Re: RUSSIAN ROULETTE: World Title - "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs. Marcus Westcott
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A confident voice echoed: [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"There's nowhere to run, Sean. Nowhere to hide. Four walls of an unforgiving steel Cage attached to that ring, with a lid on it to make sure you can't take the easy way out. We're GOING to beat the hell out of each other in that cage, Sean, but once we're in that cage, no one gets in, and no one gets out. [/FONT]
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Just you and me."
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The scene opened up with EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS sitting, feet propped up on a beach chair, in the backyard of his palatial palace overlooking a large body of water, in sunny Orlando, Florida. [/FONT]
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On one side, was a beautiful Hawaiian female, with a model-esque frame, long dark hair, and a golden honey complexion, fanning Trip with a large green leaf ... on his right, was his personal assistant, in a black and white, penguin suit, holding an umbrella over Empire Pro Wrestling's king with his left hand, while simultaneously thumbing through a thick stack of papers with his right.[/FONT]
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...it's a trick he learned in "lackey" school. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Now who is he again?" THE champ asked. A real look of confusion on his face, expressing his genuine lack of knowledge. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Marcus Westcott, former EPW World Heavyweight Champion, I believe he was the second person to win the title. Also wrestled in A1E--"[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"A1-what?" Stevens interrupted.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Undeterred, his assistant rolled with the punches, flawlessly. "A promotion based out of nowhere important, that you actually competed in once, that houses a bunch of wrestlers that you've never heard of, whose champion is Cameron Cruise--" [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A large lightning bolt shot across the sky. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Yes, ladies and gentlemen ... lightning. In broad day light. In the middle of a ninety-seven degree, perfectly sunny day. In broad day light, in the middle of a ninety-seven degree, perfectly sunny day, that called for absolutely no rain, thunder, lightning or anything other than ... perfection, and sun. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The EPW Champion raised a hand in the air, silencing the potential storm, like he was Jesus. And, like it did for Jesus all those years ago – the winds, the rain, and the lightning obeyed him.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Say no more, Benson. I got it from here."[/FONT]
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[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"As tough as people talk, it's a wonder I can still walk, I've been running the sport of wrestling so long, I'm exhausted. And, bored."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: SEAN STEVENS in an all white, "Long Live The King," t-shirt, with his photo on the front. His hair was tied into a neat pony-tail, with the ends braided. He had on a pair of Ray Ban wayfarers, and occasionally purposely blew smoke into the camera, distorting the image temporarily. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, I'll call a spade-a-spade ... West--," he looked off camera for name reassurance, "--cott. If you factor in the law of averages, and the way the business has followed trends for the last decade or so, I'll be the first to admit, I'm due for a loss. And, I'm due to lose my title. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"I've been the man around here since ... late oh-six(?)," he shrugged. "I've lost a total of, what? ...five(?), six matches in three years. I came back to wrestling to reactions that rivaled the Attitude Era, with legions of people in the palm of my hand, buying my merchandise, and foaming at the mouth from my every word. I had wrestlers lining up around the block begging and praying for an opportunity to hop on my dick, and be my friend and I had enemies being flawlessly executed left and right, to the point where my name became notorious like it was before I left the last time. I made legends look like sissies, I made up-and-comers re-think their decisions to be professional wrestlers, and I became a bad guy that ended the careers of Lindsay Troy, Joey Melton, Rocko Daymon, and JA, because I wanted to.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"Mark, I completely changed the culture around here, and in being the trend setter, you expect certain problems to arise. People rally, they follow your blueprint, and think they can do things better if they had your position. They gather their homeboys(the BLANDthology), or find their missing courage(you), and their reasons why they'll do what no one else was able to do, and step out of line." [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The same Hawaiian lady from earlier steps into the shot, totally disregarding the live promo, and brings the King of the Cage a nice, cool glass of Lemonade that he immediately took a sip from.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: What's your sell again? That you beat me in a cage before? Well, I never said I was undefeated, nor did I imply that I was perfect, and to be perfectly honest, if you were to bore me into a coma with a speech similar to your last promo? You'd probably beat me again, so I know you can.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"But, will you? It's a lot easier to say it than it is to do it. I'm a cocky guy, Marv. I fuck a lot of bitches, and I talk a lot of shit that rubs a lot of people the wrong way. If it were, oh, I don't know ... easy to knock the crown off of my head, don't you think it would've been done by now?[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"You have a great opportunity in front of you. You've got all the momentum on your side. You have everything to gain, and if you lose? Well, to be honest, nobody really expected you to win anyway, and I still don't know who in the fuck you are, so you really have nothing to be embarrased about, do you? And, then there's the image that this event puts in your head. Russian Roulette. I believe that by normal rules, and normal laws, and in normal situations, if I were to point a gun with one bullet to my temple, and pulled the trigger, each and every one of my thoughts would splatter on the pavement. I've been a winner my entire life, it just doesn't seem right that things that others work so hard to achieve, come so easy to me."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]"But, here's the thing, Westlake."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens snapped his fingers, as the lady returned, with a life sized, cardboard image of Marcus Westcott, and a hand gun. She places the cardboard in front of Trip, then hands him the gun, and leaves the scene. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: The game of Russian Roulette has been great to me. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens pointed the gun to his temple, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]CLICK[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Better men than you have tried to beat me at it, and they, too have failed.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens pointed the gun at the Westcott cutout, and pulled the trigger.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]CLICK [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Pointing the gun to his temple again, the champ spoke calmly.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: If you fear failure, failure will surely come. And, if you play by life's rules, you're subject to become the victim of the hand that life deals you. I don't play by normal rules. And, I don't follow trends, I set them. And--[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]CLICK[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]He points the gun in the direction of the cardboard.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: ...if you think that I'm going to allow nature, the law of averages, and what people think should happen to happen just to make the world a sugary sweet better place, you're going into this match in the wrong frame of mind, which instantly makes you--[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]BOOM[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: ...a deadman.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The camera zooms in on the image of Marcus Westcott, laying on the ground, with a bullet hole in his head. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Talk about symbolism.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB [/FONT]