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Long Live THE KING
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[small]Standing against a red brick wall, CSWA superstar, Sean 'Triple X' Stevens quickly snapped his neck to the right, facing the camera, which was profiling him, only seconds earlier. He was wearing a black 'wife beater', dark gray cargo pants, and black boots. ...his hair, was in it's usual 'buzz cut' style, with his sideburns and light beard, shaped up to near perfection, almost connecting. Sean turn his entire body in the direction of the camera... on his left shoulder, barely visibal, was the 'bible & cross' tattoo, he had just recently paid for. On his right, was the CSWA Presidential Championship belt. For a moment, Sean looked down at it... grinned to himself... then, faced the camera once more.[/small]
"I'm sore... and, my neck hurts. ...in fact, it feels worse than it's ever felt in my entire life. Gemini, you are a crazy son-of-a-b#tch. I'll give you that. You tried to end my career, for no apparent reason, other than to satisfy your lust for destruction. ...and, you almost succeeded. I'll give you that, too. You're a psycho. You're dangerous. Careless. And, tough as nails. But, you see... all these things I'm giving you, Gem... it's not because I'm impressed. It's not because I have a new found respect for you, y'all, us, them, we, or whatever it is you call yourself... no. I'm giving you props, because my acknowledging what you are happens to be all you're gonna get from me."
[small]Triple X adjusted the belt on his shoulder, before running his left hand across his head, and touching his neck, grimacing in slight pain.[/small]
"Because, it took me a hell of a long time to get here. And, when I got here, it took just as long to get where I am. And, now that I'm here... I don't have too many plans of going back to where I was. Where Wicked Sight now is... where you reside. Sure, you're a tough guy. Sure you may strike fear in the heart of this person, and that person...
"...I'm not sure if you've noticed... but, neither this person, or that person, is me. Who am I? I shouldn't even have to tell you anymore. I'm not some talentless, neophyte. I'm not a kid blessed with the right mixture of skill, luck, and the lord. I'm just as experienced as you are. I'm just as tough as you are. And, I have more heart than you will ever have. The biggest, most noticeable difference, however... you, Gemini, are a coward.
"The moment you find yourself in a situation your fists, or abilities can't get you out of, you start throwing little, pre-pubescent, hissy-fits, like some little twelve year old girl. You start grabbing chairs, blindsiding people, and talking tough..."
[small]Scratching his head, Sean paused for a moment, searching for the perfect words to describe his current feelings on his current situation, and Gemini.[/small]
"But, talking tough don't win Presidential Championships. And, b#tch... if you think for one single, solitary second, that what you bring to the table is enough to get the job done, or take this title off of me? You, my friend, have the game f##ked up.
"You're gonna have to do more than what you're capable of, Gem. You're gonna have to kill me. And, before you come at me with that ever so predictable, 'will do' cliche', know this... I've faced bigger, better, tougher, and stronger. And, I'm still breathing... still walking... still capable of giving performances far greater than anything Wicked Sight see's as stellar.
"This isn't about catch phrases. This ain't about threats. It's about stepping up to the plate, and proving without a shadow of a doubt, who the best man for the job is. Your schtick is old. Tired. It's been done before. And, anybody who hasn't been born on the planet 'dumb' knows how your story ends. You won't even be remembered, Gemini. That's a promise."
[small]Triple X removed the Presidential Championship from his shoulder, dropping it between his legs, in order to place, the mid- length leather jacket, on the ground underneath him, over his shoulders. After doing so, he perches the belt back on his shoulder.[/small]
"And as for you, Sight? Don't think I'll make the same mistake you made... because I won't. I'm a true champion. I'll never walk into a situation as blind as you walked into Primetime. *I* asked you, Sight. Hell, I pretty much got on my hands and knees and begged you to take me seriously. To focus less on Gemini, and more on me. But, no... I wasn't on your 'blip' as you said. No... it doesn't matter that I'm the most skilled wrestler in the CSWA lockerroom... you had paid your dues... and, there was no way you could lose.
"Well, look at you now, Sight... I want you to walk up to the nearest mirror and just look.
"What do you have to say now? You slept on me? That COULD work, if we hadn't already wrestled before, for a title, with the outcome being the exact same in the CSWA as elsewhere. What else do you have? ...too focused on, Gem? Who's fault is that? I asked you to think about where we came from. I pleaded with you to reconsider your mind set, and take into consideration who *I* am."
"But, did you listen? No. ...and, are you champion? No. And, guess what? You probably never will be again. Because it's obvious what we have here, Sight. No matter what the front office labels me to sell a ticket or two... I'm much more than an underdog. In fact, I'm downright, more talented, and more gifted than you. You couldn't figure me out in TCW because you can't figure me out. You couldn't get the job done at Primetime because you're stupid for starters... and, never had what it took anyway.
"I don't care if you're sad... I don't give a flying f##k if you're pissed off... and, yarn at the thought of you being an even bigger freak then you were the last time. It's all talk to me... And, I don't get caught up in a bunch of hype.
"You wanna step up to the plate again? Fine... I'll be happy to knock your gullable a## right back down, off my level, and onto yours. You think this Presidential Championship is on loan? Think again. I plan on being Presidential Champion until I choose to pursue another goal here in the CSWA, Sight... so you know what THAT means, right?"
[small]Turning his back to the camera, Sean walked into the night...[/small]
"...it pretty much sucks to be you, right now..."
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[small]Standing against a red brick wall, CSWA superstar, Sean 'Triple X' Stevens quickly snapped his neck to the right, facing the camera, which was profiling him, only seconds earlier. He was wearing a black 'wife beater', dark gray cargo pants, and black boots. ...his hair, was in it's usual 'buzz cut' style, with his sideburns and light beard, shaped up to near perfection, almost connecting. Sean turn his entire body in the direction of the camera... on his left shoulder, barely visibal, was the 'bible & cross' tattoo, he had just recently paid for. On his right, was the CSWA Presidential Championship belt. For a moment, Sean looked down at it... grinned to himself... then, faced the camera once more.[/small]
"I'm sore... and, my neck hurts. ...in fact, it feels worse than it's ever felt in my entire life. Gemini, you are a crazy son-of-a-b#tch. I'll give you that. You tried to end my career, for no apparent reason, other than to satisfy your lust for destruction. ...and, you almost succeeded. I'll give you that, too. You're a psycho. You're dangerous. Careless. And, tough as nails. But, you see... all these things I'm giving you, Gem... it's not because I'm impressed. It's not because I have a new found respect for you, y'all, us, them, we, or whatever it is you call yourself... no. I'm giving you props, because my acknowledging what you are happens to be all you're gonna get from me."
[small]Triple X adjusted the belt on his shoulder, before running his left hand across his head, and touching his neck, grimacing in slight pain.[/small]
"Because, it took me a hell of a long time to get here. And, when I got here, it took just as long to get where I am. And, now that I'm here... I don't have too many plans of going back to where I was. Where Wicked Sight now is... where you reside. Sure, you're a tough guy. Sure you may strike fear in the heart of this person, and that person...
"...I'm not sure if you've noticed... but, neither this person, or that person, is me. Who am I? I shouldn't even have to tell you anymore. I'm not some talentless, neophyte. I'm not a kid blessed with the right mixture of skill, luck, and the lord. I'm just as experienced as you are. I'm just as tough as you are. And, I have more heart than you will ever have. The biggest, most noticeable difference, however... you, Gemini, are a coward.
"The moment you find yourself in a situation your fists, or abilities can't get you out of, you start throwing little, pre-pubescent, hissy-fits, like some little twelve year old girl. You start grabbing chairs, blindsiding people, and talking tough..."
[small]Scratching his head, Sean paused for a moment, searching for the perfect words to describe his current feelings on his current situation, and Gemini.[/small]
"But, talking tough don't win Presidential Championships. And, b#tch... if you think for one single, solitary second, that what you bring to the table is enough to get the job done, or take this title off of me? You, my friend, have the game f##ked up.
"You're gonna have to do more than what you're capable of, Gem. You're gonna have to kill me. And, before you come at me with that ever so predictable, 'will do' cliche', know this... I've faced bigger, better, tougher, and stronger. And, I'm still breathing... still walking... still capable of giving performances far greater than anything Wicked Sight see's as stellar.
"This isn't about catch phrases. This ain't about threats. It's about stepping up to the plate, and proving without a shadow of a doubt, who the best man for the job is. Your schtick is old. Tired. It's been done before. And, anybody who hasn't been born on the planet 'dumb' knows how your story ends. You won't even be remembered, Gemini. That's a promise."
[small]Triple X removed the Presidential Championship from his shoulder, dropping it between his legs, in order to place, the mid- length leather jacket, on the ground underneath him, over his shoulders. After doing so, he perches the belt back on his shoulder.[/small]
"And as for you, Sight? Don't think I'll make the same mistake you made... because I won't. I'm a true champion. I'll never walk into a situation as blind as you walked into Primetime. *I* asked you, Sight. Hell, I pretty much got on my hands and knees and begged you to take me seriously. To focus less on Gemini, and more on me. But, no... I wasn't on your 'blip' as you said. No... it doesn't matter that I'm the most skilled wrestler in the CSWA lockerroom... you had paid your dues... and, there was no way you could lose.
"Well, look at you now, Sight... I want you to walk up to the nearest mirror and just look.
"What do you have to say now? You slept on me? That COULD work, if we hadn't already wrestled before, for a title, with the outcome being the exact same in the CSWA as elsewhere. What else do you have? ...too focused on, Gem? Who's fault is that? I asked you to think about where we came from. I pleaded with you to reconsider your mind set, and take into consideration who *I* am."
"But, did you listen? No. ...and, are you champion? No. And, guess what? You probably never will be again. Because it's obvious what we have here, Sight. No matter what the front office labels me to sell a ticket or two... I'm much more than an underdog. In fact, I'm downright, more talented, and more gifted than you. You couldn't figure me out in TCW because you can't figure me out. You couldn't get the job done at Primetime because you're stupid for starters... and, never had what it took anyway.
"I don't care if you're sad... I don't give a flying f##k if you're pissed off... and, yarn at the thought of you being an even bigger freak then you were the last time. It's all talk to me... And, I don't get caught up in a bunch of hype.
"You wanna step up to the plate again? Fine... I'll be happy to knock your gullable a## right back down, off my level, and onto yours. You think this Presidential Championship is on loan? Think again. I plan on being Presidential Champion until I choose to pursue another goal here in the CSWA, Sight... so you know what THAT means, right?"
[small]Turning his back to the camera, Sean walked into the night...[/small]
"...it pretty much sucks to be you, right now..."
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