"[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADEIN: The scene opened up to a blurred then focused image of EPW superstar, SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS' face on the side of an unmarked (due to a poor camera angle) building, in the middle of a busy, downtown city – presumably EPW headquarters, but we've been wrong about these things before. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]In the image, the champ – because, well ... his feet did touch the floor before he ever tapped out to the EPW title's current lease holder's desperate, not to mention accidentalrearNAKEDheavilyASSISTEDchokehold – looked smug ... confident, even ... arms folded in defiance, as the words: 'THE FRANCHISE' beneath him silently spoke volumes in ways that both Dumb and Dumber never could.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]This is all you'd see, for the remainder of the promo. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Thing is, this industry is so fickle, and filled with politics that I have no interest in being loved or hated, just in being me. If you like it, you like it, if you don't, fuck you. If you think that driving fancy cars, and fucking expensive women makes me soft, or a pussy, feel free to speak your mind, but be fully prepared to back it up, or else you'll look about as stupid as Leroy Waters – who two months ago was the toughest son-of-a-bitch on on the planet(in his mind), only to lose two matches in the same tournament, and fall so far down the stripper pole, that he didn't even qualify for his normal curtain jerker slot on the pay-per-view. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, I'm disgusted with my inability to be the bigger person, knowing full well that I'd win by simply ignoring idiots like him, and that by mentioning his name, I just sold him a couple hundred thousand t-shirts, preventing his lack of a wrestling paycheck to lead to starvation, and ultimately his death, but I'm a nice person.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]....Until you try to make things personal, Copycat. And, I heard the message loud and clear, the threats to hurt the people that I care most about, but truthfully ... to be the 'Smartest Player in the Game', you're awfully predictable. And, if my loved ones are stupid enough to fall prey to your rudimentary game of cat and mouse, then they deserve to be hurt, and I feel no sympathy for them.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]You see, you're forgetting something, Copycat ... wrestling is my LIFE. It's all I know, it's taken me out of poverty, and afforded me the opportunity to see the world, and do things that I never dreamed I'd be able to do. So, when assholes like you put on your mask, acting as if you're Holier Than Thou, and above this profession, I take it very personal, because in a lot of ways I am professional wrestling. Handcuff me to a cage, and I'd saw off my own arm, if it meant winning a match ... and, I'd superkick my Grandmother for the EPW World Heavyweight Championship. Even the watered down, secondary version it's become since I lost it.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"You think I've lost a step? That I lack whatever it is I had that made me one of the most feared intities in the history of professional wrestling? Well, about a year ago you were telling everyone in your stable that I was never that good to begin with, until I took over as your leader, and you proceeded to give me better oral than all of my women combined, so either you're great at lying, or you're confused. And, while both are equally true, you suffer more from the latter. Because as bad as the Empire has become – and I agree, it has gotten bad, starting at the main event – there's a federation across town, filled with diseased ridden, dust snorting, pill popping roaches, that refer to themselves as wrestlers that run rampant, and disrespect everything that this industry – that you and I both love – stands for, in ways that Empire Pro Wrestling never could, and instead of going into Sodom(or maybe it's Gomorrah, I always forget), playing God, and destroying that shithole ... you're over here prophesizing to us. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"And, in my eyes ... that makes you way more of a bitch than a Prophet. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"But, who am I? I'm just a washed up, bitter, former champion, right? Good. Keep thinking that. Keep thinking that I lost my edge, that I'll opt to do the admirable thing, opposed to snapping your neck in two, if ever presented with the opportunity. But, as a caveat ... in your preparation, you might want to cover all bases. You might want to prepare for the fight of your life, because if you're going to assume control of EPW, you were correcting in assuming that it went through me, and I'd rather die before handing my life over to you. There's no honor in bitchassness, Copycat ... so you need to know that no matter how this turns out, you'll get every ounce of sweat, blood and tears from me, and if you do happen to defeat me, and take this company in your direction, one thing will be for certain – you'll have earned it. But, many people have approached me with similar foolish ideology, and after awhile, it stops being impressive.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Pardon me for not believing your logic, lies, and threats to end me. It's just hard to fathom, considering it's never been done."[/FONT]
FTB