” right? But hell, most men don’t get there ass handed to them by the ex-champ now do they?
Now with Mr. Douglas at my side and me under his wing learning the most efficient form s of wrestling known to man, well I would say I am prepared to come out on top. I do intend on teaching you the bases of wrestling up to date.
Although I am just getting hold of the ropes, I do plan to come out on top, of course with the help of Mr. Douglas. I mean I had to sit there and watch the battle royal over..and over..and over, I mean honestly I did get bored, I mean I saw it on live tv. I think Troy said like if I watch tape it will make me better, I see it as tape of a man that has a lot of talk, and a bit of walk. But hey your life,
I learned a lot from facing Christian Sands in the ring, I mean Sandass has plenty of moves to keep you on your feet. Yet the only reason I was on by feet was to stop the room from spinning. I have never stopped my self from going 100% every single time I stepped in that ring, Christian Sands is one of the best wrestlers to step into a ring, and I understand that, I accept my defeat, but I continued my assault, I tried my hardest, I will tell you something JA, you are no Christian Sands.
For me to go the distance with a man I had no chance against, that is being the best. I will give you the credit you deserve in the battle royal, you carried every one of those men, until you got the boot, you were at the top of your game, set your eye on a goal and shot for it. I am the same man, I set my eye on a goal, I am going to shoot for it.
Think of it this way, at least you know you went head to head with John Doe. Well, I guess that is the highlight of your career so far is the fact that you are going up against me…
I mean I am trying to get the point across that I don’t need some slogan, some hippies to prove I am great…the fans do it every single night I step out on that ramp way.
You want to try and end me, you think I am like those men you faced in that battle royal? Hell, I don’t see any of them striding down the ramp challenging Sands. No….I went down there, and I called him out, and what happens…I get beat like a dog, but I learned, I may have got beat but I picked up his moves, I learned from my mistakes and now I am in full force.
HELL! I have Troy Douglas in my corner. That just says it all right there JA, that says everything. I will walk out there and I will show you why I am John Doe, why I ended careers, hence Cliff Young EPW, Derek Graham NWL, Kevin Watson EPW, Nick Savage NEW, Chris McMillan NEW, Jared Wells NEW, just have to add your name to the check list JA.
But no, I forgot you fought for the number one contendership for the IC title, hell I went in to the NEW television title tournament FINALS, and who did I get stuck to face Jean Rabesque, I mean seriously, I had the man on his toes, and now I have to put you on your toes. Not to say you won’t give me a hard time, I mean you are a worthy opponent, I will give you that, but your not equal. In speed, I have you beat
I have watched ENDLESS tape of myself wrestling, found my errors and improved them with some of Troy’s. We have found The Amnesia Attack a quite inaccurate move that can be diverted quite easily, and now I am learning The End of The Road. I am becoming the predecessor of Troy Douglas. Once I master his moves and my moves, I will be unstoppable, and Troy Douglas and myself will be one of the most destructible forces in EPW.
You and I in the ring JA, and once I gain my memory back, I will finally know who I am, and I will owe a great debt to Troy,, I already do owe him a great debt with his endless time teaching my the errors in my moves, and the times I decided to use them. You JA are a profound wrestler, but frankly to get to the point when you get to the bottom line I am going to show you the facts of life, and why John Doe is going to the be the best.
Hell, I see it like this, if they want to match for the IC title right now, go ahead, see if I care. I will wrestle to the top of my game. Think of it as me PRACTICING my new found skills on you. But hey you want to step up to me, I will gladly accept it.
See if what Mr. Troy taught me is what I need to know, or just a load of crap.
Troy gives John the finger off camera.
Doe: But hell, I guess I will….see you at the end…
Troy: (whispering and shaking his head) See you at the end of the road….
Doe: See you at the end of the road….
(CUE UP: Kashmir by Led Zeppelin as John doe walks off camera.)
FADEOUT…
FADEIN…
(John Doe standing in front of an EPW backdrop, Troy Douglas standing next to John. John inhales and looks at the camera.)
DOE:
You know what…I have to hand it over to you JA, I really do, I mean how many men go through what you did at Aggression, I mean hell, not many men go into a battle royal and come out half way on top. Nothing to be disappointed about JA, you made it far enough that you can at least say, “hell I was in that match” right? But hell, most men don’t get there ass handed to them by the ex-champ now do they?
Now with Mr. Douglas at my side and me under his wing learning the most efficient form s of wrestling known to man, well I would say I am prepared to come out on top. I do intend on teaching you the bases of wrestling up to date.
Although I am just getting hold of the ropes, I do plan to come out on top, of course with the help of Mr. Douglas. I mean I had to sit there and watch the battle royal over..and over..and over, I mean honestly I did get bored, I mean I saw it on live tv. I think Troy said like if I watch tape it will make me better, I see it as tape of a man that has a lot of talk, and a bit of walk. But hey your life,
I learned a lot from facing Christian Sands in the ring, I mean Sandass has plenty of moves to keep you on your feet. Yet the only reason I was on by feet was to stop the room from spinning. I have never stopped my self from going 100% every single time I stepped in that ring, Christian Sands is one of the best wrestlers to step into a ring, and I understand that, I accept my defeat, but I continued my assault, I tried my hardest, I will tell you something JA, you are no Christian Sands.
For me to go the distance with a man I had no chance against, that is being the best. I will give you the credit you deserve in the battle royal, you carried every one of those men, until you got the boot, you were at the top of your game, set your eye on a goal and shot for it. I am the same man, I set my eye on a goal, I am going to shoot for it.
Think of it this way, at least you know you went head to head with John Doe. Well, I guess that is the highlight of your career so far is the fact that you are going up against me…
I mean I am trying to get the point across that I don’t need some slogan, some hippies to prove I am great…the fans do it every single night I step out on that ramp way.
You want to try and end me, you think I am like those men you faced in that battle royal? Hell, I don’t see any of them striding down the ramp challenging Sands. No….I went down there, and I called him out, and what happens…I get beat like a dog, but I learned, I may have got beat but I picked up his moves, I learned from my mistakes and now I am in full force.
HELL! I have Troy Douglas in my corner. That just says it all right there JA, that says everything. I will walk out there and I will show you why I am John Doe, why I ended careers, hence Cliff Young EPW, Derek Graham NWL, Kevin Watson EPW, Nick Savage NEW, Chris McMillan NEW, Jared Wells NEW, just have to add your name to the check list JA.
But no, I forgot you fought for the number one contendership for the IC title, hell I went in to the NEW television title tournament FINALS, and who did I get stuck to face Jean Rabesque, I mean seriously, I had the man on his toes, and now I have to put you on your toes. Not to say you won’t give me a hard time, I mean you are a worthy opponent, I will give you that, but your not equal. In speed, I have you beat
I have watched ENDLESS tape of myself wrestling, found my errors and improved them with some of Troy’s. We have found The Amnesia Attack a quite inaccurate move that can be diverted quite easily, and now I am learning The End of The Road. I am becoming the predecessor of Troy Douglas. Once I master his moves and my moves, I will be unstoppable, and Troy Douglas and myself will be one of the most destructible forces in EPW.
You and I in the ring JA, and once I gain my memory back, I will finally know who I am, and I will owe a great debt to Troy,, I already do owe him a great debt with his endless time teaching my the errors in my moves, and the times I decided to use them. You JA are a profound wrestler, but frankly to get to the point when you get to the bottom line I am going to show you the facts of life, and why John Doe is going to the be the best.
Hell, I see it like this, if they want to match for the IC title right now, go ahead, see if I care. I will wrestle to the top of my game. Think of it as me PRACTICING my new found skills on you. But hey you want to step up to me, I will gladly accept it.
See if what Mr. Troy taught me is what I need to know, or just a load of crap.
Troy gives John the finger off camera.
Doe: But hell, I guess I will….see you at the end…
Troy: (whispering and shaking his head) See you at the end of the road….
Doe: See you at the end of the road….
(CUE UP: Kashmir by Led Zeppelin as John doe walks off camera.)
FADEOUT…
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The scene is still the SoCal park where JA, Lollipop and the hippies were hanging around. However, the hippies are now gone. In their place is an old, black blues guitarist, strumming on the six string with JA sitting next to him on the bench. Lolli's sitting on the ground, Indian style, bobbing her head side to side with the music. The bluesman is strumming "Crossroads," the great Robert Johnson song made famous by Cream. JA sings along.
JA: Goin' down to the crossroads
To beat up John Doe
Goin' down to the crossroads
To beat up on John Doe
Gonna leave his battered body
On the riverside...
Lolli claps as the bluesman and JA both take bows from their seat
JA: That was good, Blind Willie.
BW: Thanks my man, you ain't so bad yaself at the blues for a rassla.
JA: Thanks.
JA turns to the camera.
JA: The blues are a powerful form of music. They're simple, but they say so much. They're so expressive, especially of sadness.
After hearing what you had to say there, Johnny boy, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness deep down in my gut. No, it's not because I feel like I'm overmatched here, because that's clearly not the case. It's not because I'm still bummed about the battle royale either. That disappointment's gone. Nah, I have the blues because in a way, No-name, I feel sorry that I have to beat up on someone as clueless as you are. I'd rather match wits with someone of my caliber, but then again, I take what I can get.
For one, I can't get over how provincially minded you are, thinking that this match with you, a guy who can't even remember his own name, is the highlight of my career. Check my resume, it's online. I've held titles before. I've tangled with the big boys. I hold a win over this company's Champ. Not to say I take you lightly, No-name, I already covered my admiration for your pain threshold previously. But believe you me, I think that's exhibit A of you needing to get your head checked for more than just memory loss.
Second, I guess you still don't see the light about your mentor. There's a reason why he's only been confining you to watching tapes so far, and that's because he's still focused on Beastie Boy. Not that I blame him, I mean, anyone who has a shot coming up at the Big Belt should spend most of his (or her, depending on if Lindz ever gets her shot) time preparing for that.
Besides, do you think watching ENDLESS hours of tape is going to help you? Especially watching yourself? I'm guessing you don't have any of JA's Greatest Hits lined up, since from the looks of things, you're pretty self-absorbed. And hey, when I'm the one calling you out for being self-absorbed, well you know it's a problem.
Solely watching tape isn't going to make you better anyway. I'm guessing you're going to try to avoid making all those mistakes you used to make and it's going to make you so preoccupied that you'll make brand new mistakes. And when you're in the ring with someone as smart and adaptable as I am, well, that's gonna spell doom. Besides, who gets better by just watching tape anyway? I mean, by that logic, do you watch porn all day to get better at sex?
Lolli: Hey, you watched porn all day before you met me.
JA: Yeah, but that was for recreational purposes babe.
JA clears his throat.
JA: Anyway, if you're going to wait to practice your newfound skills until you get into the ring with me, I would suggest you drop the whole "I'm gonna win this match!" routine and save it for Blu Thundarous, or whatever other stiff who doesn't like to show up to the arena on time. Because I come prepared 25/8... that's 25 hours a day and eight days a week for the metaphorically challenged. I'm not gonna lie down as easily for you.
But anyway, I wasn't shaking my head at your idiocy the whole time. No, there was at least one thing I found myself nodding in agreement to. I'm not Tricky Song. Nope, nor do I want to be him. He's too big, he's not as quick as I am, he's not nearly as sexy as I am and quite frankly, he's not nearly as good as I am.
Ooh, I can hear the gasps now back at the arena, this neophyte coming in and saying he's better than everyone. Well, just because I haven't had the chance to prove it yet doesn't mean it's not true. And believe you me, No-name, I plan on proving that I'm pretty much the best this place has and ever will see. But no, I'm not Tricky Song, and if you think that's license for you to take me lightly, well, maybe you're going to want to contract amnesia again so you can forget about this match.
Because you see, Johnny-kin, I'm also not Cliff Young, Derek Graham, Kevin Watson, Nick Savage, Chris McMillan or Jared Wells. I'm not some stiff they just pull out of the morgue to serve to some wide-eyed, hungry prospect to bulk him up. I'm the Anglo f'n Luchador. I'm Empire's Hottest Commodity. I'm a big part of the future of this company.
So you can go ahead and whack off to your matches against Jean Rabesque-McMahon or just assume that I'm the next Jared Savage and whack off to porn, but not even Troy Douglas will save you from the beating I'm gonna lay on you.
And that will be cause enough for you to get the blues.
JA turns to Blind Willie again.
JA: Hit it again, Blind Willie!
BW: A one and a two and a...
Blind Willie cues up "Crossroads" again, and JA starts singing.
JA: You can run you can run,
But Johnny Doe, you can't hide
You can run you can run
But Johnny Doe, you can't hide
Cuz when you're standing in my crosshairs
The only way is to be sinkin down...
Blind Willie ends the song as the three of them smile and chat. The screen fades to the Empire logo.
JA: Goin' down to the crossroads
To beat up John Doe
Goin' down to the crossroads
To beat up on John Doe
Gonna leave his battered body
On the riverside...
Lolli claps as the bluesman and JA both take bows from their seat
JA: That was good, Blind Willie.
BW: Thanks my man, you ain't so bad yaself at the blues for a rassla.
JA: Thanks.
JA turns to the camera.
JA: The blues are a powerful form of music. They're simple, but they say so much. They're so expressive, especially of sadness.
After hearing what you had to say there, Johnny boy, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness deep down in my gut. No, it's not because I feel like I'm overmatched here, because that's clearly not the case. It's not because I'm still bummed about the battle royale either. That disappointment's gone. Nah, I have the blues because in a way, No-name, I feel sorry that I have to beat up on someone as clueless as you are. I'd rather match wits with someone of my caliber, but then again, I take what I can get.
For one, I can't get over how provincially minded you are, thinking that this match with you, a guy who can't even remember his own name, is the highlight of my career. Check my resume, it's online. I've held titles before. I've tangled with the big boys. I hold a win over this company's Champ. Not to say I take you lightly, No-name, I already covered my admiration for your pain threshold previously. But believe you me, I think that's exhibit A of you needing to get your head checked for more than just memory loss.
Second, I guess you still don't see the light about your mentor. There's a reason why he's only been confining you to watching tapes so far, and that's because he's still focused on Beastie Boy. Not that I blame him, I mean, anyone who has a shot coming up at the Big Belt should spend most of his (or her, depending on if Lindz ever gets her shot) time preparing for that.
Besides, do you think watching ENDLESS hours of tape is going to help you? Especially watching yourself? I'm guessing you don't have any of JA's Greatest Hits lined up, since from the looks of things, you're pretty self-absorbed. And hey, when I'm the one calling you out for being self-absorbed, well you know it's a problem.
Solely watching tape isn't going to make you better anyway. I'm guessing you're going to try to avoid making all those mistakes you used to make and it's going to make you so preoccupied that you'll make brand new mistakes. And when you're in the ring with someone as smart and adaptable as I am, well, that's gonna spell doom. Besides, who gets better by just watching tape anyway? I mean, by that logic, do you watch porn all day to get better at sex?
Lolli: Hey, you watched porn all day before you met me.
JA: Yeah, but that was for recreational purposes babe.
JA clears his throat.
JA: Anyway, if you're going to wait to practice your newfound skills until you get into the ring with me, I would suggest you drop the whole "I'm gonna win this match!" routine and save it for Blu Thundarous, or whatever other stiff who doesn't like to show up to the arena on time. Because I come prepared 25/8... that's 25 hours a day and eight days a week for the metaphorically challenged. I'm not gonna lie down as easily for you.
But anyway, I wasn't shaking my head at your idiocy the whole time. No, there was at least one thing I found myself nodding in agreement to. I'm not Tricky Song. Nope, nor do I want to be him. He's too big, he's not as quick as I am, he's not nearly as sexy as I am and quite frankly, he's not nearly as good as I am.
Ooh, I can hear the gasps now back at the arena, this neophyte coming in and saying he's better than everyone. Well, just because I haven't had the chance to prove it yet doesn't mean it's not true. And believe you me, No-name, I plan on proving that I'm pretty much the best this place has and ever will see. But no, I'm not Tricky Song, and if you think that's license for you to take me lightly, well, maybe you're going to want to contract amnesia again so you can forget about this match.
Because you see, Johnny-kin, I'm also not Cliff Young, Derek Graham, Kevin Watson, Nick Savage, Chris McMillan or Jared Wells. I'm not some stiff they just pull out of the morgue to serve to some wide-eyed, hungry prospect to bulk him up. I'm the Anglo f'n Luchador. I'm Empire's Hottest Commodity. I'm a big part of the future of this company.
So you can go ahead and whack off to your matches against Jean Rabesque-McMahon or just assume that I'm the next Jared Savage and whack off to porn, but not even Troy Douglas will save you from the beating I'm gonna lay on you.
And that will be cause enough for you to get the blues.
JA turns to Blind Willie again.
JA: Hit it again, Blind Willie!
BW: A one and a two and a...
Blind Willie cues up "Crossroads" again, and JA starts singing.
JA: You can run you can run,
But Johnny Doe, you can't hide
You can run you can run
But Johnny Doe, you can't hide
Cuz when you're standing in my crosshairs
The only way is to be sinkin down...
Blind Willie ends the song as the three of them smile and chat. The screen fades to the Empire logo.
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
Train....
FADEIN….
John Doe in a ring, Troy Douglas at ring side. Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot playing in the background. John stands in the ring as a sparing partner stands in the ring. Two others are on the apron ready to get in. The man ties up with Doe. Doe gets to go behind and hit’s a German Suplex. He lets the man go. The man gets up again, as john nails a arm drag then the man rolls out of the ring.
Douglas: Ok, ok, nice. Learn how to use your moves at the right time. Then when the time is right you can attack in series.
Doe nods. The next sparing partner rolls in the ring. Doe goes at it, not tying up but using a series of martial art punches and kicks. Doe leaps hitting a spinning wheel kick when the sparing partner is holding his gut.
Douglas: (clapping) Nice! Very nice, see you are getting the hang of this, JA won’t know what hit him when you two face off at Aggression.
Doe smirks as the next partner slides in the ring. Doe looks at him and hit’s a charging clothesline. During the clothesline Troy Douglas’s trainer walks into the sparing room. He halts next to Troy.
Trainer: This is the kid Troy?
Douglas: Yeah…it is.
Doe waits for the sparing partner to get up then ties up this time hooking the head and hitting snapmare his opponent.
Trainer: he’s starting to look like you in the ring more and more Troy.
Douglas: Yeah, I know, it’s good, he learns quick. Just have to get his memory back. Once me and John here see eye to eye nobody is going to be able to stop him.
Doe leaps hitting a flying forearm smash the sparing partner hits the ring hard Doe gets up. The partner gets up slow staggering. Doe ???? And nails The End of the Road.
Douglas: ……
Trainer: Never thought that would happen….
Douglas: Think I taught him to much ?
Trainer: No.
Doe slides out of the ring and grabs a towel. He looks at the camera.
Doe: If you will excuse me Troy I think I have a couple words to say to JA.
Douglas: Of course I will be waiting outside.
Doe looks at the camera as Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot changes to Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.
DOE:
Well…well…well JA, is here and he decides to sing me a little song, thank you JA it was a very inspiring song. Although I couldn’t help but laugh at the part of me trying to run. Let me tell you this JA, I never run, I stand up to every opposition. But hey you know me SOOOOO well that you can say that I fear you enough to run.
I didn’t run from Sands. What makes you think you are fearful enough for me to run away from. Hell, I think you are going to have a every rude awaking at Aggression. But no you are JA, you somehow in the blink of an eye know me inside out. While you are there with your hippie friends playing your little guitar. I am here training watching endless tape on you. Endless boring tape.
I have no grudges against you JA, none at all, you are just at man in my way of glory. I am truly sorry that you lost your battle royale at Aggression, you can’t win them all. I have total faith that in a one on one with any one of those men you faced in the ring you would come out on top. BUT in this certain situation you are facing off with me and that means I am NOT like t hose other men you faced off with at Aggression.
HELL, if you want to make it that I am just like those morons you faced off with, then go ahead. Just remember to me you are just another Cliff Young or just another Kevin Watson, you just maybe the next man I shut down in EPW. So if you feel so special, at least you are stepping in a man that has ended careers.
HEY! Maybe you will be so lucky and be another name added to the list of the men I have ended.
To take it to a serious level JA, I look forward to facing you in the ring, I will enjoy it and I will embrace it. I mean you are a great wrestler, so it will be a stepping stone for to me hit. I wish you luck at Aggression you will need it and so will I.
Let me get some things straight before your hippie ass gets all happy and puffs the magic dragon. Just because I want to face off with you in the ring and that I want to fight you, doesn’t mean I like, you. I expect the feeling of hatred to be mutual. Therefore you must have some sort of hatred against me to fuel yourself in the ring.
Honestly JA, I will love to tear you limb from limb. But hell that is not proper, I make no promises. Whatever I do in the ring is what happens, if I decide to break your teeth into the back of your throat so be it. I am just learning new moves every other day. Next thing you know you will not be facing John Doe in the ring, but yet it will seem just as though you are facing Troy Douglas and once that happens I will be almost at the top of EPW.
As for you JA, when I finally start to climb to the top, you will remain at the bottom of the pile, remaining the lackey you are to society. Depending on drugs and hippies to waste your time between shows. Though…I don’t doubt the fact you already do that JA. But hell I have total confidence you will step to the plate and take a great swing at me, but miss.
JA, you keep writing your sons, you keep playing your guitar, I will train day in and day out. And when aggression finally strolls by all you are going to be saying is…”I give up” and taping your little hand against the canvass. OR there are alternate settings to your loss, I am just to lazy to name them.
Just do me a favor. JA! Are you listening?! Ok, good listen very closely ok, put down that lead paint chip you are sucking on and listen to what I am going to say. I am going to beat you for one reason JA….
YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD.
And that is saying it and the better side of the argument. Now listen to me JA I have nothing against you I just want you to know that you are not going against a man without any will, you are going against a man that is striving to get his hands on a title, I am hungry JA, I want to defeat I want to win, I am not going to go down for anyone JA, that is the opposition you have at Aggression.
You think that any wrestler that just pops out of nowhere comes and takes me down? JA you are going to have one hell of a night at Aggression I just hope you can handle what you are going to receive.
JA just remember who you are going to face off with, and remember that you are not just going against any other man, but a man that is treating this match like it was for the World Title. I wish you the best of luck JA.
See you at the end of the road….
Oh I wrote you a little song…..
DOE:
Look at little JA
He’s going to be a piece of cake.
Don’t come to Aggression half baked
Remember your career is at stake
Cuz at Aggression I am your foe
Keep in mind I am not just anyone
I AM JOHN DOE
FADEIN….
John Doe in a ring, Troy Douglas at ring side. Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot playing in the background. John stands in the ring as a sparing partner stands in the ring. Two others are on the apron ready to get in. The man ties up with Doe. Doe gets to go behind and hit’s a German Suplex. He lets the man go. The man gets up again, as john nails a arm drag then the man rolls out of the ring.
Douglas: Ok, ok, nice. Learn how to use your moves at the right time. Then when the time is right you can attack in series.
Doe nods. The next sparing partner rolls in the ring. Doe goes at it, not tying up but using a series of martial art punches and kicks. Doe leaps hitting a spinning wheel kick when the sparing partner is holding his gut.
Douglas: (clapping) Nice! Very nice, see you are getting the hang of this, JA won’t know what hit him when you two face off at Aggression.
Doe smirks as the next partner slides in the ring. Doe looks at him and hit’s a charging clothesline. During the clothesline Troy Douglas’s trainer walks into the sparing room. He halts next to Troy.
Trainer: This is the kid Troy?
Douglas: Yeah…it is.
Doe waits for the sparing partner to get up then ties up this time hooking the head and hitting snapmare his opponent.
Trainer: he’s starting to look like you in the ring more and more Troy.
Douglas: Yeah, I know, it’s good, he learns quick. Just have to get his memory back. Once me and John here see eye to eye nobody is going to be able to stop him.
Doe leaps hitting a flying forearm smash the sparing partner hits the ring hard Doe gets up. The partner gets up slow staggering. Doe ???? And nails The End of the Road.
Douglas: ……
Trainer: Never thought that would happen….
Douglas: Think I taught him to much ?
Trainer: No.
Doe slides out of the ring and grabs a towel. He looks at the camera.
Doe: If you will excuse me Troy I think I have a couple words to say to JA.
Douglas: Of course I will be waiting outside.
Doe looks at the camera as Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot changes to Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.
DOE:
Well…well…well JA, is here and he decides to sing me a little song, thank you JA it was a very inspiring song. Although I couldn’t help but laugh at the part of me trying to run. Let me tell you this JA, I never run, I stand up to every opposition. But hey you know me SOOOOO well that you can say that I fear you enough to run.
I didn’t run from Sands. What makes you think you are fearful enough for me to run away from. Hell, I think you are going to have a every rude awaking at Aggression. But no you are JA, you somehow in the blink of an eye know me inside out. While you are there with your hippie friends playing your little guitar. I am here training watching endless tape on you. Endless boring tape.
I have no grudges against you JA, none at all, you are just at man in my way of glory. I am truly sorry that you lost your battle royale at Aggression, you can’t win them all. I have total faith that in a one on one with any one of those men you faced in the ring you would come out on top. BUT in this certain situation you are facing off with me and that means I am NOT like t hose other men you faced off with at Aggression.
HELL, if you want to make it that I am just like those morons you faced off with, then go ahead. Just remember to me you are just another Cliff Young or just another Kevin Watson, you just maybe the next man I shut down in EPW. So if you feel so special, at least you are stepping in a man that has ended careers.
HEY! Maybe you will be so lucky and be another name added to the list of the men I have ended.
To take it to a serious level JA, I look forward to facing you in the ring, I will enjoy it and I will embrace it. I mean you are a great wrestler, so it will be a stepping stone for to me hit. I wish you luck at Aggression you will need it and so will I.
Let me get some things straight before your hippie ass gets all happy and puffs the magic dragon. Just because I want to face off with you in the ring and that I want to fight you, doesn’t mean I like, you. I expect the feeling of hatred to be mutual. Therefore you must have some sort of hatred against me to fuel yourself in the ring.
Honestly JA, I will love to tear you limb from limb. But hell that is not proper, I make no promises. Whatever I do in the ring is what happens, if I decide to break your teeth into the back of your throat so be it. I am just learning new moves every other day. Next thing you know you will not be facing John Doe in the ring, but yet it will seem just as though you are facing Troy Douglas and once that happens I will be almost at the top of EPW.
As for you JA, when I finally start to climb to the top, you will remain at the bottom of the pile, remaining the lackey you are to society. Depending on drugs and hippies to waste your time between shows. Though…I don’t doubt the fact you already do that JA. But hell I have total confidence you will step to the plate and take a great swing at me, but miss.
JA, you keep writing your sons, you keep playing your guitar, I will train day in and day out. And when aggression finally strolls by all you are going to be saying is…”I give up” and taping your little hand against the canvass. OR there are alternate settings to your loss, I am just to lazy to name them.
Just do me a favor. JA! Are you listening?! Ok, good listen very closely ok, put down that lead paint chip you are sucking on and listen to what I am going to say. I am going to beat you for one reason JA….
YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD.
And that is saying it and the better side of the argument. Now listen to me JA I have nothing against you I just want you to know that you are not going against a man without any will, you are going against a man that is striving to get his hands on a title, I am hungry JA, I want to defeat I want to win, I am not going to go down for anyone JA, that is the opposition you have at Aggression.
You think that any wrestler that just pops out of nowhere comes and takes me down? JA you are going to have one hell of a night at Aggression I just hope you can handle what you are going to receive.
JA just remember who you are going to face off with, and remember that you are not just going against any other man, but a man that is treating this match like it was for the World Title. I wish you the best of luck JA.
See you at the end of the road….
Oh I wrote you a little song…..
DOE:
Look at little JA
He’s going to be a piece of cake.
Don’t come to Aggression half baked
Remember your career is at stake
Cuz at Aggression I am your foe
Keep in mind I am not just anyone
I AM JOHN DOE
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
Doe leaps hitting a flying forearm smash the sparing partner hits the ring hard Doe gets up. The partner gets up slow staggering. Doe irish whips the man into the turnbuckle, hops around sits on the turnbuckle And nails The End of the Road.
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Stupid is as stupid does
The scene now is JA's locker room at Arrowhead Pond. Gone is everyone except himself and Lollipop's acoustic guitar, which JA is strumming. The tune this time around is "Too Cool Queenie" by STP.
JA: singing There was this boy, his name was a Johnny Doe
As a matter of fact he's dumb as a rock
Misinterpreting all my songs, gettin' em wrong
This match is a lock
He's not gonna crash my party
It should be no suprise
The beating's for hiiiim...
Too fool for meeee...
JA stops strumming and clears his throat.
JA: You know, John, you're making it harder and harder for me to give you props anymore. Especially seeing that you keep reinforcing everything I've been saying about you being a moron. You keep proving me right, you unperceptive little man. In fact, I'm betting you have the mind of a teenager up there, which wouldn't surprise me.
I mean, I guess I shouldn't expect someone who can't remember what his name is, let alone what he had for dinner two months ago, to have an appreciation for the blues and early British rock, or else you'd have known that the whole bit about "you can run you can run" was actually from the song "Crossroads."
But taking one snippet from a song I did for dramatic effect and ignoring everything I said about you not backing down and having the pain threshold of a viewer of a Steven Segal film marathon and everything about you being a scrapper and all, well, maybe you didn't ignore it after all. Perhaps your feeble mind couldn't process it, and you only heard what you wanted to hear.
Well, that would explain a few things, and it would also reinforce what I've been saying all along, but whatever, far be it from me to beat a dead horse (no matter what Marcus would say otherwise).
But you know, I guess I'm not surprised either that you hear only what you want to hear, because it's clear that we're seeing only what you want us to see with your whole training routine. I guess I was wrong, seeing that Douglas is taking some time out of his busy schedule to help you out in the ring there and that it's not only tapes and tapes and more tapes that you're watching, but, c'mon kid, how many times did you screw up and have them cut rolling because it wasn't fit for TV? I'm betting more times that you can count on your fingers and toes combined, and here's a little hint just in case you've forgotten how to count on your digits: more than 20.
But hey, I guess becuase you were training really, really, REALLY hard on film and I don't, I guess that makes me "not very good" eh? I'll get to that comment later, but to answer the original question, well, no. See, a good guy named Jesus once said that the guy who goes up in his room and prays is more favorable in the eyes of God than some hypocrite who parades his fasting and his praying out on the street so people can see how good they are. I don't know whether this was before He turned water into funk, but I don't think it matters.
The same thing applies to wrestling. I don't know what you're trying to prove to anyone with all that training and window dressing. I don't know, maybe some of the stuff I said about your lack of offense being offensive hit home. Seriously, are you trying to prove to me that you are in fact good, or are you trying to prove it to yourself? Because if it's the latter, you don't belong in an Empire ring. I don't need to prove anything to anyone until I hit the ring, and then, I let what I do in the ring. What I do outside of the ring is entertain, and judging by the reactions of the fans and my peers who aren't greener than Tricky Song's pee at my talents, I do that quite well.
But yeah back to your training there, that End of the Road there, it looks like it hurts. I'm glad to see that you were able to hit it on some training jabroni in a non-intense setting, seeing it's his job to let you have your way with him. But seriously, do you think that means anything either? I mean, how do you plan on hitting that move on me? I mean, you can't catch waht you don't see, and boy, if I've said it once, I've said it a million times; I ain't just quick, I'm sudden. That's the mark of someone who's pretty damn good.
My record speaks for itself. If you don't believe I treat every match like the World Title were on the line, then I have a bridge in Brooklyn that I'd be willing to sell for a negotiable price. So you can laugh me off and try to claim that I'm just another one of the scrubs whose careers you've claimed to have ended, but you're doing the same thign you're so ignorantly accusing me of doing, and that's taking the opposition lightly.
But hey, what else would I expect from Empire Pro's village idiot?
JA picks the guitar back up and strums "Too Cool Queenie" again.
JA: singing And yeah this Doe thinks he's actually famous
Cuz he ended some careers, almost his own too
Still he thinks he can do no wrong, but boy's he wrong
He's much too, much the fool
JA ends with a flourish as the camera fades to the Empire logo.
The scene now is JA's locker room at Arrowhead Pond. Gone is everyone except himself and Lollipop's acoustic guitar, which JA is strumming. The tune this time around is "Too Cool Queenie" by STP.
JA: singing There was this boy, his name was a Johnny Doe
As a matter of fact he's dumb as a rock
Misinterpreting all my songs, gettin' em wrong
This match is a lock
He's not gonna crash my party
It should be no suprise
The beating's for hiiiim...
Too fool for meeee...
JA stops strumming and clears his throat.
JA: You know, John, you're making it harder and harder for me to give you props anymore. Especially seeing that you keep reinforcing everything I've been saying about you being a moron. You keep proving me right, you unperceptive little man. In fact, I'm betting you have the mind of a teenager up there, which wouldn't surprise me.
I mean, I guess I shouldn't expect someone who can't remember what his name is, let alone what he had for dinner two months ago, to have an appreciation for the blues and early British rock, or else you'd have known that the whole bit about "you can run you can run" was actually from the song "Crossroads."
But taking one snippet from a song I did for dramatic effect and ignoring everything I said about you not backing down and having the pain threshold of a viewer of a Steven Segal film marathon and everything about you being a scrapper and all, well, maybe you didn't ignore it after all. Perhaps your feeble mind couldn't process it, and you only heard what you wanted to hear.
Well, that would explain a few things, and it would also reinforce what I've been saying all along, but whatever, far be it from me to beat a dead horse (no matter what Marcus would say otherwise).
But you know, I guess I'm not surprised either that you hear only what you want to hear, because it's clear that we're seeing only what you want us to see with your whole training routine. I guess I was wrong, seeing that Douglas is taking some time out of his busy schedule to help you out in the ring there and that it's not only tapes and tapes and more tapes that you're watching, but, c'mon kid, how many times did you screw up and have them cut rolling because it wasn't fit for TV? I'm betting more times that you can count on your fingers and toes combined, and here's a little hint just in case you've forgotten how to count on your digits: more than 20.
But hey, I guess becuase you were training really, really, REALLY hard on film and I don't, I guess that makes me "not very good" eh? I'll get to that comment later, but to answer the original question, well, no. See, a good guy named Jesus once said that the guy who goes up in his room and prays is more favorable in the eyes of God than some hypocrite who parades his fasting and his praying out on the street so people can see how good they are. I don't know whether this was before He turned water into funk, but I don't think it matters.
The same thing applies to wrestling. I don't know what you're trying to prove to anyone with all that training and window dressing. I don't know, maybe some of the stuff I said about your lack of offense being offensive hit home. Seriously, are you trying to prove to me that you are in fact good, or are you trying to prove it to yourself? Because if it's the latter, you don't belong in an Empire ring. I don't need to prove anything to anyone until I hit the ring, and then, I let what I do in the ring. What I do outside of the ring is entertain, and judging by the reactions of the fans and my peers who aren't greener than Tricky Song's pee at my talents, I do that quite well.
But yeah back to your training there, that End of the Road there, it looks like it hurts. I'm glad to see that you were able to hit it on some training jabroni in a non-intense setting, seeing it's his job to let you have your way with him. But seriously, do you think that means anything either? I mean, how do you plan on hitting that move on me? I mean, you can't catch waht you don't see, and boy, if I've said it once, I've said it a million times; I ain't just quick, I'm sudden. That's the mark of someone who's pretty damn good.
My record speaks for itself. If you don't believe I treat every match like the World Title were on the line, then I have a bridge in Brooklyn that I'd be willing to sell for a negotiable price. So you can laugh me off and try to claim that I'm just another one of the scrubs whose careers you've claimed to have ended, but you're doing the same thign you're so ignorantly accusing me of doing, and that's taking the opposition lightly.
But hey, what else would I expect from Empire Pro's village idiot?
JA picks the guitar back up and strums "Too Cool Queenie" again.
JA: singing And yeah this Doe thinks he's actually famous
Cuz he ended some careers, almost his own too
Still he thinks he can do no wrong, but boy's he wrong
He's much too, much the fool
JA ends with a flourish as the camera fades to the Empire logo.
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
I am God, I am Greatness, I am John Doe
V/O:…“It is the last hour as you heard that the antichrist is coming…This is the deceiver and the antichrist…” (NIV Bible 1 John 2:18 and 2 John 1:7)
FADE IN: EPW backdrop. John Doe walks in to the room, his shirt holds shows a cross and the holy trinity sign under it, a different camera catches the back of the black shirt in gold writing “Bow and worship the Lord almighty…..ME (under it) I am Greatness…I Am God…I Am John Doe” John sits in a seat that looks VERY conferrable. He yawns, as he stares dead into the camera. John snickers then gives an evil stare, he is wear red contact lenses, so his eyes appear to be red. Yet, Troy Douglas is nowhere to be seen in this promotion.
DOE:
JA, you amuse me. You're feeble attempts to psyche me out before Aggression and by using excuses as to why you lost your matches. Look at yourself. You're breaking down right in front of everyone. You're becoming frantic. It's only a matter of time JA. You'll feel it. The clock is ticking JA, tick, tock, tick tock, tick, tock. Then when the time strikes, it'll all crumble down. There's no stopping the inevitable, JA. It's all going down when that music lowers and the clock strikes. That's when you can no longer hide behind your words. That's when you fall apart. And I'll be there, inside of that ring, watching, acting upon it, and then finally, capitalizing on that
Another thing that amuses me. You're ability to make excuses for your losses. You're saying that you jobbed to the It's obvious that you can't handle the fact that someone beat you. You want the truth JA? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! But, I'll give it to you anyway. You aren't the best. The best thing you can do is make excuses for when someone actually was better than you and took you down. And you are nothing. Yes it is true I am still a rookie, with a bad rookie attitude. But don’t doubt me cause every second you are in the ring with me my “rookie skills will deteriorate second by second once I make a fool out of you, and finally shut your crap hole when we go one on one in that ring.
Interesting how you keep making puns and insisting that I'm cracked up in the head. Sounds like you don't have anything better to say. My words finally got the better of the nobody JA. Like I said, you're crumbling down from the inside. You can't handle the fact that I'm ready for this. You just don't get the fact that I am going to go out there and bury you alive. I'm going to snap you in half. And ain't nobody in all of EPW that is going to stop me from doing so.
JA, were you up all night praying for forgiveness? I don’t forgive you, for I am am a living God, by the end of Aggression you WILL proclaim me as your personal savior.
I mean, the pen is mightier than the sword, but when the pencil is being used the same way that the sword is, the pencil doesn't stand a **** chance. Kind of ironic, just like you JA. You don't stand a **** chance against me. The only difference is that I have the intelligence, and I have the words to prove what I'm saying. You, on the other hand only has the words that you look up in a dictionary and use because you think they look cool. I've psyched you out JA. You can't even think for yourself anymore. That's just how it goes down. I'm not the kind to play the mind games, but your mind seems to be subject to paranoia and can easily be taken advantage of. And this is just the beginning.
"This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more"
Think hard about those lines JA. Take it into consideration that you've created some kind of monster. And by my hands your fate is going to be sealed within that cage. You are going to go down by my hands. You are going to scream in agony by my hands. You are going to suffer your biggest loss by my hands. I'm not going to sit around while you go off thinking your the best because you scored wins over some people who are all bums. Half the Aggression roster is a bunch of rookies and nobodies. It's about time that you finally go up against someone that's in your league, and even in a league above your own. It's about time you pick on someone with more in ring experience and someone that will actually prove more than a challenge to you JA. It's about time you and I go one on one. And that time has finally been chosen, and is about to come this Aggression.
I was actually enthusiastic to see a determined young rookie as yourself, but you turned out worse than I thought. I used to think pretty highly of you JA. But now all I see you as is a confused little boy, with an obsession with Simon. Listen here, I'm not Sebastian, so in all your promos, quit mentioning him. If you want to ***** out of this match to fight him, then go ahead. But then you'd be the definition of a coward. Because you don't want to face me. I would and will destroy you. I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting leather until Christmas. And I'm not just saying that to intimidate you. I seriously will kick your ass. No time for games, as the clock is winding down. There is no more games here. No more fun. You might be having fun in your own little confused way, but when the time to get serious arrives, you'll be too late. You can't expect to fool around before a big match, but when the match comes be serious. You have to be ready for it at all times. So quit reading the mail kid, stop writing letters to yourself, and actually get ready to receive your ass kicking that you've had coming ever since you first wanted to face me. Because it's coming your way. And it ain't stopping for anything. Like I said, this match is a serious matter, and if you can't take it seriously, then obviously you are not fit to be a pro wrestler. Maybe you should go back to the little kid stuff back in New Japan or whatever. Because EPW is where the big boys play, and if you can't stand the heat, well, then stay out of the kitchen
So now you are going to treat me like you are bigger than me? Bigger stature? Yes. Bigger star? Nope, not close. You want to act like you are bigger than me, fine go ahead. But when someone small defeats someone that’s bigger, it not only hurts the body, but it hurts the pride. Your a big star in your own mind. And also in your own mind you are tormenting yourself by being something you are not. JA, you got to know who you are to be a huge success, and you have to know on what grounds you stand on to say half, or all of the things you say. Right now you stand above hallow ground, with only numbers underneath your feet keeping you from falling in through to the stone floor of denial. And when you hit that stone, I'll tell you, it hurts.
I mean, I haven't felt like that before because I knew where I stood, and where I wanted to stand, and knowing that I was able to get there, but I can only guess. You are getting too big for your bridges JA. You have to know that there are other people out there that are better than you, and came into this federation and started slow. You want to shoot right to the top, which isn't bad, but it isn't a good way to start. You can't just jump up a ladder and expect to land on your feet. You'll fall off.
That's why you have to take it all one small step at a time, no matter how hard it may be and how long it might take. I shouldn't be telling you this, being that I don't like you what so ever, but I'm telling you this because it's easier for me to tell you than for you to find out on your own on Aggression when that canvass drives right into your skin, and separates the flesh from the bone in one shot, and then in many more shots. Then in too many shots to count that it doesn't even matter. That nothing else matters but the fact that you are feeling the most pain that you have ever felt in your entire life. But aside from the fact that I'm going to rip you apart, limb from limb JA, it's just the fact that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Every loss builds up and you learn about where you went wrong and what you can do to prevent it from happening again. I'm not one to make the same mistake twice, and I'm not one to lose fairly often. It happened only twice, and I learned from each one of it. JA, when that bell rings, and I'm standing on the outside of the ring with the referee raising my hand showing that I am the victor, you'll be face down in your own blood. In your own world. Your cold, and dampened world. You'll feel that it's all crashing down because we all know how highly you think of yourself. And to see the crowd laughing at you with me will be one of the highlights of my career. Finally shutting the mouth of JA. It may not seem like much, but to shut someone up has always made my day seem brighter. And it's going to drive you into hell.
But enough is enough right here. JA, I'm going settle score. I'm going to make it Doe.- 1, JA - 0. Whenever there was something that I wanted, I always strived for it. I always fought for it. That's how I learned to achieve whatever goal that I was after. By taking down whoever and/or whatever was in my way. To show no mercy. Even to my allies. If they aren't on the same side of the ring as me, then they are my opponent, and I will treat them as my opponent. And I treat my opponents by pinning them 1...2...3, or making them tap out. Once that bell clears they are either my enemy still, or my friend still. And then I move on. I'm not one to really dwell on the past, I keep pushing to reach the future. That future is the IC Championship. But this future is going to be on Aggression when I defeat you JA, once and for all, toe to toe, man to man. It's all going to go down. I am your judge, your jury, and your executioner. That ring, is my court room. This Aggression, you will feel Law and Order, and order will be restored and Aggression will be dished out.
I am greatness…I am God…I am John Doe.
See you at the end of the road JA.
FADE OUT...
V/O:…“It is the last hour as you heard that the antichrist is coming…This is the deceiver and the antichrist…” (NIV Bible 1 John 2:18 and 2 John 1:7)
FADE IN: EPW backdrop. John Doe walks in to the room, his shirt holds shows a cross and the holy trinity sign under it, a different camera catches the back of the black shirt in gold writing “Bow and worship the Lord almighty…..ME (under it) I am Greatness…I Am God…I Am John Doe” John sits in a seat that looks VERY conferrable. He yawns, as he stares dead into the camera. John snickers then gives an evil stare, he is wear red contact lenses, so his eyes appear to be red. Yet, Troy Douglas is nowhere to be seen in this promotion.
DOE:
JA, you amuse me. You're feeble attempts to psyche me out before Aggression and by using excuses as to why you lost your matches. Look at yourself. You're breaking down right in front of everyone. You're becoming frantic. It's only a matter of time JA. You'll feel it. The clock is ticking JA, tick, tock, tick tock, tick, tock. Then when the time strikes, it'll all crumble down. There's no stopping the inevitable, JA. It's all going down when that music lowers and the clock strikes. That's when you can no longer hide behind your words. That's when you fall apart. And I'll be there, inside of that ring, watching, acting upon it, and then finally, capitalizing on that
Another thing that amuses me. You're ability to make excuses for your losses. You're saying that you jobbed to the It's obvious that you can't handle the fact that someone beat you. You want the truth JA? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! But, I'll give it to you anyway. You aren't the best. The best thing you can do is make excuses for when someone actually was better than you and took you down. And you are nothing. Yes it is true I am still a rookie, with a bad rookie attitude. But don’t doubt me cause every second you are in the ring with me my “rookie skills will deteriorate second by second once I make a fool out of you, and finally shut your crap hole when we go one on one in that ring.
Interesting how you keep making puns and insisting that I'm cracked up in the head. Sounds like you don't have anything better to say. My words finally got the better of the nobody JA. Like I said, you're crumbling down from the inside. You can't handle the fact that I'm ready for this. You just don't get the fact that I am going to go out there and bury you alive. I'm going to snap you in half. And ain't nobody in all of EPW that is going to stop me from doing so.
JA, were you up all night praying for forgiveness? I don’t forgive you, for I am am a living God, by the end of Aggression you WILL proclaim me as your personal savior.
I mean, the pen is mightier than the sword, but when the pencil is being used the same way that the sword is, the pencil doesn't stand a **** chance. Kind of ironic, just like you JA. You don't stand a **** chance against me. The only difference is that I have the intelligence, and I have the words to prove what I'm saying. You, on the other hand only has the words that you look up in a dictionary and use because you think they look cool. I've psyched you out JA. You can't even think for yourself anymore. That's just how it goes down. I'm not the kind to play the mind games, but your mind seems to be subject to paranoia and can easily be taken advantage of. And this is just the beginning.
"This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more"
Think hard about those lines JA. Take it into consideration that you've created some kind of monster. And by my hands your fate is going to be sealed within that cage. You are going to go down by my hands. You are going to scream in agony by my hands. You are going to suffer your biggest loss by my hands. I'm not going to sit around while you go off thinking your the best because you scored wins over some people who are all bums. Half the Aggression roster is a bunch of rookies and nobodies. It's about time that you finally go up against someone that's in your league, and even in a league above your own. It's about time you pick on someone with more in ring experience and someone that will actually prove more than a challenge to you JA. It's about time you and I go one on one. And that time has finally been chosen, and is about to come this Aggression.
I was actually enthusiastic to see a determined young rookie as yourself, but you turned out worse than I thought. I used to think pretty highly of you JA. But now all I see you as is a confused little boy, with an obsession with Simon. Listen here, I'm not Sebastian, so in all your promos, quit mentioning him. If you want to ***** out of this match to fight him, then go ahead. But then you'd be the definition of a coward. Because you don't want to face me. I would and will destroy you. I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting leather until Christmas. And I'm not just saying that to intimidate you. I seriously will kick your ass. No time for games, as the clock is winding down. There is no more games here. No more fun. You might be having fun in your own little confused way, but when the time to get serious arrives, you'll be too late. You can't expect to fool around before a big match, but when the match comes be serious. You have to be ready for it at all times. So quit reading the mail kid, stop writing letters to yourself, and actually get ready to receive your ass kicking that you've had coming ever since you first wanted to face me. Because it's coming your way. And it ain't stopping for anything. Like I said, this match is a serious matter, and if you can't take it seriously, then obviously you are not fit to be a pro wrestler. Maybe you should go back to the little kid stuff back in New Japan or whatever. Because EPW is where the big boys play, and if you can't stand the heat, well, then stay out of the kitchen
So now you are going to treat me like you are bigger than me? Bigger stature? Yes. Bigger star? Nope, not close. You want to act like you are bigger than me, fine go ahead. But when someone small defeats someone that’s bigger, it not only hurts the body, but it hurts the pride. Your a big star in your own mind. And also in your own mind you are tormenting yourself by being something you are not. JA, you got to know who you are to be a huge success, and you have to know on what grounds you stand on to say half, or all of the things you say. Right now you stand above hallow ground, with only numbers underneath your feet keeping you from falling in through to the stone floor of denial. And when you hit that stone, I'll tell you, it hurts.
I mean, I haven't felt like that before because I knew where I stood, and where I wanted to stand, and knowing that I was able to get there, but I can only guess. You are getting too big for your bridges JA. You have to know that there are other people out there that are better than you, and came into this federation and started slow. You want to shoot right to the top, which isn't bad, but it isn't a good way to start. You can't just jump up a ladder and expect to land on your feet. You'll fall off.
That's why you have to take it all one small step at a time, no matter how hard it may be and how long it might take. I shouldn't be telling you this, being that I don't like you what so ever, but I'm telling you this because it's easier for me to tell you than for you to find out on your own on Aggression when that canvass drives right into your skin, and separates the flesh from the bone in one shot, and then in many more shots. Then in too many shots to count that it doesn't even matter. That nothing else matters but the fact that you are feeling the most pain that you have ever felt in your entire life. But aside from the fact that I'm going to rip you apart, limb from limb JA, it's just the fact that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Every loss builds up and you learn about where you went wrong and what you can do to prevent it from happening again. I'm not one to make the same mistake twice, and I'm not one to lose fairly often. It happened only twice, and I learned from each one of it. JA, when that bell rings, and I'm standing on the outside of the ring with the referee raising my hand showing that I am the victor, you'll be face down in your own blood. In your own world. Your cold, and dampened world. You'll feel that it's all crashing down because we all know how highly you think of yourself. And to see the crowd laughing at you with me will be one of the highlights of my career. Finally shutting the mouth of JA. It may not seem like much, but to shut someone up has always made my day seem brighter. And it's going to drive you into hell.
But enough is enough right here. JA, I'm going settle score. I'm going to make it Doe.- 1, JA - 0. Whenever there was something that I wanted, I always strived for it. I always fought for it. That's how I learned to achieve whatever goal that I was after. By taking down whoever and/or whatever was in my way. To show no mercy. Even to my allies. If they aren't on the same side of the ring as me, then they are my opponent, and I will treat them as my opponent. And I treat my opponents by pinning them 1...2...3, or making them tap out. Once that bell clears they are either my enemy still, or my friend still. And then I move on. I'm not one to really dwell on the past, I keep pushing to reach the future. That future is the IC Championship. But this future is going to be on Aggression when I defeat you JA, once and for all, toe to toe, man to man. It's all going to go down. I am your judge, your jury, and your executioner. That ring, is my court room. This Aggression, you will feel Law and Order, and order will be restored and Aggression will be dished out.
I am greatness…I am God…I am John Doe.
See you at the end of the road JA.
FADE OUT...