SteelCitySon
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Round two of the World Title Tournament. Winner goes on to the Quarterfinals.
Rocko Daymon vs. Maelstrom
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The new face of reality.....
(FADE IN:.... to excerpts from the last EPW Aggression show where we see Paul Freeman and Rocko Daymon staring solemnly at each other amidst the announcement of just who Daymon's next roadblock to the semi-finals would be. The image quickly begins to dissipate as the crowds thunderous reaction ensues....
FADE BACK IN:..... this time to an EPW backdrop where we see a huge figure sitting in a director's style chair. His features are obscured by long strands of black hair which effectively conceal his identity. There's absolutely no sound whatsoever, save for some faint resounding echoes of his breathing as his massive shoulders and chest rise and fall almost imperceptibly in rhythm with it...... moments later, he raises a hand and pushes away the hair, revealing to the EPW fans for the first time, the stoic glare of the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: All this drama..... and I haven't even stepped foot on Empire property yet.
(shakes head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Drama that disoriented you, Daymon. You were too busy being confused to even notice the subterfuge. Or hasn't it hit you yet that you're nothing more than a pawn in this little EPW power struggle? They used you much like they're attempting to use me Daymon. But no matter, I'll take care of Freeman and Ryan later in my own way..... (offers a cruel grin as he nods his head knowingly). Right now, my focus is entirely on YOU Daymon!
(his eyes gleam with murderous intent as he smiles faintly before resuming.....)
MAELSTROM: There aren't too many familiar faces here, and with the exception of Jonathon Marx, even fewer people who've treaded upon my path. But ya know what Daymon? It makes absolutely NO difference to me! This is as good a playground as any other, maybe moreso than most 'cuz of the element of unfamiliarity.
(smiles as he closes his eyes..... momentarily losing himself in thought...... a brief second or two later, he slowly opens his eyes and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: ....... but all that's gonna change REAL soon! Ya see Daymon, whether you guys know it or not, or even care for that matter..... reality has a new face here in EPW..... and just as it has in other promotions, it's gonna be glaring at ALL of you through MY eyes..... one match at a time!
(narrows his eyes as he leans over a bit and glares stoically into the cameras)
MAELSTROM: No empty promises, threats or boasts....... it’s simply the way it is.....
(With an arrogant wink, Maelstrom steps off the director's style chair and walks off the set. His footsteps eventually drowned out by the echoes of his laughter, which in turn transforms into thunderous roars of crowd reaction as we fade back to the confusion of the earlier night at Aggression, when Freeman announced Daymon's surprise opponent ...... FADE OUT.....)
(FADE IN:.... to excerpts from the last EPW Aggression show where we see Paul Freeman and Rocko Daymon staring solemnly at each other amidst the announcement of just who Daymon's next roadblock to the semi-finals would be. The image quickly begins to dissipate as the crowds thunderous reaction ensues....
FADE BACK IN:..... this time to an EPW backdrop where we see a huge figure sitting in a director's style chair. His features are obscured by long strands of black hair which effectively conceal his identity. There's absolutely no sound whatsoever, save for some faint resounding echoes of his breathing as his massive shoulders and chest rise and fall almost imperceptibly in rhythm with it...... moments later, he raises a hand and pushes away the hair, revealing to the EPW fans for the first time, the stoic glare of the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: All this drama..... and I haven't even stepped foot on Empire property yet.
(shakes head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Drama that disoriented you, Daymon. You were too busy being confused to even notice the subterfuge. Or hasn't it hit you yet that you're nothing more than a pawn in this little EPW power struggle? They used you much like they're attempting to use me Daymon. But no matter, I'll take care of Freeman and Ryan later in my own way..... (offers a cruel grin as he nods his head knowingly). Right now, my focus is entirely on YOU Daymon!
(his eyes gleam with murderous intent as he smiles faintly before resuming.....)
MAELSTROM: There aren't too many familiar faces here, and with the exception of Jonathon Marx, even fewer people who've treaded upon my path. But ya know what Daymon? It makes absolutely NO difference to me! This is as good a playground as any other, maybe moreso than most 'cuz of the element of unfamiliarity.
(smiles as he closes his eyes..... momentarily losing himself in thought...... a brief second or two later, he slowly opens his eyes and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: ....... but all that's gonna change REAL soon! Ya see Daymon, whether you guys know it or not, or even care for that matter..... reality has a new face here in EPW..... and just as it has in other promotions, it's gonna be glaring at ALL of you through MY eyes..... one match at a time!
(narrows his eyes as he leans over a bit and glares stoically into the cameras)
MAELSTROM: No empty promises, threats or boasts....... it’s simply the way it is.....
(With an arrogant wink, Maelstrom steps off the director's style chair and walks off the set. His footsteps eventually drowned out by the echoes of his laughter, which in turn transforms into thunderous roars of crowd reaction as we fade back to the confusion of the earlier night at Aggression, when Freeman announced Daymon's surprise opponent ...... FADE OUT.....)
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SCENE BEGINS
(Fade into the hazy morning sky hanging over Highland Park in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. The camera pans by, following a jogger going for an early run along a path. She passes by a bench, where the camera comes to rest, slowly zooming in on the figure dressed in the long black coat, facing the water.)
(Cut to a shot in front of the bench, facing the one. Sitting with his non-chalant attitude is the one, Rocko Daymon. We see him days following the first round match for the Empire Pro World Title tournament. He is unshaven, but his groomed hair indicates he can clearly be distinguished from a homeless guy loitering around the area. Through the part in his overcoat, one can see that he's wearing a t-shirt bearing the Punisher skull, paired with a usual pair of jeans.)
(His gaze doesn't leave the skyline… even as he speaks.)
Rocko Daymon
All this drama, and all this confusion. And here I am, in the eye of this storm... this almost clichéd story of power struggle, and the bystanders caught up in the mix.
And what has to be done, when this sort of sh*t hits the fan?
(He looks up into the camera, smiling benevolently.)
Rocko Daymon
Why... the bystanders, they must take ahold of the reigns.
I, Rocko Daymon, the man who defeated Adam Benjamin, will make myself an opportunity by taking control of this dire situation. By playing my cards right, I would put myself in a good position to do more than prove myself...
I'm talking about becoming Empire Pro's first World Champion.
And there isn't a damn thing that Dan Ryan—or Paul Freeman, for that matter—can do to stop me. At this point, only one man stands in my way...
(He nods, only once.)
Rocko Daymon
That man being the X Factor in Empire Pro right now... he who goes by Maelstrom.
Never wrestled, never seen in action, and never heard of. Yet just the same, Maelstrom has been put into this tournament—unless I should receive ANOTHER letter from Dan Ryan stating otherwise...
But thankfully, the legal mumbo jumbo has been sorted out. I'm a man who isn't about contracts and legal clauses and restrictions… I fight when I can, and wherever I can. There isn't much more to say about that.
(Pause in speech. He looks back to the water.)
Rocko Daymon
So… the only thing I can do at this point is learn as much as I can about my next opponent. And really… who IS Maelstrom? As I said before, I never heard of the guy...
I apologize for that, Mael, if you're listening… you have to understand that I've recently made my return to the ring, so I'm kind of in the dark about what happened through most of last year.
But at the moment, Caitlyn, my manager, is digging up the essential information. That's good, because I'd like to know the man known as Maelstrom before I meet, beat, and defeat him when Aggression rolls around.
At the time, though… let's just discuss the man's promo.
(He pauses for a moment, to check his watch, but doesn't look into the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Just by hearing what he had to say, I began to ask myself… what REALLY is the big deal about this guy, that he should get so much hype for coming into Empire Pro, and getting a free ticket into the second round of this tournament? To me, he sounds like every other egomaniacal narcissist out there in the professional wrestling world…
All this talk of… “reality has a new face”… this federations is “as good a playground as any other”… and what better way to top off his speech by saying he’s not making promises or being pompous, event though the entire promo seemed to be a self-centered boast?
Maelstrom isn’t the most subtle person out there, is he?
(Rocko cocks an eyebrow.)
Rocko Daymon
I’ve heard the same story told before… many times. But every time I hear it, it’s always a new young face, basing his status off of a premature win-streak. You need not look further than Adam Benjamin for a classic example. But hey, Maelstrom does his thing, and I do mine…
But I’m not a guy who simply comes out, saying I’m going to take this federation by storm, and change the entire industry with my great talent. There’s a hundred and one ways to rephrase that old Christian Sands adage, so I opt to be an individual. Rather than talk about what changes I’m going to make to Empire Pro and this entire industry with my becoming World Champion, I’d rather just prove that in the series of matches that follow…
And if things change, then great… and if they don’t, then nobody could accuse me of being a liar.
But I’m more of a guy who doesn’t talk about worldly goals, unless it was to prove a point. I like to keep things simple. So what I’m going to say now is not that I have these great, divine plans for the World Title… or that I plan by raising the bar for all of the wrestlers in this industry…
Nah, I’m simply going to say… when I step into the ring at Aggression, I will give Maelstrom everything I have, pin his shoulders on the mat, and move on to the next round.
(He shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
That wasn’t so hard, was it? But at least it beats the flurry of bullsh*t you hear most wrestlers say these days, which Maelstrom basically rehashed.
I feel I have the opportunity to win… and with my last match against Adam Benjamin, I think I’ve proven that when I go all out, I take what I want. I’m going to reach my goal as World Champion one step at a time…
And right now, the focus isn’t the federation… or Freeman and Ryan squabbling backstage. All I’m worried about is Maelstrom, who, by some logic, deserves a bye, whereas when I get the same opportunity, people start screaming “unfair”, left and right.
(Another shrug.)
Rocko Daymon
Dan Ryan did not bother to show in our match… essentially, he forfeited. That means, he lost by default. What happened at Aggression was simply the obvious second round meeting that would have taken place—Benjamin vs. Daymon—coming a week early. I feel by taking a bye, I am in no way doing any less work than any of the other talents involved in the tournament. But no, giving me a bye would make it “unfair”…
“Boo-hoo… Rocko’s a cheater, and that’s so unfair. Does he think he’s better than us, or something?”
On the other hand, someone figured it was perfectly fair to roll the red carpet straight into round two for “our buddy” Maelstrom. Where was he the day we all went to the Empire Pro headquarters, and signed up for this tournament? Where was he while we all got seeded accordingly? Where was he while the twelve of us busted our asses in preparation for the second round?
But hey… while some crybabies here have a tendency to fly off the handle every time they see something they whine about, I personally don’t care. So Freeman chooses to give me an extra match in my road to the top? Fine… I’ll take it. I’ll walk the longer road than the rest of the people involved in the tournament…
After all, when you add an extra rung to my ladder, then I’ll be higher up when I reach the top.
(Moment of silence.)
Rocko Daymon
I take the next step at Aggression… and though I question some of the decisions of the offices, I won’t argue about how ethical it is to put an absolute stranger of this federation into this tournament. I’m not a guy who beats around the bush…
I’m the kind of guy who proves himself, whenever and wherever…
And that’s just what I’ll do in the ring, facing Maelstrom…
(He checks his watch again. Then, with a nod, comes to his feet and starts down the jogging path and a slow gait. From there, we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
(Fade into the hazy morning sky hanging over Highland Park in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. The camera pans by, following a jogger going for an early run along a path. She passes by a bench, where the camera comes to rest, slowly zooming in on the figure dressed in the long black coat, facing the water.)
(Cut to a shot in front of the bench, facing the one. Sitting with his non-chalant attitude is the one, Rocko Daymon. We see him days following the first round match for the Empire Pro World Title tournament. He is unshaven, but his groomed hair indicates he can clearly be distinguished from a homeless guy loitering around the area. Through the part in his overcoat, one can see that he's wearing a t-shirt bearing the Punisher skull, paired with a usual pair of jeans.)
(His gaze doesn't leave the skyline… even as he speaks.)
Rocko Daymon
All this drama, and all this confusion. And here I am, in the eye of this storm... this almost clichéd story of power struggle, and the bystanders caught up in the mix.
And what has to be done, when this sort of sh*t hits the fan?
(He looks up into the camera, smiling benevolently.)
Rocko Daymon
Why... the bystanders, they must take ahold of the reigns.
I, Rocko Daymon, the man who defeated Adam Benjamin, will make myself an opportunity by taking control of this dire situation. By playing my cards right, I would put myself in a good position to do more than prove myself...
I'm talking about becoming Empire Pro's first World Champion.
And there isn't a damn thing that Dan Ryan—or Paul Freeman, for that matter—can do to stop me. At this point, only one man stands in my way...
(He nods, only once.)
Rocko Daymon
That man being the X Factor in Empire Pro right now... he who goes by Maelstrom.
Never wrestled, never seen in action, and never heard of. Yet just the same, Maelstrom has been put into this tournament—unless I should receive ANOTHER letter from Dan Ryan stating otherwise...
But thankfully, the legal mumbo jumbo has been sorted out. I'm a man who isn't about contracts and legal clauses and restrictions… I fight when I can, and wherever I can. There isn't much more to say about that.
(Pause in speech. He looks back to the water.)
Rocko Daymon
So… the only thing I can do at this point is learn as much as I can about my next opponent. And really… who IS Maelstrom? As I said before, I never heard of the guy...
I apologize for that, Mael, if you're listening… you have to understand that I've recently made my return to the ring, so I'm kind of in the dark about what happened through most of last year.
But at the moment, Caitlyn, my manager, is digging up the essential information. That's good, because I'd like to know the man known as Maelstrom before I meet, beat, and defeat him when Aggression rolls around.
At the time, though… let's just discuss the man's promo.
(He pauses for a moment, to check his watch, but doesn't look into the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Just by hearing what he had to say, I began to ask myself… what REALLY is the big deal about this guy, that he should get so much hype for coming into Empire Pro, and getting a free ticket into the second round of this tournament? To me, he sounds like every other egomaniacal narcissist out there in the professional wrestling world…
All this talk of… “reality has a new face”… this federations is “as good a playground as any other”… and what better way to top off his speech by saying he’s not making promises or being pompous, event though the entire promo seemed to be a self-centered boast?
Maelstrom isn’t the most subtle person out there, is he?
(Rocko cocks an eyebrow.)
Rocko Daymon
I’ve heard the same story told before… many times. But every time I hear it, it’s always a new young face, basing his status off of a premature win-streak. You need not look further than Adam Benjamin for a classic example. But hey, Maelstrom does his thing, and I do mine…
But I’m not a guy who simply comes out, saying I’m going to take this federation by storm, and change the entire industry with my great talent. There’s a hundred and one ways to rephrase that old Christian Sands adage, so I opt to be an individual. Rather than talk about what changes I’m going to make to Empire Pro and this entire industry with my becoming World Champion, I’d rather just prove that in the series of matches that follow…
And if things change, then great… and if they don’t, then nobody could accuse me of being a liar.
But I’m more of a guy who doesn’t talk about worldly goals, unless it was to prove a point. I like to keep things simple. So what I’m going to say now is not that I have these great, divine plans for the World Title… or that I plan by raising the bar for all of the wrestlers in this industry…
Nah, I’m simply going to say… when I step into the ring at Aggression, I will give Maelstrom everything I have, pin his shoulders on the mat, and move on to the next round.
(He shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
That wasn’t so hard, was it? But at least it beats the flurry of bullsh*t you hear most wrestlers say these days, which Maelstrom basically rehashed.
I feel I have the opportunity to win… and with my last match against Adam Benjamin, I think I’ve proven that when I go all out, I take what I want. I’m going to reach my goal as World Champion one step at a time…
And right now, the focus isn’t the federation… or Freeman and Ryan squabbling backstage. All I’m worried about is Maelstrom, who, by some logic, deserves a bye, whereas when I get the same opportunity, people start screaming “unfair”, left and right.
(Another shrug.)
Rocko Daymon
Dan Ryan did not bother to show in our match… essentially, he forfeited. That means, he lost by default. What happened at Aggression was simply the obvious second round meeting that would have taken place—Benjamin vs. Daymon—coming a week early. I feel by taking a bye, I am in no way doing any less work than any of the other talents involved in the tournament. But no, giving me a bye would make it “unfair”…
“Boo-hoo… Rocko’s a cheater, and that’s so unfair. Does he think he’s better than us, or something?”
On the other hand, someone figured it was perfectly fair to roll the red carpet straight into round two for “our buddy” Maelstrom. Where was he the day we all went to the Empire Pro headquarters, and signed up for this tournament? Where was he while we all got seeded accordingly? Where was he while the twelve of us busted our asses in preparation for the second round?
But hey… while some crybabies here have a tendency to fly off the handle every time they see something they whine about, I personally don’t care. So Freeman chooses to give me an extra match in my road to the top? Fine… I’ll take it. I’ll walk the longer road than the rest of the people involved in the tournament…
After all, when you add an extra rung to my ladder, then I’ll be higher up when I reach the top.
(Moment of silence.)
Rocko Daymon
I take the next step at Aggression… and though I question some of the decisions of the offices, I won’t argue about how ethical it is to put an absolute stranger of this federation into this tournament. I’m not a guy who beats around the bush…
I’m the kind of guy who proves himself, whenever and wherever…
And that’s just what I’ll do in the ring, facing Maelstrom…
(He checks his watch again. Then, with a nod, comes to his feet and starts down the jogging path and a slow gait. From there, we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
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JLebron
Guest
It's all 'bout moments....
(FADE IN:...... to a black screen with the scrolling words...... <marquee behavior=alternate>"It's All About Moments"</marquee>
CUTTO:..... Maelstrom sitting on a stool glaring at us, he smiles faintly just before he begins to speak.....)
MAELSTROM: Funny how a person can be a virtual nobody throughout his entire career, then circumstances change an' for one solitary moment, he's on top of the world.... LITERALLY! Some call it "flash-in-the-pan", "fifteen minutes of fame".....but who knows, maybe it's simply a matter of timing. Hell, some people have a helluva a year but are still dwarfed by some other major controversy or event that erupts, demanding so much attention that there's virtually nothin' left for them. Me? I suppose I've fallen into just 'bout every conceivable category imaginable. To some I'm considered a legend, to others I'm nothin' more than an overrated fraud, and to guys like you Daymon, I'm a nobody.....someone you've never even heard of.
(laughs faintly as if amused by a private joke as we begin a slow fade..... returning to a screen displaying one single scrolling word..... <marquee behavior=alternate>"Denial"</marquee>
CUTTO: ..... Maelstrom, a profile view this time, as he picks up seemingly in mid sentence of an already ongoing comment.....)
MAELSTROM:..... blind eyes are turned. Daymon remarks 'bout how he's not one to "whine" about things, yet seems to feel the need to challenge a few recent decisions. Ya question the red carpet treatment I got straight to the 2nd round of this tourney despite the FACT that I wasn't even supposed to have been entered into it as per MY contract. Ya question where was I the day you all went to the Empire Pro headquarters, and signed up for this tournament despite the FACT that Empire Pro and I were still in the process of negotiating MY contract? Ya question where was I while you all got seeded accordingly despite the fact that I was busy fulfulling MY obligations to the NWL. You question where was I while the twelve of you busted your asses in preparation for the second round despite the FACT that Paul Freeman screwed YOU over by sanctioning a match against you instead of facing me himself..... sanctioning me in a match and tournament I might add, that I wasn't even supposed to be involved in!
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: .... there is a difference ya know, between turning a blind eye and living in denial.....
(Fade once more to a black screen and the scrolling word of...... <marquee behavior=alternate>"Perception"</marquee>
CUTTO:.... Maelstrom once again, this time viewed from a 3/4 perspective....)
MAELSTROM: They say that image is everything.... but what if the image is distorted? Or what if its a mirage? 'Sides, what is image if not only an opinion of sorts? I mean, here you are Daymon, never even hearing of me.... yet who the F**K are you that I should even care if you have or not? I mean let's face it, perception revolves around opinions. Just because FWI ranked me as the #1 wrestler in the world in their top 250 doesn't necessarily mean it's true does it? (smirks as he offers a wink) Just because I was nominated in the same category as our (rolls eyes sarcastically as he does the finger quote thingie) "illustrious leader", Dan Ryan for FWI's wrestler of the year, doesn't necessarily mean that I'm a major force to contend with, does it? (raises an eyebrow) It all depends on just who you ask and even then, it STILL doesn't make it true..... or for that matter false. Yeah, I may not be subtle, in fact I'm the first to admit that I AM INDEED arrogant! But unlike most, I BACK UP my arrogance...... (grins maliciously) something which you'll soon find out for yourself not only when your manager Caitlyn finishes her research on me, but after our match as well. But what does it matter to you eh? It's merely one of many perceptions out there.... it simply means that YOUR views may not be as divine as you'd like to think they are or make 'em out to be......
(Fade out and back in to the next scrolling word.... <marquee behavior=alternate>"Exposure"</marquee>
CUTTO:..... a frontal view of Maelstrom sitting, this time with the EPW Logo in the background....)
MAELSTROM: ..... ya know, it's kinda ironic..... you can be one of the most talented men in this sport and still not be regarded a house-hold name. And while politics does play a part at times, I believe that exposure, or lack of it, plays an even bigger part. When you were questioning just why I should be getting a bye and all this seemingly extra consideration did you ever once in your jealous mind ever consider that it was all about EXPOSURE for EPW? After all, YOU may not have ever heard of me, but EPW obviously has. Ya see Daymon, exposure if not handled right, much like your doing right now, can be like the flip side of image.... an' ya know what happens when ya over-expose yer negatives eh Daymon? (shakes his head disparagingly) Ya ruin the image! (glares as he nods knowingly) As I said earlier Daymon, it's all 'bout moments..... an' yours, much like your grasp on this entire situation, is diminishing rather quickly.....
(FADE OUT....)
(FADE IN:...... to a black screen with the scrolling words...... <marquee behavior=alternate>"It's All About Moments"</marquee>
CUTTO:..... Maelstrom sitting on a stool glaring at us, he smiles faintly just before he begins to speak.....)
MAELSTROM: Funny how a person can be a virtual nobody throughout his entire career, then circumstances change an' for one solitary moment, he's on top of the world.... LITERALLY! Some call it "flash-in-the-pan", "fifteen minutes of fame".....but who knows, maybe it's simply a matter of timing. Hell, some people have a helluva a year but are still dwarfed by some other major controversy or event that erupts, demanding so much attention that there's virtually nothin' left for them. Me? I suppose I've fallen into just 'bout every conceivable category imaginable. To some I'm considered a legend, to others I'm nothin' more than an overrated fraud, and to guys like you Daymon, I'm a nobody.....someone you've never even heard of.
(laughs faintly as if amused by a private joke as we begin a slow fade..... returning to a screen displaying one single scrolling word..... <marquee behavior=alternate>"Denial"</marquee>
CUTTO: ..... Maelstrom, a profile view this time, as he picks up seemingly in mid sentence of an already ongoing comment.....)
MAELSTROM:..... blind eyes are turned. Daymon remarks 'bout how he's not one to "whine" about things, yet seems to feel the need to challenge a few recent decisions. Ya question the red carpet treatment I got straight to the 2nd round of this tourney despite the FACT that I wasn't even supposed to have been entered into it as per MY contract. Ya question where was I the day you all went to the Empire Pro headquarters, and signed up for this tournament despite the FACT that Empire Pro and I were still in the process of negotiating MY contract? Ya question where was I while you all got seeded accordingly despite the fact that I was busy fulfulling MY obligations to the NWL. You question where was I while the twelve of you busted your asses in preparation for the second round despite the FACT that Paul Freeman screwed YOU over by sanctioning a match against you instead of facing me himself..... sanctioning me in a match and tournament I might add, that I wasn't even supposed to be involved in!
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: .... there is a difference ya know, between turning a blind eye and living in denial.....
(Fade once more to a black screen and the scrolling word of...... <marquee behavior=alternate>"Perception"</marquee>
CUTTO:.... Maelstrom once again, this time viewed from a 3/4 perspective....)
MAELSTROM: They say that image is everything.... but what if the image is distorted? Or what if its a mirage? 'Sides, what is image if not only an opinion of sorts? I mean, here you are Daymon, never even hearing of me.... yet who the F**K are you that I should even care if you have or not? I mean let's face it, perception revolves around opinions. Just because FWI ranked me as the #1 wrestler in the world in their top 250 doesn't necessarily mean it's true does it? (smirks as he offers a wink) Just because I was nominated in the same category as our (rolls eyes sarcastically as he does the finger quote thingie) "illustrious leader", Dan Ryan for FWI's wrestler of the year, doesn't necessarily mean that I'm a major force to contend with, does it? (raises an eyebrow) It all depends on just who you ask and even then, it STILL doesn't make it true..... or for that matter false. Yeah, I may not be subtle, in fact I'm the first to admit that I AM INDEED arrogant! But unlike most, I BACK UP my arrogance...... (grins maliciously) something which you'll soon find out for yourself not only when your manager Caitlyn finishes her research on me, but after our match as well. But what does it matter to you eh? It's merely one of many perceptions out there.... it simply means that YOUR views may not be as divine as you'd like to think they are or make 'em out to be......
(Fade out and back in to the next scrolling word.... <marquee behavior=alternate>"Exposure"</marquee>
CUTTO:..... a frontal view of Maelstrom sitting, this time with the EPW Logo in the background....)
MAELSTROM: ..... ya know, it's kinda ironic..... you can be one of the most talented men in this sport and still not be regarded a house-hold name. And while politics does play a part at times, I believe that exposure, or lack of it, plays an even bigger part. When you were questioning just why I should be getting a bye and all this seemingly extra consideration did you ever once in your jealous mind ever consider that it was all about EXPOSURE for EPW? After all, YOU may not have ever heard of me, but EPW obviously has. Ya see Daymon, exposure if not handled right, much like your doing right now, can be like the flip side of image.... an' ya know what happens when ya over-expose yer negatives eh Daymon? (shakes his head disparagingly) Ya ruin the image! (glares as he nods knowingly) As I said earlier Daymon, it's all 'bout moments..... an' yours, much like your grasp on this entire situation, is diminishing rather quickly.....
(FADE OUT....)
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SCENE BEGINS
(Fade in. No flashy, interwoven footage from the past event. No scrolling words. Just a simple fade into the night air of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. We are on the second-floor terrace of a building which looks over a scenic view of the city below. A few tables and chairs in the frame indicate that the location must be a restaurant. With the sun set, the town is illuminated in electrical splendor, as street lights flanking the streets send a glow into the black sky above.)
(Track right. A new light comes into view, this time coming from a candle set as the mantlepiece of one such dining table set near the rail of the terrace. Seated in one of the two chairs with this table is Rocko Daymon. He sits without a dish in front of him on the table, legs crossed, seeming to entertain himself with a paperback. Aldous Huxley's "Doors of Perception", if you're curious. Once again, he's clad in his long black coat, this time dressed in more formal evening attire. He looks apt to be doing the town.)
(Without even looking up, he speaks.)
Rocko Daymon
You're late.
(He closes the book and sets it aside, still not bothering to look straight into the lens.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm usually very lenient when it comes to time, but I want to get this finished before I eat.
(He clears his throat, readjusting his posture in the chair, and finally looks into the camera. We get a slow zoom in so he can fill more of the frame.)
Rocko Daymon
If there's anything I have learned today, it's that Maelstrom is a prompt individual. Not that I mind. I was initially worried that he would be no different from the myriad of ego-centric wannabes I've swept through in my extensive career, after hearing his "rebuttal".
But Maelstrom... he's different. Not in talent, or speech... or even what he calls "exposure". He's just the kind of guy who is really quick to come out and say his piece. And in some ways, I admire that. He just comes out and delivers the point...
The problem is, there's delivery... but no POINT.
(He shrugs, looking to the table where he spots his glass, and takes a quick sip to put a pause in the momentum.)
Rocko Daymon
Maelstrom has proven weaker than I expected. I came to this assumption the moment he opened his mouth and uttered the word "contract". When a professional wrestler hides his duty to the fans and to himself behind a flimsy piece of paper, to me it's nothing different from selling out. Maelstrom appears to be nothing more than a contract wrestler...
And that's really sad... because when the number of zeroes on your paycheck becomes more important to the number of people you draw into the seats, you've pretty much forgotten what it means to be a professional wrestler. It was never about winning matches and proving yourself as the best ever. It's about a love for the ring... and the thrill of competition.
But when you become so "important", like Maelstrom, that everything you do is bound by a legal document, you essentially sell your soul to the corporations.
When I came to Empire Pro, I didn't see a need for "negotiations". They offered a price and a time, and after carefully reading everything through, I accepted. I may not be making serious coin, but I'm satisfied knowing that I epitomize a righteous professional wrestler. I'm Paul Freeman's dream come true... an employee who is more eager to get into the ring and show his crap before he bogs down his time meeting with lawyers and representatives to work out what I can and can't do, and how much they'll pay me for it.
(Quickly takes another sip.)
Rocko Daymon
The point is... some of the finest professional wrestlers in the industry worked hard to get by the first round of Empire Pro's World Title Tournament, and only seven got through to the next round. Maelstrom has done nothing to earn his spot, and there's nothing that can justify his presence in this tournament. Not from his contract... and certainly not from "exposure".
What he's done in other federations is entirely irrelevant. He could be the greatest professional wrestler in the world, for all I care... that doesn't give him the right to step in out of nowhere and accept these benefits. It's a big slap in the face to many of Empire Pro's newer talents, and to me as well. For the past two weeks, I busted my ass for Empire Pro. I have done everything in my power to keep the crowds coming back.
Maelstrom does not belong in this tournament. With that said, it's my duty to defeat him, and force him to walk the long road without any free rides, like I'm doing right now. For the sanctity and respect of everybody involved in making Empire Pro a great federation, I MUST beat Maelstrom...
And while he says he can back up his words, I've already PROVEN that I can back up my own. Once again, we see a difference between saying the truth and showing the truth. And I... I do nothing but show the world what I want them to see.
(A slight grin crosses the face of the man who may very well be Empire Pro's first World Champion.)
Rocko Daymon
Now I know... one might say that it's not quite Maelstrom's fault, but more of Paul Freeman's. And it's true, that Freeman was the guy who made the call to put Maelstrom in this match.
As it was, I talked to Paul on the phone the other day, and we discussed this issue for a while. I told him that it didn't matter much to me, although it seemed to be kind of unfair to the other talents, and especially the fans. Paul regretted not sticking up for the fed... by putting Maelstrom on my hands, instead of his own. He said he would have taken that match to proetect the standards and ethics of Empire Pro, but he realized something. And you know what that was?
He knew I could handle Maelstrom... that I could beat him in the ring. And that's why he opted not to put himself into a situation that could have presented phyiscal harm. Defending this federation has become MY duty, and I'd really hate to disappoint Mr. Freeman on his expectations... and those of the fans.
That conversation over the phone reassured me... cause Freeman knows both of the men involved in this match. And when he says that he knows I can beat Maelstrom, then I know, beyond a doubt, that if I put everything into this match, I can move on to round three. That's just what I intend to do.
(He looks up, off camera. Someone walks into the frame. The female figure in her own long black winter coat is Caitlyn Daymon, bringing with her a manilla folder. Rocko smiles as she approaches, and the camera pulls back slightly so she may fit into the frame. She takes a seat as her husband greets her.)
Rocko Daymon
You're early.
Caitlyn Daymon
Wasn't much for me to find.
Rocko Daymon
That's okay. Give me what you got...
(She opens the folder, reading off of the top piece of paper of the stack.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Maelstrom... real name, unknown, and aged to be somewhere in his 30's. He's from a place called Pandora Island.
Rocko Daymon
That must explain the accent... go on.
Caitlyn Daymon
...he's six feet nine inches tall, weighs in at 295 pounds.
(With that, she looks up, saying no more.)
Rocko Daymon
...and that's it?
Caitlyn Daymon
Yeah... NWL didn't have much to offer, and I could get ahold of anybody involved with GLCW.
Rocko Daymon
Rated as the number one wrestler by FWI Magazine, and we can't find a damn thing on him...
Caitlyn Daymon
Yeah, but while FWI Magazine puts Maelstrom at one, they rank Kendall Codine at 250.
(Rocko smiles to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
I guess that proves that FWI Magazine isn't quite the most reliable source in professional wrestling entertainment...
Caitlyn Daymon
I guess not. I'm sorry I couldn't find anything else...
Rocko Daymon
Well... it probably doesn't matter at this point...
(He takes in a sip of his drink.)
Rocko Daymon
We'll learn all we need to know as the week moves on. But I appreciate the effort... thank you.
Caitlyn Daymon
Your welcome...
(Rocko turns to the camera again.)
Rocko Daymon
Maelstrom... with much pleasure, I introduce you to Caitlyn Daymon... my manager, and wife.
(She smiles, then picks up a menu and looks it over.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, Mael... we're going to get to dinner, so I'll leave you the rest of the night to think some things over. But I hope you realize your days of getting the royalty treatment are numbered. The simple fact is that when you come to Empire Pro, you have to earn your status. I earned my spot to be in the second round, but you have done nothing more than run your mouth. I'll do everything in my power to throw you out of this tournament, leaving it to those who have been working hard from the very beginning.
Prepare yourself for your deserved welcoming to Empire Pro, Rocko Daymon style.
(Daymon looks back and calls for the waiter. As the two order, we fade to black, hints of electrical Pittsburg fading last.)
SCENE ENDS
(Fade in. No flashy, interwoven footage from the past event. No scrolling words. Just a simple fade into the night air of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. We are on the second-floor terrace of a building which looks over a scenic view of the city below. A few tables and chairs in the frame indicate that the location must be a restaurant. With the sun set, the town is illuminated in electrical splendor, as street lights flanking the streets send a glow into the black sky above.)
(Track right. A new light comes into view, this time coming from a candle set as the mantlepiece of one such dining table set near the rail of the terrace. Seated in one of the two chairs with this table is Rocko Daymon. He sits without a dish in front of him on the table, legs crossed, seeming to entertain himself with a paperback. Aldous Huxley's "Doors of Perception", if you're curious. Once again, he's clad in his long black coat, this time dressed in more formal evening attire. He looks apt to be doing the town.)
(Without even looking up, he speaks.)
Rocko Daymon
You're late.
(He closes the book and sets it aside, still not bothering to look straight into the lens.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm usually very lenient when it comes to time, but I want to get this finished before I eat.
(He clears his throat, readjusting his posture in the chair, and finally looks into the camera. We get a slow zoom in so he can fill more of the frame.)
Rocko Daymon
If there's anything I have learned today, it's that Maelstrom is a prompt individual. Not that I mind. I was initially worried that he would be no different from the myriad of ego-centric wannabes I've swept through in my extensive career, after hearing his "rebuttal".
But Maelstrom... he's different. Not in talent, or speech... or even what he calls "exposure". He's just the kind of guy who is really quick to come out and say his piece. And in some ways, I admire that. He just comes out and delivers the point...
The problem is, there's delivery... but no POINT.
(He shrugs, looking to the table where he spots his glass, and takes a quick sip to put a pause in the momentum.)
Rocko Daymon
Maelstrom has proven weaker than I expected. I came to this assumption the moment he opened his mouth and uttered the word "contract". When a professional wrestler hides his duty to the fans and to himself behind a flimsy piece of paper, to me it's nothing different from selling out. Maelstrom appears to be nothing more than a contract wrestler...
And that's really sad... because when the number of zeroes on your paycheck becomes more important to the number of people you draw into the seats, you've pretty much forgotten what it means to be a professional wrestler. It was never about winning matches and proving yourself as the best ever. It's about a love for the ring... and the thrill of competition.
But when you become so "important", like Maelstrom, that everything you do is bound by a legal document, you essentially sell your soul to the corporations.
When I came to Empire Pro, I didn't see a need for "negotiations". They offered a price and a time, and after carefully reading everything through, I accepted. I may not be making serious coin, but I'm satisfied knowing that I epitomize a righteous professional wrestler. I'm Paul Freeman's dream come true... an employee who is more eager to get into the ring and show his crap before he bogs down his time meeting with lawyers and representatives to work out what I can and can't do, and how much they'll pay me for it.
(Quickly takes another sip.)
Rocko Daymon
The point is... some of the finest professional wrestlers in the industry worked hard to get by the first round of Empire Pro's World Title Tournament, and only seven got through to the next round. Maelstrom has done nothing to earn his spot, and there's nothing that can justify his presence in this tournament. Not from his contract... and certainly not from "exposure".
What he's done in other federations is entirely irrelevant. He could be the greatest professional wrestler in the world, for all I care... that doesn't give him the right to step in out of nowhere and accept these benefits. It's a big slap in the face to many of Empire Pro's newer talents, and to me as well. For the past two weeks, I busted my ass for Empire Pro. I have done everything in my power to keep the crowds coming back.
Maelstrom does not belong in this tournament. With that said, it's my duty to defeat him, and force him to walk the long road without any free rides, like I'm doing right now. For the sanctity and respect of everybody involved in making Empire Pro a great federation, I MUST beat Maelstrom...
And while he says he can back up his words, I've already PROVEN that I can back up my own. Once again, we see a difference between saying the truth and showing the truth. And I... I do nothing but show the world what I want them to see.
(A slight grin crosses the face of the man who may very well be Empire Pro's first World Champion.)
Rocko Daymon
Now I know... one might say that it's not quite Maelstrom's fault, but more of Paul Freeman's. And it's true, that Freeman was the guy who made the call to put Maelstrom in this match.
As it was, I talked to Paul on the phone the other day, and we discussed this issue for a while. I told him that it didn't matter much to me, although it seemed to be kind of unfair to the other talents, and especially the fans. Paul regretted not sticking up for the fed... by putting Maelstrom on my hands, instead of his own. He said he would have taken that match to proetect the standards and ethics of Empire Pro, but he realized something. And you know what that was?
He knew I could handle Maelstrom... that I could beat him in the ring. And that's why he opted not to put himself into a situation that could have presented phyiscal harm. Defending this federation has become MY duty, and I'd really hate to disappoint Mr. Freeman on his expectations... and those of the fans.
That conversation over the phone reassured me... cause Freeman knows both of the men involved in this match. And when he says that he knows I can beat Maelstrom, then I know, beyond a doubt, that if I put everything into this match, I can move on to round three. That's just what I intend to do.
(He looks up, off camera. Someone walks into the frame. The female figure in her own long black winter coat is Caitlyn Daymon, bringing with her a manilla folder. Rocko smiles as she approaches, and the camera pulls back slightly so she may fit into the frame. She takes a seat as her husband greets her.)
Rocko Daymon
You're early.
Caitlyn Daymon
Wasn't much for me to find.
Rocko Daymon
That's okay. Give me what you got...
(She opens the folder, reading off of the top piece of paper of the stack.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Maelstrom... real name, unknown, and aged to be somewhere in his 30's. He's from a place called Pandora Island.
Rocko Daymon
That must explain the accent... go on.
Caitlyn Daymon
...he's six feet nine inches tall, weighs in at 295 pounds.
(With that, she looks up, saying no more.)
Rocko Daymon
...and that's it?
Caitlyn Daymon
Yeah... NWL didn't have much to offer, and I could get ahold of anybody involved with GLCW.
Rocko Daymon
Rated as the number one wrestler by FWI Magazine, and we can't find a damn thing on him...
Caitlyn Daymon
Yeah, but while FWI Magazine puts Maelstrom at one, they rank Kendall Codine at 250.
(Rocko smiles to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
I guess that proves that FWI Magazine isn't quite the most reliable source in professional wrestling entertainment...
Caitlyn Daymon
I guess not. I'm sorry I couldn't find anything else...
Rocko Daymon
Well... it probably doesn't matter at this point...
(He takes in a sip of his drink.)
Rocko Daymon
We'll learn all we need to know as the week moves on. But I appreciate the effort... thank you.
Caitlyn Daymon
Your welcome...
(Rocko turns to the camera again.)
Rocko Daymon
Maelstrom... with much pleasure, I introduce you to Caitlyn Daymon... my manager, and wife.
(She smiles, then picks up a menu and looks it over.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, Mael... we're going to get to dinner, so I'll leave you the rest of the night to think some things over. But I hope you realize your days of getting the royalty treatment are numbered. The simple fact is that when you come to Empire Pro, you have to earn your status. I earned my spot to be in the second round, but you have done nothing more than run your mouth. I'll do everything in my power to throw you out of this tournament, leaving it to those who have been working hard from the very beginning.
Prepare yourself for your deserved welcoming to Empire Pro, Rocko Daymon style.
(Daymon looks back and calls for the waiter. As the two order, we fade to black, hints of electrical Pittsburg fading last.)
SCENE ENDS
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FADE IN:..... to an Empire Pro stage setup where we see tables and chairs on a make-shift building terrace. That view is temporarily blocked as two men, apparently Empire Pro stage crew, roll a giant cloth background of a scenic city view past us. When that background rolls clear, we find a figure sitting in one of the chairs on the make-shift terrace. His face is obscured by a book he's reading, Aldous Huxley's "Doors of Perception" to be precise. Pages are heard turning as he mumbles inaudibly to himself. After a few moments he lowers the book and reveals to us what we pretty much assumed by now as we find ourselves trading glares with the man known simply as........)
MAELSTROM: Ya know Daymon, for someone who supposedly doesn't care too much about my red carpet treatment..... you certainly seem to exhaust a lot of air time whining about it..... YET AGAIN! (sighs) And here I was thinking you actually read the writing on the wall...... read between the lines of crap that Freeman fed ya..... (shakes head in a very animated manner). Are you for real Daymon? Do you even have a clue? But a better question is what gives YOU the right to preach to me about contracts and selling out? You admittedly don't know a damn thing about me yet here you are fronting as if you do. (begins to smile) I gotta tell you though, I did notice your voice tremble a bit with a hint of envy when you spoke of selling out and such..... could it be that maybe you're just a little bit jealous that YOU weren't in the position I was? Sought after by nearly every league on the circuit? Does it threaten you? Make you insecure? And while it was pretty typical of you not to acknowledge my FWI rankings accomplishments, even to question their validity.... I fully understand, I mean between your denial and jealousy, you just can't help yourself. See, the problem with self-righteous posers like you Daymon is that nobody's buying your brand of hypocrisy anymore!
(narrows his eyes as he regards the camera for a brief moment)
MAELSTROM: I don't pretend to be in this sport for the simple joy or love for it...... and unlike you, I've never been one to.....
(pauses as he raises his fingers and begins the quote signs)
MAELSTROM:..... "brown-nose with the bosses"! Fact is, MY very first promo here in Empire I went on record stating that I was gonna exact a bit of revenge in my own time from those two SONS OF B!TCHES, Freeman and Ryan for trying to play me! But you! YOU Daymon, even after finding out that FREEMAN was the one who sold YOU out...... you decide to publicly kiss his A$$ by not only saying you understand why he SCREWED you over, but that it's your DUTY to defend this federation...... GIVE ME A F(BLEEP)ING BREAK WILL YA?!
(raises an eyebrow and feigns an incredulous look)
MAELSTROM: And you have the nerve to call ME a sellout? If being upfront with my views and not kissing a$$ is considered being a sellout, then YES, I suppose I am. Just don't try and insult my intelligence with this facade of yours that it's NOT about the money because this sport is a BUSINESS..... BIG BUSINESS! We're all here to fill those seats with A$$es.... A$$es that in turn generate revenue for this industry! Do you seriously think that Empire Pro, or any other federation hires you or any other wrestler for the simple LOVE of the sport? HELL NO!! They go after the biggest fish they can find so they can reel in the BIG CROWDS that spend the BIG BUCKS! But I'm curious Daymon, if it's simply about the love of the sport for you, then WHY are you so obsessed with capturing this world title eh? A title which I'd like to add, will boost your net worth as a wrestler where ever you go.
(begins chuckling to himself)
MAELSTROM: But despite all your rhetoric, you ARE right about one thing.... you ARE Paul Freeman's dream.... though not quite the dream you LIKE to believe it to be.... more like his WET Dream! As far as I'm concerned, you, Paul Freeman, Dan Ryan and everyone else here can all kiss my A$$! Ya see Daymon, I'm NOT here to appease management..... I'm NOT here to cater to the fans.... and I'm certainly NOT here to please you or any of the other wrestlers here! You think my "red carpet" treatment is a slap in the face to you and every other wrestler here?
(grins cynically)
MAELSTROM: Well then, consider you, Paul, Ryan and everyone else here SLAPPED IN THE FACE BY ME! Ya see Daymon, I don't give a damn about what you or anyone else here thinks about me! I'm here to please only one person and that person is ME! Understand?! Unlike you, at least I tell things the way they ARE and not the way YOU want them perceived! Yeah, I may be arrogant.... and I may be obnoxious.... but I'm also one other thing you're not....... A REAL MAN! Of course you don't have to take my word for it....... just ask Caitlyn.
(smirks as he stands and begins walking off the set, after a few steps, he stops in mid stride, turns toward the cameras and says.....)
MAELSTROM: Oh I almost forgot, tell Caitlyn that she left some of her research material behind after she "CAME"......(strategic pause) ......over that is. You know, when she wanted to find out MORE about ME for YOU? But I do believe she neglected to tell you about one of my BIGGEST stats.......
(Maelstrom gives a lecheous wink while pulling something out of his jeans pocket and tossing it on the table before leaving..... the cameras view immediately zooms in, giving us a view of a pair of red silk panties right before we ..... FADE OUT.....)
FADE IN:..... to an Empire Pro stage setup where we see tables and chairs on a make-shift building terrace. That view is temporarily blocked as two men, apparently Empire Pro stage crew, roll a giant cloth background of a scenic city view past us. When that background rolls clear, we find a figure sitting in one of the chairs on the make-shift terrace. His face is obscured by a book he's reading, Aldous Huxley's "Doors of Perception" to be precise. Pages are heard turning as he mumbles inaudibly to himself. After a few moments he lowers the book and reveals to us what we pretty much assumed by now as we find ourselves trading glares with the man known simply as........)
MAELSTROM: Ya know Daymon, for someone who supposedly doesn't care too much about my red carpet treatment..... you certainly seem to exhaust a lot of air time whining about it..... YET AGAIN! (sighs) And here I was thinking you actually read the writing on the wall...... read between the lines of crap that Freeman fed ya..... (shakes head in a very animated manner). Are you for real Daymon? Do you even have a clue? But a better question is what gives YOU the right to preach to me about contracts and selling out? You admittedly don't know a damn thing about me yet here you are fronting as if you do. (begins to smile) I gotta tell you though, I did notice your voice tremble a bit with a hint of envy when you spoke of selling out and such..... could it be that maybe you're just a little bit jealous that YOU weren't in the position I was? Sought after by nearly every league on the circuit? Does it threaten you? Make you insecure? And while it was pretty typical of you not to acknowledge my FWI rankings accomplishments, even to question their validity.... I fully understand, I mean between your denial and jealousy, you just can't help yourself. See, the problem with self-righteous posers like you Daymon is that nobody's buying your brand of hypocrisy anymore!
(narrows his eyes as he regards the camera for a brief moment)
MAELSTROM: I don't pretend to be in this sport for the simple joy or love for it...... and unlike you, I've never been one to.....
(pauses as he raises his fingers and begins the quote signs)
MAELSTROM:..... "brown-nose with the bosses"! Fact is, MY very first promo here in Empire I went on record stating that I was gonna exact a bit of revenge in my own time from those two SONS OF B!TCHES, Freeman and Ryan for trying to play me! But you! YOU Daymon, even after finding out that FREEMAN was the one who sold YOU out...... you decide to publicly kiss his A$$ by not only saying you understand why he SCREWED you over, but that it's your DUTY to defend this federation...... GIVE ME A F(BLEEP)ING BREAK WILL YA?!
(raises an eyebrow and feigns an incredulous look)
MAELSTROM: And you have the nerve to call ME a sellout? If being upfront with my views and not kissing a$$ is considered being a sellout, then YES, I suppose I am. Just don't try and insult my intelligence with this facade of yours that it's NOT about the money because this sport is a BUSINESS..... BIG BUSINESS! We're all here to fill those seats with A$$es.... A$$es that in turn generate revenue for this industry! Do you seriously think that Empire Pro, or any other federation hires you or any other wrestler for the simple LOVE of the sport? HELL NO!! They go after the biggest fish they can find so they can reel in the BIG CROWDS that spend the BIG BUCKS! But I'm curious Daymon, if it's simply about the love of the sport for you, then WHY are you so obsessed with capturing this world title eh? A title which I'd like to add, will boost your net worth as a wrestler where ever you go.
(begins chuckling to himself)
MAELSTROM: But despite all your rhetoric, you ARE right about one thing.... you ARE Paul Freeman's dream.... though not quite the dream you LIKE to believe it to be.... more like his WET Dream! As far as I'm concerned, you, Paul Freeman, Dan Ryan and everyone else here can all kiss my A$$! Ya see Daymon, I'm NOT here to appease management..... I'm NOT here to cater to the fans.... and I'm certainly NOT here to please you or any of the other wrestlers here! You think my "red carpet" treatment is a slap in the face to you and every other wrestler here?
(grins cynically)
MAELSTROM: Well then, consider you, Paul, Ryan and everyone else here SLAPPED IN THE FACE BY ME! Ya see Daymon, I don't give a damn about what you or anyone else here thinks about me! I'm here to please only one person and that person is ME! Understand?! Unlike you, at least I tell things the way they ARE and not the way YOU want them perceived! Yeah, I may be arrogant.... and I may be obnoxious.... but I'm also one other thing you're not....... A REAL MAN! Of course you don't have to take my word for it....... just ask Caitlyn.
(smirks as he stands and begins walking off the set, after a few steps, he stops in mid stride, turns toward the cameras and says.....)
MAELSTROM: Oh I almost forgot, tell Caitlyn that she left some of her research material behind after she "CAME"......(strategic pause) ......over that is. You know, when she wanted to find out MORE about ME for YOU? But I do believe she neglected to tell you about one of my BIGGEST stats.......
(Maelstrom gives a lecheous wink while pulling something out of his jeans pocket and tossing it on the table before leaving..... the cameras view immediately zooms in, giving us a view of a pair of red silk panties right before we ..... FADE OUT.....)
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SCENE BEGINS
(And isn't it a good day to have a scene?)
(Saturday morning in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the site of a glorious event not long ago, where one man openly proved to the entire world that he could back up his words with his ability. And on this day, we look in on the man and his actions.)
(We're at a Greyhound Bus Station. Through the windows of the lobby, one can see the sleek silver vessel that will soon hold a host of travellers and comfortably carry them to their destination. The marquee reads: "PHILADELPHIA." But we're not focused about what's out there, in the morning sun over Pennsylvania.)
(Rather, we're more interested in the two at the desk. One man, one woman, with a proximity that could only infer that they are close in a romantic way. They turn around, revealing their faces to the camera. And lo and behold, we are NOT looking at Rochester Vincent and Caitlyn Daymon, but a pair of strangers, who favor the camera a momentary curious glance, then gaze off. They seem to be waiting. Then, there is child-like laughter. Not exactly giddy or joyful... more of that screeching, annoying, leech-like wail of a little bastard who is purposefully trying to get on your nerves.)
(The face of the woman shoots off to the left, where, amidst an arrangement of black leather sofas, a boy of no more than three entertains himself by running circles around the coffee table while flapping copies of People and National Geographic over his head. He is making quite a ruckus. Quickly, the woman, presumably the mother, intervenes, grabbing the child by his right hand and scolding him in a vehement voice. It proves to be no use, as the child does not switch out of his hyperactive mode.)
(We break from this scene, panning right, until we get the view of the nearby set of black leather seats, where Rocko Daymon sits alone with his legs crossed, admiring this scene. Then he looks up to the camera with a smile.)
Rocko Daymon
And to think I have to put up with that kid the entire way to Philadelphia. It's going to be a hell of an annoying trip. Knowing those parents, that kid will spend every mile running up and down the aisle making every person's ride a miserable experience...
But hey, I know the joys of having a kid all too well... so I can put up with it.
(He smirks.)
Rocko Daymon
I just find it funny... watch this.
(The camera pans back to the scene, where the mother, impatient, has removed the magazines from the child's hands and pulled him back in line to the counter, with the father watching idly. The child, now deprived of his only entertainment in this drab little room, whines with selfish remorse. You could compare it to nails on a chalkboard.)
Rocko Daymon
Sound like anybody we know?
(Camera moves back on Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon
Let me refresh your memory...
(Quick cut to Maelstrom, sitting on a stool.)
Maelstrom
...t's NOT about the money because this sport is a BUSINESS..... BIG BUSINESS!
(Cut to Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon
Whoa...
(Back to Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
I'm also one other thing you're not....... A REAL MAN!
(Back to Rocko, reeling back with mock regard, as if someone had just exploded into screams in the middle of a quiet conversation.)
Rocko Daymon
Hey now, wait...
(To Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
I was gonna exact a bit of revenge in my own time from those two SONS OF B!TCHES, Freeman and Ryan for trying to play me!
(To Daymon, reeling back again.)
Rocko Daymon
Look, would you--
(Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
As far as I'm concerned, you, Paul Freeman, Dan Ryan and everyone else here can all kiss my A$$!
(Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon
Would you just--
(Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
SLAPPED IN THE FACE BY ME!
Daymon
Yeah, but--
Maelstrom
HELL NO!!
Daymon
Now wait a--
Maelstrom
GIVE ME A F*CKING BREAK WILL YA?!
(A final cut back to Daymon, who reels back with his hands held up defensively, and a smile of mockery over his face.)
Rocko Daymon
Whoa, whoa, whoa... easy there, lil' pardner!
(He lowers his hands.)
Rocko Daymon
Heh... obviously, after seeing that LAST promo, Maelstrom has a little problem with staying up past his bed time! Perhaps he needs to find his blankie and take a nap... not forgetting to keep the night light burning.
I honestly wonder if this guy sucks his own thumb...
I really wouldn't be surprised if he did.
If you ask me, he needs a good ass-whoopin' to get set straight. I think I'm qualified for the task, as do others.
(He smirks, shaking his head again.)
Rocko Daymon
I got to thinking, again... about all the hype and... "exposure" that surrounds Maelstrom. And after I watched that last promo, I had to ask myself... is this the SAME Maelstrom? That great guy everybody talks about? He, who hasn't lost in over a hundred matches? The LEGENDARY Pandoran known as Maelstrom?
Cause by that temper tantrum I just saw, I think he holds more in common with that kid over there. The only difference is, that kid is acting his age... Maelstrom is a grown man, presumably in his 30's, SCREAMING on air. And I'm supposed to think of this guy as a legend? It's astonishing that he wasn't wearing diapers the last time he made an appearance!
(He shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
Maybe that machismo bullsh*t worked for him in GLCW, and maybe now in NWL... but he's in Empire Pro now... MY federation. I've put up with the same sh*t for over five years, and time and time again, I have proven to the entire world that it fails to intimidate me.
I'm a man who speaks through his fists... not through boasts and one-liners. And if you look back on my performance, you would see beyond a doubt that when I speak, I overpower the other voice, which doesn't amount to more than a whisper when it comes time to step into the ring.
(Another smirk. He leans back, clasping his hands behind his head and crossing his legs.)
Rocko Daymon
It's pretty obvious, Maelstrom, that you're turning all of this into a pissing match. As I told one unlucky fellow who was beaten by my wrath, professional wrestling is not a contest to prove who has the biggest swingin' d*ck in professional wrestling. It's about one man delivering... and making the score. It's about what goes down in that ring, and who wrestles better than the other during that one situation.
Here you're... making mockery of my promo, by opening up on the terrace of a restaurant, reading a copy of one of my favorite books--one you would hardly understand, mind you; no surprise there. I assume you use your sense of humor to cope with what must be the impending feeling of dread, as you know of the grave disappointment that awaits you at Aggression. Exactly, what kind of an IDIOT are you to go that far out of your way? It didn't even amount to a point... you just seemed to throw it in there because you had time to kill.
I can almost picture it in my head... three in the morning in the studio, you standing up on a scaffold with a megaphone, barking orders down on a dozen or so exhausted and peevish carpenters and set designers, acting as a real despot to get your look-alike set built and ready to go. All that time, money, and effort wasted... thrown together for what seemed like no purpose.
Just another bit of evidence that tells me you have sold-out in the professional wrestling world.
And I DON'T need to know him personally to come to that conclusion. It's obvious, just through everything he says and does.
(He shakes his head in dismay.)
Rocko Daymon
When you throw your money around like that... money given to you by the federation that expects you to draw in a crowd, you show blatant disrespect to everything professional wrestling is. And I could care less how good of a wrestler you are and who you've beaten... as an athlete, you are a piece of sh*t the second you become a corporate money-laden pig.
And you like to defend yourself, saying professional wrestling is a business. Of course it's a business... when did I ever say it was not? But let's break it down, shall we? It's our job to put butts in the seats. We bring 'em in, they buy tickets, federation gets money, gives it back to us to reel in more viewers. It's a simple cycle.
Ask yourself something, Maelstrom... why is it that I was booked in the main event last week? Why is it that I'm booked in the main event... THIS week? Simply put, because I draw in an audience. People like the underdog like Rocko Daymon, making his glorious comeback to professional wrestling. The federation throws me into the spotlight, knowing I can milk the fans for every penny possible. And yes, you have drawn in an audience as well... who could forget that "exposure" that looms about you?
So you put Rocko Daymon against Maelstrom... and of course everybody's going to watch. And say I beat you... and it brings in even more fans. Why? Because, of course, Rocko Daymon has defied the odds! He's proven himself again, this time doing the one thing that many people cannot: pinning Maelstrom on the mat. Suddenly, here's a guy who has beaten a legend, and is prepared to claim Empire Pro's World Title for himself! Hell, let's say I even go on to win the title! More tickets sold... more people tuning in.
With that said, I am certainly the definition of a businessman. But do I accomplish all that with the help of a big, long contract, or a lawyer, or miles of red tape? No. I understand that your productivity depends on your effort... not by the weight of your paycheck.
If every professional wrestler wanted money, they would have never bothered coming into the industry. They all would have went to college. But as it is, everybody has a love for the ring... to be fighting, and conquering. It's that sort of passion which has brought us into wrestling. I assume you had that sort of feeling once...
But it's obvious that your nearly unstoppable success has blinded you from what really matters. Now your eyes are green, and instead of seeing ringposts, you see dollar signs.
(Pauses for a beat, and leans forward.)
Rocko Daymon
I know you don't care about what I think about you, Maelstrom...
But if you think I'm going to let a sell-out like YOU win this title, then you're dead wrong. I'd rather die before I see it happen.
(He falls back into his seat, eyes looking up at the ceiling.)
Rocko Daymon
It's almost preposterous to think that I would be jealous of you. Yes, you have exposure and reputation... but I can only imagine the number of toes you stepped on and the myriad of backs you stabbed to get there. You make excuses by referring to a contract, and waste money on irrelevent sets. I'm supposed to be jealous of THAT?
You accuse me of kissing Freeman's ass. Guess what, Mael... Freeman called ME, to explain on HIS behalf. In fact, I would say that Freeman was sucking up to ME! And you know why? First and foremost... I'm his cash crop; the golden boy who brings in the crowds. No contracts... just pure talent, selling tickets; as I said before, his dream come true. Second, because he KNOWS I can beat you. If I were to simply say no to this bullsh*t red-carpet treatment you're getting and chose not to participate in this match, it would spell disaster for the federation. A total stranger, stepping in and turning this place into his own personal playground. However, Paul Freeman put two and two together. He compared my motivation, my determination, and my talent against yours... and saw that I could beat you.
In a way, I am Empire Pro's own Jesus Christ. There is absolutely no reason why anybody as important as me should be "sucking up" to the executive.
And you speak of denial. Denial of what? What truth am I avoiding, Maelstrom? Cause the way I look at it, everything is laid out on the table, clearly labelled for all to see. I bust my ass to beat Adam Benjamin, and because Dan Ryan is too much of a chicken sh*t to fight, YOU get a free ride. But this is not the kind of federation where exposure gets you far... from day one, Empire Pro was all about giving everything and working your way up the ladder. I've done that, but you haven't...
"Exposure" isn't an excuse, nor is a contract. Plain and simple, you do not belong in this tournament. At Aggression, you WILL be beaten, sent back to the bottom, where you can work on your OWN time. It's not so much a sense of duty to the standards of Empire Pro... but also to myself, and to the other guys who have been in this tournament since round one. You haven't done your time in Empire Pro, Maelstrom, and for that reason, I CANNOT let you go any further.
(Confident nod.)
Rocko Daymon
Can you feel that, Mael? Confidence... motivation... not to mention the fact that I'm a complete stranger to you, and you have no idea what to expect when you step in the ring against me. No bullsh*t... no mind games... just a single focused goal to put you down on the mat.
And I have every reason to believe I can pull it off. Not by perception, Maelstrom... by simple facts that I've been showing the world over the past couple weeks. But you have done nothing but talk. You have shown nothing. Your own hypocrisy is apparent when you see the simple facts distorted and out of place. You fail to see that you yourself have an altered perception of the world... all your self-righteous bigotry and pompous oral diarrhea.
It's all about moments, Maelstrom... like you said yourself. And in one long, ongoing moment at Aggression, your world will come crashing down around you. I will take you outside of the vanity shell you live in, to the cruel truths of reality...
And that, as they say...
(He smirks.)
Rocko Daymon
...is simply the way it is.
(He looks over his shoulder. Pan left, where Caitlyn Daymon stands holding a pair of tickets. Rocko nods and comes to his feet, grabbing his bags and heading with his wife and manager to the door. He holds it open for her to walk out, and the camera follows. The approach the bus, and Caitlyn boards first. Rocko turns back to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
And by the way, Maelstrom...
Because of your blatantly disrespectful words in reference to my wife, I will see to it that when you and I step into the ring...
I will collect your f*cking balls.
See you in Phili.
(With a nod, Rocko turns and boards the bus.)
SCENE ENDS
(And isn't it a good day to have a scene?)
(Saturday morning in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the site of a glorious event not long ago, where one man openly proved to the entire world that he could back up his words with his ability. And on this day, we look in on the man and his actions.)
(We're at a Greyhound Bus Station. Through the windows of the lobby, one can see the sleek silver vessel that will soon hold a host of travellers and comfortably carry them to their destination. The marquee reads: "PHILADELPHIA." But we're not focused about what's out there, in the morning sun over Pennsylvania.)
(Rather, we're more interested in the two at the desk. One man, one woman, with a proximity that could only infer that they are close in a romantic way. They turn around, revealing their faces to the camera. And lo and behold, we are NOT looking at Rochester Vincent and Caitlyn Daymon, but a pair of strangers, who favor the camera a momentary curious glance, then gaze off. They seem to be waiting. Then, there is child-like laughter. Not exactly giddy or joyful... more of that screeching, annoying, leech-like wail of a little bastard who is purposefully trying to get on your nerves.)
(The face of the woman shoots off to the left, where, amidst an arrangement of black leather sofas, a boy of no more than three entertains himself by running circles around the coffee table while flapping copies of People and National Geographic over his head. He is making quite a ruckus. Quickly, the woman, presumably the mother, intervenes, grabbing the child by his right hand and scolding him in a vehement voice. It proves to be no use, as the child does not switch out of his hyperactive mode.)
(We break from this scene, panning right, until we get the view of the nearby set of black leather seats, where Rocko Daymon sits alone with his legs crossed, admiring this scene. Then he looks up to the camera with a smile.)
Rocko Daymon
And to think I have to put up with that kid the entire way to Philadelphia. It's going to be a hell of an annoying trip. Knowing those parents, that kid will spend every mile running up and down the aisle making every person's ride a miserable experience...
But hey, I know the joys of having a kid all too well... so I can put up with it.
(He smirks.)
Rocko Daymon
I just find it funny... watch this.
(The camera pans back to the scene, where the mother, impatient, has removed the magazines from the child's hands and pulled him back in line to the counter, with the father watching idly. The child, now deprived of his only entertainment in this drab little room, whines with selfish remorse. You could compare it to nails on a chalkboard.)
Rocko Daymon
Sound like anybody we know?
(Camera moves back on Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon
Let me refresh your memory...
(Quick cut to Maelstrom, sitting on a stool.)
Maelstrom
...t's NOT about the money because this sport is a BUSINESS..... BIG BUSINESS!
(Cut to Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon
Whoa...
(Back to Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
I'm also one other thing you're not....... A REAL MAN!
(Back to Rocko, reeling back with mock regard, as if someone had just exploded into screams in the middle of a quiet conversation.)
Rocko Daymon
Hey now, wait...
(To Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
I was gonna exact a bit of revenge in my own time from those two SONS OF B!TCHES, Freeman and Ryan for trying to play me!
(To Daymon, reeling back again.)
Rocko Daymon
Look, would you--
(Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
As far as I'm concerned, you, Paul Freeman, Dan Ryan and everyone else here can all kiss my A$$!
(Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon
Would you just--
(Maelstrom.)
Maelstrom
SLAPPED IN THE FACE BY ME!
Daymon
Yeah, but--
Maelstrom
HELL NO!!
Daymon
Now wait a--
Maelstrom
GIVE ME A F*CKING BREAK WILL YA?!
(A final cut back to Daymon, who reels back with his hands held up defensively, and a smile of mockery over his face.)
Rocko Daymon
Whoa, whoa, whoa... easy there, lil' pardner!
(He lowers his hands.)
Rocko Daymon
Heh... obviously, after seeing that LAST promo, Maelstrom has a little problem with staying up past his bed time! Perhaps he needs to find his blankie and take a nap... not forgetting to keep the night light burning.
I honestly wonder if this guy sucks his own thumb...
I really wouldn't be surprised if he did.
If you ask me, he needs a good ass-whoopin' to get set straight. I think I'm qualified for the task, as do others.
(He smirks, shaking his head again.)
Rocko Daymon
I got to thinking, again... about all the hype and... "exposure" that surrounds Maelstrom. And after I watched that last promo, I had to ask myself... is this the SAME Maelstrom? That great guy everybody talks about? He, who hasn't lost in over a hundred matches? The LEGENDARY Pandoran known as Maelstrom?
Cause by that temper tantrum I just saw, I think he holds more in common with that kid over there. The only difference is, that kid is acting his age... Maelstrom is a grown man, presumably in his 30's, SCREAMING on air. And I'm supposed to think of this guy as a legend? It's astonishing that he wasn't wearing diapers the last time he made an appearance!
(He shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
Maybe that machismo bullsh*t worked for him in GLCW, and maybe now in NWL... but he's in Empire Pro now... MY federation. I've put up with the same sh*t for over five years, and time and time again, I have proven to the entire world that it fails to intimidate me.
I'm a man who speaks through his fists... not through boasts and one-liners. And if you look back on my performance, you would see beyond a doubt that when I speak, I overpower the other voice, which doesn't amount to more than a whisper when it comes time to step into the ring.
(Another smirk. He leans back, clasping his hands behind his head and crossing his legs.)
Rocko Daymon
It's pretty obvious, Maelstrom, that you're turning all of this into a pissing match. As I told one unlucky fellow who was beaten by my wrath, professional wrestling is not a contest to prove who has the biggest swingin' d*ck in professional wrestling. It's about one man delivering... and making the score. It's about what goes down in that ring, and who wrestles better than the other during that one situation.
Here you're... making mockery of my promo, by opening up on the terrace of a restaurant, reading a copy of one of my favorite books--one you would hardly understand, mind you; no surprise there. I assume you use your sense of humor to cope with what must be the impending feeling of dread, as you know of the grave disappointment that awaits you at Aggression. Exactly, what kind of an IDIOT are you to go that far out of your way? It didn't even amount to a point... you just seemed to throw it in there because you had time to kill.
I can almost picture it in my head... three in the morning in the studio, you standing up on a scaffold with a megaphone, barking orders down on a dozen or so exhausted and peevish carpenters and set designers, acting as a real despot to get your look-alike set built and ready to go. All that time, money, and effort wasted... thrown together for what seemed like no purpose.
Just another bit of evidence that tells me you have sold-out in the professional wrestling world.
And I DON'T need to know him personally to come to that conclusion. It's obvious, just through everything he says and does.
(He shakes his head in dismay.)
Rocko Daymon
When you throw your money around like that... money given to you by the federation that expects you to draw in a crowd, you show blatant disrespect to everything professional wrestling is. And I could care less how good of a wrestler you are and who you've beaten... as an athlete, you are a piece of sh*t the second you become a corporate money-laden pig.
And you like to defend yourself, saying professional wrestling is a business. Of course it's a business... when did I ever say it was not? But let's break it down, shall we? It's our job to put butts in the seats. We bring 'em in, they buy tickets, federation gets money, gives it back to us to reel in more viewers. It's a simple cycle.
Ask yourself something, Maelstrom... why is it that I was booked in the main event last week? Why is it that I'm booked in the main event... THIS week? Simply put, because I draw in an audience. People like the underdog like Rocko Daymon, making his glorious comeback to professional wrestling. The federation throws me into the spotlight, knowing I can milk the fans for every penny possible. And yes, you have drawn in an audience as well... who could forget that "exposure" that looms about you?
So you put Rocko Daymon against Maelstrom... and of course everybody's going to watch. And say I beat you... and it brings in even more fans. Why? Because, of course, Rocko Daymon has defied the odds! He's proven himself again, this time doing the one thing that many people cannot: pinning Maelstrom on the mat. Suddenly, here's a guy who has beaten a legend, and is prepared to claim Empire Pro's World Title for himself! Hell, let's say I even go on to win the title! More tickets sold... more people tuning in.
With that said, I am certainly the definition of a businessman. But do I accomplish all that with the help of a big, long contract, or a lawyer, or miles of red tape? No. I understand that your productivity depends on your effort... not by the weight of your paycheck.
If every professional wrestler wanted money, they would have never bothered coming into the industry. They all would have went to college. But as it is, everybody has a love for the ring... to be fighting, and conquering. It's that sort of passion which has brought us into wrestling. I assume you had that sort of feeling once...
But it's obvious that your nearly unstoppable success has blinded you from what really matters. Now your eyes are green, and instead of seeing ringposts, you see dollar signs.
(Pauses for a beat, and leans forward.)
Rocko Daymon
I know you don't care about what I think about you, Maelstrom...
But if you think I'm going to let a sell-out like YOU win this title, then you're dead wrong. I'd rather die before I see it happen.
(He falls back into his seat, eyes looking up at the ceiling.)
Rocko Daymon
It's almost preposterous to think that I would be jealous of you. Yes, you have exposure and reputation... but I can only imagine the number of toes you stepped on and the myriad of backs you stabbed to get there. You make excuses by referring to a contract, and waste money on irrelevent sets. I'm supposed to be jealous of THAT?
You accuse me of kissing Freeman's ass. Guess what, Mael... Freeman called ME, to explain on HIS behalf. In fact, I would say that Freeman was sucking up to ME! And you know why? First and foremost... I'm his cash crop; the golden boy who brings in the crowds. No contracts... just pure talent, selling tickets; as I said before, his dream come true. Second, because he KNOWS I can beat you. If I were to simply say no to this bullsh*t red-carpet treatment you're getting and chose not to participate in this match, it would spell disaster for the federation. A total stranger, stepping in and turning this place into his own personal playground. However, Paul Freeman put two and two together. He compared my motivation, my determination, and my talent against yours... and saw that I could beat you.
In a way, I am Empire Pro's own Jesus Christ. There is absolutely no reason why anybody as important as me should be "sucking up" to the executive.
And you speak of denial. Denial of what? What truth am I avoiding, Maelstrom? Cause the way I look at it, everything is laid out on the table, clearly labelled for all to see. I bust my ass to beat Adam Benjamin, and because Dan Ryan is too much of a chicken sh*t to fight, YOU get a free ride. But this is not the kind of federation where exposure gets you far... from day one, Empire Pro was all about giving everything and working your way up the ladder. I've done that, but you haven't...
"Exposure" isn't an excuse, nor is a contract. Plain and simple, you do not belong in this tournament. At Aggression, you WILL be beaten, sent back to the bottom, where you can work on your OWN time. It's not so much a sense of duty to the standards of Empire Pro... but also to myself, and to the other guys who have been in this tournament since round one. You haven't done your time in Empire Pro, Maelstrom, and for that reason, I CANNOT let you go any further.
(Confident nod.)
Rocko Daymon
Can you feel that, Mael? Confidence... motivation... not to mention the fact that I'm a complete stranger to you, and you have no idea what to expect when you step in the ring against me. No bullsh*t... no mind games... just a single focused goal to put you down on the mat.
And I have every reason to believe I can pull it off. Not by perception, Maelstrom... by simple facts that I've been showing the world over the past couple weeks. But you have done nothing but talk. You have shown nothing. Your own hypocrisy is apparent when you see the simple facts distorted and out of place. You fail to see that you yourself have an altered perception of the world... all your self-righteous bigotry and pompous oral diarrhea.
It's all about moments, Maelstrom... like you said yourself. And in one long, ongoing moment at Aggression, your world will come crashing down around you. I will take you outside of the vanity shell you live in, to the cruel truths of reality...
And that, as they say...
(He smirks.)
Rocko Daymon
...is simply the way it is.
(He looks over his shoulder. Pan left, where Caitlyn Daymon stands holding a pair of tickets. Rocko nods and comes to his feet, grabbing his bags and heading with his wife and manager to the door. He holds it open for her to walk out, and the camera follows. The approach the bus, and Caitlyn boards first. Rocko turns back to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
And by the way, Maelstrom...
Because of your blatantly disrespectful words in reference to my wife, I will see to it that when you and I step into the ring...
I will collect your f*cking balls.
See you in Phili.
(With a nod, Rocko turns and boards the bus.)
SCENE ENDS
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Guest
Strictly business....
(FADE TO ...... a booming voice which announces....)
V/O: "THE FOLLOWING IS A PAID PROMOTION FOR THE MAN SIMPLY KNOWN AS MAELSTROM! THE VIEWS EXPRESSED HERE TONIGHT ARE SOLELY THOSE OF MAELSTROM AND DO NOT NECESSARILY REFLECT THE VIEWS OF THE MATTEL CORPORATION, EPW OR ITS AFFILIATES"
(CUTTO.... to a film clip showing an empty stage as the Bugs Bunny "Looney Tunes" theme begins playing in the background..... the curtains part and a spotlight shines on a Maelstrom action figure as he sits on a plastic motorcycle.... to his right, is a Rocko Daymon action figure, wearing a really large top hat to go with his over-sized, rather bulbous head. The words "EPW's Jesus Christ" is written across the face of the top-hat. As the "Looney Tunes" theme begins to fade out we begin to hear the excited voices of the "journalistic" audience..... all Weebles dressed as reporters. The cameras center on the stage as the Weebles begin firing questions....)
WEEBLE #1: MAELSTROM!! MAELSTROM!! You seem to be taking a very calm approach to this match up against your first opponent here in the EPW, Rocko Daymon, a wrestler who I might add claims he's Empire Pro's own Jesus Christ. Do you think he's all talk?
(Camera zooms in on the Maelstrom action figure as the unmistakable voice of Maelstrom is heard....)
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Ya mean the man who uses his wife's make-up to powder his brown nose? Hell, let's hope not. I mean, lets not forget, this here is Paul Freeman's dream..... EPW's only chance at being saved. And this by the way is all true remember.... because DAYMON says it is. After all that self-stroking he's done, it'd be a real let down if the only talent he REALLY possessed came from puckering up for management.
WEEBLE #2: Jesus Christ.... errr, excuse me, I mean Mr. Daymon, how do you feel about going up against someone you yourself have never battled before.... someone who is regarded by some as one of the most feared wrestlers in the wrestling industry, Maelstrom?
(at that moment, we begin to hear a whiney little voice that sounds strikingly similar to Rocko Daymon's, except for the unmistakeable Elmer Fudd quality about it as the cameras zoom in on the Rocko Daymon figure .....)
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
(a recording of manufactured laughter is heard as all the Weeble reporters begin to laugh hysterically.....)
WEEBLE #3: Maelstrom, Rocko Daymon doesn't seem to be lacking for confidence. He recently stated that he'd rather die than see a sell-out like you win the Empire Pro World title. He further added, in a sense guaranteeing that you WILL be beaten at Aggression. What are your thoughts on that?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Well, first off, lets just say that only FOOLS go around guaranteeing things they are not totally within their control. Especially contradictory fools! I mean, Daymon goes rambling out one side of his mouth claiming he WILL beat me, then out the other side of his mouth stating "IF" he beats me? Well Daymon, which one is it 'cuz it certainly can't be both!! And while it's obvious that Daymon is overall, full of S**T, I will give him credit for one thing.... he has flexing with words down to an art-form. It's all a front though...... bottom line is, that Daymons apparent need for self-stroking stems from a need to compensate.
WEEBLE #3: Compensate for what?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: INSECURITY! Usually brought on by feelings of inadequacy....guys like him always boast bravado in an effort to make up for what they lack. In short, they CAN'T and DON'T "measure-up", and hopefully for Caitlyn's sake Daymon, it's just in a "figurative" sense and not "literally", know what I mean?
(Maelstrom pauses as he waits for the manufactured weeble laughter to stop)
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: As for him stating he'd rather die than see me as EPW Champ.... (begins chuckling) I just hope Daymon's "love of the sport" attitude doesn't force Caitlyn to become a street-walker because her man was NOT about the money as he claims.
WEEBLE #4: Rocko, does Maelstrom's mentioning of your wife make this match more personal?
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
(faint chatter is heard as confusion filters through the crowd of Weeble reporters)
WEEBLE #4: No, umm.... Daymon. I don't think you heard me right. What I asked was does Maelstrom's mentioning of your wife in his promos make this match more personal for you?
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!...... heheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA! ..... Hehehe... it's not fair! W-----
(a sharp scratching sound, much like one of those old-time phonograph needles scraping across the face of an LP album is heard as Daymon suddenly stops speaking. The Weeble reporters chatter is even louder now, that is until Maelstrom breaks in.....)
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Umm.... don't mind him guys. He's been stuck in that mode since the day of the announcement on the last Aggression. Seems like every promo he cuts causes a relapse of sorts. Give him time, getting over a trauma like that is a process you know.
WEEBLE #5: Okay, well, umm..... Maelstrom, recently Rocko Daymon has been making derogatory remarks about the way you cut your promos, calling them a waste of money, time and effort. He even went on to say that he will be "collecting your balls" after the match as a result of your comments regarding his wife. Do you wish to comment on that?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Well, first off, I'll address the "collecting of the balls" comment simply by saying I just proved my point about being more of a man than him. Ya see Daymon, I don't swing that way.... just ask Caitlyn. Now regarding this other tripe he's spewing, if my spots were a waste of time, effort and money, then I suppose he'd have to burden the blame as well.
WEEBLE #5: What do you mean?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Your "give" is only as good as your "get".
WEEBLE #5: I still don't follow.
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Well, if you'd stop interrupting me, I'd be more than happy to explain it to you. Now, I really think it's a shame that I'm being forced to carry the burden of ratings for our spots because Daymon lacks anything original to say. I mean, just how many times can I respond to the same old recycled responses of his? Hell, during his second promo, I almost turned the monitor off because I thought it was a re-run of his first promo. So naturally, with such little material to work with on his part, I gotta improvise a bit so the fans watching out there don't fall asleep during his promos, much like I do.
WEEBLE #4: And you think this farce you're pulling off here tonight will raise the ratings?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Who knows, an' more importantly who cares! It's become pretty obvious that he's livin' in a fantasy world..... so I'll humor him.... FOR NOW. When we meet, his fantasy will have to deal with my reality!
(at that point the Rocko Daymon action figure breaks in with his Elmer Fudd-like whine.....)
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
WEEBLE #6: Well, we're going to have to wrap it up as it looks like we're almost out of time, so any of you guys have any last comments you want to make?
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
(at that moment, the film clip freezes on the screen.... seconds later Maelstrom steps in front of it, grinning faintly as he begins to speak......)
MAELSTROM: Fun is fun Daymon, ya had yers with all your fronting and delusions of grandeur..... spewing yer rhetoric..... and I JUST had mine with this spot. (motions toward the still frozen film-clip on the screen behind him) When we meet at Aggression, it's not gonna be about "the love of the sport" like you claim.... it's ALL gonna be ..... STRICTLY BUSINESS......
(Maelstrom's faint smile falters and his eyes narrow before he walks off our field of view. Immediately after, the screen unfreezes and the film clip resumes with the Bugs Bunny "Looney Tunes" theme just as the cameras begin to fade out on the Rocko Daymon and Maelstrom action figures. The fade-out however is interrupted by the same booming voice from before, with the following announcement.....)
"ALL OF THE ACTORS WERE CONSENTING ADULT ACTION FIGURES AND NONE OF THEM HAD A SHELF LIFE OF LESS THAN 18 MONTHS. ALL PROCEEDS FROM THIS FILM WILL GO TO THE ROCKO DAYMON FOUNDATION, FOUNDED BY THE MAN SIMPLY KNOWN AS MAELSTROM, BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT, IT'S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY FOR DAYMON, AND HE NEEDS AS MUCH OF IT AS HE CAN GET!"
(The Porky Pig figure suddenly appears in the middle of the screen and does his trademark, stuttering "....th-th-tha-that's all folks"... FADE OUT...)
(FADE TO ...... a booming voice which announces....)
V/O: "THE FOLLOWING IS A PAID PROMOTION FOR THE MAN SIMPLY KNOWN AS MAELSTROM! THE VIEWS EXPRESSED HERE TONIGHT ARE SOLELY THOSE OF MAELSTROM AND DO NOT NECESSARILY REFLECT THE VIEWS OF THE MATTEL CORPORATION, EPW OR ITS AFFILIATES"
(CUTTO.... to a film clip showing an empty stage as the Bugs Bunny "Looney Tunes" theme begins playing in the background..... the curtains part and a spotlight shines on a Maelstrom action figure as he sits on a plastic motorcycle.... to his right, is a Rocko Daymon action figure, wearing a really large top hat to go with his over-sized, rather bulbous head. The words "EPW's Jesus Christ" is written across the face of the top-hat. As the "Looney Tunes" theme begins to fade out we begin to hear the excited voices of the "journalistic" audience..... all Weebles dressed as reporters. The cameras center on the stage as the Weebles begin firing questions....)
WEEBLE #1: MAELSTROM!! MAELSTROM!! You seem to be taking a very calm approach to this match up against your first opponent here in the EPW, Rocko Daymon, a wrestler who I might add claims he's Empire Pro's own Jesus Christ. Do you think he's all talk?
(Camera zooms in on the Maelstrom action figure as the unmistakable voice of Maelstrom is heard....)
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Ya mean the man who uses his wife's make-up to powder his brown nose? Hell, let's hope not. I mean, lets not forget, this here is Paul Freeman's dream..... EPW's only chance at being saved. And this by the way is all true remember.... because DAYMON says it is. After all that self-stroking he's done, it'd be a real let down if the only talent he REALLY possessed came from puckering up for management.
WEEBLE #2: Jesus Christ.... errr, excuse me, I mean Mr. Daymon, how do you feel about going up against someone you yourself have never battled before.... someone who is regarded by some as one of the most feared wrestlers in the wrestling industry, Maelstrom?
(at that moment, we begin to hear a whiney little voice that sounds strikingly similar to Rocko Daymon's, except for the unmistakeable Elmer Fudd quality about it as the cameras zoom in on the Rocko Daymon figure .....)
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
(a recording of manufactured laughter is heard as all the Weeble reporters begin to laugh hysterically.....)
WEEBLE #3: Maelstrom, Rocko Daymon doesn't seem to be lacking for confidence. He recently stated that he'd rather die than see a sell-out like you win the Empire Pro World title. He further added, in a sense guaranteeing that you WILL be beaten at Aggression. What are your thoughts on that?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Well, first off, lets just say that only FOOLS go around guaranteeing things they are not totally within their control. Especially contradictory fools! I mean, Daymon goes rambling out one side of his mouth claiming he WILL beat me, then out the other side of his mouth stating "IF" he beats me? Well Daymon, which one is it 'cuz it certainly can't be both!! And while it's obvious that Daymon is overall, full of S**T, I will give him credit for one thing.... he has flexing with words down to an art-form. It's all a front though...... bottom line is, that Daymons apparent need for self-stroking stems from a need to compensate.
WEEBLE #3: Compensate for what?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: INSECURITY! Usually brought on by feelings of inadequacy....guys like him always boast bravado in an effort to make up for what they lack. In short, they CAN'T and DON'T "measure-up", and hopefully for Caitlyn's sake Daymon, it's just in a "figurative" sense and not "literally", know what I mean?
(Maelstrom pauses as he waits for the manufactured weeble laughter to stop)
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: As for him stating he'd rather die than see me as EPW Champ.... (begins chuckling) I just hope Daymon's "love of the sport" attitude doesn't force Caitlyn to become a street-walker because her man was NOT about the money as he claims.
WEEBLE #4: Rocko, does Maelstrom's mentioning of your wife make this match more personal?
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
(faint chatter is heard as confusion filters through the crowd of Weeble reporters)
WEEBLE #4: No, umm.... Daymon. I don't think you heard me right. What I asked was does Maelstrom's mentioning of your wife in his promos make this match more personal for you?
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!...... heheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA! ..... Hehehe... it's not fair! W-----
(a sharp scratching sound, much like one of those old-time phonograph needles scraping across the face of an LP album is heard as Daymon suddenly stops speaking. The Weeble reporters chatter is even louder now, that is until Maelstrom breaks in.....)
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Umm.... don't mind him guys. He's been stuck in that mode since the day of the announcement on the last Aggression. Seems like every promo he cuts causes a relapse of sorts. Give him time, getting over a trauma like that is a process you know.
WEEBLE #5: Okay, well, umm..... Maelstrom, recently Rocko Daymon has been making derogatory remarks about the way you cut your promos, calling them a waste of money, time and effort. He even went on to say that he will be "collecting your balls" after the match as a result of your comments regarding his wife. Do you wish to comment on that?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Well, first off, I'll address the "collecting of the balls" comment simply by saying I just proved my point about being more of a man than him. Ya see Daymon, I don't swing that way.... just ask Caitlyn. Now regarding this other tripe he's spewing, if my spots were a waste of time, effort and money, then I suppose he'd have to burden the blame as well.
WEEBLE #5: What do you mean?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Your "give" is only as good as your "get".
WEEBLE #5: I still don't follow.
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Well, if you'd stop interrupting me, I'd be more than happy to explain it to you. Now, I really think it's a shame that I'm being forced to carry the burden of ratings for our spots because Daymon lacks anything original to say. I mean, just how many times can I respond to the same old recycled responses of his? Hell, during his second promo, I almost turned the monitor off because I thought it was a re-run of his first promo. So naturally, with such little material to work with on his part, I gotta improvise a bit so the fans watching out there don't fall asleep during his promos, much like I do.
WEEBLE #4: And you think this farce you're pulling off here tonight will raise the ratings?
MAELSTROM ACTION FIGURE V/O: Who knows, an' more importantly who cares! It's become pretty obvious that he's livin' in a fantasy world..... so I'll humor him.... FOR NOW. When we meet, his fantasy will have to deal with my reality!
(at that point the Rocko Daymon action figure breaks in with his Elmer Fudd-like whine.....)
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
WEEBLE #6: Well, we're going to have to wrap it up as it looks like we're almost out of time, so any of you guys have any last comments you want to make?
ROCKO DAYMON V/O: hehheeheheheh..... it's not fair! Why should I have to fight Maelstrwum.... he didn't ern it wike I did! I am da most wespectable wessler in the EE PEE DUBBYA!
(at that moment, the film clip freezes on the screen.... seconds later Maelstrom steps in front of it, grinning faintly as he begins to speak......)
MAELSTROM: Fun is fun Daymon, ya had yers with all your fronting and delusions of grandeur..... spewing yer rhetoric..... and I JUST had mine with this spot. (motions toward the still frozen film-clip on the screen behind him) When we meet at Aggression, it's not gonna be about "the love of the sport" like you claim.... it's ALL gonna be ..... STRICTLY BUSINESS......
(Maelstrom's faint smile falters and his eyes narrow before he walks off our field of view. Immediately after, the screen unfreezes and the film clip resumes with the Bugs Bunny "Looney Tunes" theme just as the cameras begin to fade out on the Rocko Daymon and Maelstrom action figures. The fade-out however is interrupted by the same booming voice from before, with the following announcement.....)
"ALL OF THE ACTORS WERE CONSENTING ADULT ACTION FIGURES AND NONE OF THEM HAD A SHELF LIFE OF LESS THAN 18 MONTHS. ALL PROCEEDS FROM THIS FILM WILL GO TO THE ROCKO DAYMON FOUNDATION, FOUNDED BY THE MAN SIMPLY KNOWN AS MAELSTROM, BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT, IT'S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY FOR DAYMON, AND HE NEEDS AS MUCH OF IT AS HE CAN GET!"
(The Porky Pig figure suddenly appears in the middle of the screen and does his trademark, stuttering "....th-th-tha-that's all folks"... FADE OUT...)
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SCENE BEGINS
Disintegration.
What we are seeing is complete and utter disintegration of a mind.
Blame it on whatever seems appropriate... denial, humility, ignorance, fear... anything you can conceive. It doesn't change the fact that one overly lauded man is shattering his own image one piece at a time with the moves made by his own will and the words spoken from his own mouth.
A mind, an ego is left completely disintegrated: deformed, warped, crippled, and completely blown away.
And I'm disappointed...
...cause I expected a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING match.
(Fade from black, with Rocko Daymon standing in the streets of Philedelphia, in front of a local gym.)
Rocko Daymon
But beggars can't be choosers. I can't appreciate the fact that everybody I've been up against through this tournament has acted like a complete moron before the actual match, but hey, if that's my road to the World Title, I'll walk every step of the way.
It's going to be interesting to see a lot of expressions change when that strap is handed over to me at Black Dawn.
(He smiles broaded, his face totally even. By his expression, he is totally calm, and has an aura of complete confidence. To him, winning this match must be as managable as driving to the supermarket for groceries.)
Rocko Daymon
You might notice where I am...
(He points a thumb over his shoulder, reminding the viewer that he's outside of a gym.)
Rocko Daymon
So... am I here to cut another "repetitive" promo where I'm in the ring training for this match? Heh, no... my workout session ended this morning. I've pumped iron, ran laps, and sparred in the ring with oversized men with inferior intelligence... all in preperation for moving on to round three. And man, I feel good.
(He leans up against a nearby lightpost, hands in the pockets of his coat, looking down the street, at the skyline.)
Rocko Daymon
You see this?
(The camera turns see what Daymon sees. The sun is setting in the distance.)
Rocko Daymon
Phile-F*ckin'-Delphia. Man, I love this town.
I had some of the biggest and best matches of my career here, you know? Mind you, I had some REAL opponents in those days. Guys who took this sport seriously, every step of the way. Nothing but talent... drive... spirit...
And absolutely NO respect, wherever you turned.
(Camera returns to Rocko.)
Rocko Daymon
It was a cruel world to live in... nobody to pat you on the back when you did a good job, or come to your aid when you needed it most. You could be an undefeated champion, and your peers would still spit on you. You lived every moment trapped in a cage with angry lions, who could pounce on you unexpectedly.
And you know what? I loved it every step of the way. I SURVIVED that era! But when I think back to it, I get depressed... cause I know professional wrestling will never be that way again...
Being in Empire Pro holds some parallels... once again, I'm alone, amidst a bunch of guys who want nothing more from me than to pin my shoulders on the mat. But there's one major difference in the fact that... nobody here has enough TALENT or BRAINS to be taken as seriously as some of my old rivals...
It's like I got stuck in a special ed class, and I'm the only average-intelligence person there. It's like, all of my old classmates gave up school and dropped out... and were replaced by total idiots.
Like I said, it's just depressing...
(Turns to the camera with a smile.)
Rocko Daymon
So you think I'm redundant, Maelstrom? I'm sorry... but you should blame it on your thick head, cause it's your fault that you can't understand. As a result, I have to repeat myself time and time again, hoping that one day you might see clearly. I really hate doing that, cause, like you say, it makes me sound repetitive... my promos become almost as rehashed as... say, your typical Christian Sands speech.
So I'm going to try saying this to you one more time... and hopefully, you'll understand. And just to perk your interest, I'll use an analogy.
Look across the street...
(The camera turns around, zooming in on a simple pizzeria among the row of shops on the other side of the street. Through the large glass window, we can see two people working behind the counter. The one on the left has a big smile around his face, and stands with a straight posture, hurriedly working away on a pepperoni pizza as he engages in friendly conversation with one of the customers. His coworker looks much different; he leans against the wall with his shoulders slumped, a bitter look on his face as he watches the other do his thing.)
Rocko Daymon
Yeah, I know what you fans are thinking... but what can I say? I'm obsessed with the pizza analogies!
Anywho, lets call that guy against the wall Worker A and the guy making the pizza Worker B. Right away, you can see the obvious difference in these two guys. Worker A looks bored and peevish, whereas Worker B seems happy to be there. But let's analyze this just a little more...
Both men accepted this job... why? Well, of course, to make money. That's obviously the case for Worker A, but it ends there. But for Worker B, maybe it was about more than money. Maybe he liked working with others, and helping customers, and working in the food industry.
Worker A, on the other hand... he looks pissed off. He OBVIOUSLY doesn't like working there, and the only reason he's there now is because of that paycheck. In other words, Worker B sees more rewards from working here than Worker A...
What's the result? Worker B gains the appreciation of the customers, and from the boss... if he keeps it up, he moves up, gets a better pay and earns more rewards. Worker A, on the other hand... he doesn't care. In fact, he HATES Worker B. Why is that? Is he jealous? Not necessarily... he just has other ideals. But its that sort of attitude which keeps him in the exact same place, working the same crummy job that he hates and will never escape from.
But the question is, who would YOU rather have make your pizza? Would you like Worker A, who would let cockroaches have a parade on your four cheese thick crust and not blink an eye, or Worker B, who puts all of his time and effort into satisfying the customers by any means necessary. I think we can all agree, that Worker B makes the better pizza...
(Camera returns to Rocko.)
Rocko Daymon
Now, lets compare making pizzas to performing in the ring. When it comes to that, Maelstrom, you represent Worker A, and I am Worker B. You wrestle only for yourself, cause you're content with what you get out of it. You see challenges as threats, you snidely criticize those who work harder than you, and you don't care about ANYTHING that happens in this industry that you aren't the center of. I, on the other, want to move up the ladder, and in order to do that, I must not only go in that ring for myself, but also for the fans, who you can compare to the customers of that pizzeria. As a result, like Worker B makes a better pizza for his customers, I perform better in the ring for the fans...
The point is, I am more of an asset to this business than YOU are Maelstrom.
Are we seeing a connection yet, Maelstrom? I care more about this match than you... and I'm more motivated. I'm going to be the better man at Aggression, as I was last week in the ring against Adam Benjamin. Just based off of those facts, and looking back on my recent progress in this industry and growth as a professional wrestler, I have every reason to believe I'm going to win this match.
So pardon me if I don't see your point, but you've made an effort to do nothing but criticize my reputation and make a joke out of everything I stand for. I watched your promos back to back last night, and do you know how many times I heard you discuss the World Title?
(He holds up his hand into an "O" shape.)
Rocko Daymon
Zero...
And do you know how many times you promised to be the victor in our meeting?
(Holds his hand up again, in the same "O".)
Rocko Daymon
Zero, again...
Everything you have said over the week was made merely to make a mockery of me... and hey, to each his own, but I'm just curious to know what makes you think you can beat me by trying made this competition a contest of who can talk the most trash? From everything you have said, you have implied NOTHING about how much you want this match...
But Maelstrom? I can tell you right now that I want it more. I want to put you on the ground and pin your shoulders to mat... I want to prove to everyone you can be beaten... I want the ref to raise my arm in victory... I want to move on to round three, and prove to the entire world that I haven't given up on my ultimate task.
You, on the other hand, seem more interested in collecting your paycheck. If that makes you happy, then that's what you'll get... but don't expect to get further than me in this tournament.
I give more, and I get more... the process hasn't failed me ever in the five years I've been in professional wrestling, Maelstrom, and I don't see how having you as an opponent will throw the pattern which seems bound by fate into a state of chaos.
(Confident nod.)
Rocko Daymon
Think about it, Maelstrom... come down off your cloud and look over the world of logic.
I have every reason to "boast bravado", Maelstrom. Did you catch last week's Aggression? I've been on fire lately. I've set my foot down and made Empire Pro my turf, and you're trespassing. It sounds to me like the only guy using tough talk to make up for what he lacks in talent... IS YOU.
After all, what have you done outside of Great Lakes Championship Wrestling? I've been through many federations in my illustrious career... I've fought a bevy of opponents, and defeated HUNDREDS of other competitors. I'm sorry, Maelstrom... but you just DON'T have enough to prove yourself as the better man...
(He grins.)
Rocko Daymon
But look on the bright side... at least, at this point, I would consider you as a considerable challenge...
It's too bad you won't be more by the time the bell rings at Aggression.
(Rocko turns and starts to walk away, then stops himself.)
Rocko Daymon
You know, all that talk about pizza has got me hungry now...
(With a smirk on his face, he crosses the street and enters the pizzeria once focused on before. He orders from, of course, Worker B, who greets him openly and warmly with a smile on his face. From there, we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
Disintegration.
What we are seeing is complete and utter disintegration of a mind.
Blame it on whatever seems appropriate... denial, humility, ignorance, fear... anything you can conceive. It doesn't change the fact that one overly lauded man is shattering his own image one piece at a time with the moves made by his own will and the words spoken from his own mouth.
A mind, an ego is left completely disintegrated: deformed, warped, crippled, and completely blown away.
And I'm disappointed...
...cause I expected a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING match.
(Fade from black, with Rocko Daymon standing in the streets of Philedelphia, in front of a local gym.)
Rocko Daymon
But beggars can't be choosers. I can't appreciate the fact that everybody I've been up against through this tournament has acted like a complete moron before the actual match, but hey, if that's my road to the World Title, I'll walk every step of the way.
It's going to be interesting to see a lot of expressions change when that strap is handed over to me at Black Dawn.
(He smiles broaded, his face totally even. By his expression, he is totally calm, and has an aura of complete confidence. To him, winning this match must be as managable as driving to the supermarket for groceries.)
Rocko Daymon
You might notice where I am...
(He points a thumb over his shoulder, reminding the viewer that he's outside of a gym.)
Rocko Daymon
So... am I here to cut another "repetitive" promo where I'm in the ring training for this match? Heh, no... my workout session ended this morning. I've pumped iron, ran laps, and sparred in the ring with oversized men with inferior intelligence... all in preperation for moving on to round three. And man, I feel good.
(He leans up against a nearby lightpost, hands in the pockets of his coat, looking down the street, at the skyline.)
Rocko Daymon
You see this?
(The camera turns see what Daymon sees. The sun is setting in the distance.)
Rocko Daymon
Phile-F*ckin'-Delphia. Man, I love this town.
I had some of the biggest and best matches of my career here, you know? Mind you, I had some REAL opponents in those days. Guys who took this sport seriously, every step of the way. Nothing but talent... drive... spirit...
And absolutely NO respect, wherever you turned.
(Camera returns to Rocko.)
Rocko Daymon
It was a cruel world to live in... nobody to pat you on the back when you did a good job, or come to your aid when you needed it most. You could be an undefeated champion, and your peers would still spit on you. You lived every moment trapped in a cage with angry lions, who could pounce on you unexpectedly.
And you know what? I loved it every step of the way. I SURVIVED that era! But when I think back to it, I get depressed... cause I know professional wrestling will never be that way again...
Being in Empire Pro holds some parallels... once again, I'm alone, amidst a bunch of guys who want nothing more from me than to pin my shoulders on the mat. But there's one major difference in the fact that... nobody here has enough TALENT or BRAINS to be taken as seriously as some of my old rivals...
It's like I got stuck in a special ed class, and I'm the only average-intelligence person there. It's like, all of my old classmates gave up school and dropped out... and were replaced by total idiots.
Like I said, it's just depressing...
(Turns to the camera with a smile.)
Rocko Daymon
So you think I'm redundant, Maelstrom? I'm sorry... but you should blame it on your thick head, cause it's your fault that you can't understand. As a result, I have to repeat myself time and time again, hoping that one day you might see clearly. I really hate doing that, cause, like you say, it makes me sound repetitive... my promos become almost as rehashed as... say, your typical Christian Sands speech.
So I'm going to try saying this to you one more time... and hopefully, you'll understand. And just to perk your interest, I'll use an analogy.
Look across the street...
(The camera turns around, zooming in on a simple pizzeria among the row of shops on the other side of the street. Through the large glass window, we can see two people working behind the counter. The one on the left has a big smile around his face, and stands with a straight posture, hurriedly working away on a pepperoni pizza as he engages in friendly conversation with one of the customers. His coworker looks much different; he leans against the wall with his shoulders slumped, a bitter look on his face as he watches the other do his thing.)
Rocko Daymon
Yeah, I know what you fans are thinking... but what can I say? I'm obsessed with the pizza analogies!
Anywho, lets call that guy against the wall Worker A and the guy making the pizza Worker B. Right away, you can see the obvious difference in these two guys. Worker A looks bored and peevish, whereas Worker B seems happy to be there. But let's analyze this just a little more...
Both men accepted this job... why? Well, of course, to make money. That's obviously the case for Worker A, but it ends there. But for Worker B, maybe it was about more than money. Maybe he liked working with others, and helping customers, and working in the food industry.
Worker A, on the other hand... he looks pissed off. He OBVIOUSLY doesn't like working there, and the only reason he's there now is because of that paycheck. In other words, Worker B sees more rewards from working here than Worker A...
What's the result? Worker B gains the appreciation of the customers, and from the boss... if he keeps it up, he moves up, gets a better pay and earns more rewards. Worker A, on the other hand... he doesn't care. In fact, he HATES Worker B. Why is that? Is he jealous? Not necessarily... he just has other ideals. But its that sort of attitude which keeps him in the exact same place, working the same crummy job that he hates and will never escape from.
But the question is, who would YOU rather have make your pizza? Would you like Worker A, who would let cockroaches have a parade on your four cheese thick crust and not blink an eye, or Worker B, who puts all of his time and effort into satisfying the customers by any means necessary. I think we can all agree, that Worker B makes the better pizza...
(Camera returns to Rocko.)
Rocko Daymon
Now, lets compare making pizzas to performing in the ring. When it comes to that, Maelstrom, you represent Worker A, and I am Worker B. You wrestle only for yourself, cause you're content with what you get out of it. You see challenges as threats, you snidely criticize those who work harder than you, and you don't care about ANYTHING that happens in this industry that you aren't the center of. I, on the other, want to move up the ladder, and in order to do that, I must not only go in that ring for myself, but also for the fans, who you can compare to the customers of that pizzeria. As a result, like Worker B makes a better pizza for his customers, I perform better in the ring for the fans...
The point is, I am more of an asset to this business than YOU are Maelstrom.
Are we seeing a connection yet, Maelstrom? I care more about this match than you... and I'm more motivated. I'm going to be the better man at Aggression, as I was last week in the ring against Adam Benjamin. Just based off of those facts, and looking back on my recent progress in this industry and growth as a professional wrestler, I have every reason to believe I'm going to win this match.
So pardon me if I don't see your point, but you've made an effort to do nothing but criticize my reputation and make a joke out of everything I stand for. I watched your promos back to back last night, and do you know how many times I heard you discuss the World Title?
(He holds up his hand into an "O" shape.)
Rocko Daymon
Zero...
And do you know how many times you promised to be the victor in our meeting?
(Holds his hand up again, in the same "O".)
Rocko Daymon
Zero, again...
Everything you have said over the week was made merely to make a mockery of me... and hey, to each his own, but I'm just curious to know what makes you think you can beat me by trying made this competition a contest of who can talk the most trash? From everything you have said, you have implied NOTHING about how much you want this match...
But Maelstrom? I can tell you right now that I want it more. I want to put you on the ground and pin your shoulders to mat... I want to prove to everyone you can be beaten... I want the ref to raise my arm in victory... I want to move on to round three, and prove to the entire world that I haven't given up on my ultimate task.
You, on the other hand, seem more interested in collecting your paycheck. If that makes you happy, then that's what you'll get... but don't expect to get further than me in this tournament.
I give more, and I get more... the process hasn't failed me ever in the five years I've been in professional wrestling, Maelstrom, and I don't see how having you as an opponent will throw the pattern which seems bound by fate into a state of chaos.
(Confident nod.)
Rocko Daymon
Think about it, Maelstrom... come down off your cloud and look over the world of logic.
I have every reason to "boast bravado", Maelstrom. Did you catch last week's Aggression? I've been on fire lately. I've set my foot down and made Empire Pro my turf, and you're trespassing. It sounds to me like the only guy using tough talk to make up for what he lacks in talent... IS YOU.
After all, what have you done outside of Great Lakes Championship Wrestling? I've been through many federations in my illustrious career... I've fought a bevy of opponents, and defeated HUNDREDS of other competitors. I'm sorry, Maelstrom... but you just DON'T have enough to prove yourself as the better man...
(He grins.)
Rocko Daymon
But look on the bright side... at least, at this point, I would consider you as a considerable challenge...
It's too bad you won't be more by the time the bell rings at Aggression.
(Rocko turns and starts to walk away, then stops himself.)
Rocko Daymon
You know, all that talk about pizza has got me hungry now...
(With a smirk on his face, he crosses the street and enters the pizzeria once focused on before. He orders from, of course, Worker B, who greets him openly and warmly with a smile on his face. From there, we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
SCENE BEGINS
(Fade into an interior location. In a large room, rows of occupied seats sit before a podium equipped with a microphone. Behind this podium is a black curtain bearing the Empire Pro logo. In the seats are a multitude of reporters, scoopers, commentators, and cameramen talking quiety among themselves as they wait for the speaker to come before them.)
(On cue, Caitlyn Daymon appears on the makeshift stage and steps up to the podium, leaning over the mic.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Ladies and gentlemen...
(The press quiet themselves.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Before we begin this press conference, we would like to thank you all for coming down here to the arena on such short notice. We're happy to have the real thing, as opposed to a bunch of action figures...
(A wave of laughter flows through the audience. Caitlyn waits a moment, and continues.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Thankfully, you won't be presented with a six-inch plastic representation of one of Empire Pro's finest talents. Tonight, we are featuring real reporters with real questions, presented to one of the men who will be competing in the main event at Aggression.
This is not a promo. This is a standard Q and A, for you, the press.
So, without further adieu, please welcome... Rocko Daymon.
(Applause from the press. Caitlyn steps aside as Rocko Daymon steps onto the stage and comes up to the podium. When the din dies down, several reporters immediately raise their hands. Rocko points to one.)
Super Wrestling Magazine Reporter
Hey, Rocko... Lonnie Klein of SWM. Just about everybody in this room, as well as the fans, know that this match features two guys who have never faced each other in the ring. You know as much about Maelstrom's talent and style as he knows of yours, which isn't much...
With that said, what makes you think you have an edge over Maelstrom?
(Rocko thinks it over, then answers.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, Lonnie... you point out the obvious truth that neither Maelstrom or myself know what to expect when we step into the ring to go head to head. Maelstrom is lauded through many federations as a great professional wrestler... but I have the experience and determination to make up for whatever Maelstrom might have more of in terms of strength and talent.
The reason why I feel I have a good chance of winning this match is because of motivation, determination, and focus. Judging on his recent promos throughout the week, Maelstrom may not see victory as the absolute goal of this match; he just wants to prove himself better, and make me look like a fool. I don't think he's taking this match seriously enough, and that will lead to his downfall.
He may be a good professional wrestler, from what others say of him, but even the best can be taken down when they allow themselves to be blinded by their own pride.
Next question... you.
(FW Torch's Pete Penzler comes to his feet.)
FW Torch Reporter
Pete Penzler, FW Torch. I was wondering what kind of strategy you plan to bring to the ring at Aggression.
Rocko Daymon
Well, as Lonnie pointed out, I'm not familiar with Maelstrom's style. I've watched tapes from NWL and GLCW, but I can't rely on those alone. My strategy is to wait and watch... to spend the first few minutes testing the water until I get a good idea of how Maelstrom plans to fight the match.
From there, I'm going to work on countermeasures. If he's going to be a powerhouse on the night of the match, I'll work away on his arms and legs, to cripple his strength. If he's going to be a mat-technician, I'll go for counterattacks and impact moves, like I did against Adam Benjamin.
Next question?
(He points to another reporter, who comes to his feet.)
Extreme Sports Entertainment Reporter
Hi, Rocko... Joey Gognetti of XSE. For those who are unfamiliar with your reputation, could you fill us in with your experience?
Rocko Daymon
Certainly. I began my wrestling career in the summer of '98, roughtly five and a half years ago. I broke into the big time when I entered Superior Championship Wrestling, where much of my career lasted. During my time there, I stood as the world champion through the summer of 2000, and collected the Television Title on numerous occassions. When I had time, I would do shows in other federations, competing with competitors of different styles from all over the world...
I was put on the shelf for about a year following a match, and not long after, SCW closed its doors. I've recently returned, trying to break into the industry again through other federations. I was with Major Championship Wrestling until they closed, though I didn't really have enough time to shine there. Currently, I'm also enlisted on GXW's roster, though I haven't done much there while they have been preparing their Pay Per View, Battleground Britain.
Satisfied?
Extreme Sports Entertainment Reporter
Yes. Thank you.
Rocko Daymon
Next?
(He points to Jake Morgan of the Morgan Report, who comes to his feet.)
Jake Morgan
Hey Rocko! Jake Morgan, from Empire Pro's website.
Rocko Daymon
Jake... great to meet you. What's your question?
Jake Morgan
Well, lately, Maelstrom has been taking a lot of shots at you. In fact, as you said in a recent promo, he does NOTHING but take shots, and that seems to be all he cares about. In one promo, he mocked you as being repetitive and gave you an Elmer Fudd voice. What do you say to that?
Rocko Daymon
I say, let him do it. It only proves how blind he is to what's in store for him at Aggression. I can't say I'm very intimidated by a guy who tries to make his points by playing with action figures.
When you get to be big in the industry, as I am at this point, you tend to take a lot of criticism wherever you go. I've got Mike Neely making fun of my name on commentary, Scooter McGufferin at FW Torch saying I have no personality, Dean Matthews saying I have no gimmick, and Christian Sands cutting a minute-long promo about "obsession" every time I take a second to use his name to prove a point.
But these guys aren't fighting me at Aggression; Maelstrom is. It's one thing to make fun of your opponent, but Maelstrom has yet to say or do anything that makes him any different from the usual critics who give me flak on what seems to be a daily basis. I guess what I'm trying to say is... he can poke fun at me all he wants, but he isn't telling me how that makes him the better professional wrestler.
Do you follow?
Jake Morgan
Yeah.
Rocko Daymon
Good. Who's next?
(He points to another reporter, who comes off his seat.)
Pro Wrestling Network Reporter
Gabe Davidson of the Pro Wrestling Network. What exactly to you plan to do if you become Empire Pro's first World Champion?
(Rocko considers the question for a moment, and answers.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, Gabe... being a former World Champion, I know how to carry belt, and I know how NOT to carry a belt. Being the World Champion--the FIRST World Champion--is a big responsibility. It means more than simply beating all the challengers who step up to the plate; you have got to be an ICON for the entire federation.
You've got to be a man that the fans look up to, and acknowledge as their World Champion. More importantly, you got to have the charisma and noteriety to keep them coming back for more. Being the underdog, and considering I've been booked quite well in the past couple weeks, I think I'm qualified for that task...
If I keep my head in the game and do my best, and win this title, I can be a champion worth remembering.
(He looks down to his wrist to check his watch, then looks up to the audience of press again.)
Rocko Daymon
I think I have time for one more question. Yeah, Kenny...
(He points to Empire Pro's own backstage reporter, Kenny Lombardo.)
Kenny Lombardo
Hi, Rocko! If you win this match, it looks like you're going to be going up against either Christian Sands or Karl Brown... any thoughts on which one you want to fight if you get past Maelstrom?
Rocko Daymon
Well actually, I haven't thought about that much. I'm not going to jump the gun and make plans against either of those two until after I beat Maelstrom. But since you mention it, I really don't have a preference between the two. I'd like to get back at Christian Sands after our last meeting a couple weeks ago, yet Brown is, in my opinion, a better competitor, and I'd be honored to go against him in round three...
But because I don't hold a preference doesn't mean I don't look forward to fighting either of them. Rather, I'm eagerly looking forward to moving on to Round 3. Knowing that one of these two guys will be waiting for me later in the tournament pushes me even more to do my best when I go into the ring against Maelstrom...
(He checks his watch again, and looks up.)
Rocko Daymon
That's about all the time I have, gentlemen. Once again, thank you for coming here tonight, and I'll see you all again at the press conference following Aggression.
(With a nod, Rocko Daymon turns away from the podium and steps off stage. Fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
(Fade into an interior location. In a large room, rows of occupied seats sit before a podium equipped with a microphone. Behind this podium is a black curtain bearing the Empire Pro logo. In the seats are a multitude of reporters, scoopers, commentators, and cameramen talking quiety among themselves as they wait for the speaker to come before them.)
(On cue, Caitlyn Daymon appears on the makeshift stage and steps up to the podium, leaning over the mic.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Ladies and gentlemen...
(The press quiet themselves.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Before we begin this press conference, we would like to thank you all for coming down here to the arena on such short notice. We're happy to have the real thing, as opposed to a bunch of action figures...
(A wave of laughter flows through the audience. Caitlyn waits a moment, and continues.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Thankfully, you won't be presented with a six-inch plastic representation of one of Empire Pro's finest talents. Tonight, we are featuring real reporters with real questions, presented to one of the men who will be competing in the main event at Aggression.
This is not a promo. This is a standard Q and A, for you, the press.
So, without further adieu, please welcome... Rocko Daymon.
(Applause from the press. Caitlyn steps aside as Rocko Daymon steps onto the stage and comes up to the podium. When the din dies down, several reporters immediately raise their hands. Rocko points to one.)
Super Wrestling Magazine Reporter
Hey, Rocko... Lonnie Klein of SWM. Just about everybody in this room, as well as the fans, know that this match features two guys who have never faced each other in the ring. You know as much about Maelstrom's talent and style as he knows of yours, which isn't much...
With that said, what makes you think you have an edge over Maelstrom?
(Rocko thinks it over, then answers.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, Lonnie... you point out the obvious truth that neither Maelstrom or myself know what to expect when we step into the ring to go head to head. Maelstrom is lauded through many federations as a great professional wrestler... but I have the experience and determination to make up for whatever Maelstrom might have more of in terms of strength and talent.
The reason why I feel I have a good chance of winning this match is because of motivation, determination, and focus. Judging on his recent promos throughout the week, Maelstrom may not see victory as the absolute goal of this match; he just wants to prove himself better, and make me look like a fool. I don't think he's taking this match seriously enough, and that will lead to his downfall.
He may be a good professional wrestler, from what others say of him, but even the best can be taken down when they allow themselves to be blinded by their own pride.
Next question... you.
(FW Torch's Pete Penzler comes to his feet.)
FW Torch Reporter
Pete Penzler, FW Torch. I was wondering what kind of strategy you plan to bring to the ring at Aggression.
Rocko Daymon
Well, as Lonnie pointed out, I'm not familiar with Maelstrom's style. I've watched tapes from NWL and GLCW, but I can't rely on those alone. My strategy is to wait and watch... to spend the first few minutes testing the water until I get a good idea of how Maelstrom plans to fight the match.
From there, I'm going to work on countermeasures. If he's going to be a powerhouse on the night of the match, I'll work away on his arms and legs, to cripple his strength. If he's going to be a mat-technician, I'll go for counterattacks and impact moves, like I did against Adam Benjamin.
Next question?
(He points to another reporter, who comes to his feet.)
Extreme Sports Entertainment Reporter
Hi, Rocko... Joey Gognetti of XSE. For those who are unfamiliar with your reputation, could you fill us in with your experience?
Rocko Daymon
Certainly. I began my wrestling career in the summer of '98, roughtly five and a half years ago. I broke into the big time when I entered Superior Championship Wrestling, where much of my career lasted. During my time there, I stood as the world champion through the summer of 2000, and collected the Television Title on numerous occassions. When I had time, I would do shows in other federations, competing with competitors of different styles from all over the world...
I was put on the shelf for about a year following a match, and not long after, SCW closed its doors. I've recently returned, trying to break into the industry again through other federations. I was with Major Championship Wrestling until they closed, though I didn't really have enough time to shine there. Currently, I'm also enlisted on GXW's roster, though I haven't done much there while they have been preparing their Pay Per View, Battleground Britain.
Satisfied?
Extreme Sports Entertainment Reporter
Yes. Thank you.
Rocko Daymon
Next?
(He points to Jake Morgan of the Morgan Report, who comes to his feet.)
Jake Morgan
Hey Rocko! Jake Morgan, from Empire Pro's website.
Rocko Daymon
Jake... great to meet you. What's your question?
Jake Morgan
Well, lately, Maelstrom has been taking a lot of shots at you. In fact, as you said in a recent promo, he does NOTHING but take shots, and that seems to be all he cares about. In one promo, he mocked you as being repetitive and gave you an Elmer Fudd voice. What do you say to that?
Rocko Daymon
I say, let him do it. It only proves how blind he is to what's in store for him at Aggression. I can't say I'm very intimidated by a guy who tries to make his points by playing with action figures.
When you get to be big in the industry, as I am at this point, you tend to take a lot of criticism wherever you go. I've got Mike Neely making fun of my name on commentary, Scooter McGufferin at FW Torch saying I have no personality, Dean Matthews saying I have no gimmick, and Christian Sands cutting a minute-long promo about "obsession" every time I take a second to use his name to prove a point.
But these guys aren't fighting me at Aggression; Maelstrom is. It's one thing to make fun of your opponent, but Maelstrom has yet to say or do anything that makes him any different from the usual critics who give me flak on what seems to be a daily basis. I guess what I'm trying to say is... he can poke fun at me all he wants, but he isn't telling me how that makes him the better professional wrestler.
Do you follow?
Jake Morgan
Yeah.
Rocko Daymon
Good. Who's next?
(He points to another reporter, who comes off his seat.)
Pro Wrestling Network Reporter
Gabe Davidson of the Pro Wrestling Network. What exactly to you plan to do if you become Empire Pro's first World Champion?
(Rocko considers the question for a moment, and answers.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, Gabe... being a former World Champion, I know how to carry belt, and I know how NOT to carry a belt. Being the World Champion--the FIRST World Champion--is a big responsibility. It means more than simply beating all the challengers who step up to the plate; you have got to be an ICON for the entire federation.
You've got to be a man that the fans look up to, and acknowledge as their World Champion. More importantly, you got to have the charisma and noteriety to keep them coming back for more. Being the underdog, and considering I've been booked quite well in the past couple weeks, I think I'm qualified for that task...
If I keep my head in the game and do my best, and win this title, I can be a champion worth remembering.
(He looks down to his wrist to check his watch, then looks up to the audience of press again.)
Rocko Daymon
I think I have time for one more question. Yeah, Kenny...
(He points to Empire Pro's own backstage reporter, Kenny Lombardo.)
Kenny Lombardo
Hi, Rocko! If you win this match, it looks like you're going to be going up against either Christian Sands or Karl Brown... any thoughts on which one you want to fight if you get past Maelstrom?
Rocko Daymon
Well actually, I haven't thought about that much. I'm not going to jump the gun and make plans against either of those two until after I beat Maelstrom. But since you mention it, I really don't have a preference between the two. I'd like to get back at Christian Sands after our last meeting a couple weeks ago, yet Brown is, in my opinion, a better competitor, and I'd be honored to go against him in round three...
But because I don't hold a preference doesn't mean I don't look forward to fighting either of them. Rather, I'm eagerly looking forward to moving on to Round 3. Knowing that one of these two guys will be waiting for me later in the tournament pushes me even more to do my best when I go into the ring against Maelstrom...
(He checks his watch again, and looks up.)
Rocko Daymon
That's about all the time I have, gentlemen. Once again, thank you for coming here tonight, and I'll see you all again at the press conference following Aggression.
(With a nod, Rocko Daymon turns away from the podium and steps off stage. Fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
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JLebron
Guest
OORP:
Hmmm.... two rps in less than 24 hours!
Seems a bit out of balance considering I waited patiently for 3 days on your response......
No fuss here though, I'm just thinking out loud.....
-Joe
Hmmm.... two rps in less than 24 hours!
Seems a bit out of balance considering I waited patiently for 3 days on your response......
No fuss here though, I'm just thinking out loud.....
-Joe
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OORP:
I had meant to post the Philedelphia one on the 8th, so you could put one up on the 9th, and I could finish on the 10th (that way, we'd have an equal number of RPs). Unfortunately, I procrastinated...
I apologize... I figured if I posted a second "lesser quality" one, you'd still have the opportunity to get in another within the few hours until deadline... but it looks like I procrastinated again.
But man, it was a GREAT week of roleplaying! It's great to have you aboard in EPW!
I had meant to post the Philedelphia one on the 8th, so you could put one up on the 9th, and I could finish on the 10th (that way, we'd have an equal number of RPs). Unfortunately, I procrastinated...
I apologize... I figured if I posted a second "lesser quality" one, you'd still have the opportunity to get in another within the few hours until deadline... but it looks like I procrastinated again.
But man, it was a GREAT week of roleplaying! It's great to have you aboard in EPW!
J
JLebron
Guest
OORP:
Like I said before Ryan, no fuss, just a bit surprised at the waiting-time disparity on this last round.
Despite that, it was a pleasure rping against you. And thanks for the EPW welcome.....
Good luck in the match Ryan....
-Joe
Like I said before Ryan, no fuss, just a bit surprised at the waiting-time disparity on this last round.
Despite that, it was a pleasure rping against you. And thanks for the EPW welcome.....
Good luck in the match Ryan....
-Joe
J
JLebron
Guest
Breaching The Impasse
(SLOWLY FADE TO: ...... The sounds of cheering and thunderous roars, distant at first, then gradually increasing in intensity as it lingers aimlessly within the confines of a black screen. Faint popping sounds are suddenly heard as small holes are suddenly punched out randomly on the screen, like little peep-holes as they pierce the barriers of black void, allowing us tiny indistinct glimpses of our intended scene. More light begins to filter through as small holes continue to eat up the black screens void until we realize that we're traveling down a corridor, apparently away from the source of the cheers as they quickly fade and succumb to the more subdued chatter of the corridor denizens. The image proceeds on down the corridor, slowing down and stopping for the occasional passersby who give more than just a momentary, curious glance, some even point down the hall, as if they know who we came to see......
The image continues to lead us down the corridor, shaking a bit as it makes an occasional left or right turn as it attempts to offer us a peek into the rooms it passes. By this time, the corridor has become noticeably congested with people, some of them half-dressed, some only wearing tights while others are wrapped only with a towel..... or nothing at all. At one end we see EPW owner Dan Ryan brow beating Paul Freeman as he continually jabs his finger into his chest to accentuate his point. It's at that precise moment that we realize that we're proceeding through the locker-room halls of EPW's latest Aggression show. It's also at about that moment that we apparently reach our destination as the image bounces slightly and makes a sharp left turn, pushing open a creaking door. Immediately coming to view is a large man, sitting on a stool with one leg dangling limply while a thickly muscled arm rests on the other. His back leans firmly against an unforgiving brick wall. His head however, is hunched over, with his unkempt, wet black mane hinging listlessly forward...... still trickling droplets of water onto his heaving massive chest, only to meander down his chiseled body until it hits the waistband of his jeans which by the dark contrast in shading, is already drenched. Without looking up, and without shifting his position, the large man motions with his hand for us to come closer......
As we begin our approach, he slowly raises his head and glares at us through the shards of wet locks of hair. All that we can make out of his features are the intense glare of his deep brown eyes and his faint grin as his intense gaze captures our full attention. He then raises both hands and strains the wetness from his hair...... drawing it back and away from his features and as he does so...... revealing the face of the man the EPW has come to know simply as......)
MAELSTROM: Looks like you’ve been busy in the last 24 hours eh Daymon? First doing your typical promo then following it up with a press conference before I could even blink. (chuckles to himself) Well, I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures, wouldn’t you say Daymon? So much for your insinuations of my doing 3 am promos huh? Anyhow, from the looks of it, seems you've already decided that you have me all figured out, eh Daymon? That you know "everything" there is to know about me huh? (sighs heavily then answers in sarcastic tones) Now THAT'S real original! I mean, you're only like the two or three hundredth person or so to make that claim..... with nearly every single one of them at a loss for words after things didn't go quite like they had hoped or imagined. So don't take it personal if I don't appear outwardly concerned or threatened..... 'cuz I've heard it all before! Ya see Daymon, you're under the mistaken impression that you have an "experience" edge over me...... that your five years of professional wrestling has taken you further than mine..... that it has enlightened you more than it has me?
(pauses as he chuckles to himself, shaking his head from side to side)
MAELSTROM: You question why I don't do as you do, and PROMISE victory, or even mention that precious title you seek? Well, if you were paying attention the first time, you would have noticed that I said only FOOLS promise things they aren't TOTALLY in control of. What you ignorantly fail to or refuse to accept is that the BUSINESS demands more often than not, dictates the direction of this sport..... Not the talent aspect. It's all about marketing and what sells. It brings to mind a few years back when in another promotion, I was to be involved in a title match for that company's version of the World title. Minutes before the match was to take place, I get a visit from none other than the owner of the promotion. Here I was thinking that he came to wish me luck, when in reality, he came to tell me, and I quote..... "tonight's NOT your night kid...... understand?" Well, I won't bother you with the details of that convo, but suffice it to say that I chose to ignore his "wishes" and I went out there and decimated my opponent to capture that world title. Needless to say, it didn't make the owner very happy and he screwed me every chance he got..... eventually not only having my contract rescinded, but attempting to blacklist me in this industry. All because I didn't cow-tow to or brown-nose, something I'm sure you're familiar with. So you'll forgive me if I don't subscribe to YOUR "loving" views regarding this sport. I learned the realities of this industry early and unlike you, I refuse to kiss A$$ or wear blinders.
(pauses as he takes a few extra seconds to reflect...... he stays staring at nothing in particular, seemingly lost in thought...... after a subtle shake of his head, he seems to snap out of his reminiscing and resumes speaking......)
MAELSTROM: TITLES!? (shakes his head in a questioning manner) Hell Daymon! I don't need to chase after gold to reaffirm my worth. Is your ego THAT fragile that you desperately need the reassurance of a golden-laced crutch? You want to know WHY I don't bother mentioning the title Daymon? (tilts his head and raises an eyebrow) I've been a world champion more times than I care to remember, but what doesn't escape me is my outlook on titles...... the ONLY use I have for such trinkets are NOT for the usual reasons such as seeking fame, recognition, status or fortune...... I've attained all that long ago! No Daymon, the ONLY use I have for titles is as BAIT to lure the TOUGHEST SOB's to me! The ONLY love I associate with this sport is NOT colored green...... but rather red, in the form of the rush I derive from beating the living SH*T outta people like you Daymon! If I get the title in the process..... So be it. If not, so be it as well! Lets face it Daymon, your crowning moment will NOT be capturing the title, but rather getting past ME for it!
(pauses as he wipes away the droplets of water tracking from his wet hair to his face)
MAELSTROM: So lets cut through all this bull of yours once and for all. For starters, lets dispense with the FACT that I've been involved in this sport considerably longer than you have..... And let's not even bring up the FACT that despite the HUNDREDS of singles matches I've had throughout my career..... my loss column STILL reflects a single digit number. (nods knowingly) You throw GLCW in my face as if that's the ONLY league I've ever left a lasting impression on. As if I'm some sorta flash in the pan rookie simply because you never heard of me before. And I won't even go into comparing opponents and leagues, 'cuz that's like comparing apples to oranges. Who's to say who's resume is more impressive? Me? You? As far as I'm concerned, your accomplishments, as impressive as they must seem to you, mean absolutely SH*T to me! Not because I'm discounting them mind you, I believe that anyone who's been around for as long as you say you have, HAS to possess a measure of talent and ability. No, your accomplishments mean nothing to me because you've yet to do them against ME! By your own admission Daymon, you're on a high right now because of the results from ONE prior card? Hell, if one card makes you feel invincible.... I'd wonder how'd you feel if you went through YEARS of steamrolling over nearly every opponent he's faced..... As I have? Ya see Daymon, I think the problem here is that you think entirely too much of your own abilities. I mean, ya start with this oh-so-boring, stupid pizza-shop analogy which actually doesn't present an accurate representation of both parties, and you pat yourself on the back for it? As if it's supposed to be witty and mean something?
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Well, hows this for an analogy? Where a torrential downpour represented the high end of an intellect measuring stick, your capacity would only muster a light drizzle. Am I doubting your abilities? (raises an eyebrow) Hardly. I'm just assessing them in their current overestimating state. You've been fronting from day one, thinking you've been fooling everyone by telling them what the you think they WANT to heart..... trying to sell your act to the gullible and naïve. Problem is, the ONLY person you're fooling is yourself 'cuz like I said before..... NOBODY is buying your brand of hypocrisy! I mean, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll wager that you ARE a force to be reckoned with to a certain extent..... just not to the inflated levels that you do. You're desperately grasping right now, reaching 'cuz uncertainty has breached your facade and you know that very soon, you'll be face to face with EPW's newest reality. There's a lot more at stake here than you bargained for Daymon, more than you could ever hope to perceive..... and less than I've already endured. In the blink of an eye..... each of our worlds can become suspect...... only difference is, you're still a virgin to the impasse I've already breached so very long ago......
(Maelstrom tilts his head and cocks an ear as he hears the locker-room P.A. system begin to make the introductions for his match. He begins to hear his theme music, "Enter Sandman" pipe through the locker-room speakers, but he doesn't budge. He sits there momentarily before he finally gets up, a faint malicious grin on his face, and walks straight towards us. His image looms before us until it passes us by when he exits through the doorway and heads down the long corridor. Everyone immediately gets out of his way, forming a gauntlet of sorts by either plastering themselves up against the wall or by clearing the halls by entering into their locker-room. Some whisper comments only AFTER he passes them by. Whether or not Maelstrom hears, or even cares, remains a mystery as he continues to traverse the gauntlet….. a gauntlet strikingly similar to the one he was compelled to tread some years past, which ultimately changed not only his perceptions but his entire life ..... FADE OUT.......)
(SLOWLY FADE TO: ...... The sounds of cheering and thunderous roars, distant at first, then gradually increasing in intensity as it lingers aimlessly within the confines of a black screen. Faint popping sounds are suddenly heard as small holes are suddenly punched out randomly on the screen, like little peep-holes as they pierce the barriers of black void, allowing us tiny indistinct glimpses of our intended scene. More light begins to filter through as small holes continue to eat up the black screens void until we realize that we're traveling down a corridor, apparently away from the source of the cheers as they quickly fade and succumb to the more subdued chatter of the corridor denizens. The image proceeds on down the corridor, slowing down and stopping for the occasional passersby who give more than just a momentary, curious glance, some even point down the hall, as if they know who we came to see......
The image continues to lead us down the corridor, shaking a bit as it makes an occasional left or right turn as it attempts to offer us a peek into the rooms it passes. By this time, the corridor has become noticeably congested with people, some of them half-dressed, some only wearing tights while others are wrapped only with a towel..... or nothing at all. At one end we see EPW owner Dan Ryan brow beating Paul Freeman as he continually jabs his finger into his chest to accentuate his point. It's at that precise moment that we realize that we're proceeding through the locker-room halls of EPW's latest Aggression show. It's also at about that moment that we apparently reach our destination as the image bounces slightly and makes a sharp left turn, pushing open a creaking door. Immediately coming to view is a large man, sitting on a stool with one leg dangling limply while a thickly muscled arm rests on the other. His back leans firmly against an unforgiving brick wall. His head however, is hunched over, with his unkempt, wet black mane hinging listlessly forward...... still trickling droplets of water onto his heaving massive chest, only to meander down his chiseled body until it hits the waistband of his jeans which by the dark contrast in shading, is already drenched. Without looking up, and without shifting his position, the large man motions with his hand for us to come closer......
As we begin our approach, he slowly raises his head and glares at us through the shards of wet locks of hair. All that we can make out of his features are the intense glare of his deep brown eyes and his faint grin as his intense gaze captures our full attention. He then raises both hands and strains the wetness from his hair...... drawing it back and away from his features and as he does so...... revealing the face of the man the EPW has come to know simply as......)
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MAELSTROM: Looks like you’ve been busy in the last 24 hours eh Daymon? First doing your typical promo then following it up with a press conference before I could even blink. (chuckles to himself) Well, I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures, wouldn’t you say Daymon? So much for your insinuations of my doing 3 am promos huh? Anyhow, from the looks of it, seems you've already decided that you have me all figured out, eh Daymon? That you know "everything" there is to know about me huh? (sighs heavily then answers in sarcastic tones) Now THAT'S real original! I mean, you're only like the two or three hundredth person or so to make that claim..... with nearly every single one of them at a loss for words after things didn't go quite like they had hoped or imagined. So don't take it personal if I don't appear outwardly concerned or threatened..... 'cuz I've heard it all before! Ya see Daymon, you're under the mistaken impression that you have an "experience" edge over me...... that your five years of professional wrestling has taken you further than mine..... that it has enlightened you more than it has me?
(pauses as he chuckles to himself, shaking his head from side to side)
MAELSTROM: You question why I don't do as you do, and PROMISE victory, or even mention that precious title you seek? Well, if you were paying attention the first time, you would have noticed that I said only FOOLS promise things they aren't TOTALLY in control of. What you ignorantly fail to or refuse to accept is that the BUSINESS demands more often than not, dictates the direction of this sport..... Not the talent aspect. It's all about marketing and what sells. It brings to mind a few years back when in another promotion, I was to be involved in a title match for that company's version of the World title. Minutes before the match was to take place, I get a visit from none other than the owner of the promotion. Here I was thinking that he came to wish me luck, when in reality, he came to tell me, and I quote..... "tonight's NOT your night kid...... understand?" Well, I won't bother you with the details of that convo, but suffice it to say that I chose to ignore his "wishes" and I went out there and decimated my opponent to capture that world title. Needless to say, it didn't make the owner very happy and he screwed me every chance he got..... eventually not only having my contract rescinded, but attempting to blacklist me in this industry. All because I didn't cow-tow to or brown-nose, something I'm sure you're familiar with. So you'll forgive me if I don't subscribe to YOUR "loving" views regarding this sport. I learned the realities of this industry early and unlike you, I refuse to kiss A$$ or wear blinders.
(pauses as he takes a few extra seconds to reflect...... he stays staring at nothing in particular, seemingly lost in thought...... after a subtle shake of his head, he seems to snap out of his reminiscing and resumes speaking......)
MAELSTROM: TITLES!? (shakes his head in a questioning manner) Hell Daymon! I don't need to chase after gold to reaffirm my worth. Is your ego THAT fragile that you desperately need the reassurance of a golden-laced crutch? You want to know WHY I don't bother mentioning the title Daymon? (tilts his head and raises an eyebrow) I've been a world champion more times than I care to remember, but what doesn't escape me is my outlook on titles...... the ONLY use I have for such trinkets are NOT for the usual reasons such as seeking fame, recognition, status or fortune...... I've attained all that long ago! No Daymon, the ONLY use I have for titles is as BAIT to lure the TOUGHEST SOB's to me! The ONLY love I associate with this sport is NOT colored green...... but rather red, in the form of the rush I derive from beating the living SH*T outta people like you Daymon! If I get the title in the process..... So be it. If not, so be it as well! Lets face it Daymon, your crowning moment will NOT be capturing the title, but rather getting past ME for it!
(pauses as he wipes away the droplets of water tracking from his wet hair to his face)
MAELSTROM: So lets cut through all this bull of yours once and for all. For starters, lets dispense with the FACT that I've been involved in this sport considerably longer than you have..... And let's not even bring up the FACT that despite the HUNDREDS of singles matches I've had throughout my career..... my loss column STILL reflects a single digit number. (nods knowingly) You throw GLCW in my face as if that's the ONLY league I've ever left a lasting impression on. As if I'm some sorta flash in the pan rookie simply because you never heard of me before. And I won't even go into comparing opponents and leagues, 'cuz that's like comparing apples to oranges. Who's to say who's resume is more impressive? Me? You? As far as I'm concerned, your accomplishments, as impressive as they must seem to you, mean absolutely SH*T to me! Not because I'm discounting them mind you, I believe that anyone who's been around for as long as you say you have, HAS to possess a measure of talent and ability. No, your accomplishments mean nothing to me because you've yet to do them against ME! By your own admission Daymon, you're on a high right now because of the results from ONE prior card? Hell, if one card makes you feel invincible.... I'd wonder how'd you feel if you went through YEARS of steamrolling over nearly every opponent he's faced..... As I have? Ya see Daymon, I think the problem here is that you think entirely too much of your own abilities. I mean, ya start with this oh-so-boring, stupid pizza-shop analogy which actually doesn't present an accurate representation of both parties, and you pat yourself on the back for it? As if it's supposed to be witty and mean something?
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Well, hows this for an analogy? Where a torrential downpour represented the high end of an intellect measuring stick, your capacity would only muster a light drizzle. Am I doubting your abilities? (raises an eyebrow) Hardly. I'm just assessing them in their current overestimating state. You've been fronting from day one, thinking you've been fooling everyone by telling them what the you think they WANT to heart..... trying to sell your act to the gullible and naïve. Problem is, the ONLY person you're fooling is yourself 'cuz like I said before..... NOBODY is buying your brand of hypocrisy! I mean, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll wager that you ARE a force to be reckoned with to a certain extent..... just not to the inflated levels that you do. You're desperately grasping right now, reaching 'cuz uncertainty has breached your facade and you know that very soon, you'll be face to face with EPW's newest reality. There's a lot more at stake here than you bargained for Daymon, more than you could ever hope to perceive..... and less than I've already endured. In the blink of an eye..... each of our worlds can become suspect...... only difference is, you're still a virgin to the impasse I've already breached so very long ago......
(Maelstrom tilts his head and cocks an ear as he hears the locker-room P.A. system begin to make the introductions for his match. He begins to hear his theme music, "Enter Sandman" pipe through the locker-room speakers, but he doesn't budge. He sits there momentarily before he finally gets up, a faint malicious grin on his face, and walks straight towards us. His image looms before us until it passes us by when he exits through the doorway and heads down the long corridor. Everyone immediately gets out of his way, forming a gauntlet of sorts by either plastering themselves up against the wall or by clearing the halls by entering into their locker-room. Some whisper comments only AFTER he passes them by. Whether or not Maelstrom hears, or even cares, remains a mystery as he continues to traverse the gauntlet….. a gauntlet strikingly similar to the one he was compelled to tread some years past, which ultimately changed not only his perceptions but his entire life ..... FADE OUT.......)