jayshort
Long Live THE KING
This is the part that the viewers at home don’t get to see. As surprising as it may be to most, when your television screen fades to black and the camera stop rolling, the show goes on. The wrestlers are still in pain, and the emotional tension continues to plague you. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" /><o></o>
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The scene opened up where it had last ended. <o></o>
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EPW World Heavyweight Champion, Sean ‘Triple X’ Stevens, at the top of his most deadly weapon – a steel cage – staring in disbelief. In his hands were three of Ice Tre’s faux platinum chains, drenched in his and Tre’s own blood. The crowd continued to scream until their lungs were sore, because, well … that’s what mindless drones do. You do as you’re told. You go through life reading Teleprompters, and when The Man tells you to clap, you clap. When he tells you to smile, you smile. Every now and then, he’ll decide to play a cruel joke, just to see how far he can take you … to see how dim-witted you are. To see how much common sense you actually lack. <o></o>
Take Ice Tre for example. <o></o>
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Ever since he stepped foot in Empire Pro Wrestling he’s been a constant thorn in Sean’s side, but even more than that, he’s been a brainless imbecile. He has no talent, he has no heart, and he has no business in a wrestling ring. But, because he’s marketed as fun loving, and talks like Vanilla Ice, he’s showered with deafening cheers. Meanwhile, Sean Stevens – a man that, on more than one occasion, has put his life on the line to entertain the fans has to climb down the cage of a match that he dominated to taunts, and jeers. <o></o>
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“Sh*t,” he mumbled, as he leaped down the remaining three feet of the cage, clutching his right hand. It was starting to swell up like a balloon. Sean tried shaking it, something just didn’t feel right, it was as if something had popped out of place. <o></o>
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“Give me my f_cking title!” he commanded, snatching his EPW title out of the referee’s hand, threatening to punch him with his good hand. “Where is my crown?”<o></o>
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The referee stood there, twiddling his thumbs, looking dumbfounded. “I … uhh … awarded it to Ice Tre.” <o></o>
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Stevens took an aggressive step in the referee’s direction, “You did what with my crown?” <o></o>
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“I … I … thought Ice Tre won it, as a result of his win tonight,” he stuttered, before hitting the canvas hard as a result of the right cross Triple X swung, that connected to his jaw. <o></o>
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The boos continued as Sean slung the belt over his shoulder, continuing up the ramp, and through the curtain.
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The scene opened up where it had last ended. <o></o>
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EPW World Heavyweight Champion, Sean ‘Triple X’ Stevens, at the top of his most deadly weapon – a steel cage – staring in disbelief. In his hands were three of Ice Tre’s faux platinum chains, drenched in his and Tre’s own blood. The crowd continued to scream until their lungs were sore, because, well … that’s what mindless drones do. You do as you’re told. You go through life reading Teleprompters, and when The Man tells you to clap, you clap. When he tells you to smile, you smile. Every now and then, he’ll decide to play a cruel joke, just to see how far he can take you … to see how dim-witted you are. To see how much common sense you actually lack. <o></o>
Take Ice Tre for example. <o></o>
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Ever since he stepped foot in Empire Pro Wrestling he’s been a constant thorn in Sean’s side, but even more than that, he’s been a brainless imbecile. He has no talent, he has no heart, and he has no business in a wrestling ring. But, because he’s marketed as fun loving, and talks like Vanilla Ice, he’s showered with deafening cheers. Meanwhile, Sean Stevens – a man that, on more than one occasion, has put his life on the line to entertain the fans has to climb down the cage of a match that he dominated to taunts, and jeers. <o></o>
<o></o>
“Sh*t,” he mumbled, as he leaped down the remaining three feet of the cage, clutching his right hand. It was starting to swell up like a balloon. Sean tried shaking it, something just didn’t feel right, it was as if something had popped out of place. <o></o>
<o></o>
“Give me my f_cking title!” he commanded, snatching his EPW title out of the referee’s hand, threatening to punch him with his good hand. “Where is my crown?”<o></o>
<o></o>
The referee stood there, twiddling his thumbs, looking dumbfounded. “I … uhh … awarded it to Ice Tre.” <o></o>
<o></o>
Stevens took an aggressive step in the referee’s direction, “You did what with my crown?” <o></o>
<o></o>
“I … I … thought Ice Tre won it, as a result of his win tonight,” he stuttered, before hitting the canvas hard as a result of the right cross Triple X swung, that connected to his jaw. <o></o>
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The boos continued as Sean slung the belt over his shoulder, continuing up the ramp, and through the curtain.
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