RUSSIAN ROULETTE: Tag Titles #1 - Anthology (c) vs. Big Dog & Dan Ryan
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BarryClarkJr
DADDY
Tangle with the dangle.
(Camera opens up to a night time scene at the home of Jared Wells. He is out back at his mini bar by his pool which is closed up for the season. Tiki torches are lit up around the pool and he is laid back in a long chair wearing sandals, khakis shorts, black sleeveless Anthology tee shirt, drinking a Captain & Coke, also one half of the EPW TAG TITLE resting in his lap)
JARED WELLS: You know, I've done a million things with lots of different women over my career. Last night I had a pretty hot date with this fire crotch redhead. Simple dinner and a movie and the next thing you know right after I parted the red sea, she started calling me DADDY MOSES in the morning. Now, one thing I've never ever done in my life is hit a woman but Lindsay Troy you are damn near crossing that line. What do you say to the lady with two black eyes? Nothing, DADDY already told you twice. NOW........
Being the man in this business isn't something you put on in the morning and take off at night. I've been called every single name in the dictionary but when it all comes down to one word........one word to describe Jared Wells and that is UNIQUE. Unique isn't just another word that teachers tell their special students. Oh no, when the teacher says wear red and green on the last day before Christmas break, I put on purple and black just because I can. The EPW Champion Triple X Sean Stevens claims to be the king. I claim to be the DADDY. The First loves to come out and constantly whine about how he was screwed. Jared Wells sucks it up, goes out to a bar and laughs about it. It's not about smoking crack, drinking till you're rendered unconsious, or beating the crap out of anyone that crosses your path. It's all about being the man and refusing to follow a crowd that forces you to think the same way they do even if it means becoming an outcast to society. Simply JARED WELLS. Now onto what pisses me off today....
Now Lindsay Troy comes out and says one man IS A FORMER THREE TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. She then says he is a FORMER WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION with THREE different men. Yet she forgot to add that he is an ALL TIME OVERRATED F(BLEEP)K that gets more hype and credit than he's actually worth.
Oh Big Dog, Big Dog, Big Dog, how you've seem to shaken up the EPW with your surprise appearance at Aggression. I sincerely welcome you to this cluster F(BLEEP)K of a tag team situation at Russian Roulette. Nothing I get off more than seeing somebody who had a pretty good run back in the day and everybody just bowed down to your feet thinking you were the man. Let's face it the EPW loves the marketing strategy and is going to do whatever it takes to HYPE you up like your a big deal. To the point where people begin to feel they need to consume it. But just like everybody I've ever had to deal with in your situation, in the end MILLIONS OF SUCKERS fell for the hype. I wasn't born yesterday and I know your track record BIG DOG and it doesn't phase me one bit. The fact of the matter is now I'm your problem and now I will kill off whatever is left in you. When this is all said and done your new job will be at some deli taking numbers. Or you'll be that guy on those infomercials late at night talking about how your wife would love for you to wipe your ass better and that your dingleberries are making your underwear a nasty mess. But she insists you go down in the basement and take care of your own underwear. All together its a joke much like your EPW run. Daddy is the CULT ICON, you just so happen to be in my backyard B(BLEEP)T and I got your big bone right here.
(Jared then grabs his crotch and takes a sip of his Captain & Coke)
Oh Danny Boy, Danny Ryan, Danny Boy hear me out. I'm almost damn near excited that you've returned and I can't tell you how long I've waited for this very moment big man. I'm going to pretty much come out and say your return along with teaming with Big Dog is damn near ranked as lame. You two might have shocked the world with everyone happier than a sissy with a bag of D(BLEEP)KS but I'm not really impressed. If we take a look back on memory lane I believe the last time I saw Dan Ryan in my realm was when he was brought in with others to try and topple me and my crew. What happened Dan Ryan? FAILURE......COMPLETE EPIC FAILURE. And today we call that the inner circle infection. What happened then, will happen again.
Bottom line Lindsay Troy has hired Dan Ryan and Big Dog to TRY and kill off the legend of Anthology without any evidence. She pretty much bought, locked, stocked and paid for your title shot. You both went as far as taking money from Lindsay Troy which in my book makes you both prostitutes. I'm just the pimp in this situation planning on treating you both like ho's, slapping the piss right out of you both for negotiating with Troy.
Since NOBODY deserves a shot at the EPW Tag Team Titles I'm considering every team we face CREEPERS. Somebody that is very odd and lurks around the malls staring at young girls. Everybody is lurking around the EPW starring at the EPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. Interesting scenario here and that is we all have somewhat held world titles but the big picture is the tag titles and I promise Danny Ryan and Big Dog that they will stay in Anthology NO MATTER WHAT. There will be a BIG PRICE TO PAY for stupidity on your guys part..........Larry Tact and DADDY have no problem accepting this challenge and accepting embarrassing you guys. And as for Lindsay Troy putting Anthology in overtime, she'll pay the price as well....
With all that said.....
Okay, here's the shot out of the cannon for you Lindsay Troy.....
Dan Ryan, Big Dog, EPW. You gotta F(BLEEP)K one, marry one, kill one, GOOOOOO!!!
(...FADEOUT)
(Camera opens up to a night time scene at the home of Jared Wells. He is out back at his mini bar by his pool which is closed up for the season. Tiki torches are lit up around the pool and he is laid back in a long chair wearing sandals, khakis shorts, black sleeveless Anthology tee shirt, drinking a Captain & Coke, also one half of the EPW TAG TITLE resting in his lap)
JARED WELLS: You know, I've done a million things with lots of different women over my career. Last night I had a pretty hot date with this fire crotch redhead. Simple dinner and a movie and the next thing you know right after I parted the red sea, she started calling me DADDY MOSES in the morning. Now, one thing I've never ever done in my life is hit a woman but Lindsay Troy you are damn near crossing that line. What do you say to the lady with two black eyes? Nothing, DADDY already told you twice. NOW........
Being the man in this business isn't something you put on in the morning and take off at night. I've been called every single name in the dictionary but when it all comes down to one word........one word to describe Jared Wells and that is UNIQUE. Unique isn't just another word that teachers tell their special students. Oh no, when the teacher says wear red and green on the last day before Christmas break, I put on purple and black just because I can. The EPW Champion Triple X Sean Stevens claims to be the king. I claim to be the DADDY. The First loves to come out and constantly whine about how he was screwed. Jared Wells sucks it up, goes out to a bar and laughs about it. It's not about smoking crack, drinking till you're rendered unconsious, or beating the crap out of anyone that crosses your path. It's all about being the man and refusing to follow a crowd that forces you to think the same way they do even if it means becoming an outcast to society. Simply JARED WELLS. Now onto what pisses me off today....
Now Lindsay Troy comes out and says one man IS A FORMER THREE TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. She then says he is a FORMER WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION with THREE different men. Yet she forgot to add that he is an ALL TIME OVERRATED F(BLEEP)K that gets more hype and credit than he's actually worth.
Oh Big Dog, Big Dog, Big Dog, how you've seem to shaken up the EPW with your surprise appearance at Aggression. I sincerely welcome you to this cluster F(BLEEP)K of a tag team situation at Russian Roulette. Nothing I get off more than seeing somebody who had a pretty good run back in the day and everybody just bowed down to your feet thinking you were the man. Let's face it the EPW loves the marketing strategy and is going to do whatever it takes to HYPE you up like your a big deal. To the point where people begin to feel they need to consume it. But just like everybody I've ever had to deal with in your situation, in the end MILLIONS OF SUCKERS fell for the hype. I wasn't born yesterday and I know your track record BIG DOG and it doesn't phase me one bit. The fact of the matter is now I'm your problem and now I will kill off whatever is left in you. When this is all said and done your new job will be at some deli taking numbers. Or you'll be that guy on those infomercials late at night talking about how your wife would love for you to wipe your ass better and that your dingleberries are making your underwear a nasty mess. But she insists you go down in the basement and take care of your own underwear. All together its a joke much like your EPW run. Daddy is the CULT ICON, you just so happen to be in my backyard B(BLEEP)T and I got your big bone right here.
(Jared then grabs his crotch and takes a sip of his Captain & Coke)
Oh Danny Boy, Danny Ryan, Danny Boy hear me out. I'm almost damn near excited that you've returned and I can't tell you how long I've waited for this very moment big man. I'm going to pretty much come out and say your return along with teaming with Big Dog is damn near ranked as lame. You two might have shocked the world with everyone happier than a sissy with a bag of D(BLEEP)KS but I'm not really impressed. If we take a look back on memory lane I believe the last time I saw Dan Ryan in my realm was when he was brought in with others to try and topple me and my crew. What happened Dan Ryan? FAILURE......COMPLETE EPIC FAILURE. And today we call that the inner circle infection. What happened then, will happen again.
Bottom line Lindsay Troy has hired Dan Ryan and Big Dog to TRY and kill off the legend of Anthology without any evidence. She pretty much bought, locked, stocked and paid for your title shot. You both went as far as taking money from Lindsay Troy which in my book makes you both prostitutes. I'm just the pimp in this situation planning on treating you both like ho's, slapping the piss right out of you both for negotiating with Troy.
Since NOBODY deserves a shot at the EPW Tag Team Titles I'm considering every team we face CREEPERS. Somebody that is very odd and lurks around the malls staring at young girls. Everybody is lurking around the EPW starring at the EPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. Interesting scenario here and that is we all have somewhat held world titles but the big picture is the tag titles and I promise Danny Ryan and Big Dog that they will stay in Anthology NO MATTER WHAT. There will be a BIG PRICE TO PAY for stupidity on your guys part..........Larry Tact and DADDY have no problem accepting this challenge and accepting embarrassing you guys. And as for Lindsay Troy putting Anthology in overtime, she'll pay the price as well....
With all that said.....
Okay, here's the shot out of the cannon for you Lindsay Troy.....
Dan Ryan, Big Dog, EPW. You gotta F(BLEEP)K one, marry one, kill one, GOOOOOO!!!
(...FADEOUT)
BigDaddy
League Member
Don't Call It A Comeback
The Chicago metro area presents many faces to first time visitors. There is the spectacle of theSears Willis Tower, the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, and the pageantry of the Magnificent Mile. But there is also poverty, crime, and a laughable public school system. Whatever you're looking for, there's a good chance you can find it in or around Chicago.
On this night, we happen to be looking for one particular home. It is located somewhere in the northwest suburbs, and it's never been seen before by these cameras. There are certainly larger, more stately homes around Chicago occupied by folks like Michael Jordan or Oprah Winfrey, but this one is more than sufficient for a retired professional wrestler.
The cameras find their way inside the home and make a left at the bottom of a high staircase. Inside the office, we find a large wooden desk. The man behind it is leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the corner. On the opposite wall, a large screen TV is playing the latest promos from EPW television. As it finishes, a half smile crosses the face of Paul Bennett ... better known as BigDog.
BigDog: Back in the day, in addition to keeping up with the general rambling of the lunatic fringe like Mr. Wells up there, I'd have stacks upon stacks of match tapes lined up in the office here for studying. There was no opponent that I didn't know inside and out before I ever stepped in the ring with them.
This time, however, I'm not really up for that.
In the past, I'd look at a group like Jared Wells and Larry Tact and the rest of their Anthology brethren, and I'd make it my mission in life to rid my federation of them. Hell, it was my slogan for all those years ... cleaning up crap like them from my figurative "yard".
I would stop at nothing. No matter the blood spilled, no matter the bones broken, no matter how many nights I spent in the hospital ... I wouldn't stop until I had taken care of each and every one of them. The fans, the people who put their faith in guys like me, deserved nothing less. I gave them everything I had for more years than I can count, and looking back I wouldn't change a minute of it.
But, that was then, and this is now.
This time around, I'm only doing this for one person. Lindsay called, and I answered. Simple as that.
She said she had a couple of punks over here that needed to be taught a lesson, and that's exactly what I'm here for. There is no "EPW run" in my future, Wells. I have no desire for the belts around your waists. I've had more than my share of titles through the years, and adding one more set of hardware to my resume accomplishes nothing. Wherever history decides to place me, that chapter has been written already.
Lindsay wants me to smack you guys around, and that's just what I'm going to do. She got me the perfect partner to do it with as well.
In case you haven't heard, Dan Ryan and I know a thing or two about tag team wrestling. I also know, better than anybody, what he's capable of. He and I held tag team gold together for nearly a year, and then we damn near killed each other with the future of an entire federation at stake. I know the depths of his talent, and he knows just how far I'm willing to go for something I believe in.
Yeah, I've been out of the ring for over a year. I still hit the gym from time to time, but nowhere near as much as I did when I was active. I'm not stupid. I fully expect that I'm going to pretty much hurt all over by the time this week is done. Hell, I might even end up spending another night or two laid up in a hospital.
But I don't care.
BigDog smiles.
BigDog: Not like I really have anyplace I have to be next week.
The smile disappears as quickly as it appeared.
BigDog: But I will guarantee you one thing. The two of you will KNOW you have been in a fight.
I don't expect you to actually learn anything, and Lord knows I don't expect that you'll actually change. Next week, you'll be back out here again professing yourself to be the hottest thing going, and if we're lucky we'll get to watch you grab your crotch some more. That never gets old!
But, somewhere in the back of your mind, you're going to know that two guys you wrote off as being washed up, over the hill, past their prime, or whatever other cliche you can attach to us gave you the absolute beating of your lives.
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to head for St. Louis.
BigDog clicks off the TV and gets up from his desk. The camera fades to black as he turns and exits the office.
The Chicago metro area presents many faces to first time visitors. There is the spectacle of the
On this night, we happen to be looking for one particular home. It is located somewhere in the northwest suburbs, and it's never been seen before by these cameras. There are certainly larger, more stately homes around Chicago occupied by folks like Michael Jordan or Oprah Winfrey, but this one is more than sufficient for a retired professional wrestler.
The cameras find their way inside the home and make a left at the bottom of a high staircase. Inside the office, we find a large wooden desk. The man behind it is leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the corner. On the opposite wall, a large screen TV is playing the latest promos from EPW television. As it finishes, a half smile crosses the face of Paul Bennett ... better known as BigDog.
BigDog: Back in the day, in addition to keeping up with the general rambling of the lunatic fringe like Mr. Wells up there, I'd have stacks upon stacks of match tapes lined up in the office here for studying. There was no opponent that I didn't know inside and out before I ever stepped in the ring with them.
This time, however, I'm not really up for that.
In the past, I'd look at a group like Jared Wells and Larry Tact and the rest of their Anthology brethren, and I'd make it my mission in life to rid my federation of them. Hell, it was my slogan for all those years ... cleaning up crap like them from my figurative "yard".
I would stop at nothing. No matter the blood spilled, no matter the bones broken, no matter how many nights I spent in the hospital ... I wouldn't stop until I had taken care of each and every one of them. The fans, the people who put their faith in guys like me, deserved nothing less. I gave them everything I had for more years than I can count, and looking back I wouldn't change a minute of it.
But, that was then, and this is now.
This time around, I'm only doing this for one person. Lindsay called, and I answered. Simple as that.
She said she had a couple of punks over here that needed to be taught a lesson, and that's exactly what I'm here for. There is no "EPW run" in my future, Wells. I have no desire for the belts around your waists. I've had more than my share of titles through the years, and adding one more set of hardware to my resume accomplishes nothing. Wherever history decides to place me, that chapter has been written already.
Lindsay wants me to smack you guys around, and that's just what I'm going to do. She got me the perfect partner to do it with as well.
In case you haven't heard, Dan Ryan and I know a thing or two about tag team wrestling. I also know, better than anybody, what he's capable of. He and I held tag team gold together for nearly a year, and then we damn near killed each other with the future of an entire federation at stake. I know the depths of his talent, and he knows just how far I'm willing to go for something I believe in.
Yeah, I've been out of the ring for over a year. I still hit the gym from time to time, but nowhere near as much as I did when I was active. I'm not stupid. I fully expect that I'm going to pretty much hurt all over by the time this week is done. Hell, I might even end up spending another night or two laid up in a hospital.
But I don't care.
BigDog smiles.
BigDog: Not like I really have anyplace I have to be next week.
The smile disappears as quickly as it appeared.
BigDog: But I will guarantee you one thing. The two of you will KNOW you have been in a fight.
I don't expect you to actually learn anything, and Lord knows I don't expect that you'll actually change. Next week, you'll be back out here again professing yourself to be the hottest thing going, and if we're lucky we'll get to watch you grab your crotch some more. That never gets old!
But, somewhere in the back of your mind, you're going to know that two guys you wrote off as being washed up, over the hill, past their prime, or whatever other cliche you can attach to us gave you the absolute beating of your lives.
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to head for St. Louis.
BigDog clicks off the TV and gets up from his desk. The camera fades to black as he turns and exits the office.
BarryClarkJr
DADDY
Call what a comeback?
9:34pm ET
(Camera opens up to the home of one half of the EPW Tag Team Champions Jared Wells. Jared is sitting at his outside bar by his covered up pool having a few drinks. He is wearing sandals, jeans, black cut off ANTHOLOGY tee shirt. He is sitting on the outside of the bar while the TV on the wall is silent showing EPW footage. On the bar consists of a bottle of Captain Morgan, EPW Tag Title Belt, and a bag)
JARED WELLS: You know the last time I was in Chicago it was 'Jared Wells Appreciation Night' and I handed out the infamous Dangle Bags to the crowd and it looks like at Russian Roulette I'll have to hand another one out to our visiting friend. In fact the Dangle Bag is a limited edition labeled DANGLE BAG: BIG DOG EDITION. Let's see what we have in this goody bag here for Big Dog.
(Jared picks up the bag from the bar then pulls out a pack of pencils)
Well it seems like you've gone from past WORLD CHAMPION to lost babbling pencil pusher. Since you are not a gym rat like you used to be, pencil pushing is very hard on a lost legend especially like yourself. What else do we have here?
(Jared then pulls out a muzzle device)
Oh lord look at this wonderful thing here. A muzzle for Big Dog to prevent unwanted biting or unwanted barking. Looks like you won't be needing this pal because it seems like your already wearing one. Don't come out here and tell me what you used to do because your already wasting my time. Maybe you can find your courage you once had and take the MOTHER F(BLEEP)KING thing off. Ask Danny Ryan, I mean he is the Ego Buster.
(Jared then pulls out a pink G-String)
OHHHHHH well that isn't suppose to be in there. I TOLD HER NOT TO GO IN THIS BAG!! DAMMIT!
(Jared then smirks, throws the g string behind and and sits forward)
Now, Lindsay Troy called you because some punks needed to be taught a lesson? What in the hell can you possibly teach DADDY? We all know that fig newtons were named after the city of Newton in Massachusetts and not after Isaac Newton. What else does Jared Wells need to know? Yes, condoms should be a smart choice to prevent disease and pregnancy. It's not my fault one night I got all drunk after winning a world title, had a hot one night stand and she said NO GLOVE? NO LOVE! I said no problem, I'll just pull out girl. OOOOPPPSSS. Started thinking stupid right away......UHHHHH maybe I can wash it off? Did DADDY learn his lesson? Nope. Any more lessons Big Dog you want to talk about? One lesson I will teach you is a hard one and that will be DON'T F(BLEEP)K with Jared Wells. You come out here talking like I'm some kid with no history. I suggest to you that instead of hitting the gym you might want to spend the rest of your nights before Russian Roulette learning about the legend of Jared Wells. PAL, we've all held world titles, DAN RYAN, LARRY TACT, BIG DOG, and JARED WELLS. And everything you've heard about Jared Wells is about damn true.
Of course you have no desire to continue your career in the EPW because I won't let you. You already sound tired and defeated there BIG DOG. Your mindset of not caring for the EPW TAG TITLES just shows you how pathetic you are and how much of a CHEAP SCAM you are to the rest of the EPW. And yes, you've answered my question on why Danny Ryan and Big Dog doesn't deserve the title shot. The people paid their high dollar tickets to see the legends of Dan Ryan and Big Dog. Too bad in the end they'll be left scratching their asses wondering what happen to the man they call BIG DOG. I'll come out the next night proclaiming that it wasn't BIG DOG at Russian Roulette but it was THE BIG LAZY DOG. Your yard doesn't even measure up to my land, my EARTH.
Does your milkshake bring all the boys to your yard? And they're like, it's better than yours, damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge.
(Jared then just busts out laughing)
Maybe since Big LAZY Dog isn't himself now these days maybe DADDY makes a protest to have Lindsay Troy to take his place. That would make it worth showing up and make me happy. Big Lazy Dog if you have nothing to bring or anything logic to say I suggest you SHUT THE F(BLEEP)K up. When it is all said and done BIG LAZY DOG, I'll send you back to the kennel, then they can ship you back to where you were once a star. Whisper in that companies ear and ask the big question. Ask the fat kid in the front row I don't give a damn, BUT ASK THEM......
WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
(...FADEOUT)
9:34pm ET
(Camera opens up to the home of one half of the EPW Tag Team Champions Jared Wells. Jared is sitting at his outside bar by his covered up pool having a few drinks. He is wearing sandals, jeans, black cut off ANTHOLOGY tee shirt. He is sitting on the outside of the bar while the TV on the wall is silent showing EPW footage. On the bar consists of a bottle of Captain Morgan, EPW Tag Title Belt, and a bag)
JARED WELLS: You know the last time I was in Chicago it was 'Jared Wells Appreciation Night' and I handed out the infamous Dangle Bags to the crowd and it looks like at Russian Roulette I'll have to hand another one out to our visiting friend. In fact the Dangle Bag is a limited edition labeled DANGLE BAG: BIG DOG EDITION. Let's see what we have in this goody bag here for Big Dog.
(Jared picks up the bag from the bar then pulls out a pack of pencils)
Well it seems like you've gone from past WORLD CHAMPION to lost babbling pencil pusher. Since you are not a gym rat like you used to be, pencil pushing is very hard on a lost legend especially like yourself. What else do we have here?
(Jared then pulls out a muzzle device)
Oh lord look at this wonderful thing here. A muzzle for Big Dog to prevent unwanted biting or unwanted barking. Looks like you won't be needing this pal because it seems like your already wearing one. Don't come out here and tell me what you used to do because your already wasting my time. Maybe you can find your courage you once had and take the MOTHER F(BLEEP)KING thing off. Ask Danny Ryan, I mean he is the Ego Buster.
(Jared then pulls out a pink G-String)
OHHHHHH well that isn't suppose to be in there. I TOLD HER NOT TO GO IN THIS BAG!! DAMMIT!
(Jared then smirks, throws the g string behind and and sits forward)
Now, Lindsay Troy called you because some punks needed to be taught a lesson? What in the hell can you possibly teach DADDY? We all know that fig newtons were named after the city of Newton in Massachusetts and not after Isaac Newton. What else does Jared Wells need to know? Yes, condoms should be a smart choice to prevent disease and pregnancy. It's not my fault one night I got all drunk after winning a world title, had a hot one night stand and she said NO GLOVE? NO LOVE! I said no problem, I'll just pull out girl. OOOOPPPSSS. Started thinking stupid right away......UHHHHH maybe I can wash it off? Did DADDY learn his lesson? Nope. Any more lessons Big Dog you want to talk about? One lesson I will teach you is a hard one and that will be DON'T F(BLEEP)K with Jared Wells. You come out here talking like I'm some kid with no history. I suggest to you that instead of hitting the gym you might want to spend the rest of your nights before Russian Roulette learning about the legend of Jared Wells. PAL, we've all held world titles, DAN RYAN, LARRY TACT, BIG DOG, and JARED WELLS. And everything you've heard about Jared Wells is about damn true.
Of course you have no desire to continue your career in the EPW because I won't let you. You already sound tired and defeated there BIG DOG. Your mindset of not caring for the EPW TAG TITLES just shows you how pathetic you are and how much of a CHEAP SCAM you are to the rest of the EPW. And yes, you've answered my question on why Danny Ryan and Big Dog doesn't deserve the title shot. The people paid their high dollar tickets to see the legends of Dan Ryan and Big Dog. Too bad in the end they'll be left scratching their asses wondering what happen to the man they call BIG DOG. I'll come out the next night proclaiming that it wasn't BIG DOG at Russian Roulette but it was THE BIG LAZY DOG. Your yard doesn't even measure up to my land, my EARTH.
Does your milkshake bring all the boys to your yard? And they're like, it's better than yours, damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge.
(Jared then just busts out laughing)
Maybe since Big LAZY Dog isn't himself now these days maybe DADDY makes a protest to have Lindsay Troy to take his place. That would make it worth showing up and make me happy. Big Lazy Dog if you have nothing to bring or anything logic to say I suggest you SHUT THE F(BLEEP)K up. When it is all said and done BIG LAZY DOG, I'll send you back to the kennel, then they can ship you back to where you were once a star. Whisper in that companies ear and ask the big question. Ask the fat kid in the front row I don't give a damn, BUT ASK THEM......
WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
(...FADEOUT)
FADE IN....
A high backed leather chair in an office building overlooking Discovery Park in Houston, TX - somewhere around the 27th floor.
Dan Ryan sits leaning slightly back with a bit of a smirk on his face.
Ryan: "Blah blah blah blah blah....."
"Don't even talk, Jared Wells. Don't even for a second talk to me or Big Dog in any way other than with utter and complete reverence for the fact that we are as far above you in the pecking order of this business... this life... in talent... in charisma... and in every other possible way that matters... as I am above the city outside."
"Don't for a single second use your silly little colloquialisms, your goofy little reference points or your 'come to daddy' nonsense and think even a little bit that anything about you could even in your dreams measure up to a tenth of who we are."
"Don't bring up NEW Era and try to paint some sort of retroactive history of me trying to invade it and topple you and that somehow since you were the World Champion it made you a target that I was unable to hit. You weren't a blip on my screen, you weren't the goal. Yeah, I was trying real hard to take you out there Jared. I found a tag partner and went after the tag belts. Way to take aim, huh?"
"I guess saying you have an overinflated opinion of yourself is a little like saying Kate Gosselin is a publicity whore, but it still needs to be said. You come out and try and paint Big Dog as overrated but I had to tell him who the hell you were. And didn't you let your mouth cause you to get owned by another freakin' promotion's champ not too long ago, Jared?? Didn't Joe the freakin' Plumber drop the hammer on you for running your mouth a little too much?"
"And you're gonna call me out?"
"At least you showed up though, right? Where the hell is your partner anyway? Still tryin' to schedule that operation to get my boot dislodged from his ass after our match in TEAM?"
"I'll tell you what, Wells - it doesn't matter. You think this is about a challenge for the World Tag Team Titles. You're mistaken. This is for the belts, but this is about teaching you a lesson. I didn't drag Big Dog out of retirement to win a few belts and go on a last run at glory. We are the pinnacle of tag team wrestling over the last three years and you know it."
"This is about beating you up. That's all."
"Who's my daddy? My daddy was James Ryan. You?"
"YOU'RE my bi*ch."
FADE OUT....
A high backed leather chair in an office building overlooking Discovery Park in Houston, TX - somewhere around the 27th floor.
Dan Ryan sits leaning slightly back with a bit of a smirk on his face.
Ryan: "Blah blah blah blah blah....."
"Don't even talk, Jared Wells. Don't even for a second talk to me or Big Dog in any way other than with utter and complete reverence for the fact that we are as far above you in the pecking order of this business... this life... in talent... in charisma... and in every other possible way that matters... as I am above the city outside."
"Don't for a single second use your silly little colloquialisms, your goofy little reference points or your 'come to daddy' nonsense and think even a little bit that anything about you could even in your dreams measure up to a tenth of who we are."
"Don't bring up NEW Era and try to paint some sort of retroactive history of me trying to invade it and topple you and that somehow since you were the World Champion it made you a target that I was unable to hit. You weren't a blip on my screen, you weren't the goal. Yeah, I was trying real hard to take you out there Jared. I found a tag partner and went after the tag belts. Way to take aim, huh?"
"I guess saying you have an overinflated opinion of yourself is a little like saying Kate Gosselin is a publicity whore, but it still needs to be said. You come out and try and paint Big Dog as overrated but I had to tell him who the hell you were. And didn't you let your mouth cause you to get owned by another freakin' promotion's champ not too long ago, Jared?? Didn't Joe the freakin' Plumber drop the hammer on you for running your mouth a little too much?"
"And you're gonna call me out?"
"At least you showed up though, right? Where the hell is your partner anyway? Still tryin' to schedule that operation to get my boot dislodged from his ass after our match in TEAM?"
"I'll tell you what, Wells - it doesn't matter. You think this is about a challenge for the World Tag Team Titles. You're mistaken. This is for the belts, but this is about teaching you a lesson. I didn't drag Big Dog out of retirement to win a few belts and go on a last run at glory. We are the pinnacle of tag team wrestling over the last three years and you know it."
"This is about beating you up. That's all."
"Who's my daddy? My daddy was James Ryan. You?"
"YOU'RE my bi*ch."
FADE OUT....
BarryClarkJr
DADDY
(Camera opens up to Jared Wells standing at his bar behind his house poolside cleaning up and getting ready to head out to the airport. Camera pans in as he is wiping up the bar with a rag and begins to talk while cleaning)
JARED WELLS: LSD. One of the cheapest drugs available, it is neither addictive nor physically dangerous. Taken by an intelligent, open-minded person, it can create fantastic revelations and experiences. It is not a good party drug, and in a hostile environment such as of hanging out in an office..... it can lead to what is known as a bad trip, where the person under the influence of the substance in question has an experience which is totally frightening. Dan Ryan, welcome to the INNER CIRCLE.
(Jared Wells leans down and grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels. He then places FIVE empty shot glasses in a row on his bar and pours big shots for each glass. He then twists the cap back onto the bottle and picks up the first shot)
Christian Sands.
(Giggles like a female then takes the shot. He swipes his mouth with his wrist and grabs number two)
Maelstrom. I'm the reason why he is retired.
(Shot number two down, grabs number three)
Lindsay Troy. Always a potential love gun trigger puller but in the end was just like the rest of a group, trigger happy and full of blanks in the guns.
(Shot number three down, picks up number four and stares at it)
Dan Ryan. The former owner of EPW. The Reigning CSWA UNIFIED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! EGO BUUUUUSSSTTTAAA!
(Jolts shot number four down and picks up the final shot)
INNER CIRCLE!!
(Jared then places the shot down on the bar with a confused look on his face and backtracks to what Dan Ryan was talking about)
DAN RYAN: "Don't bring up NEW Era and try to paint some sort of retroactive history of me trying to invade it and topple you and that somehow since you were the World Champion it made you a target that I was unable to hit. You weren't a blip on my screen, you weren't the goal. Yeah, I was trying real hard to take you out there Jared. I found a tag partner and went after the tag belts. Way to take aim, huh?"
(Jared then takes the final shot, slams the shot glass onto the bar and looks into the camera)
Your right, I was never a blip on your screen. In fact I'm not sure if you know the difference between your "BLIP" or your "SCREEN." Obviously I'm not sure if your the EGO BUSTER or a CRACKO SMOKER because you sit there on the 27th Floor sharpening pencils and talking about NEW Era? Who said anything about NEW Era? That would be like DADDY taking the position of PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. First question would more than likely be about the oil. What about the oil, who said something about oil B(BLEEP)CH you cookin'? NO! You remember when The INNER CIRCLE joined a company and the hype was so built up that L.O.V.E would be destroyed instantly? You guys came, we saw, and we annihilated you four and it was F(BLEEP)KING EXHILARATING. The entire idea was like some plastic F(BLEEP)K doll just laying there doing nothing as it showed no signs of enjoyment. Nothing is going to change now at Russian Roulette Danny Ryan.
You claim to have been the pinnacle of tag team wrestling of the last three years with Big LAZY Dog. Lindsay Troy had to go out of the company to retrieve competition for Larry Tact and Jared Wells because the tag team system here in the EPW is busted. Busted as in trying to describe a very ugly chick who can barely be described as a chick. BUUSSSTTTEED. Thank god for Anthology for making the EPW Tag Titles mean something around here and the belts are staying with us no matter WHO we have to face. Call whoever you have to Danny Ryan, call Maelstrom, call James Ryan, and dare to try and teach me a lesson. But just like everyone else who has told me that over my career I will prove that your lesson by Dan Ryan is a trend, fad, and old toy that used to be cool, now is considered out of style. As far as you telling Big LAZY Dog who I was, I had to ask the GOOGLE machine who he was and all it brought up was beastiality sites. But we won't go there.
As far as the plumber is concerned, yeah maybe I did open my mouth too far but if I can recall, I can't even remember I did it. Must have been a drunken panty raid night, I don't know. I remember getting a phone call the next day about having a weekend match with him, starting Friday and ending Sunday. I was incoherent for that memo as well but I do remember having a phone call conversation with him talking about the SHOCKER. He would say a line, then daddy would say a line.
Going to town, with one in the brown.
Two in the beav, with an ace up the sleeve.
Two in the beaver, one in the cleaver.
Two in the beaver, one where food leaves her.
Two in the bird, one in the turd.
Two in the blood, one in the mud.
Two in the boat, one in the moat.
Two in the bow, one in the stern.
Two in the buckle, one in the knuckle.
.....you get the point. Hell I'd rather hang out with the plumber than a drag queen called Shawn Jessica Hart. It's not his fault on the weekends he loves to sport a skirt and dress pretty because he gets the best of both worlds. Towards the end of SJH run in Anthology I just remember the crowd every night going "OH MAN THAT CHICKS A DUDE? OH MAAANNN!" Cameron Cruise will defeat Tranny Hart and retain his Intercontinental title.
(Jared then reaches down and cracks open a beer)
Sorry. Sometimes daddy gets a little carried away. DANNY RYAN!! When it is all said and done you and Big LAZY Dog, you guys can go back to your incredibly boring job pushin' that pencil as only as you can. I'm going to push you two around the ring until the S(BLEEP)T has hit a point where there is no immediate return or when you can't say or do anything else but to say OOOOOHHHH LOOORRRDDD I RESPECT YOU JJJJAARRRREEDD WELLLLSSSSSS.
How do you stop that Big Dog who's humping your leg Dan Ryan? Just whack him off like you've done the past three years.
(...fadeout)
JARED WELLS: LSD. One of the cheapest drugs available, it is neither addictive nor physically dangerous. Taken by an intelligent, open-minded person, it can create fantastic revelations and experiences. It is not a good party drug, and in a hostile environment such as of hanging out in an office..... it can lead to what is known as a bad trip, where the person under the influence of the substance in question has an experience which is totally frightening. Dan Ryan, welcome to the INNER CIRCLE.
(Jared Wells leans down and grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels. He then places FIVE empty shot glasses in a row on his bar and pours big shots for each glass. He then twists the cap back onto the bottle and picks up the first shot)
Christian Sands.
(Giggles like a female then takes the shot. He swipes his mouth with his wrist and grabs number two)
Maelstrom. I'm the reason why he is retired.
(Shot number two down, grabs number three)
Lindsay Troy. Always a potential love gun trigger puller but in the end was just like the rest of a group, trigger happy and full of blanks in the guns.
(Shot number three down, picks up number four and stares at it)
Dan Ryan. The former owner of EPW. The Reigning CSWA UNIFIED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! EGO BUUUUUSSSTTTAAA!
(Jolts shot number four down and picks up the final shot)
INNER CIRCLE!!
(Jared then places the shot down on the bar with a confused look on his face and backtracks to what Dan Ryan was talking about)
DAN RYAN: "Don't bring up NEW Era and try to paint some sort of retroactive history of me trying to invade it and topple you and that somehow since you were the World Champion it made you a target that I was unable to hit. You weren't a blip on my screen, you weren't the goal. Yeah, I was trying real hard to take you out there Jared. I found a tag partner and went after the tag belts. Way to take aim, huh?"
(Jared then takes the final shot, slams the shot glass onto the bar and looks into the camera)
Your right, I was never a blip on your screen. In fact I'm not sure if you know the difference between your "BLIP" or your "SCREEN." Obviously I'm not sure if your the EGO BUSTER or a CRACKO SMOKER because you sit there on the 27th Floor sharpening pencils and talking about NEW Era? Who said anything about NEW Era? That would be like DADDY taking the position of PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. First question would more than likely be about the oil. What about the oil, who said something about oil B(BLEEP)CH you cookin'? NO! You remember when The INNER CIRCLE joined a company and the hype was so built up that L.O.V.E would be destroyed instantly? You guys came, we saw, and we annihilated you four and it was F(BLEEP)KING EXHILARATING. The entire idea was like some plastic F(BLEEP)K doll just laying there doing nothing as it showed no signs of enjoyment. Nothing is going to change now at Russian Roulette Danny Ryan.
You claim to have been the pinnacle of tag team wrestling of the last three years with Big LAZY Dog. Lindsay Troy had to go out of the company to retrieve competition for Larry Tact and Jared Wells because the tag team system here in the EPW is busted. Busted as in trying to describe a very ugly chick who can barely be described as a chick. BUUSSSTTTEED. Thank god for Anthology for making the EPW Tag Titles mean something around here and the belts are staying with us no matter WHO we have to face. Call whoever you have to Danny Ryan, call Maelstrom, call James Ryan, and dare to try and teach me a lesson. But just like everyone else who has told me that over my career I will prove that your lesson by Dan Ryan is a trend, fad, and old toy that used to be cool, now is considered out of style. As far as you telling Big LAZY Dog who I was, I had to ask the GOOGLE machine who he was and all it brought up was beastiality sites. But we won't go there.
As far as the plumber is concerned, yeah maybe I did open my mouth too far but if I can recall, I can't even remember I did it. Must have been a drunken panty raid night, I don't know. I remember getting a phone call the next day about having a weekend match with him, starting Friday and ending Sunday. I was incoherent for that memo as well but I do remember having a phone call conversation with him talking about the SHOCKER. He would say a line, then daddy would say a line.
Going to town, with one in the brown.
Two in the beav, with an ace up the sleeve.
Two in the beaver, one in the cleaver.
Two in the beaver, one where food leaves her.
Two in the bird, one in the turd.
Two in the blood, one in the mud.
Two in the boat, one in the moat.
Two in the bow, one in the stern.
Two in the buckle, one in the knuckle.
.....you get the point. Hell I'd rather hang out with the plumber than a drag queen called Shawn Jessica Hart. It's not his fault on the weekends he loves to sport a skirt and dress pretty because he gets the best of both worlds. Towards the end of SJH run in Anthology I just remember the crowd every night going "OH MAN THAT CHICKS A DUDE? OH MAAANNN!" Cameron Cruise will defeat Tranny Hart and retain his Intercontinental title.
(Jared then reaches down and cracks open a beer)
Sorry. Sometimes daddy gets a little carried away. DANNY RYAN!! When it is all said and done you and Big LAZY Dog, you guys can go back to your incredibly boring job pushin' that pencil as only as you can. I'm going to push you two around the ring until the S(BLEEP)T has hit a point where there is no immediate return or when you can't say or do anything else but to say OOOOOHHHH LOOORRRDDD I RESPECT YOU JJJJAARRRREEDD WELLLLSSSSSS.
How do you stop that Big Dog who's humping your leg Dan Ryan? Just whack him off like you've done the past three years.
(...fadeout)
Starbreaker
Member
Falling...
FADE IN: on a small room with beige walls, and poster-sized photos hanging one next to another. They feature such stars as Honus Wagner and Rickey Henderson; Bill Russell and Michael Jordan; Jim Brown and Art Monk; Bryan Trottier and Mark Messier. Sitting in front of the wall, on a chair, is Larry Tact. His EPW World Tag Team Championship lays across his lap, but he looks straight ahead, his back leaned against the chair.
LARRY TACT: "When you look at the legends of different sports, there are so many different stories. There are so many different paths taken, all reaching a common destination. Greatness. Achievement exceeding the average performance within that given sport... an athletic peak that only a small percentage are capable of obtaining."
"These men are a few of those who were able to reach that pinnacle of their sport. They are legends... Hall of Fame worthy. And they vary pretty far in the ways they got to that point. These guys didn't all just shoot to the top, necessarily, nor find the Promised Land of their sports in a year or two. They had to work at it, and make their legacies known."
"The Anthology is on their way, in our sport, to that Promised Land. We will make our legend known, both individually and as a dominant collective."
"But... I've been slipping."
He shakes his head.
"It's a slump, there's no way around it. Ever since my match with... Dan Ryan... it seems I've had some sort of drought. I've found myself making stupid mistakes... ridiculous decisions, ones I'm not accustomed to making. I've been second guessing myself, and it's only paid off in setbacks."
"And now Lindsay Troy has decided to take a cheap shot at Anthology, because we showed her how the tag team division wasn't up to snuff at Aggression. So what does she do, who does she bring in to face us in a 'warm-up' before our tag title defense?"
"That's right... Dan Ryan and his pet."
He scoffs.
"Big Dog, I don't know too much about you. Meaning, I haven't been in the ring with you before. I'm sure plenty of people can ring off the achievements you've claimed in A1E... the titles, the Pier Six Brawls, big time wins. Yeah, I can tell you've built up a reputation for yourself. That doesn't mean that I know much about you, though. I thought maybe that's a good thing. If I have someone who isn't as familiar, maybe it'll push me when I'm out there, thinking you won't just be the same old story, the same tired song."
"But then I realized, you're the champion of generic."
"A 'hard worker' who just wants to please the fans. Pathetic. I heard you stayed in A1E because you didn't think you needed to make a name for yourself somewhere else. That's just another way of saying you think A1E is the hottest s**t around, and your arrogance kept you locked in there. You never know until you try... and by not trying, you could live in your little bubble, and keep your misconceptions safe to yourself and your little buddies there. The people love you, your rep stays intact within that space, and you live happily ever after, as an A1E legend."
"So just get out. We don't need a guy who walked away from the sport, because he had 'done all he needed to.' We don't need one of you here. You're stepping into this place at a time AFTER you were already content to hang 'em up. Why bother? Because Dan Ryan and Lindsay Troy asked you to? A guy who tried to end the existence of the only promotion you thought was good enough to have you for years?! And a woman who is irrevocably tied to him? Come on, Big Dog...."
"That just goes to show what you bring to the table. You might have a reputation as a hard worker in the ring... but it seems like your convictions are as strong as melted butter. And your damn right I'm going to call you on going along with Troy's scheme, and teaming with Dan Ryan. Go ahead and say I don't know anything about your ties to them, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell what I just spelled out. It's common knowledge what went down, and why you shouldn't want to be anywhere but opposing Ryan."
"But one thing has changed your mind. Your arrogance. It's brought you here, thinking what you did in A1E makes you good enough to compete anywhere, on a whim. But you aren't going to have it your way, here, with your Dog Pound. You're going to pay for that arrogance, courtesy of Anthology."
He chuckles.
"I should have known it'd be like this, though. Forget the fact that Ryan shouldn't even BE here to compete... it's just flat-out ironic. That the person he's teaming with is the person who should be even MORE pissed at seeing Ryan in the ring again, than me. Because if I remember correctly, I watched Big Dog and Dan Ryan beat the hell out of each other, JUST LAST YEAR.... in order to see who would stay and who would GO. Dan Ryan or.... A1E."
"I guess a lot of people ended up wasting their $49.99 on that night, if they expected a conclusive 'finale' to that....."
"And yet, they're going to come in and show us what a 'real' dominant tag team is! Because they had a legendary run themselves, people will say."
"Sorry, I don't buy that so much."
"Because let's look at this... you two were able to coexist as a tag team. Great. You were both individually talented, and had the competency to suppress a tag division that, from what I hear, was on life support. At one point, didn't you not even MAKE a defense for over a month? And Lindsay Troy is getting on OUR cases?"
"Yeah, favoritism much.... but Anthology is already getting a raw deal, so it's not surprising. Nothing surprises me much, these days."
He shrugs.
"Maybe that's what I've been lacking, recently. A feeling like I'm actually being threatened. I just don't feel it anymore. Because all I hear from everyone these days is bulls**t. Constant, unending streams of it on these airwaves, from opposition who serve as prime examples of what Anthology is fighting. Whether it's Shawn Hart, Fusenshoff, or Dan Ryan and Big Dog... you just want to be the end-all be-all of greatness. But it doesn't work that way."
"Everyone has had bumps in the road, and you aren't any different. None of you are. Anthology has rode relatively smoothly to this point, and just because there's two guys who both were supposed to have walked away coming back to reclaim a little spotlight... it doesn't change the fact that you're facing a team who've been more than handling their business, these past few months, when paired up."
He nods.
"But unlike all the Shawn Harts, and Fusenshoffs, I'm not afriad to admit that, Individually, I haven't been carrying my weight. I may not feel threatened by an opponent... but it's costing me. I've somehow run into those moments where I make a mistake, maybe because I feel like it's all under control... and that's what's been killing me. Even the legends have to check themselves, from time to time, and make sure they don't fall into a hole."
"For me, I'm teetering on the edge. And this show will be my time to keep from falling in."
He holds up the tag belt.
"If nothing else... Wells and I will walk out with our straps in tow. And I'll find my way back from there. Because when I look inside myself, I know I've got more to lose than Dan Ryan and Big Dog. Hell, I know I may have the most to lose in Anthology, as things stand. But it doesn't scare me... doesn't bother me."
"Anyone who knows how I am will know... it FUELS me. And that's never going to change."
"Let Dan Ryan and Big Dog try... it won't change the fact that I've GOT to walk into the ring with Wells, against Jungle Storm... with our belts... and I've GOT to walk out with them. Dan Ryan, Big Dog... you two can't soften my resolve. And for all you want to throw at us, you won't change the fact that Anthology will live on, and myself, Jared, AND the EPW World Tag Championship will be apart of it."
"You can only try to share some of that spotlight with us, and then.... mull over the fact that nobody will think twice about you, here, after our match... while the Anthology continues on its way to solidifying its place, which EVERYONE has, and will cotinue to, take notice of."
"So, enjoy your fifteen minutes."
"Anthology will enjoy showing the world what a JOKE this whole scheme of Troy's is, the second the ref's hand hits the mat a third time.... and Anthology moves on, as World Tag Champions."
He holds up the belt, and smiles.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN: on a small room with beige walls, and poster-sized photos hanging one next to another. They feature such stars as Honus Wagner and Rickey Henderson; Bill Russell and Michael Jordan; Jim Brown and Art Monk; Bryan Trottier and Mark Messier. Sitting in front of the wall, on a chair, is Larry Tact. His EPW World Tag Team Championship lays across his lap, but he looks straight ahead, his back leaned against the chair.
LARRY TACT: "When you look at the legends of different sports, there are so many different stories. There are so many different paths taken, all reaching a common destination. Greatness. Achievement exceeding the average performance within that given sport... an athletic peak that only a small percentage are capable of obtaining."
"These men are a few of those who were able to reach that pinnacle of their sport. They are legends... Hall of Fame worthy. And they vary pretty far in the ways they got to that point. These guys didn't all just shoot to the top, necessarily, nor find the Promised Land of their sports in a year or two. They had to work at it, and make their legacies known."
"The Anthology is on their way, in our sport, to that Promised Land. We will make our legend known, both individually and as a dominant collective."
"But... I've been slipping."
He shakes his head.
"It's a slump, there's no way around it. Ever since my match with... Dan Ryan... it seems I've had some sort of drought. I've found myself making stupid mistakes... ridiculous decisions, ones I'm not accustomed to making. I've been second guessing myself, and it's only paid off in setbacks."
"And now Lindsay Troy has decided to take a cheap shot at Anthology, because we showed her how the tag team division wasn't up to snuff at Aggression. So what does she do, who does she bring in to face us in a 'warm-up' before our tag title defense?"
"That's right... Dan Ryan and his pet."
He scoffs.
"Big Dog, I don't know too much about you. Meaning, I haven't been in the ring with you before. I'm sure plenty of people can ring off the achievements you've claimed in A1E... the titles, the Pier Six Brawls, big time wins. Yeah, I can tell you've built up a reputation for yourself. That doesn't mean that I know much about you, though. I thought maybe that's a good thing. If I have someone who isn't as familiar, maybe it'll push me when I'm out there, thinking you won't just be the same old story, the same tired song."
"But then I realized, you're the champion of generic."
"A 'hard worker' who just wants to please the fans. Pathetic. I heard you stayed in A1E because you didn't think you needed to make a name for yourself somewhere else. That's just another way of saying you think A1E is the hottest s**t around, and your arrogance kept you locked in there. You never know until you try... and by not trying, you could live in your little bubble, and keep your misconceptions safe to yourself and your little buddies there. The people love you, your rep stays intact within that space, and you live happily ever after, as an A1E legend."
"So just get out. We don't need a guy who walked away from the sport, because he had 'done all he needed to.' We don't need one of you here. You're stepping into this place at a time AFTER you were already content to hang 'em up. Why bother? Because Dan Ryan and Lindsay Troy asked you to? A guy who tried to end the existence of the only promotion you thought was good enough to have you for years?! And a woman who is irrevocably tied to him? Come on, Big Dog...."
"That just goes to show what you bring to the table. You might have a reputation as a hard worker in the ring... but it seems like your convictions are as strong as melted butter. And your damn right I'm going to call you on going along with Troy's scheme, and teaming with Dan Ryan. Go ahead and say I don't know anything about your ties to them, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell what I just spelled out. It's common knowledge what went down, and why you shouldn't want to be anywhere but opposing Ryan."
"But one thing has changed your mind. Your arrogance. It's brought you here, thinking what you did in A1E makes you good enough to compete anywhere, on a whim. But you aren't going to have it your way, here, with your Dog Pound. You're going to pay for that arrogance, courtesy of Anthology."
He chuckles.
"I should have known it'd be like this, though. Forget the fact that Ryan shouldn't even BE here to compete... it's just flat-out ironic. That the person he's teaming with is the person who should be even MORE pissed at seeing Ryan in the ring again, than me. Because if I remember correctly, I watched Big Dog and Dan Ryan beat the hell out of each other, JUST LAST YEAR.... in order to see who would stay and who would GO. Dan Ryan or.... A1E."
"I guess a lot of people ended up wasting their $49.99 on that night, if they expected a conclusive 'finale' to that....."
"And yet, they're going to come in and show us what a 'real' dominant tag team is! Because they had a legendary run themselves, people will say."
"Sorry, I don't buy that so much."
"Because let's look at this... you two were able to coexist as a tag team. Great. You were both individually talented, and had the competency to suppress a tag division that, from what I hear, was on life support. At one point, didn't you not even MAKE a defense for over a month? And Lindsay Troy is getting on OUR cases?"
"Yeah, favoritism much.... but Anthology is already getting a raw deal, so it's not surprising. Nothing surprises me much, these days."
He shrugs.
"Maybe that's what I've been lacking, recently. A feeling like I'm actually being threatened. I just don't feel it anymore. Because all I hear from everyone these days is bulls**t. Constant, unending streams of it on these airwaves, from opposition who serve as prime examples of what Anthology is fighting. Whether it's Shawn Hart, Fusenshoff, or Dan Ryan and Big Dog... you just want to be the end-all be-all of greatness. But it doesn't work that way."
"Everyone has had bumps in the road, and you aren't any different. None of you are. Anthology has rode relatively smoothly to this point, and just because there's two guys who both were supposed to have walked away coming back to reclaim a little spotlight... it doesn't change the fact that you're facing a team who've been more than handling their business, these past few months, when paired up."
He nods.
"But unlike all the Shawn Harts, and Fusenshoffs, I'm not afriad to admit that, Individually, I haven't been carrying my weight. I may not feel threatened by an opponent... but it's costing me. I've somehow run into those moments where I make a mistake, maybe because I feel like it's all under control... and that's what's been killing me. Even the legends have to check themselves, from time to time, and make sure they don't fall into a hole."
"For me, I'm teetering on the edge. And this show will be my time to keep from falling in."
He holds up the tag belt.
"If nothing else... Wells and I will walk out with our straps in tow. And I'll find my way back from there. Because when I look inside myself, I know I've got more to lose than Dan Ryan and Big Dog. Hell, I know I may have the most to lose in Anthology, as things stand. But it doesn't scare me... doesn't bother me."
"Anyone who knows how I am will know... it FUELS me. And that's never going to change."
"Let Dan Ryan and Big Dog try... it won't change the fact that I've GOT to walk into the ring with Wells, against Jungle Storm... with our belts... and I've GOT to walk out with them. Dan Ryan, Big Dog... you two can't soften my resolve. And for all you want to throw at us, you won't change the fact that Anthology will live on, and myself, Jared, AND the EPW World Tag Championship will be apart of it."
"You can only try to share some of that spotlight with us, and then.... mull over the fact that nobody will think twice about you, here, after our match... while the Anthology continues on its way to solidifying its place, which EVERYONE has, and will cotinue to, take notice of."
"So, enjoy your fifteen minutes."
"Anthology will enjoy showing the world what a JOKE this whole scheme of Troy's is, the second the ref's hand hits the mat a third time.... and Anthology moves on, as World Tag Champions."
He holds up the belt, and smiles.
FADE OUT.