TBirdSCIL
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"Stupendous" Stephen Morgan vs. Jarod Poe
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SouthernBoy
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What are you trying to do, KILL ME?
{{...FADE-IN: "Stupendous" Stephen Morgan is once again lying in his over-sized bed with a cold compress on top of his head, and a thermometer hanging out of his mouth. The GLCW TV Title is draped over his waist...}}
"STUPENDOUS" STEPHEN MORGAN: " This just takes the cake, you know. "
" The GLCW KNOWS that I have this BIG 4-way match coming up with Maelstrom, Manson, and Jared Poe. They KNOW that I'm knocking at DEATH'S DOOR, trying my damndest to get to 72.5 percent healthy by the match, and they send a CAMERA here to get my thoughts on a singles match with Jared Poe for the WIRED after. "
{{...Morgan sighs and shakes his head. He then grabs a pill off the table next to his bed and pops it in his mouth, chasing it with a half bottle of water...}}
" Now I know, that do the fact I'll be winning the GLCW World Title at RIPTIDE, they need to get the TV belt off me. {{...shrugs...}} that's just business. But expecting me to drop the title to JARED POE is just OUT of the QUESTION. That's right Jared, I know the GLCW is banking on the fact I'll be SO tired, so WORN down from my match at RIPTIDE and the devastating illness that's befallen me, that I won't have the strength, or WILL, to put forth the kind of match that only I can, and I'll loose the belt to you. "
" Well don't get your hopes up Poe, because it ain't happening."
" I TOOK this title from you because you weren’t the champion the PEOPLE deserved. You weren't the MAN those illiterate couch potatoes could pattern their useless lives after and dream the impossible dream. They were on the SAME level as YOU Poe...and that's not what a LEADER should be. A leader, a ROLE MODEL, a TRUE CHAMPION should be a cut above. Or in my case a STRATOSPHERE above the people he's leading. "
" I can't turn this responsibility over to a man like you Poe, I WON'T. I REFUSE to drop the title to an unworthy man, and YOU {{...points to the screen...}} are about a LOW as you can go my friend. "
" Now I'm not going to be long winded here because Lord knows I need to conserve my strength for Riptide. So let me leave you with this...should have any hope, should you have ANY inkling of anticipation on winning the GLCW TV Title at WIRED...well you, along with all the people I'm champion of, can just ... "
" Keep dreaming. "
{{...FADE OUT...}}
{{...FADE-IN: "Stupendous" Stephen Morgan is once again lying in his over-sized bed with a cold compress on top of his head, and a thermometer hanging out of his mouth. The GLCW TV Title is draped over his waist...}}
"STUPENDOUS" STEPHEN MORGAN: " This just takes the cake, you know. "
" The GLCW KNOWS that I have this BIG 4-way match coming up with Maelstrom, Manson, and Jared Poe. They KNOW that I'm knocking at DEATH'S DOOR, trying my damndest to get to 72.5 percent healthy by the match, and they send a CAMERA here to get my thoughts on a singles match with Jared Poe for the WIRED after. "
{{...Morgan sighs and shakes his head. He then grabs a pill off the table next to his bed and pops it in his mouth, chasing it with a half bottle of water...}}
" Now I know, that do the fact I'll be winning the GLCW World Title at RIPTIDE, they need to get the TV belt off me. {{...shrugs...}} that's just business. But expecting me to drop the title to JARED POE is just OUT of the QUESTION. That's right Jared, I know the GLCW is banking on the fact I'll be SO tired, so WORN down from my match at RIPTIDE and the devastating illness that's befallen me, that I won't have the strength, or WILL, to put forth the kind of match that only I can, and I'll loose the belt to you. "
" Well don't get your hopes up Poe, because it ain't happening."
" I TOOK this title from you because you weren’t the champion the PEOPLE deserved. You weren't the MAN those illiterate couch potatoes could pattern their useless lives after and dream the impossible dream. They were on the SAME level as YOU Poe...and that's not what a LEADER should be. A leader, a ROLE MODEL, a TRUE CHAMPION should be a cut above. Or in my case a STRATOSPHERE above the people he's leading. "
" I can't turn this responsibility over to a man like you Poe, I WON'T. I REFUSE to drop the title to an unworthy man, and YOU {{...points to the screen...}} are about a LOW as you can go my friend. "
" Now I'm not going to be long winded here because Lord knows I need to conserve my strength for Riptide. So let me leave you with this...should have any hope, should you have ANY inkling of anticipation on winning the GLCW TV Title at WIRED...well you, along with all the people I'm champion of, can just ... "
" Keep dreaming. "
{{...FADE OUT...}}
Perhaps?
He wipes the sweat from his body, another workout is now in the books. Taking a moment to down some water and catch his breath we see Jarod Poe walk center frame and sits down. Drinking most of the bottle he pours the reaining contents over his head and shakes the water out violently. He starws at the camera with a slight smile as he looks ahead)
Poe: Look at you Steve? Can I call you Steve? well to late anyways. look at you? Laying there in bed...looking quite pathetic. I can only imagine the desperation you must be feeling. I mean after all...your not yourself are you? Sure you still sound like an ass, but physically...your not yourself. this mosquito bite you suffered seems to be lingering for quite awhile no. I'd be quite concerned...if it wasn't for the fact I could really care less. See your wellbeing means nothing to me. It's the belt you (coughs) carry...well that's my concern.
(Jarod slowly rises...grabs another bottle of water from off camera and opens it. He takes a drink and the looks back in)
Poe: See I don't care the reasons why this match is taking place. All i know is it is long overdue. I deserved a rematch...much like I deserved a world title shot. Sure I could walk away the champion at riptide...just as i sure you could however. i'm not that kind of guy...my focus is on the moment. and that moment Steve...that moment concerns you and the title you stole from me. Now I'm not complaining...you did what you had to do. You took the disadvantage of your skill and evened the playing field. I must say that took guts, but in the end...well you did pay for it. i showed you the contempt I had for you that night and now...well now...I get to show you once more. You didn't have the talent to pin me cleanly that night....you won't have it when we meet this time. {smiles) espicially considering your condition.
(Jarod takes another drink then slowly screws that cap back on)
Poe: See that Steve? See how that caps screws on? well get used to the visual. because when we meet in the ring...I hit you with "The Fading Light" well that same motion will happen to your neck. then you'll see a flash...then you'll be out cold and when you wake up..well any hopes of being heavyweight Champion will be just a dream and will little reality you once held in your hands...well I will have taken it away.
(Jarod drops the bottle to the floor and and steps closer tot he camera. He gives it a cold stare and his smile fades)
Poe: You can say whatever you want Steve...as can I. what you did before has no bearing on this match. promise to keep the title...you can't do that. All you can do is hope...hope that maybe this time the ref won't catch you. hope that maybe this time...I won't catch you. hope Steve...hope is all you can do. For me though...well hope never did work very well. Me...I'll be here training...I'll be in top condition. You...I wonder how you will be?
(Jarod snickers to himself and again stares froward)
Poe: well as I said Steve...I could care less. I jsut don't want to hear any excuses. When all is said and done...I'll admit...you got me. Not cleanly, but you got me. Me on the other hand...when I pin your shoulders to the mat...1...2...3. i don't want to hear about any illness. For you see all that will have happend is time being sent straight. I was a better wrestle rhtne you when we first meet...and I still am. I don't need any help or shortcuts. when we meet this time you had better be ready Steve. For is your not...I'll send you back home to your bed empty handed. Get well Steve (laughs) Your going to need all the health you can muster
(jarod turns his abck tot he camera and walks off)
<FTB>
He wipes the sweat from his body, another workout is now in the books. Taking a moment to down some water and catch his breath we see Jarod Poe walk center frame and sits down. Drinking most of the bottle he pours the reaining contents over his head and shakes the water out violently. He starws at the camera with a slight smile as he looks ahead)
Poe: Look at you Steve? Can I call you Steve? well to late anyways. look at you? Laying there in bed...looking quite pathetic. I can only imagine the desperation you must be feeling. I mean after all...your not yourself are you? Sure you still sound like an ass, but physically...your not yourself. this mosquito bite you suffered seems to be lingering for quite awhile no. I'd be quite concerned...if it wasn't for the fact I could really care less. See your wellbeing means nothing to me. It's the belt you (coughs) carry...well that's my concern.
(Jarod slowly rises...grabs another bottle of water from off camera and opens it. He takes a drink and the looks back in)
Poe: See I don't care the reasons why this match is taking place. All i know is it is long overdue. I deserved a rematch...much like I deserved a world title shot. Sure I could walk away the champion at riptide...just as i sure you could however. i'm not that kind of guy...my focus is on the moment. and that moment Steve...that moment concerns you and the title you stole from me. Now I'm not complaining...you did what you had to do. You took the disadvantage of your skill and evened the playing field. I must say that took guts, but in the end...well you did pay for it. i showed you the contempt I had for you that night and now...well now...I get to show you once more. You didn't have the talent to pin me cleanly that night....you won't have it when we meet this time. {smiles) espicially considering your condition.
(Jarod takes another drink then slowly screws that cap back on)
Poe: See that Steve? See how that caps screws on? well get used to the visual. because when we meet in the ring...I hit you with "The Fading Light" well that same motion will happen to your neck. then you'll see a flash...then you'll be out cold and when you wake up..well any hopes of being heavyweight Champion will be just a dream and will little reality you once held in your hands...well I will have taken it away.
(Jarod drops the bottle to the floor and and steps closer tot he camera. He gives it a cold stare and his smile fades)
Poe: You can say whatever you want Steve...as can I. what you did before has no bearing on this match. promise to keep the title...you can't do that. All you can do is hope...hope that maybe this time the ref won't catch you. hope that maybe this time...I won't catch you. hope Steve...hope is all you can do. For me though...well hope never did work very well. Me...I'll be here training...I'll be in top condition. You...I wonder how you will be?
(Jarod snickers to himself and again stares froward)
Poe: well as I said Steve...I could care less. I jsut don't want to hear any excuses. When all is said and done...I'll admit...you got me. Not cleanly, but you got me. Me on the other hand...when I pin your shoulders to the mat...1...2...3. i don't want to hear about any illness. For you see all that will have happend is time being sent straight. I was a better wrestle rhtne you when we first meet...and I still am. I don't need any help or shortcuts. when we meet this time you had better be ready Steve. For is your not...I'll send you back home to your bed empty handed. Get well Steve (laughs) Your going to need all the health you can muster
(jarod turns his abck tot he camera and walks off)
<FTB>
Choices
(Another workout sessions is done and gone as Jarod poe leaves the confines of his favorite gym. Hot water washed thaway the sweat and some of the pain. Deep down though there's a certian pleasure as the musles still burn from use. A pleaseant tiredness under the skin. With a content smile he turns to face thw camera as he walks out the door)
Poe: You've been awfully quite Steve? I (coughs) do hope your feeling ok? I bey by now as you lay in that bed...resting...scheming...holding that belt close. I bet after all this time a certain weight from that gold is being felt. I bet your poor tired body is having a hard time with the burden of it all. Poor Steven...I feel so bad. Rest assured I will be more then happy to help you out Steven...I'm more caring then you know. For when we meet in the ring.
(Jarod smiles and winks)
Poe: I'll remove the burden of that title. Then all you'll have to do is get your bed rest. soon your illness will pass. I wonder though what will go away first. The poison from your system of the bruises I'll leave upon your body. However due to yuor disablity...or should I say lack of. I'm...well I'm willing to be a generous man. I'm willing to give you a choice Steve. See I'm a wrestler...of the highest caliber. I can get in that ring...tear a man apart...find a weakness and then exploit it. so since you don't feel go Steve...well i'm going to be a good sport. I want you to pick a part. Pick a part for me to workover. An arm...leg...knee...neck...doesn't have to be a joint. Maybe just a muscle...ab...thigh. Pick a part Steve and I'll just focus on that on thing. That one point of weakness you won't mind hurting while your laying in bed after getting pinned to the mat. see I'm willing to make this simple Steve, but that's your choice. Make it easy on yourself...however...if your pride or stupidity get's the better of you. well by all means steve...take the hard way out.
(Jarod walks a little closer...eyes narrow and voice lowers)
Poe: See I don't HAVE to be a generous man...I'm choosing to this one moment. it's your right to refuse...your choice. But fro yuor own self interest and preservation...I hope you make the right one. Deep down Steve I want you to take the hard way out...the painful...the one that will give me the most enjoyment in return. For it migth show me your much more of a man then I saw the last time we meet in the ring. (spits) On the other hand i don't have my hopes to high. I got the feeling your looking for another shortcut. Another way to walk out with the belt over your pride. (shrugs) hey your choice pal...no skin off my nose. Justr remember as I asked before when All is said and done...don't hand me any excuses Steve. I'm going to do what yuo couldn't last time. I'm going to pin your shoulders clean tot he mat and take that title back.
(Jarod pauses for a moment...smirks and then speakes)
Poe: Then Steven...then your burden will have been lifted. Your title gone in a three second flash. All that will remain is the pain of the match...the endurment I will have given you. enjoy it steve...learn to relish the pain as I have. fro when the bell rings at the end of the night. well it's all you'll have to leave with. That and something all the others know deep down. It's a simple phrase...you'll know ti well. HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND....AND FEAR...FEAR WHAT YOU CAN'T CONQUER!!!
(Jarod turns his back tot he camera and walks off)
<FTB>
(Another workout sessions is done and gone as Jarod poe leaves the confines of his favorite gym. Hot water washed thaway the sweat and some of the pain. Deep down though there's a certian pleasure as the musles still burn from use. A pleaseant tiredness under the skin. With a content smile he turns to face thw camera as he walks out the door)
Poe: You've been awfully quite Steve? I (coughs) do hope your feeling ok? I bey by now as you lay in that bed...resting...scheming...holding that belt close. I bet after all this time a certain weight from that gold is being felt. I bet your poor tired body is having a hard time with the burden of it all. Poor Steven...I feel so bad. Rest assured I will be more then happy to help you out Steven...I'm more caring then you know. For when we meet in the ring.
(Jarod smiles and winks)
Poe: I'll remove the burden of that title. Then all you'll have to do is get your bed rest. soon your illness will pass. I wonder though what will go away first. The poison from your system of the bruises I'll leave upon your body. However due to yuor disablity...or should I say lack of. I'm...well I'm willing to be a generous man. I'm willing to give you a choice Steve. See I'm a wrestler...of the highest caliber. I can get in that ring...tear a man apart...find a weakness and then exploit it. so since you don't feel go Steve...well i'm going to be a good sport. I want you to pick a part. Pick a part for me to workover. An arm...leg...knee...neck...doesn't have to be a joint. Maybe just a muscle...ab...thigh. Pick a part Steve and I'll just focus on that on thing. That one point of weakness you won't mind hurting while your laying in bed after getting pinned to the mat. see I'm willing to make this simple Steve, but that's your choice. Make it easy on yourself...however...if your pride or stupidity get's the better of you. well by all means steve...take the hard way out.
(Jarod walks a little closer...eyes narrow and voice lowers)
Poe: See I don't HAVE to be a generous man...I'm choosing to this one moment. it's your right to refuse...your choice. But fro yuor own self interest and preservation...I hope you make the right one. Deep down Steve I want you to take the hard way out...the painful...the one that will give me the most enjoyment in return. For it migth show me your much more of a man then I saw the last time we meet in the ring. (spits) On the other hand i don't have my hopes to high. I got the feeling your looking for another shortcut. Another way to walk out with the belt over your pride. (shrugs) hey your choice pal...no skin off my nose. Justr remember as I asked before when All is said and done...don't hand me any excuses Steve. I'm going to do what yuo couldn't last time. I'm going to pin your shoulders clean tot he mat and take that title back.
(Jarod pauses for a moment...smirks and then speakes)
Poe: Then Steven...then your burden will have been lifted. Your title gone in a three second flash. All that will remain is the pain of the match...the endurment I will have given you. enjoy it steve...learn to relish the pain as I have. fro when the bell rings at the end of the night. well it's all you'll have to leave with. That and something all the others know deep down. It's a simple phrase...you'll know ti well. HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND....AND FEAR...FEAR WHAT YOU CAN'T CONQUER!!!
(Jarod turns his back tot he camera and walks off)
<FTB>
SouthernBoy
League Member
You made the wrong one
{{...FADE-IN: "Stupendous" Stephen Morgan is sitting in a wheel-chair, decked out in red silk pajamas. He's got a shower-cap on his head and the GLCW TV Title belt around his waist...}}
"STUPENDOUS" STEPHEN MORGAN: " Well, I finally was able to summon up enough strength to get myself out of bed and cut another promo. NOT that Jarod Poe cares one little bit. All he's worried about is himself and why STUPENDOUS Stephen Morgan isn't paying him the attention he THINKS he deserves. "
" You know Jarod, before, I just THOUGHT you were stupid, now, I KNOW. I mean, you've GOTTA be, right? I mean, even if somebody TRIED, they'd have to utter at least ONE sentence that was TRUE throughout a promo. I mean, you've really got to work HARD to lie THAT much, and quite frankly, I don't see you as that hard a worker...so the only other option is, you're just plain stupid. "
" First of all, it was a BEE, a KILLER BEE, that put me in the predicament I currently find myself in. Not a MOSQUITO. I mean, I don't have West Nile Fever....if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be in this chair, no sir. I'd be UP, training, getting ready to take the title off Maelstrom once and for all. But NO, I've got some rare bee disease that the doctors aren't able to figure out. Most say, a normal man would be dead, but me, and I think you would agree with me on this...I'm no NORMAL man. "
" I'm your WORST nightmare Poe. I'm a man that's better than you in every way you can POSSIBLY think of. I'm better looking, I'm richer, I'm more talented, I'm ... "
" Well you know all that already don't you Poe. You KNOW what you're up against and that's why you sit back in your dusty, danky, rinky-dink little gym and hurl lies like they were javelins, RIGHT into my back. {{...grins...}} "
" You SAY you don't care the reasons behind this match, but in reality, you're probably behind it. You went crying to Malec or Krusher, or WHOEVER and [BLEEP]ed and moaned something about somebody's foot being on the ropes, and interference, or whatever. Fact is, you CRIED until they had enough and gave you what you wanted. But me Poe, I'm not gonna be so nice. This time, I'm not just going to beat you TECHNICALLY, I'm going to beat you into oblivion. Then, the world will know, they will finally SEE that you're just not worthy Poe. You're just not worthy. "
" Yeah Poe, you're just not worthy. That's quite evident from the whole "bottle cap" analogy you laid on us. {{...rolls his eyes...}} If that wasn't the stupidest thing I've ever heard, well then I'd really have to kill myself. But beyond the fact that was just STUPID, it's also a dream stuck inside your own head that's never going to find it's way to REALITY. I don't get caught in finishers, when my opponent wrestles fairly, I don't make mistakes....when it's a FAIR one on one contest. "
" And that's what I expect from you Poe. A fair match. You can employ whatever strategy you THINK will win you the match. I'm versatile that way. {{...smiles...}} Because you see Poe, no matter how much you psych yourself up, no matter how much you of advantage you build for yourself in your mind, when you step into that ring with me, weather I'm fifty-five, seventy or ninety two percent, it's not going to matter. Why? Because guys like you, just don't beat guys like me. It's not in the card. You weren't born to be a success, you were simply put on this earth to play second fiddle to those of us who know how to play the tune. You're a nothing, a nobody, a wanna-be. And if you think you've got a snow-ball's chance in HELL of walking away with the GLCW TV Title ... well you, just like everybody else can just ... "
" Keep dreaming. "
{{...FADE OUT as Morgan smiles but then begins to "cough"...}}
{{...FADE-IN: "Stupendous" Stephen Morgan is sitting in a wheel-chair, decked out in red silk pajamas. He's got a shower-cap on his head and the GLCW TV Title belt around his waist...}}
"STUPENDOUS" STEPHEN MORGAN: " Well, I finally was able to summon up enough strength to get myself out of bed and cut another promo. NOT that Jarod Poe cares one little bit. All he's worried about is himself and why STUPENDOUS Stephen Morgan isn't paying him the attention he THINKS he deserves. "
" You know Jarod, before, I just THOUGHT you were stupid, now, I KNOW. I mean, you've GOTTA be, right? I mean, even if somebody TRIED, they'd have to utter at least ONE sentence that was TRUE throughout a promo. I mean, you've really got to work HARD to lie THAT much, and quite frankly, I don't see you as that hard a worker...so the only other option is, you're just plain stupid. "
" First of all, it was a BEE, a KILLER BEE, that put me in the predicament I currently find myself in. Not a MOSQUITO. I mean, I don't have West Nile Fever....if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be in this chair, no sir. I'd be UP, training, getting ready to take the title off Maelstrom once and for all. But NO, I've got some rare bee disease that the doctors aren't able to figure out. Most say, a normal man would be dead, but me, and I think you would agree with me on this...I'm no NORMAL man. "
" I'm your WORST nightmare Poe. I'm a man that's better than you in every way you can POSSIBLY think of. I'm better looking, I'm richer, I'm more talented, I'm ... "
" Well you know all that already don't you Poe. You KNOW what you're up against and that's why you sit back in your dusty, danky, rinky-dink little gym and hurl lies like they were javelins, RIGHT into my back. {{...grins...}} "
" You SAY you don't care the reasons behind this match, but in reality, you're probably behind it. You went crying to Malec or Krusher, or WHOEVER and [BLEEP]ed and moaned something about somebody's foot being on the ropes, and interference, or whatever. Fact is, you CRIED until they had enough and gave you what you wanted. But me Poe, I'm not gonna be so nice. This time, I'm not just going to beat you TECHNICALLY, I'm going to beat you into oblivion. Then, the world will know, they will finally SEE that you're just not worthy Poe. You're just not worthy. "
" Yeah Poe, you're just not worthy. That's quite evident from the whole "bottle cap" analogy you laid on us. {{...rolls his eyes...}} If that wasn't the stupidest thing I've ever heard, well then I'd really have to kill myself. But beyond the fact that was just STUPID, it's also a dream stuck inside your own head that's never going to find it's way to REALITY. I don't get caught in finishers, when my opponent wrestles fairly, I don't make mistakes....when it's a FAIR one on one contest. "
" And that's what I expect from you Poe. A fair match. You can employ whatever strategy you THINK will win you the match. I'm versatile that way. {{...smiles...}} Because you see Poe, no matter how much you psych yourself up, no matter how much you of advantage you build for yourself in your mind, when you step into that ring with me, weather I'm fifty-five, seventy or ninety two percent, it's not going to matter. Why? Because guys like you, just don't beat guys like me. It's not in the card. You weren't born to be a success, you were simply put on this earth to play second fiddle to those of us who know how to play the tune. You're a nothing, a nobody, a wanna-be. And if you think you've got a snow-ball's chance in HELL of walking away with the GLCW TV Title ... well you, just like everybody else can just ... "
" Keep dreaming. "
{{...FADE OUT as Morgan smiles but then begins to "cough"...}}