Analysis
"I'm a smart man."
"I'm not trying to brag, I'm just being honest in the strictest sense of the word: I graduated college with a 3.6 GPA in business with a concentration in marketing, and it's just my nature when things happen that I don't understand."
"I break it down."
(FADEIN on a chalkboard. There are three words written, one on top of the other. STEVEN SHANE, DIS, and RICH MAHOGANY.
I'm nothing if not organized.)
"Now, there's something going on that I've seen more and more in my three and a half year official career. I heard rumors, and I kept an open mind, but this match is full of a serious, serious problem."
"Hypocrisy."
I wrote the word under the Mahogany column. Then I stopped, erased the word, and wrote it under the Steven Shane column.
Then I erased the words Steven Shane and wrote ANARKY in its place.
"It's the hypocrisy of our World Champion to spend an entire promo talking about how much he's done in this industry, how he's dominated the Empire, how he's been the Champion we deserve because of his dominance..."
"...and then another promo where he craps all over a trio of wrestlers who did the exact same thing."
"I assumed it was pretty obvious I was doing it ironically; doesn't anyone else in this match think past the six inches in front of their face?"
Well, I shouldn't throw everyone into the same boat, Adrian Willard didn't start, and Steven Shane is still waiting for James Murphy to find his apartment so he can do the same thing he's been doing for the past twenty year, only now he's doing it in the main event.
"Let's clear the air here, Nark. I love the wrestling business. I've wanted to be a professional wrestler since I was twelve years old; that's just over half my life. To that end, I've always held certain things on a higher pedestal than they probably should be."
"The role of the Champion, for one."
"You see, I've always believed that the Champion should be given a greater modicum of respect for what they do, because what they do makes mountains move and affects the entire company. The company lives and dies on its Champion."
"Don't believe me? Look at Greensboro."
"Would they have ever broken out of the east coast with Ben Flore as Champion? Would anyone have bought Peyton Wright as the plucky veteran who always seemed to find his way to the top of the show?"
Would anyone in the New Frontier be standing with the Parsons Clan?
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Nark... but as a champion?"
"You're nothing special."
Jaws drop.
"I respect you because you're holding that belt and you're defending it with efficiency, Anarky... but the more you speak, the more you tell me about how you're at the top of the food chain while simultaneously never wanted this..."
"All I can think about is a rehash."
"A copy of a copy of a copy."
"You see, the biggest tragedy in this sport isn't that an idiot in a mask is somehow the number one contender to the Empire World Championship, or that an idiot with oiled up arms is (unofficially, by virtue of pinning you) the number two contender to that same belt... the biggest tragedy is that the Champion is supposed to set the tone."
"The Champion is supposed to define the promotion."
"Look at Hornet. Dan Ryan. Joe the Plumber. Brand Frontier. The Deacon. High Flyer. Sean Stevens. Look at how each of these men were the face of their respective organization, how they were larger than life and accepted the responsibility of the Champion and carried their company."
"You don't define anything, Nark."
"What, exactly, are you? Reluctant antihero, burdened with the responsibility of the World Title and just trying to be a normal guy in an extraordinary circumstance?"
It's been done, by better men than you.
"What are you trying to be, the cocky, egotistical Champion with the devil - may - care attitude who shrugs off setbacks like they're nothing and belittles those who call them out as possible cracks in the Champion's armor?"
It's been done, over and over.
"What kind of man tells his next challenger that he's too chickenshoot to earn their own name, so they use someone else's name and history to glorify themselves, a minute and a half after specifically calling out Triple X, Rocko Daymon, and Marcus Westcott as gone, gone, and gone?"
"The biggest tragedy, Nark... is that you spend so much time *****ing about your perception of what Dis and I have said about Champions... all of your reactive defense has done is to prove that you care very deeply of your perception to the other wrestlers in this company."
Someday, if you manage to hold onto your belt past Russian Roulette... I hope you can actually act before checking the opinion polls.
"The second biggest tragedy is the fact that a loser in a mask is going to be the one to take advantage of it."
"Dis, if you're actually able to wrest the World Title away from Nark at Russian Roulette, I hope that your first official act is to thank Stalker for making your moment possible."
"You see, you have nothing to do with this match. You appealed to the warped sense of intrigue that everyone in professional wrestling has, and when you inevitably unmask at Roulette... it's going to be a letdown."
It doesn't matter who you are... you're a disappointment.
"Stalker has spent the past six months playing a game of chess against himself, cheating all the while, to arrange events to lead to this moment... only to outsmart himself and piss off the Boss once too often."
Enter: Some guy in a mask.
"Dis has been done before."
Copy of a copy of a copy.
"The only justification of your existence is that you, whoever you are, do not believe in your own ability to win the big one on your own. Was the legacy of Dis the only way you could feel good about yourself?"
Or you're Lindsay Troy, who was also not good enough to win the World Title on her own, and that would be the saddest thing of all: it would speak to your inability to take a title shot as a former World Champion.
Pathetic.
"But you've spent the past few weeks telling Anarky the kind of Champion he's supposed to be on your opinion, disregarding the fact that the Champion is supposed to be the face of the company where you have no face. The Champion is the man who beats the challengers, who, for better or worse, is Nark."
"You've also spent those weeks telling me I'm a shell of my former self for not stepping into this company and immediately taking the belt from him."
There is no surprise anymore.
There are only patterns on patterns on patterns.
"The Professional Wrestling equivalent of covering your ears and screaming LA LA LA LA LA as loud as you can when you don't want to acknowledge something."
"Should have toppled him, Dis? Why? Because you say so? Because I don't work that way?"
"One thing that everyone - Anarky, Rich Mahogany, Adrian Willard, and I agree on - "
- and Steven Shane, I assume. If he knew how to talk -
" - is that what happens outside the Empire has no bearing on the Empire."
I assume for Nark as well; what do Dr. Silver and GUNS have to do with anything?
"My talent speaks for itself? Thanks."
"Talent plus track record equals opportunity."
"I have the talent, Dis, and now I have the track record. I've won the Empire's Intercontinental Championship and it's my duty to carry this title with honor and defend it against any opponent I'm booked against or any opponent I request."
Non title matches and tag team matches notwithstanding; I can't be held accountable for the booking whims of Dan Ryan's office.
"You see, Dis, I don't see my championship as a consulation prize, or an excuse to avoid going higher. If I throw my hat into consideration for an Aggression and I'm lucky enough to be granted a shot at the World Title, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be winning that match."
"That's what it's always been about for me, Dis: the next match."
"Earning a measure of success, winning one championship and then another... that hasn't changed me the way everyone around me thinks it should or would."
"Besides, it's not time yet."
"I'm comfortable here, and the fans seem to like me... but the Empire isn't home yet."
Ask The First what it's like to go for the top of the food chain before he's ready.
"Would it surprise you, Dis, to know that I'm not envious at all of your match with Nark at Russian Roulette?"
"Would it make you stop and think that I'm happy to be facing off with Steven Shane?"
"I've learned, over the course of my three and a half year long career that you speak of as if it's in its twilight... that it's better to close chapters before moving onto something else."
"Maybe it'll be you, Dis. Maybe it'll be Nark."
"Maybe it'll be Stalker, and whoever comes out of it alive will be the next Champion"
"What I want, Dis, is immortality."
"What I want is to be remembered on my own terms, not on the shock and awe that you think people want to see."
"Besides, if I wanted a title shot that I didn't earn, I'd have shown up in this company in a black mask and called myself Four Years Late."
I tapped Rich Mahogany's name with my chalk.
"Speaking of hypocrisy..."
"No, I have to applaud you, Richie. I spoke a throwaway line about how it doesn't matter if you pin the Champ if the belt isn't on the line, and you've built an entire career around it."
That kind of attention to detail would make the most hardcore obsessive - compulsive ask you what's the big deal.
"Nark and Dis were a bit of a disappointment, but I'm not surprised that you don't understand satire, Richie. You don't even understand yourself."
Maybe you're the mirror image Rich Mahogany. Do you have a mysterious goatee?
"For the past few weeks we've seen you prancing about like an idiot, talking about how you're going to make the ladies swoon while you save the Empire from mediocrity or something of the sort. To your credit, it was working: you got some pretty impressive wins over some tough opponents."
"And then we arrived at the present, and none of us cared about your bulging biceps and oiled up quads."
"Five minutes staring in the mirror and the Ladies Man was gone, replaced by an arrogant, overconfident goon whose repertoire has been boiled down to I know you are, but what am I?"
One of my trainers told me about this a long time ago, when an opponent will seemingly take an unexpected ninety-degree angle in the middle of hyping a match. I think he called it the "I don't have a defined personality of my own because I'm an insecure little twit who wants so desperately to be accepted that I'll follow one path and make it my entire identity as long as it works and then abandon it without a second thought if it stops working for half a second"... syndrome.
"If you don't have any confidence in yourself, Richie... how do you expect to take any of our titles away from us?"
"What sort of accountability are you looking for? I've wrestled on every event since being hired by this company. I've defended my title at every opportunity and wrestled in non-title and tag team matches when the office decided not to book a defense for whatever reason."
"Am I supposed to be taking responsibility for what you've done? What Nark hasn't done? Are you just bitter because you're the last man to pin the Champion and the office still didn't think you were good enough to get a shot at any belt?"
Adrian Willard notwithstanding; my mock - up poster is likely, but still just speculation.
"The saddest thing of all, Richie... even sadder than the Sad King and the Sad Prince... is that I would be taking you seriously in a heartbeat based on your existing Empire track record."
"Then you started to talk."
FADE