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NEW World Title - Dueling Ladders Match - Tact/Ph.Rep/Daymon/Rabesque/Hart/Marx (c)

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The Conquest of Rocko Daymon Part 1: Breaking the Ice

(Fade into a studio set. On a small platform before a NEW/EPW WRESTLESTOCK backdrop, we find two seated individuals sitting before the camera. On the left is NEW reporter, Sam Baxter. Across from him is Rocko Daymon, wearing jeans, a black dress shirt, and a pair of sunglasses.)

Sam Baxter
Thank you for joining me this afternoon, wrestling fans! For those who don’t me from New ERA Wrestling, I am Sam Baxter, and with me now is a man I’m sure MANY of you are familiar with… ROCKO DAYMON.

Rocko, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to participate in this interview.

Rocko Daymon
Not a problem, Mojo.

Sam Baxter
It’s Sam.

Rocko Daymon
Right, right… sorry, sometimes I can’t tell the difference between you backstage reporter types.

Sam Baxter
Okay…

Well, Rocko, over in NEW, you’ve been on a pretty dominant streak as of late. You’ve gone toe to toe with some of the federation’s very best, new and old, and you’ve been victorious against virtually every one of them. All that hard work has finally paid off as you find yourself in the second night main event of the Wrestlestock Pay Per View event. Certainly, you must feel proud of yourself and all you’ve accomplished.

(Rocko smirks and shrugs, as though it were no big deal.)

Rocko Daymon
Meh… since the day I first stepped into a NEW ring, I knew it was only a matter of time until I got to this point.

Sam Baxter
Now I’m sure there’s a lot of questions on everyone’s mind right now concerning this match… I think the biggest question is… you and the Phantom Republican… what’s up with you guys?

Rocko Daymon
Was it not made obvious at the last Raucous? The Republican and myself have formed a partnership, of sorts.

Sam Baxter
It seems kind of odd, considering the both of you are competing for the same title. And just what do you have in common with GOP?

Rocko Daymon
Well, when it comes to politics, we’re practically polar opposites. But what we do have in common is superior talent, compared to the rest of the NEW line-up. As such, we want to see that World Title go around the waist of a man that deserves it.

Out of everyone in NEW, the Phantom Republican is the only man that gains my respect. And why is that? Because he’s the only one who managed to out-do me.

Sam Baxter
Well, actually, one could also say that Shawn Hart out-did you at BattleBRAWL—

(As Baxter says this, we see a brief stock footage clip from the Pay Per View event of subject. We see the final second of the match replayed in slow-motion, finally coming to a pause at the moment where it appears as though both men, tumbling over the ropes, touch the ground at the same time. But as it comes to a still frame at the final moment, it is clear that Hart’s foot is on top of Daymon’s.)

(Rocko interrupts him mid-sentence, and we cut back to the studio.)

Rocko Daymon
Baxter, you know damn well that Shawn Hart didn’t out-do jack that night. Falling out of a ring and having your foot just HAPPEN to fall on top of the other man’s… that isn’t beating someone. That’s just getting lucky.

Now you look back to a few shows ago, in that crème de le crème battle royal…

(More stock footage begins to play, showing highlights from the match Daymon is referring to. Namely, we see certain spots including Rocko tossing Hart across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex, and drilling Jean Rabesque with the Brain Rocker before dumping him over the top rope. We hear Rocko’s voice-over.)

Rocko Daymon
Shawn Hart got his ass handed to him… and Rabesque didn’t fare much better.

But the Phantom Republican?

(We see clips of Daymon wrestling with GOP, including hitting him with the Phantom Train, being on the receiving end of the Tax Breaker, and finally, GOP flipping over Daymon from their position on the top rope, and dropkicking him to the ring floor, earning the victory.)

Rocko Daymon
I really gotta tip my hat to the guy. He put up a good fight… a little more than I expected… and in the end, it paid off. There’s really nothing more I can say about it; on that night, he was the better man.

(Cut back to the studio.)

Rocko Daymon
Granted, I doubt he’ll get that lucky ever again, but that’s beside the point…

Because the Republican’s the only man in this federation who can actually beat me, he’s the only man worthy of my respect… and therefore my trust. So we formed this alliance as a means of bringing ourselves closer toward a common cause.

Both GOP and myself want that title to go to a man that truly represents an outstanding professional wrestler. As it is, we’re the only two men in the federation who meet that standard. Those other four guys?

(Daymon shakes his head.)

Rocko Daymon
Huh-uh. They don’t make the cut. One way or another, the Phantom Republican and I are walking out of that ring victorious, one of us with the World Title, and the other with a title shot.

Sam Baxter
And with the two of you on the same side, I’m sure your chances of pulling that are significantly greater than any of your opponents’.

(Rocko smiles.)

Rocko Daymon
NOW you’re beginning to understand things, Baxter. Any of those other four are walking into this ring against five others. But GOP and me? Working together, it’s only four on two. Two to one odds are significantly easier than five to one… and when you consider our superior ability, any idiot can see that we have the edge in this match.

This “Dueling Ladders” match… involves six men, and two briefcases hanging over the ring, one holding a title shot, and the other holding the title itself. Personally speaking, I’ve never been a big fan of a match that involves a lot of people and some ridiculous gimmick; I’m more the type who likes to watch two men settle it one-on-one. But then I figure this is a decent way to weed out this federation’s true elites from all the other wannabes and hacks.

As it is, this match requires two winners, and GOP and I are two men. Our plan is to go into that ring, lay waste to the opposition, and walk out with both briefcases. Then, at a future date, he and I would meet in the ring, one-on-one, and we’ll settle it like men.

And wouldn’t that be great, Baxter? To see the two best in this federation fighting for that title? Isn’t that what Joe B. Everyman who goes out and busts his ass in the workplace deserves to see when he comes home, turns on the TV, and expects to see a damn good fight between the two very best the industry has to offer?

Sam Baxter
Well… I suppose. But what makes you think that you and the Phantom Republican are the two very best?

Rocko Daymon
Do I really need to explain it to you, Baxter? Have you not seen the polls? The rankings? Have you not looked back on events in the past YEAR?

Jonathan Marx and Shawn Hart…

(We see stock footage from events at Worcester and Uniondale, notably Daymon respectively pinning Marx and Hart.)

Rocko Daymon
I’ve beaten both of them in singles competition.

Jean Rabesque?

(We see footage from events San Juan, and St. John’s, particularly Daymon tossing Jean Rabesque out of the ring where he is either incapacitated until count-out or eliminated from the match.)

Rocko Daymon
To be honest, I can’t even remember the last time I saw Jean Rabesque in any position other than being on his back outside the ring.

And Larry Tact?

(We see footage from Raucous at Santiago, including Daymon nailing MWG with the Brain Rocker, dumping him over the ropes to be subsequently counted out, and the look of rage crossing Tact’s face as he realizes the match is over.)

Rocko Daymon
Heh… poor Larry. He didn’t think GOP and I could work together, but in the end, he ended up with a face as red as a baboon’s ass when all that bad blood ended up costing him the victory.

(Cut back to the studio.)

Rocko Daymon
Sure, he might have came back and got even with that cheap shot a few weeks ago… but little does he know that that’s the only time he’ll ever be standing tall over Rocko Daymon. Only when my back is turned can he put me to the floor… which really goes to show you just how much of a coward he is.

Sam Baxter
Yes, it seems as though you and Larry Tact have developed quite a rivalry through recent months.

Rocko Daymon
It seems that way, Baxter… strange as it is.

Sam Baxter
What’s strange about it?

Rocko Daymon
Well you see, it’s like this… over the past week, I’ve been going through the past year of NEW promos and shows. And through all that time, I’m still just a little confused as to why Larry Tact thinks that yours truly pissed in his coffee one morning.

Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Since day one in NEW, I’ve done nothing but be myself. Sure, I might have made a few enemies in envious jobbers like HAL and Mr. Entertainment… but WHAT did I do to piss off Larry Tact?

It’s a question that’s been bothering me for a while… but I think I have the answer.

Sam Baxter
You do?

Rocko Daymon
Yeah. You see, Tact is simply starved for attention. That’s why you can’t watch a single Raucous without seeing him two or three times backstage. That’s why he made his return running that ridiculous masked man gimmick. He just wants the spotlight.

And it tears him up inside to see it going to somebody else. Tact is a NEW veteran, and it pisses him off that after all the time and effort he put into this federation, this newer, better talent walks in and goes straight to the top. Suddenly, nobody cares who Larry Tact is or what he’s done… because Rocko Daymon is the talk of the town.

But what Tact fails to realize is that I didn’t get here by whoring myself on camera by wearing masks or pissing off the bosses. I got here by being an unstoppable force in that ring!

Sam Baxter
Some would argue that Tact feels your ambitions are merely to further yourself, and not for the well-being of the federation. Perhaps he feels that if you managed to become the World Champion, you would care more for the legacy of Rocko Daymon as opposed to the legacy of NEW.

Rocko Daymon
You say that like it’s a bad thing, Baxter. Simply put, before I came here, the title of “NEW World Champion” was something that mattered only to the small pool of NEW fans back in that era. I mean, look at how many times it’s been handed off in the past year alone! Every one of this federation’s supposed “top talents” have been playing hot potato with that belt, which, in my opinion, leaves the World Champion looking like little more than a place-holder for the next guy to come in and hold it for a month or two. Hell, look at our current champ, Jonathan Marx… The man has run from more title defenses than he’s beaten challengers!

It’s damn time a TRUE professional wrestler stepped up, took that title, and REPRESENTED this federation as it’s best talent! My coming to this federation has brought some much needed prestige, and I think it’s safe to say that I put the “New” in “New ERA Wrestling.”

The fans may not like it, but damnit, even they can’t deny that when I go into that ring, I give them a damn good show. Like it or not, they need me as their champion, and maybe then, some of the talent around here will actually pick up their slack and start wrestling like professionals.

Larry Tact may not see it that way… but then, that’s expected. His time is coming to an end, and he knows it. I can sense his desperation. He’s like a cornered predator, scared and pissed off… and waiting to lash out. I know he’s going to fight like hell to cling onto that old era for just a bit longer.

But if he honestly believes that I’m not prepared to fight just hard, if not more, just to finish him off and usher in a new legacy of NEW World Champions, then he doesn’t know what’s in store for him.

Sam Baxter
But how do we know who really wants it more? Tact seems pretty dead-set on putting that World Title around his waist for another run. But what motivates you to win this match? What sets you apart from say, Tact or the current World Champion, Jonathan Marx?

(Daymon is quiet for a moment. Then he removes his sunglasses and looks directly into the camera.)

Rocko Daymon
I’ll be as direct as I can in saying this, Baxter…

I’m the only man in this match without a NEW World Title to his credit. In fact, it’s been seven years since I’ve last held a World Heavyweight Title in any federation. I haven’t even BEEN IN A MATCH for a World Title in all that time.

Now there are many reasons why that is. Sometimes it’s backstage politics… or the occasional screw-job… or an unforeseen injury that keeps me on the shelf for a few months, or anything like that. But finally after seven years of busting my ass and being the best damn professional wrestler in the industry, I’ve come across the right time and conditions to earn the pay-off.

I could have easily settled for the Television Title when I fought Mr. Entertainment many moons ago… but I passed up on that opportunity to be this federation’s best. In my eyes, this isn’t Empire Pro, or A1E, or TEAM, or EUWC. New ERA Wrestling stands out from all the other federations I’m in. This is a place where I can set my mark and pioneer an era of prestige and professionalism to the wrestling industry as a whole!

This match is the genesis of that era. Looking at recent events, it’s clearly evident that I hold the advantage in talent. With the Phantom Republican at my side, I hold the advantage in numbers. And considering how damn long I’ve been waiting for a title shot, I obviously have the advantage in motivation. I guess when you consider all that, I could easily slack off and act like I’ve already had this thing won…

But at this point, I don’t slack off. I kick it up another gear and show the opposition that I’m there to do business.

Larry Tact brought me into this match as a means of settling the score, and to beat me to win that title… but he dug his own grave the moment he gave me this opportunity. He has no idea how far I’m willing to go to be the champion. He says it’s time for me to “put up or shut up.” Well, I’ve been putting up for the past seven years… but none of that mattered until NOW.

Jonathan Marx won’t be able to run away this time…

Shawn Hart won’t be able to fall onto my foot and walk away with the win…

And last I checked, there’s still a perfectly nice concrete floor outside the ring for Jean Rabesque to lay his head on.

I’ve been waiting for this match for over seven years, and I’m NOT about to let this opportunity to slip by. What would happen in that case? Would I be forced to wait another seven years? I’m not going to let that happen.

That answer your question, Baxter?

Sam Baxter
It does. Thank you for your time, Rocko. And also, good luck at Wrestlestock.

Rocko Daymon
Luck is for the losers, Baxter. I don’t need it to win.

(Daymon gets up from his seat and walks off camera as the camera fades to black.)
 

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Bumping this up for those to see.

What the hell is wrong with the posting on this forum?
 

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Re: NEW World Title - Dueling Ladders Match - Tact/Ph.Rep/Daymon/Rabesque/Hart/Marx (c)


::the camera opens in on a local high school gym around sunrise in Spotswood, New Jersey, in the middle is a ring with a ladder set up and a rope with a belt hanging from the ceiling. Marx dressed like Chairman Mao but in blue with the NEW emblem on his hat and the NEW World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder walks into the empty gym::

CHAIRMAN MARX: Oh what a beautiful morning it is, but every day is beautiful when Marxism reigns over all of wrestling. Now, before we start, being a gentlemen, I should apologize to the other participants who were nearly crushed in the rush from the crowd and leaving my match the Phantom Republican before we were finished, but a man of my stature to care for his people and has to stave off an attempted coup d'etat

Rocko, as intelligent as you attempt to be, everything that you said is completely irrelevant. It doesn’t matter who has beaten who in the past. There are no pinfalls or submissions in this match. You don’t have to be the best man to win the match, although I always am. All I have to be is the one who escapes among the chaos of five other men and dueling ladders. Everyone including, yourself at ringside, in Greenfield Stadium witnessed an escape that would make Houdini himself proud and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it when it was your job as a lumberjack.

I could have easily pinned Phantom Republican yet again, but I wanted to prove a point about what was going to do to all of you at Wrestlestock. I’m going to top myself and pull off one of the greatest escapes of alltime, one that even your grandchildren will be talking decades from now, that will go down in the annuals of wrestling history and walk out your NEW World Heavyweight Champion. We are approaching the tenth anniversary of one of the most famous screwjobs of alltime, which ironically for Rabesque, also included a fellow Canadian… this is going to be much grander globally, because not only will it include a Canadian, but Larry Tact wrestling in the shadows of his hometown New York City, Phantom Republican whose party and career have both ironically already reached an alltime low, Rocko,Daymon from the state of Washington that God is so ashamed of that she weeps three fourths of the year, and Shawn Hart whose hometown is whatever gutter he is passed out in.

This PPV will have five times the amount of screwing as Woodstock, but only those involved in the match will feel the burning sensation. Put your money down now because you’ll never see anything like this again and that is a promise from Chairman Marx.

FTB
 

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Pinnacle moment.

Fade in: on a training room in a gym, a wrestling ring set up. Nobody else is in the room until Larry Tact walks in, taking a seat on the ring apron. Sweat has soaked into the collar of the sleeveless, royal blue shirt he has on, along with his black ring tights wtih gold trim. He wipes his face with a white towel before draping it over his shoulders. He also sets a water bottle in hand next to him on the apron. He sighs and looks up.

LARRY TACT: "It wasn't long ago, the golden age of this circuit, was it? A time when the F-Wrestling circuit was heralded and represented by the prominent banners of such promotions as CSWA... FWF... WWL... NFW... and the IWF, among others. It was such a prosperous Age that even promotions like CWWF and RMWF, perhaps not as well known... they still had accumulated notoriety. They still had respect around the circuit, and even beyond it."

"They may not have been considered a CSWA or FWF, but you could be damn sure either of those rosters would take on any other roster, and hold their ground. That's how deep this circuit was. I was just a rookie back then... in my professional wrestling infancy..."

"Now, as a veteran, I may be taking part in the launching of a second Golden Age for this circuit."

His expression is somewhat distant as he reaches up and rubs his head, fingers disappearing under his chin length, golden blond hair.

"There have been peaks and valleys since that time... but now everything is coming together again. I, being a fan of this sport, and not just a guy looking for a paycheck, have seen some great events since then. I've also seen some surprising falls, and that's just part of the business. But with the emergence of several strong promotions, holding up against the tide of attrition... and a couple stalwart promotions still standing the test of time... it seems we're on the verge of another pinnacle time."

"And who better to help mark the beginning of this new era than two of those strong promotions... including New ERA of Wrestling."

Reaching for the bottle, he unscrews the cap and places it on the apron. Moving the bottle up to take a sip, he stops short and tilts his head for a moment, then lowers the bottle.

"That isn't to shortchange Empire Pro Wrestling at all. I've seen their work, and I know they're just as much a part of this as NEW. Together, we will usher in WrestleStock 2007 to the history books. It will be an event that holds in the annals of wrestling, with great match after great match. I have the utmost confidence in every man and woman on both rosters to achieve that."

"But when it comes down to it, from the time this was announced to when this event is over... there's only one match I'm concerning myself with. And for all I want us to give to the circuit with this year's WrestleStock... there is but one, singular thing I want to take from it...."

"N.. E.. W..."

"World.."

"Heavyweight.."

"Championship."

He smiles, takes a sip of water, and nods.

"I have taken some time to plan this match out. I have invested more than anyone into this. I have set the stage, and now we will all have an equal chance to play out this game, on the grandest stage there's been in some time. I gave you all a few days, but right here and now... my silence breaks."

"So if any of you can keep from stroking yourselves for a minute, and turn on that muscle between your ears, maybe you will understand why I have brought us all together."

"It should be clear I believe this is to be a spectacular event. When I first heard of it, I immediately knew I wanted to have a hand in making NEW stand out in a unique way. Hence, this match was conceived. However, unlike Daymon, I know this match is not all about me. It isn't about any one of us. Daymon wants to believe he can be bigger than all of us, and bigger than this match. Quite simply, he is neither. We are all players in this, and if any of you don't understand that, then you are already lagging behind before the starting bell."

"To the wider world, the result of this match is not the most important thing. Sure, people will pick favorites, and there will be much fanfare. But the match itself will be what people remember. And I intend to make it memorable for more reasons than just the result."

"Having said that..."

He takes another drink of water, screws on the cap, and sets the bottle back on the apron.

"Daymon, if you think declaring your so-called "partnership" will give you an edge, go right ahead. If you really believe in Phantom Republican, then you're just turning your back to one of your opponents-- never a smart thing. I have no reason for making friends for this match. But if the time comes when it is necessary, I will have no problem "teaming" with someone during the match. However, I will not bind myself to anyone. That only splits your concentration, and adds pressure to what you need to keep track of during the match. I do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done. Anything more is just an added burden."

"So tell me this, Daymon: which is the bigger mistake? My not fearing your partnership, or your already underestimating my ability?"

"Let's find out how ignorant you really are."

He pauses. Turning the palms of his hands upward, he stares at them and continues to as he speaks.

"The fact is, I have been waiting for this chance for a while. When I reentered the NEW scene, I was just a man in a mask. Call it what you will, but look at how different things were. I was a man with no identity. I had, effectively, wiped the slate clean of my presence, for everybody. I stripped my status, my titles, the title shot I was owed, the benchmark I had set for others to follow. I took it all away. And do you know why?"

He turns his head upward, looking forward again. His hands ball together.

"Because I knew I could rise again. I had only my own confidence that I could make it back to where I was, and now look where I am.

"I have worked for months, opened myself to any pressure, facing it and working my way up all the while. I have made it back to the top again, but that is not my goal. I would not be the standard bearer of NEW if that was my goal. I have been here before... and I intend to surpass even myself."

"What better way than to make do that than against the best of NEW?"

"And what makes any of you think, after all I've done to this point... that I won't?"

He slides off the apron, standing tall.

"But as of now, I still have a title to regain. And for all I have invested in this match, all I have done to bring it about... I don't see anyone who should rightly have more confidence than myself. Daymon toots his own horn for walking out of a Television Title match, and being the "best damn professional wrestler" to not have won a title in seven years. What does that really show?"

"Jonathan Marx toots his own horn for causing a stampede and getting out of it. What does that show? Although I'll admit, once I was out of trampling distance... I thought it was crafty. Marx is no slouch, and I know he's going to bring it. But walking away from title defenses is still what it is."

"Which is why I don't see what you have going for you here, Marx. What have you built for yourself to stand on? You're in a match where you likely won't have the luxury of gaining control. I may not have been in this particular type of match... but I know Ladder matches all too well. Opportunity comes and goes in a flash. People spend more time getting hurt than being in control. You've been a good Champion, Marx, I'll give you that. And you think it'll take a "great escape" to get out of WrestleStock with your title. That is not the case, though."

"It would just take the confidence to throw away escape plans, forget Plan Bs and Cs... and just be a great World Champion. But you will not walk out of WrestleStock with the World Title, Jonathan."

He crosses his arms, stroking his chin with a hand.

"Since losing that title, I have come to terms with the fact that I, too, was a good Champion. That has been a part of what drives me to keep my diligence in training, in preparing, and in ascending. I know a good Champion, who is capable of giving great performances here and there, can no longer hold onto that title anymore. Because New Era has become more than that, tougher than that. It takes consistent greatness now."

"My ascendence is not just up the ranking ladder. It is also within myself. And after WrestleStock, everyone who watches will know that Larry Tact has finally ascended to the level of being... a great World Champion."

Uncrossing his arms, he nods.

"And that will be..."


"Simply..."


"Tactilizing."

Taking the water bottle in hand, he walks to the door of the room. Stopping at the doorway, a hand on the frame, he turns and looks back. The only thing there is the ring. Tact smiles. He then turns back and exits. Fade out.
 
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Re: NEW World Title - Dueling Ladders Match - Tact/Ph.Rep/Daymon/Rabesque/Hart/Marx (c)

The scene is a stage. The American flag hangs large behind the podium. From stage right enters The Phantom Republican, dressed in a three piece suit, silk shirt and tie. He takes his place behind the podium and clears his throat before beginning.

GOP: The time has come, gentlemen. For too long, the chains of the Communist Party have shackled New ERA of Wrestling. Even if it has been for the better part of one year, even one day is too long for such a reign of tyrrany to cast its pall upon what should be the one place that clean, conservative values and morality. This should be the place where heroes show everyone that good triumphs. Yet what happens? The Moscow-San Francisco Axis conspires to take my World Championship, to take it from my righteous waist and on that of Chairman Marx. Then, The Frog Jean Rabesque comes back to keep me from taking my Championship back. Shawn Hart usurps my spot in the World Championship scene. Larry Tact comes up with this cockamamie scheme to get his hands on what belongs to me.

Liars. Thieves. Communists. Homosexuals. Sneaks. It sickens me to no end to see a once proud company go down the drain, to go from a Republican-led paradise to this... this... I can't even begin to describe it. Not at all. However, when the landscape looks so bright, when Republican dominance is so imminent on the horizon, there's no need to look on the gloomy side. I mean, the Democrats are cannibalizing each other in the primaries, making them prime fodder for Giuliani, Romney or even Jeb Bush in '08. Fidel Castro is on death's door in Cuba. Red China keeps softening its hardline stance and joining the real world of democracy, slowly but surely. And the Grand Ol' Party is about to reclaim control of the World Championship. That's right, I said Party.

Rocko Daymon has joined the ranks. Even though he claims to be my diametric opposite on the spectrum, you don't join in league with the Republican Party without joining. Yes Baxter, Tact, everyone. Rocko Daymon and I are going to make sure that this company is rid of all the rabble, rid of the liberal elements. We are going to make things pure again. And we are going to do it in front of the largest audience in the history of professional wrestling. We are going to do it in the most brutal match. We are going to do it and make people remember that true heroes, ones that fight to strike down Communism, homosexuality, Islam, the pro-abortion movement and most importantly, the French and their bastard children in Canada. We shall do it in dueling ladders.

I know what you're thinking. When will I stop this charade? When will I turn on Rocko and show my true colors. Well, this is true. My true colors are red, white and blue, and these colors don't run. I am an American and therefore I am loyal to my party. I know that in a sea of enemies, you need someone to rely on, to help me reach my goals. With Daymon's help, I will become the World Champion once again. Yes, I will. And Daymon? He shall be richly rewarded with his own shot at this title, which I will gladly welcome. A fellow upholder of the morality, to challenge me, after we've cleared out all of the unethical and the slimy.

Yes, the time is at hand people. The Republican Party shall rise again, and it will happen at WrestleSTOCK.

Fade to the WrestleSTOCK logo.
 

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(We fade in on a sunny summer day in New Jersey… outside the arena where Wrestlestock will take place. Stepping into the frame with their backs to the camera are the notorious husband and wife duo of Rocko and Caitlyn Daymon.)

Rocko Daymon
Behold, darling! Giants Stadium! Ground Zero for WRESTLESTOCK. And also the home of the NFL’s biggest disappointment… Eli Manning!

Caitlyn Daymon
Speaking of disappointment…

(Rocko chuckles nervously as the two of them turn to face the camera.)

Rocko Daymon
Oh, you must be referring to that little “upset” at Aggression. But don’t worry about it, Caitlyn. The EPW World Heavyweight Title will be in reach sooner than you think. Sean Stevens? He’ll do what he normally does and choke in the end.

In the meantime, I’ve got more important things to worry about… like another World Heavyweight Title that could very well be in my possession by the end of the week.

(Smiling at this notion, Rocko turns his attention to the camera.)

Rocko Daymon
The time is drawing near. Wrestlestock is almost upon us, and the very match that represents years of kicking ass and taking names is just on the horizon. Do you really have to ask if I’m ready for it? Do you think after all this time waiting I’d let my ship sail by?

(Daymon lets in a deep breath of New Jersey air… fights the urge to hack up a lung… and exhales.)

Rocko Daymon
I tell you Caitlyn, it’s like I’m living some sort of bizarre dream…

Caitlyn Daymon
Is that so?

Rocko Daymon
It’s almost like some tornado swept me up and dropped me off in the merry ol’ land of Oz, where monkeys fly, trees throw apples at you, and midgets sporadically break out into song and dance.

Here I’m walking this road paved in gold toward the same destination…

Caitlyn Daymon
…the Emerald City?

Rocko Daymon
No, dingus! Giants Stadium in Jersey. What you said was just stupid.

But here we have three buffoons walking this road, toward the ultimate goal of the NEW World Heavyweight Title… and, just like the story, every one of them is lacking a certain something to get to where they want to be.

Shawn Hart lacks the brains…

Jean Rabesque lacks the heart…

And Larry Tact most certainly lacks the courage…

And there at the end of the path is MARX, the great and powerful… who acts all high and mighty in light of his current title reign. But when you draw that curtain aside, you quickly realize that behind all the smoke and pyros, it’s just a frail old man… brainless, heartless, and spineless, all in one.

How ironic that he sits there and pats himself on the back for running away like a schoolgirl that just got punched in the eye and robbed of her lunch money. He calls it an “escape”. But me? I call it a final, desperate act… it’s only purpose to allow him to carry that title for another couple weeks.

Unfortunately for the World Heavyweight champ… there won’t be an “escaping” at Wrestlestock. The only way to walk out of that ring with the belt is to climb one of those six ladders and retrieve the briefcase… and even then, there’s only a fifty-fifty chance that the one you bring down is the one that carries the strap.

Ol’ “Chairman Marx” seems to be threatening some sort of screw-job… but little does he know how far ahead the Phantom Republican and I have thought this through. Once the bell rings, it will be the champion who finds himself “screwed”.

One way or the other… the time has finally come for the champion to face the music. There won’t be any more running away. For once and for all, he will dragged out into the center of the ring and beaten in the most humiliating, painful ways I can think of. I will reveal him to all the fans in attendance of just what kind of pathetic excuse for a champion he is… and then I’ll scale one of those ladders and walk out with a hard-earned World Title or guaranteed titled shot.

Caitlyn Daymon
Provided, of course, that “partner” of yours stays in line and sticks to his end of the deal…

Rocko Daymon
And just why wouldn’t he?

Caitlyn Daymon
Larry Tact seems to think otherwise…

(Rocko visibly rolls his eyes.)

Rocko Daymon
Pfft… Larry Tact’s is worth

Any other man walking into that ring—Tact included—will quickly find himself in a hairy situation. In a match with so many participants, it’s FIVE ON ONE. And he wants to talk to me about divided concentration? I’m not even sure this fool knows HOW to divide!

Caitlyn Daymon
So what if Tact is right? What if, in the end, the Phantom Republican just turns around and stabs you in the back, just like he predicts?

Rocko Daymon
Won’t happen, my neon-colored jawbreaker. I know GOP is known to many by a variety of titles. Bigot, asshole, racist… anything you can think of. But if there’s one thing I know he is NOT… is a fool.

The Phantom Republican is no idiot. He know exactly who he’s teaming up with. And as such, he knows exactly the price he’ll inevitably pay if he crosses that man. It’s the same price Larry Tact will pay for his cheap shot a couple shows ago…

Besides which, I seem to recall a certain event that happened down in the Dominican Republic… when GOP and I were teamed together in an eight-man tag team event. Back then, Tact didn’t think we could work together. And just what happened?

Lo and behold, we proved him wrong and walked out the winners. Back then, it was simply for bragging rights… but this time, there’s something more important up for stake, and there’s no way in hell we’re going to allow a trash-talking attention whore like Tact to walk away with it.

(A smile crosses Rocko’s face.)

Rocko Daymon
I originally suspected Larry Tact as being simply jealous of better talent… but after seeing that promo, I’m almost wondering if he WANTS to be me.

Caitlyn Daymon
How do you mean?

Rocko Daymon
Oh, just listen to the things he says…

All this talk about working his way up from the bottom of the ladder… how this match is the culmination of MONTHS of hard work… ushering in a new age for professional wrestling… giving this federation a champion that’s fit for the position.

You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he just took his lines from my interview with Mojo Massey and reworded them in his own “tactilizing” way.

Caitlyn Daymon
Your interview was with Sam Baxter…

Rocko Daymon
Whatever.

It just goes to show how far ENVY will drive a man toward becoming the very thing he hates. Tact can’t walk like a TRUE professional wrestler… so he simply thinks he can be one by talking like one. But talk is cheap in the ring.

You’d think a veteran like Tact would have figured that out by now… but I guess you really can’t tell what goes through the mind of a man who hopes to rekindle an age long dead while facing the inevitable future looming over him like a storm cloud on the horizon… in the shape of Rocko Daymon.

And sure… maybe all that talk about hard working paying off and climbing the ladder might apply to you… but my question is, how in the hell doesn’t any of that apply to me?

Did I myself not come here at the very bottom of the ladder? Did I not bust my hump every step of the way, dominating MATCH after TEDIOUS MATCH just to get to this point?

From day one, since my coming to NEW, I’ve taken nothing but flak, ****-talk, and the slanderous criticism from every semi-talented jack-off this federation has to offer. And with every match, I proved the doubters wrong… and that just led them to hate me more. Yet in spite of all that hate, I persevered, and ROSE to the top like a true professional wrestler. I did it all on my own.

(Rocko looks directly into the camera.)

Rocko Daymon
And you? What did Larry Tact do? How exactly did you “earn” this title shot over which you’ve been wetting yourself for the past year? Winning just a handful of matches? By taking it up the ass from LaRoque every night? You haven’t done JACK to earn this spot, so don’t feed me that sh*t about “rising to the top” and “confidence”! You simply played politics with the people in charge, by sweet-talking the prez into this ridiculous scheme. Congratulations, Larry… I suppose your being in this match shows that ass-kissing does pay off in the wrestling world.

But me? I’m here because I go into the ring every week, fight like a champ, give those paying fans the show they came to see, and walk out the winner. I’m the BEST DAMN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER to ever grace this federation, and whoever says otherwise has either been living under a rock, or—in your case, Larry—your own little world.

I’m sorry… but I have trouble being convinced by a guy who accuses me of thinking this match is only about me, when all he does is pump himself up and brag about being the mastermind behind this main event. Sometimes, I wonder if you ever listen to your own bullsh*t.

Stop trying to convince yourself that you’re playing the role of the hard-working, accomplished professional looking to put that title around the waist of a stable champion and to carry this federation into a new age. That part has already gone to yours truly… and the sad thing is, Larry, everybody knows it but you.

Rocko Daymon
Keep your ears open this week, fans of NEW… but be mindful of what you actually listen to. You’re going to hear a lot of talk about passion, and commitment, and dedication. On top of that, you’ll hear plenty about giving you the kind of main event spectacle you all deserve. I suppose I could join in with that kind of talk… but you’ve heard it many times before.

More importantly, you’ve seen it happen week after week.

I don’t need to remind all of you what a “true” professional wrestler is. My opponents will talk a lot about working their asses off to get here… as if it was the only time in their respective careers they ever pushed themselves to this point. But me? You should know full well by now that I do that kind of thing out of habit.

So when Wrestlestock comes, I want you all to sit back and enjoy the show… knowing full well that you’re witnessing the birth of NEW’s future…

And it rides on the shoulders of Rocko Effin’ Daymon.

Come, my glorious chocolate-chip covered ice cream sundae.

(Grumbling, Caitlyn follows her husband down the path toward the entry gates of the massive arena. From there, we fade to black.)
 

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You know, I really had my fingers crossed on this one, and hoped it wouldn't glitch and I would have to post this...

But your reading this only goes to show that I have been disappointed yet again, and now you know the size of the gaping hole this forum has left in my soul.
 

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My Tea With Paris



::Jonathan Marx in a polo shirt and khakis walks into the living room of the Hilton Mansion where Paris Hilton sits in a sundress, she extends her hand and he kisses it: The servant then bring them tea as they sit down for a spot.::

JONATHAN MARX: My darling, how have you been?

PARIS HILTON: Tramautized.

JONATHAN MARX: I empathize with you, even the thought of having to live in a world where Phantom Republican or Rabesque is champion again feels like a prison to me. Yet, here I stand in a match with five other wrestlers, having to fight for a title which I single handedly liberated from the Rabesque/Phantom Republican regime. You scratch and you claw to get to the top of the mountain and when you get there, someone is there just waiting to take you down. Life is so unfair to those of us with stature.

PARIS HILTON: Tell me about it.

JONATHAN MARX: I still grudgingly respect Larry Tact though. I know you aren’t supposed to say that in this day and age and you should rip the credibility of everyone you face like Rocko, but I speak the truth as I see it and I’m always willing to give the devil his due. Before my first and second title runs, he was without a doubt the greatest NEW World Heavyweight Champion of all-time. That is why we are having this match with five former NEW World Heavyweight Champions and Rocko, to crown a champion of champions. A champion that has the same prestige as the Hilton name carries around the world.

:::sipping turns to slurping as she her tea down quickly::

PARIS HILTON: Don’t forget class!

JONATHAN MARX: How could I darling? In a matter of full disclosure and being a gentlemen, I harbor a deep resentment against Tact that I had to fight alone against these boring dregs to save NEW against Rabesque, who is Mister Charisma next to the man who keeps on going on and on about politics, Phantom Republican. I don’t fault Tact for losing the title against Rabesque, because even the best have an off day, but I do hold it against Tact that Tact didn’t get back up, dust himself off, and continue to fight. I use to be like Larry Tact. I use to be about the better man winning, I never would have even thought of using the tactics that I have recently if he didn’t leave and make me what I am today. War is hell and I will do anything I can to protect NEW because this is my home. I’m not like Rocko, talking about my ambitions in other leagues to be their champion, because being the World Champion of NEW is all I desire to be. You know what hell is like my dear having to suffer in prison for the last three days.

PARIS HILTON: It was absolutely dreadful. I couldn’t even eat.

JONATHAN MARX: Tell me about it, every so often, I wake up in a cold sweat screaming “**** THE REPUBLICANS!” The scars the last year and a half have left on me will last forever. Now, Rocko & Phantom Republican are publicly plotting their own coup d'état. That is why extending a plea bargain to Larry Tact. If he will help me make sure that neither Rabesque or Phantom Republican walk out as champion, I will forget and forgive his absence and fight to make sure that one of us walk out as champion.

PARIS HILTON: That sounds more than fair.

JONATHAN MARX: In the end, justice always prevails.

FTB
 

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My Tea With Paris

(OORP: Man, this board is hell lately. It keeps on hanging, to post my first RP awhile back I couldn't even used Firefox or IE, I had to use Opera because the board was impossible to get to.)
 

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Re: NEW World Title - Dueling Ladders Match - Tact/Ph.Rep/Daymon/Rabesque/Hart/Marx (c)

(The screen comes in on several shots of one Rocko Daymon in the ring, we get several action shots of him, several of them making him look quite impressive, including pinning some of the NEW's best)

(CUTTO: Cuts of the same man, Rocko Daymon, at one of his many contrived interview spots, CUTTO: Several spots of him talking with his incredibly unattractive wife while the cameras just conveniently happen to be around, this proceeds on a for a few minutes.....

And then a few minutes more......



And then a few minutes more.......


CUTTO: The camera pauses on a picture of Daymon, mouth open, talking of course, this picture remains for the duration of what you are about to hear, a voice over of an announcer ensues...)

"Many things have been said about the newest NEW Superstar Rocko Daymon. He is a man that has elevated himself to the upper echelon of NEW in a very short amount of time. He is a man who's raw power is almost unmatched anywheere in the wresting world today. He is a man that has pinned some of the best to ever set foot into a ring, and he is a man that has yet to reach his potential.

"However, despite all of his atyhletic accomplishments, all of his potential, and all that Rocko Daymon could someday accomplish inside of a wrestling ring, the fans of NEW have but one thing to say to this man......

"SHUT THE HELL UP!

"There is nothing more pathetic than a wrestler trying to make his way into the wrestling business who feels that the way to do so is to babble on incessantly about nothing at all, spewing garbage and that makes even the most avid wrestling fan change the channel to the Lifetime network.

"Beyond that, there really is only so much a man with a brain the size of a walnut can utter, at which point they just begin repeating themselves over.... and over..... and over..... and over..... again. But Rocko Daymon proceeds on, just as all NEW fans cringe at the thought of knowing that he will produce yet another of his marathon promos in response to this piece of broadcast excellence you are witnessing here today. And to think how one win over a legend of wrestling has him thinking he is one himself. Many just wish the guy would act like he's been there before.

"Wrestling fans can only stop and wonder how good this man Daymon would be if he even stopped talking and spent that time doing something productive."

(CUTTO: Clips of the Phantom Republican, this one starts out like Daymon's showing clips of him winning matches, but then proceeds to show some of his struggles as of late, and then clips of him talking, and talking some more)

"And to think this man was once an NEW Champion, although the word "transitional" has never been more appropriate. GOP IS a main who once held great ideals, as misguided as some may think they are. Unfortunately like many, the longer he goes on spewing the same monotonous propaganda, the more deluded the message becomes.

"With that comes what we have seen of the man of late. In just a short time, a young man has already becomne a shell of what he once was. Just as his beloved political party sees their grip on power in the United States, GOP sees his grip on the upper echelon, and more importantly, the title picture in NEW rapdily vanishing. A man that has made the same midguided judgment as the Republican Party, and that is staying the course when all reasonable logic points to an alternative, is bound to suffer the same fate.

"He will continue to talk of Canadians and Communists and the Evil Democrats, and the rest of the world..... will continue to simply not care."

(CUTTO: Shawn Hart winning the NEW World Title, Shawn Hart losing the NEW World Title, Shawn Hart talking a lot, you know the drill....)

"Someday someone may care about Shawn Hart. Probably not in the forseeable future, but it could happen someday. In the mean time, he will continue to show the tell tale signs of a neglected youth, a boy that never really got mommy's attention. And the rest of the world, just as they have with the other competitors, will simply not care.

"If we thought GOP epitomized the word transitional, then Shawn Hart rewrote the definition. How pathetic that the top title on the world today had to be tarnished to pop a rating, and a title that many men had worked so hard for was now around the waist of a backyard wrestling piece of white trash.

"Shawn Hart holding the NEW Title was an embarrassment to pro wrestling not seen since the days of David Arquette. Now that the world has been brought into balance, the world can go back to treating Shawn Hart the way they have for years..... with indifference and pity.

(CUTTO: Jonathan Marx talking, no wrestling clips needed here)

"It is a truly a shame when a wrestling champion only exists as a true wrestling giant in his own mind. It is sad when a wrestling company is forced to crown champions solely to keep the belt warm until the true champions return. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jonathan Marx, a man that has inexplicably been able to hang around the main event scene of wrestling promotions for years, without one shred of true professional wrestling ability.

"While he was trained as an amateur, and despite the fact that he will be more than happy to talk for hours upon end about his superiority and the defects of others, the world has figured out by now that Jonathan Marx is a shame that managed to fly under the radar of every single wrestling promotion with a depelted talent scouting roster that has managed to sign him.

"More importantly, do not let the talk fool you. Jonathan Marx has never been able to save NEW or any other promotion for that matter from anything. Ratings decrease, buyrates go down, in essence, the promotion goes away with Jonathan Marx driving the ship. Despite his best efforts to convince you otherwise, no one cares about Jonathan Marx. Despite whatever cute attempt at humor he may make with some celebrity lookalike not even worthy of the FOX network, no one cares about Jonathan Marx. The only thing they care about is hoping anyone takes the title off him.

"Well, of course, anyone but GOP or Daymon."

(CUTTO: Shots of Larry Tact in and out of the ring, we go through several match clips until we get to the final clip, which is Larry Tact laying in the ring as Jean Rabesque clutches the NEW World Title, the screen freezes with Tact looking up at Rabesque in desperation)

"It is amazing how one loss can change everything, and how some never make it back to the top. They may tell the world that they're still the rightful champion. They may tell the world that whatever match they lost was a fluke. They may scream and yell about how no one else deserves to be in their title match.

"But we all see through it. Just as with the other four competitors in this match, the world sees right through Larry Tact. He may talk a lot, he may talk too much, hell, he may even talk more than Rocko Daymon, but nothing of substance ever comes out.

"What Larry Tact fails to realize that this match is not his... simply because there is one man in the match that he cannot beat. No one denies the ability of Larry Tact, especially when compared to the GOPs, the Daymons, the Harts, and the Marx's of the world. But Larry Tact cannot get around the one man who took away his title the first time, and will take away his title again. There will be no second Golden Era for Larry Tact. He will find this match ending exactly as he found his last title match end, staring up at the rafters, watching Jean Rabesque raise the NEW Championship, standing on top of a ladder.

(CUTTO: Rapid fire clips of Rabesque, followed bu quick promo shots of him alone inside of a ring, then more shots of him in the ring, followed by shots of him standing alone on top of a ladder, staring into the camera, the shot we freeze on is of Rabesque, standing and raising the belt from the top of the ladder two years ago)

"And when you weed your way through the garbage that is the remainder of the NEW roster, you realize that even after all of these years, there is still one gold standard. There is still one man too preoccupied with what matters in this world to worry about speaking in front of a microphone for hours upon end. That he is still worried about training and preparing for every match like it will be his last.... because he never knows when that day may come.

"There are many of those that do not believe his age. There are even more that think a man his age cannot compete on the grand stage. There are others who are bitter enough just to want him to go away.

"None of these people understand what everyone else understands. The most popular superstar in NEW history has made his triumphant return and he now stands on the threshold of taking back what is rightfully is.

"Others may talk for hours upon end about how they are the greatest. Jean Rabesque simply goes out every day and proves to the world that he is the finest technical wrestler to ever step foot on this planet. Many have tried, most have failed.... add five more to that list.

"No false gimmicks, no false hype, he is Jean Rabesque."

(FADEOUT)

(OORP: Guys, my computer is on the skids and so is this site. Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I am typing this in a hurry trying to get it in before my computer crashes.)
 

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Re: NEW World Title - Dueling Ladders Match - Tact/Ph.Rep/Daymon/Rabesque/Hart/Marx (c)

WARNING: The events depicted in this writing may not have actually happened. Or maybe they did. Hell if I know, man!

FADE IN: SJH is asleep in the back seat of his Chevy Nova. In his sleep, he speaks to us.

HART: "Mmmm... chubby, sexy, femdom parties..."

*SNOOOOORE*

HART: "Doogie Howser marathons.... ......clam dip....."

Suddenly there's a rapping at Hart's window. It's his sister Felicia calling.

FELICIA: "SHAWN!!!"

HART: "SANJAYA MALAKAR!!!!!"

The Phenom is noticibly startled by his sister's rude awakening.

FELICIA: "Shawn... Where the hell have you been all week? You've got a match for the NEW heavyweight title in a couple days!"

HART: "I.... I don't know. Where am I?"

The camera pans out. He's in the parking lot at the local Denny's.

FELICIA: "Psshh... just couldn't resist the Grand Slam, could you!"

Shawn is seemingly still quite perplexed.

HART: "No!! I'm SERIOUS!! I have no idea how I got here!"

Felicia grimaces.

FELICIA: "Wait a minute, have you been out with Katz again?"

HART: "Heh, what does THAT have to do with anything?"

FELICIA: "Oh, I dunno... mebbe the fact that the last guy that spent a weekend with Jon Katz Jr. went missing for several months and when they finally did find him, he'd somehow ended up with a sex-change operation and a set of deer antlers surgically grafted to his head."

HART: "Well, whatever happened... it's in the past."

FELICIA: "Y'know, sometimes the past comes back to haunt us, Shawn... and in your case, it could mean the match!"

HART: "Ohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeah??"

Suddenly, SJH rips open his shirt, revealing a blue leotard with a red letter S on the chest!

HART: "Up, up, and awaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy!!!"

The Phenom BLASTS through the ceiling of his car and SHOOTS into the stratosphere. CUT TO: A shot of planet Earth from outer space as SuperShawn starts to fly around the planet against its natural orbit. After several laps around, the planet begins to turn in reverse, which is a scientifically-proven, bona fide method for rolling back time. CUT TO: A close-up of Hart as he resets the world on its natural axis.

HART: "Heh, let's see what she has to say NOW!!!"

SMASH-CUT to 48 hours later; PRESENT DAY.

HART: "Jonathan Taylor Thomas..... ....Oprah...."

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

FELICIA: "Ummm, Shawn??"

Hart wakes from his slumber once again, same Chevy Nova, same Denny's parking lot, same confusion.

HART: "Whu... What is it? What's wrong?"

Felicia gulps down hard and motions toward the rear-view mirror.

HART: "Oh my..."

The only thing more impressive than the Double D-cup breasts at his front are the deer antlers that are surgically grafted to his head.

HART: "SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!"

FADE OUT.
 
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Time to cash in.

OORP: I've been trying to post this for some time, so I guess the board plague finally hit my cpu. Sorry for it coming through this late, but yeah, board has issues...

Fade in: the same gym room as before, with the same ring, and the same sole person occupying it. Larry Tact stands in his ring attire, looking at the six additional objects in the ring today: ladders. The dark structures loom over him like towers, waiting to be tested and to test.

LARRY TACT: "I have never had a problem being in competition with others for what I want. I am fully aware there are five others in this match, all of whom seek what I do. But there is a reason why I feel only four of us have earned our shots at the title, at WrestleStock. That reason just became all too clear, again."

"Because listening to the...(snickers)... "speaker" for the former Television Champion, one might notice the different picture painted. A vision of NEW that is so underwhelming and lacking in talent... you wonder why the "finest technical wrestler" hasn't already gotten back to the top. After all, everyone in this match is so inferior to him. In fact, you would think he's already earned his way back to, at least, a title shot."

"And yet, when it comes to earning things, the Canadian-- or is it former Canadian? I can't keep track-- seems to come up... a bit short. Looking back at the past few months, since his glorious return... I don't think there's one single thing he's really earned. I may get on Marx's case for not making as much of his title reign, for not building something to point to when it's over, but I acknowledge he's been a good Champion. And I can respect that he's stuck it out here, through the duration of this promotion's history."

"I can't say the same for Frenchie. He lost the title and walked away, for everyone to see. He walked away because he knew what everyone else suspected: he was shot. Now he comes back thinking he can wipe that away from history, but history doesn't bend for anyone. It's concrete."

"Now, if he had come back and decided to do the right thing, and work his way back up, I could understand that. Instead what do I witness? A man who begins touting around what he did like it should earn him something. A man who thinks he deserves to be in this match... why? I still haven't heard anyone give a legitimate reason why this man is even competing in this match."

He begins circling the ladders.

"I may be NEWs inaugual World Champion, but I know it isn't going to earn me anything in the present. It's something to be proud of, but not abused. I speak on our Canadian friend coming back from walking out, and I just know people like Marx will are already accusing me of taking an absence. The difference is, I never wanted to leave. I suffered a leg injury at the hands of Jared Wells, for those who want to look back. I was working my way back up, in fact... but once it happened, BAM! On the shelf, and there aren't many worse feelings than that. From then on, I knew that before I could ascend the ladder, I'd have to grab it first."

He stops the rotation and reaches out, touching one of the ladders with a hand.

"No, Jonathan... Frenchman... and anyone else who wants to use my history here as a means of accusation or threat. Those ghosts have long since gone to their rightful place, and I have moved on, as well. I am in a better place, where I should be, and that's competing for the title I held before anyone else. You could say it will always be mine, the title I made. But it's not right now, and that's why I laugh when I hear an ignorant statement like Daymon's, staking a claim to a title he hasn't even sniffed at to this point."

"Daymon, I'm going to give you answers to your questions. Plenty of them, at WrestleStock. Ones you won't be able to deny, because it will simply be what is. You can throw accusations at me all you want. I don't really feel the need to contest them all because, well.... who are you? Really, do you think people believe I'm speaking anything but what I have faith in? If I didn't say what I said with my own conviction to back it up, but just said things I heard it from someone else... then I wouldn't be here. Because I wouldn't disgrace myself in that fashion. I won't speak for you, Daymon, the way you've spoken for me... but I don't fabricate thoughts. I don't say what sounds good, in fact, people don't always like what I say. But I mean what I say and you can't fake that. Not with success. But then, you haven't won anything recently, have you?"

"That's not to say I don't take you seriously, at least in the ring. I didn't give you this opportunity to even some imaginary score or whatever crap you were talking about. I did it because I wanted to shut you up. I wanted to finally put you on the spot, and see what you have to offer. I want to know, beyond the talk, in the ring... how far will you go? Will you really have the passion you speak about at such length? Do you have what it takes to challenge the upper echelon of NEW? And if not, then I wanted to put you in your place. I guess we'll find out which it's gonna be. We'll see what you can take... what you're made of... and how much you bought into all your self-generated hype. Your mouth earned you a spot in this match, Daymon. Your ability will have to carry you from here."

"See, I know I can keep my head on my shoulders, instead of letting it float right off into the clouds with pretty delusions of grandeur. It seems you may have faltered in that, because you've even convinced yourself of things I never said, but that you said about me. My Golden Age? No, only a new Golden Age for the circuit. And my match? I think LaRoque made it abundantly clear that is no longer the case, although I do have more invested in making this match come to being than anyone else in it. I could go on with your inaccuracies, Daymon, but really it isn't necessary. It's just... entertaining seeing you lose your head already. We haven't even gotten to match time yet..."

"Honestly, though, I will retiterate... the intelligent, fundamental thought is to not admit you'll turn your back on your opponent because you trust them. They're still your opponent, and come on, it's wrestling. Do you really think declared alliances mean all that much more than spontaneous alliances, in the heat of things? But, well... I guess it's been a while since you've been in the heat of a title bout of this kind... as you were so keen to point out. Too bad it'll be learning on the fly for you. Because the more mistakes you make, the slimmer your chances of joining us in being an NEW World Champion, Daymon."

"And your chances are already shrinking rapidly with your apparent train of thought. But there are other titles, other places... right?"

"How did that EPW World Heavyweight Title chase work out for you, again? Although, it seems unfounded confidence does have its benefits, eh? I mean, just look at you, jumping right into another title match without so much as a second thought about that other one. It's like... you just skip from chance to chance. Now that's passion for a title. Which title, again? Oh right, you're all about the NEW World Title now. Sure."

He pushes the ladder, sending it tumbling into another, and then another. And in a couple seconds' time, three ladders are knocked over in the ring.

"If nothing else, there will be a point in this match where one event will trigger an explosion. Truly, a pinnacle moment... and that is when opportunity will knock. Perhaps there will be more than one of these moments... but I know, without a doubt, that when the moment comes, I will be ready to seize it. For all that anyone may say about me, my methods, or my history... you cannot question my clarity. I am clearly focused on nothing short of victory, and I will not walk in without my own plan."

"Because this is it. This is the match that everyone cashes their chips in on. All I've worked at since my return... all Daymon has worked at for the past seven years... the image reconstruction of our former Television Champion... the political buildup of Phantom Republican... the scheming of Marx... and the work of Hart to get his spot back for this match, and validate his Championship status. It all comes down to the ladders... and two chances at moving to the culmination."

"If there's one thing Daymon had a point about, it's that this is indeed the beginning of the end of an era in New Era of Wrestling. Because if this does mark the start of something greater than we've seen in years, something bigger than any one person or promotion... then what was will end, and give way to what will be. And for New Era, only two can move on from WrestleStock to compete for the right to usher in that New Era, at Banned in the US. Two of us six, who will keep our eye on the prize, and not hesitate to give everything, to actually wager all we have worked at up to this point... just for the chance. For one of us, it will be a chance rewarded with gold. For the other, still a chance at gold. In both cases, it will lead to a new beginning at Banned in the US."

"I am willing to take that step, gentlemen. And I have stood at the top of the mountain before. You know, just as I do, that I can do it again."

"Are you ready?"

"We'll find out soon enough, who is willing... and able, and who is just..."

"Talk."

Fade out.
 
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:::Marx is in the tunnels under Giant Stadium, playing poker with a ninety four year old man::

OLD MAN: In my days, we didn’t play games. If we wanted someone gone, we would just whack them.

JONATHAN MARX: Jimmy, with all do respect, I can’t whack Rabesque no matter how old and grumpy he is. He was gracious to even wake up from his nap and make an appearance.

JIMMY: Isn’t there some sort of union? Doesn’t NEW have a retirement plan?

JONATHAN MARX: No, you see, the older and unreliable stars come and go and when they do make appearances, they expect everything to be about them. I’m not saying they aren’t legends and they still can’t have a good day here and there, but for a second golden age to emerge, we have to deal with the stars of today that can still go and be counted on instead of the stars of yesteryear or this sport may not have a future. Yet, I’m repeatedly forced to pry the gold out of old timers cold dead hands and some of them are very bitter about it.

JIMMY: When it was my time to go, I just vanished. I didn’t ask for a big fancy parade out of town. I came, I conquered, and I left.

JONATHAN MARX: That is the way it should. I’ve been with NEW since day one without a single sabbatical when others have come and gone. I have been in more main events than any man in this company. I’ve held the title longer between my two reigns than Larry Tact, Phantom Republican, and Shawn Hart combined. I’ve even held the NEW World Heavyweight Title twice which no other man can say. Am I repeatedly puffing out my chest and saying I’m the best in the world acting like a primadona? Am I calling myself the franchise of NEW when I am the only one who could make that argument? No, I am not, because I’ll let my legacy speak for itself and it is a long way from being finished.

JIMMY: At the end of the day, that is all you can do.

JONATHAN MARX: Now I must admit, my actions lately have been somewhat extreme but I can’t trust anyone with the odds stacked against what I represent, they all have been means to a greater end for the people. I can’t simply late fate decide whether my opponents are going to play fair or not and work at a disadvantage, I have to grab my opportunity and run with it in order to stand tall at the end of the night among the greatest wrestlers in the world.

JIMMY: In the old days all you needed was a handshake. Nowadays you need forty lawyers. You have to fight them to the bitter end.

JONATHAN MARX: I don’t have forty lawyers, but when I unleash what I have planned, they will think they are in hell.

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Re: NEW World Title - Dueling Ladders Match - Tact/Ph.Rep/Daymon/Rabesque/Hart/Marx (c)

We are having to bump more than Mick Foley this week.
 

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