SteelCitySon
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First round of World Title Tournament. Three Way Dance rules, first man eliminated from match is eliminated from tournament and entered into Intercontinental. Two winners will face each other one on one next week.
Suicide vs. Rob Sampson vs. Tommy Mayhem
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New Beginnings, Same Mysterious Wanderer
(Camera fades in to the rooftop of an abandoned apartment building in the ghettos of Bronx, New York. Broken pidgeon cages are littered on the rooftop, as many birds of the city take refuge there. As the camera pans to and fro, a shadowed figure is shown in the distance. Several of the feathered fowl fly off into the distance as the camera moves slowly towards this unknown figure...)
V/O: "He has come back. To what, no one knows for sure. Not even he knows the reason that has brought him back. Maybe it was the fire of desire he once had reigniting within himself. Maybe it was the devotion that he had forgotten remembered in his train of through once more. Maybe it was time for him to come back once more. For whatever the reason, destiny awaits him. To what is on the other side, he must find out. Does he dare to tread new ground in order to achieve his goals? Will he succeed in becoming that he once was? Or is he doomed to fail? The anticipation beads off his brow, yet calm and collective, he will realize his destiny soon enough.....soon enough....."
(As the camera finally gets in visible distance of the unknown figure, it is revealed that it wears a long black trench coat, with a matching black Fedora hat on top of its head. Its hands, clasped behind its back, as it stands perfectly unmoved. The Wind lightfully plays with the trench coat, as it blows slightly in the breeze. This however, doesn't affect the figure, as he still remains perfectly still.)
???????: "A long time has passed since I have been up here. To smell the air....to stare far off into the distance....to ponder what is here and what is yet to come. A long time has passed since I have graced this sport with my unwanted presence. The wanting of coming back has lingered inside of me for far too long. No matter how much I fought it, it took me over. I submitted to its every whim and now...."
(The camera turns around towards the side of the figure, revealing a very familiar symbol on the front of its mask. That symbol, a white futuristic looking S, belongs to known other than Suicide.)
Suicide: "I am at its mercy."
(Suicide continues to keep his composure, keeping his masked gaze straight ahead into the distance of the city skyline.)
Suicide: "It's been over a year since my last appearance in this great sport, to which I am not happy about. When I left, instead of closing the book on my career, there was much of my story still left untold. So, it was to my surprise when I received contact from Empire Pro's president asking me to be a part of this momentus occasion. Of course there was some doubt in my mind. I wondered if I still had the drive and determination to set forth in completing my destiny. Then, when I heard about who else was to be a part of this new promotion, it brought a smile to my face. Not so much as to who I have faced before.....but who I haven't faced before. Apparently the fact that everyone else in Empire Pro I have never had the privledge to face in the squared circle before made the decision relatively easy."
(Suicide finally breaks his statue-like stillness and turns towards the camera. A sharp gaze through his mask pierces the lense of the camera.)
Suicide: "However, what I have been thrusted up against so far is anything but. Apparently the powers that be have entered me into some kind of tournament to crown their World Heavyweight champion. While I am going to be vying for their top prize means nothing to me, the fact that my first match will have me pitted against two wrestlers, to which I have never graced in a ring before, makes me, as you can say, giddy like a little school kid. Back in this great sport of ours and already the odds are stacked against me. Personally....I wouldn't have it any other way."
(Suicide starts to walk away, with his hands still clasped behind his back. The camera follows his movement ever so closely.)
Suicide: "The two men I will meet on the field of combat, 'Killjoy' Tommy Mayhem and 'Mr. Main Event' Rob Sampson, have already etched their names into the stone of Empire Pro, while I have yet to even been given a hammer and pick. Mr. Mayhem, you had a terrific match against one Mr. Adam Benjamin. While it didn't go as well as you planned, you have shown you have the intensity to never say die in the ring. For someone who has just begun to wrestle, I respect that. However, hearing you speak for the first time made me shake my head. While your threats to Mr. Benjamin proved to be your downfall, it will bring your end with me. I am the type of person that takes empty threats like yours with a real big grain of salt. If you decide to want to 'break my arms' or 'smash my head in', I will have to apologize in advance then when I laugh right in your face. You may look at me and think I'm some kind of freak; the kind that sits in front of a 7-11, wearing all black clothing and black makeup, pondering why the world hates me as I sip my blue raspberry Slurpee. What you will come to find out at Aggression is not only will I not care whether or not how much you like me, but I will not care whether or not how much you scream in pain. Why scream in pain? Well Mr. Mayhem, why not? It's the only way you will learn if you overlook me....overlook me towards someone, who apparently in eyes like yours and many others, is well established in this sport...."
(The camera cuts to another side of Suicide, as he turns his head towards the opposite direction.)
Suicide: "'Mr. Main Event'....I have heard of you and admired your work from afar. When I was once busily active in this sport, apparently we have missed one another. And while of course I became an obscurity from the public's eye, you have become an established franchise in one of the longest running wrestling promotions the world has ever seen. To be honest, while I will be focusing my concentration on both yourself and Mr. Mayhem, I will look forward to wrestling against you more. Your reputation has proceeded you, as you have shown in your first match in Empire Pro against Mr. Johnathan Marx. Established or not, none of your accolades and achievements mean nothing to me. To me, you are like every other wrestler. You are a challenge I must try to overcome. Now, you can try to 'wrestle rings around me', but the truth is, you may get yourself dizzy with all that pointless running around. I'm not some punk rookie in your eyes that needs your expertise in the field of wrestleology. I'm a student of the science....but overlook me Mr. Sampson, and I can be just as an effective teacher. Hype yourself with pointless rabble about how great a technician you are, how clever you think you are. I do my talking in the ring. I don't need to speak of my skills, I'll show you first hand. Because when it's all said and done, win or lose, you and Mr. Mayhem will come to know personally what I am all about. I may have been a little out of touch with the sport, but I assure you....I haven't been out of touch with reality."
(Suicide turns and faces the camera once more, with his hands still behind his back.)
Suicide: "Come Aggression gentlemen, we will have one hell of an epic. I will do my part in taking you both seriously, as I know at any given moment, my lights can be turned out like that. But I am a man not about winning, but about surviving. If you wish to look down upon me and judge me unfairly, it will be you that needs to survive. I am a man with nothing to lose. I come to Empire Pro, come into this match specifically, with nothing but the shirt on my back. How I leave will be left up to you two. When the dust settles, the fans in attendance screaming in anticipation, as we three lock eyes with one another, you will come to find out why I am The Man....The Myth....The Legend....Worry not, for if you are still confused as to what you are up against and still wish to underestimate me like so many have done in the past, I'll have it perfectly under control..."
(Suicide pulls a hand from behind his back and extends it towards the camera as it moves to an angle shot, looking up towards the mysterious wanderer. He then looks down sharply, no emotion even showing from behind his mask.)
Suicide: "Hello, my name is Suicide. I'll be your opponent for Aggression. How may I defeat you? Nuff said...."
(The camera fades out to Suicide's hand still extended towards it.)
(Camera fades in to the rooftop of an abandoned apartment building in the ghettos of Bronx, New York. Broken pidgeon cages are littered on the rooftop, as many birds of the city take refuge there. As the camera pans to and fro, a shadowed figure is shown in the distance. Several of the feathered fowl fly off into the distance as the camera moves slowly towards this unknown figure...)
V/O: "He has come back. To what, no one knows for sure. Not even he knows the reason that has brought him back. Maybe it was the fire of desire he once had reigniting within himself. Maybe it was the devotion that he had forgotten remembered in his train of through once more. Maybe it was time for him to come back once more. For whatever the reason, destiny awaits him. To what is on the other side, he must find out. Does he dare to tread new ground in order to achieve his goals? Will he succeed in becoming that he once was? Or is he doomed to fail? The anticipation beads off his brow, yet calm and collective, he will realize his destiny soon enough.....soon enough....."
(As the camera finally gets in visible distance of the unknown figure, it is revealed that it wears a long black trench coat, with a matching black Fedora hat on top of its head. Its hands, clasped behind its back, as it stands perfectly unmoved. The Wind lightfully plays with the trench coat, as it blows slightly in the breeze. This however, doesn't affect the figure, as he still remains perfectly still.)
???????: "A long time has passed since I have been up here. To smell the air....to stare far off into the distance....to ponder what is here and what is yet to come. A long time has passed since I have graced this sport with my unwanted presence. The wanting of coming back has lingered inside of me for far too long. No matter how much I fought it, it took me over. I submitted to its every whim and now...."
(The camera turns around towards the side of the figure, revealing a very familiar symbol on the front of its mask. That symbol, a white futuristic looking S, belongs to known other than Suicide.)
Suicide: "I am at its mercy."
(Suicide continues to keep his composure, keeping his masked gaze straight ahead into the distance of the city skyline.)
Suicide: "It's been over a year since my last appearance in this great sport, to which I am not happy about. When I left, instead of closing the book on my career, there was much of my story still left untold. So, it was to my surprise when I received contact from Empire Pro's president asking me to be a part of this momentus occasion. Of course there was some doubt in my mind. I wondered if I still had the drive and determination to set forth in completing my destiny. Then, when I heard about who else was to be a part of this new promotion, it brought a smile to my face. Not so much as to who I have faced before.....but who I haven't faced before. Apparently the fact that everyone else in Empire Pro I have never had the privledge to face in the squared circle before made the decision relatively easy."
(Suicide finally breaks his statue-like stillness and turns towards the camera. A sharp gaze through his mask pierces the lense of the camera.)
Suicide: "However, what I have been thrusted up against so far is anything but. Apparently the powers that be have entered me into some kind of tournament to crown their World Heavyweight champion. While I am going to be vying for their top prize means nothing to me, the fact that my first match will have me pitted against two wrestlers, to which I have never graced in a ring before, makes me, as you can say, giddy like a little school kid. Back in this great sport of ours and already the odds are stacked against me. Personally....I wouldn't have it any other way."
(Suicide starts to walk away, with his hands still clasped behind his back. The camera follows his movement ever so closely.)
Suicide: "The two men I will meet on the field of combat, 'Killjoy' Tommy Mayhem and 'Mr. Main Event' Rob Sampson, have already etched their names into the stone of Empire Pro, while I have yet to even been given a hammer and pick. Mr. Mayhem, you had a terrific match against one Mr. Adam Benjamin. While it didn't go as well as you planned, you have shown you have the intensity to never say die in the ring. For someone who has just begun to wrestle, I respect that. However, hearing you speak for the first time made me shake my head. While your threats to Mr. Benjamin proved to be your downfall, it will bring your end with me. I am the type of person that takes empty threats like yours with a real big grain of salt. If you decide to want to 'break my arms' or 'smash my head in', I will have to apologize in advance then when I laugh right in your face. You may look at me and think I'm some kind of freak; the kind that sits in front of a 7-11, wearing all black clothing and black makeup, pondering why the world hates me as I sip my blue raspberry Slurpee. What you will come to find out at Aggression is not only will I not care whether or not how much you like me, but I will not care whether or not how much you scream in pain. Why scream in pain? Well Mr. Mayhem, why not? It's the only way you will learn if you overlook me....overlook me towards someone, who apparently in eyes like yours and many others, is well established in this sport...."
(The camera cuts to another side of Suicide, as he turns his head towards the opposite direction.)
Suicide: "'Mr. Main Event'....I have heard of you and admired your work from afar. When I was once busily active in this sport, apparently we have missed one another. And while of course I became an obscurity from the public's eye, you have become an established franchise in one of the longest running wrestling promotions the world has ever seen. To be honest, while I will be focusing my concentration on both yourself and Mr. Mayhem, I will look forward to wrestling against you more. Your reputation has proceeded you, as you have shown in your first match in Empire Pro against Mr. Johnathan Marx. Established or not, none of your accolades and achievements mean nothing to me. To me, you are like every other wrestler. You are a challenge I must try to overcome. Now, you can try to 'wrestle rings around me', but the truth is, you may get yourself dizzy with all that pointless running around. I'm not some punk rookie in your eyes that needs your expertise in the field of wrestleology. I'm a student of the science....but overlook me Mr. Sampson, and I can be just as an effective teacher. Hype yourself with pointless rabble about how great a technician you are, how clever you think you are. I do my talking in the ring. I don't need to speak of my skills, I'll show you first hand. Because when it's all said and done, win or lose, you and Mr. Mayhem will come to know personally what I am all about. I may have been a little out of touch with the sport, but I assure you....I haven't been out of touch with reality."
(Suicide turns and faces the camera once more, with his hands still behind his back.)
Suicide: "Come Aggression gentlemen, we will have one hell of an epic. I will do my part in taking you both seriously, as I know at any given moment, my lights can be turned out like that. But I am a man not about winning, but about surviving. If you wish to look down upon me and judge me unfairly, it will be you that needs to survive. I am a man with nothing to lose. I come to Empire Pro, come into this match specifically, with nothing but the shirt on my back. How I leave will be left up to you two. When the dust settles, the fans in attendance screaming in anticipation, as we three lock eyes with one another, you will come to find out why I am The Man....The Myth....The Legend....Worry not, for if you are still confused as to what you are up against and still wish to underestimate me like so many have done in the past, I'll have it perfectly under control..."
(Suicide pulls a hand from behind his back and extends it towards the camera as it moves to an angle shot, looking up towards the mysterious wanderer. He then looks down sharply, no emotion even showing from behind his mask.)
Suicide: "Hello, my name is Suicide. I'll be your opponent for Aggression. How may I defeat you? Nuff said...."
(The camera fades out to Suicide's hand still extended towards it.)
Mr Main Event
League Member
(The scene is the interior of Rob Sampson’s private Cessna, which is currently en route to Pittsburgh. Sampson himself is staring out a window while absent-mindedly sipping from a cup of tea. A dossier rests in Sampson’s lap but the contents of it are hidden within. Sampson’s reverie is broken when someone clears their throat and he looks up at the camera.)
RS: It seems that Empire Pro has found an opponent that might actually present a bit of a challenge for me. Jonathan Marx was valiant in his attempt to defeat me, but just as I predicted, he just wasn’t on my level yet. One of my next set of opponents, however, is exactly what I’ve been looking for. He’s been to the same heights as myself in this business and he knows what it takes to get there again. Two people stand in his way: Tommy Mayhem and myself. I can’t speak for Mayhem, but I know that I have no intentions of stepping aside and letting him get past me easily.
(Sampson removes the dossier from his lap and puts it away.)
RS: Suicide, I have to say that I like that you’ve done your homework. I think I’ve proven that coming up against me without some type of preparation just won’t work. You present me with something I’ve needed for a while now, Suicide. You see, I’ve needed an opponent who could get my creative juices flowing and you’ve done that very thing for me. You aren’t delivering some hackneyed, curse-laden promo, but instead choose to show yourself as a man of intellect. Too many times I’ve seens someone trying to prove themselves far too much. Jonathan Marx is a prime example of that. He envisioned me to be something I’m simply not and he ran with that idea in his head. It proved to be his downfall. You, however, know who I am and how I work.
I don’t need to extoll my virtues to you, so we’ll skip on by that. What I will do is show you that everything you’ve heard about me… is true. Much like yourself, I prefer to let my actions do the majority of my speaking for me and that’s why I’m looking forward to being in the ring with you. However, you have incorrectly pigeonholed me as being a certain type of wrestler. That’s all well and good because I’ll gladly prove to you that I cannot be understood by looking at parts of my style. I am the sum of my parts and they all come together to form one of the most unique and successful personas in wrestling today.
For my own selfish reasons, I welcome your return to wrestling, but know right here and now that I won’t allow it to overrun my own goals. I may come to know what you are about when all is said and done, but in the end it will be my hand that’s raised. I won’t have it any other way.
(Sampson shifts in his seat and takes a sip of tea before continuing.)
RS: Tommy Mayhem, finding information about you proved a bit harder than in Suicide’s case, but my sources were able to big up a few tidbits. You’re just another dumb jock with failed dreams of playing big league football. When that didn’t work out for you, you turned to a life of crime. And now you’re a wrestler. How… nice. I’ve half a mind to have Empire Pro remove you from this match in the name of workplace endangerment, but I suppose everyone deserves a second—or third—chance. I get the feeling you’re still rather new to the sport, but I’m still going to be watching you closely. After all, the concept of a dark horse isn’t lost on me, so rather than assuming that you aren’t a threat, I’ll be keeping an eye on you during our match.
(Sampson finishes off his tea and stands up, allowing for a better view of the interior of the Cessna.)
RS: My goal in Empire Pro is rather clear. I’m here to prove that I’m the very best that this business has to offer. I have faced my fair share of adversity and conquerered it and nothing will change now that I’m here. Who am I? I’m Rob Sampson… and I’m the future of Empire Pro.
(Fade out.)
RS: It seems that Empire Pro has found an opponent that might actually present a bit of a challenge for me. Jonathan Marx was valiant in his attempt to defeat me, but just as I predicted, he just wasn’t on my level yet. One of my next set of opponents, however, is exactly what I’ve been looking for. He’s been to the same heights as myself in this business and he knows what it takes to get there again. Two people stand in his way: Tommy Mayhem and myself. I can’t speak for Mayhem, but I know that I have no intentions of stepping aside and letting him get past me easily.
(Sampson removes the dossier from his lap and puts it away.)
RS: Suicide, I have to say that I like that you’ve done your homework. I think I’ve proven that coming up against me without some type of preparation just won’t work. You present me with something I’ve needed for a while now, Suicide. You see, I’ve needed an opponent who could get my creative juices flowing and you’ve done that very thing for me. You aren’t delivering some hackneyed, curse-laden promo, but instead choose to show yourself as a man of intellect. Too many times I’ve seens someone trying to prove themselves far too much. Jonathan Marx is a prime example of that. He envisioned me to be something I’m simply not and he ran with that idea in his head. It proved to be his downfall. You, however, know who I am and how I work.
I don’t need to extoll my virtues to you, so we’ll skip on by that. What I will do is show you that everything you’ve heard about me… is true. Much like yourself, I prefer to let my actions do the majority of my speaking for me and that’s why I’m looking forward to being in the ring with you. However, you have incorrectly pigeonholed me as being a certain type of wrestler. That’s all well and good because I’ll gladly prove to you that I cannot be understood by looking at parts of my style. I am the sum of my parts and they all come together to form one of the most unique and successful personas in wrestling today.
For my own selfish reasons, I welcome your return to wrestling, but know right here and now that I won’t allow it to overrun my own goals. I may come to know what you are about when all is said and done, but in the end it will be my hand that’s raised. I won’t have it any other way.
(Sampson shifts in his seat and takes a sip of tea before continuing.)
RS: Tommy Mayhem, finding information about you proved a bit harder than in Suicide’s case, but my sources were able to big up a few tidbits. You’re just another dumb jock with failed dreams of playing big league football. When that didn’t work out for you, you turned to a life of crime. And now you’re a wrestler. How… nice. I’ve half a mind to have Empire Pro remove you from this match in the name of workplace endangerment, but I suppose everyone deserves a second—or third—chance. I get the feeling you’re still rather new to the sport, but I’m still going to be watching you closely. After all, the concept of a dark horse isn’t lost on me, so rather than assuming that you aren’t a threat, I’ll be keeping an eye on you during our match.
(Sampson finishes off his tea and stands up, allowing for a better view of the interior of the Cessna.)
RS: My goal in Empire Pro is rather clear. I’m here to prove that I’m the very best that this business has to offer. I have faced my fair share of adversity and conquerered it and nothing will change now that I’m here. Who am I? I’m Rob Sampson… and I’m the future of Empire Pro.
(Fade out.)
No Time Like The Present
(Camera fades in to the Amtrack Penn Station terminal. Busy New Yorkers travel to and fro, getting to their destination in a prompt manner. As the camera moves around, taping all the people waiting for their train being called, a man dressed in a black leather trench coat and Fedora sits on a bench in a calm and quiet manner. Upon close inspection, even though with the Fedora tipped forward, covering his mask, it is revealed to be none other than Suicide.)
Suicide: "Most people are always in a rush to get to their destination. Busily moving along as if it was a lethal game of life and death. They don't care what obstacles are in the way, what kind of planning it takes in preparation to get to that destination....all they know is they need to get there....fast. You'll never find me hussling in a mindless manner such as this because quite frankly....I have a brain."
(Suicide turns to the camera, as he extends a hand to the brim of his Fedora and tilts it upward. He stares into the camera as the symbol on his mask pierces the lens.)
Suicide: "But apparently it seems, even with all that brownnosing that he calls 'respect', Mr. Sampson believes I'm a fool. How does it feel to try to accomplish something no man has done before and yet, you've managed to lose your own intelligence all at the same time? First of all, for someone who praises me for straying from the norm, you think you have me figured out. Because you have heard me speak for the very first time in your life, you basically know me like I was your brother. I guess someone hasn't been doing their 'homework' for this match, and even if you did, do you actually believe it will be that easy to just run right past me? Why rush Mr. Sampson? You think that by winning this match, you're already the champion?"
(Suicide turns his body directly towards the camera, his hands cupped on his foot as it rests on his knee.)
Suicide: "And speaking of thinking straight, since you're in such a hurry to win, did you not realize that whether you pin either myself or Mr. Mayhem, you aren't exactly the only winner? There are three of us in this match, two of which move onto the next round of this tournament that everyone excluing myself is going crazy over. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, it seems as if you think you're the only one in this match, and everyone's just there as victims of circumstance. Well Mr. Sampson, I've hardly ever been a victim, but if I do have to go down, I will be sure to take you and Mr. Mayhem with me, believe me."
(Suicide sits back into the bench, as lets out a little laugh from behind his mask and then sighs.)
Suicide: "You also seem to be a bit paranoid Mr. Sampson. Self deluting yourself with things you believed you heard coming from my own mouth? I don't believe I've ever placed you in a category of wrestling, but if you wish, self-centered jackass seems to be an appropriate category to place you in the library of human beings. I know what I will be up against and trust me, I refuse take you lightly. You are capable of many things Mr. Sampson, as I have seen you prove time and time again in GXW. But if you're going to come into this match to prove something to me, you're wasting your time. Pride can only get you so far in life Mr. Sampson. Pride can also be your downfall against me. I've taken the pride of many men, men who've claimed they were the best, that no one could touch them, that people wished they could be like them."
(Suicide extends both his hands towards the camera, opened like a book.)
Suicide: "I've taken pride like yours Mr. Sampson in my hands, time and time again..."
(Suicide clasps his hands together in a rather quick manner, then makes a snapping motion with both hands clenched.)
Suicide: "And crippled it completely. To say I will do that with you come Aggression, that is uncertain. But I wouldn't press your luck if I were you. You can be whatever you want in Empire Pro......just don't be ignorant to who I am and my abilities. I need not prove anything to you. I'll just show you in person my capabilities. If you want to be taken as a whole person, no worries; I'll do just that. Just don't be surprised when I start to disect you, piece by piece, in the ring. It won't be because of my pride......but yours."
(Suicide folds his arms across his chest in a calm and collective manner.)
Suicide: "And speaking of pride, it seems Mr. Mayhem is too proud to grace me with a few choice words, probably on how much he will maim and destroy me in our match. Nevertheless, keep silent. It may just save you from a slow and painful defeat and instead, give you the quick release you seem to crave so much."
(As Suicide fixes his Fedora, the PA comes on over the loudspeaker in the station.)
PA: "Now boarding, the 6:17PM train to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania."
(Suicide slowly stands up to his feet. He fixes his trench coat and reaches into the inside pocket. He pulls out a gold watch on a chain, looking at the time.)
Suicide: "Right on time. It seems my time here has come to an end. But worry not gentlemen, I will make it to Pittsburg in time for our match. I just hope instead of rushing to conclusions and imagining false information that eminates from my mouth, you will come to appreciate the respect I have for both of you. I don't need your respect in return now however. I'll earn it at Aggression. I'll have all the time in the world to receive it. I just hope you make the time as well. Nuff said...."
(The camera fades out as Suicide walks out of view, heading towards his destination.)
(Camera fades in to the Amtrack Penn Station terminal. Busy New Yorkers travel to and fro, getting to their destination in a prompt manner. As the camera moves around, taping all the people waiting for their train being called, a man dressed in a black leather trench coat and Fedora sits on a bench in a calm and quiet manner. Upon close inspection, even though with the Fedora tipped forward, covering his mask, it is revealed to be none other than Suicide.)
Suicide: "Most people are always in a rush to get to their destination. Busily moving along as if it was a lethal game of life and death. They don't care what obstacles are in the way, what kind of planning it takes in preparation to get to that destination....all they know is they need to get there....fast. You'll never find me hussling in a mindless manner such as this because quite frankly....I have a brain."
(Suicide turns to the camera, as he extends a hand to the brim of his Fedora and tilts it upward. He stares into the camera as the symbol on his mask pierces the lens.)
Suicide: "But apparently it seems, even with all that brownnosing that he calls 'respect', Mr. Sampson believes I'm a fool. How does it feel to try to accomplish something no man has done before and yet, you've managed to lose your own intelligence all at the same time? First of all, for someone who praises me for straying from the norm, you think you have me figured out. Because you have heard me speak for the very first time in your life, you basically know me like I was your brother. I guess someone hasn't been doing their 'homework' for this match, and even if you did, do you actually believe it will be that easy to just run right past me? Why rush Mr. Sampson? You think that by winning this match, you're already the champion?"
(Suicide turns his body directly towards the camera, his hands cupped on his foot as it rests on his knee.)
Suicide: "And speaking of thinking straight, since you're in such a hurry to win, did you not realize that whether you pin either myself or Mr. Mayhem, you aren't exactly the only winner? There are three of us in this match, two of which move onto the next round of this tournament that everyone excluing myself is going crazy over. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, it seems as if you think you're the only one in this match, and everyone's just there as victims of circumstance. Well Mr. Sampson, I've hardly ever been a victim, but if I do have to go down, I will be sure to take you and Mr. Mayhem with me, believe me."
(Suicide sits back into the bench, as lets out a little laugh from behind his mask and then sighs.)
Suicide: "You also seem to be a bit paranoid Mr. Sampson. Self deluting yourself with things you believed you heard coming from my own mouth? I don't believe I've ever placed you in a category of wrestling, but if you wish, self-centered jackass seems to be an appropriate category to place you in the library of human beings. I know what I will be up against and trust me, I refuse take you lightly. You are capable of many things Mr. Sampson, as I have seen you prove time and time again in GXW. But if you're going to come into this match to prove something to me, you're wasting your time. Pride can only get you so far in life Mr. Sampson. Pride can also be your downfall against me. I've taken the pride of many men, men who've claimed they were the best, that no one could touch them, that people wished they could be like them."
(Suicide extends both his hands towards the camera, opened like a book.)
Suicide: "I've taken pride like yours Mr. Sampson in my hands, time and time again..."
(Suicide clasps his hands together in a rather quick manner, then makes a snapping motion with both hands clenched.)
Suicide: "And crippled it completely. To say I will do that with you come Aggression, that is uncertain. But I wouldn't press your luck if I were you. You can be whatever you want in Empire Pro......just don't be ignorant to who I am and my abilities. I need not prove anything to you. I'll just show you in person my capabilities. If you want to be taken as a whole person, no worries; I'll do just that. Just don't be surprised when I start to disect you, piece by piece, in the ring. It won't be because of my pride......but yours."
(Suicide folds his arms across his chest in a calm and collective manner.)
Suicide: "And speaking of pride, it seems Mr. Mayhem is too proud to grace me with a few choice words, probably on how much he will maim and destroy me in our match. Nevertheless, keep silent. It may just save you from a slow and painful defeat and instead, give you the quick release you seem to crave so much."
(As Suicide fixes his Fedora, the PA comes on over the loudspeaker in the station.)
PA: "Now boarding, the 6:17PM train to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania."
(Suicide slowly stands up to his feet. He fixes his trench coat and reaches into the inside pocket. He pulls out a gold watch on a chain, looking at the time.)
Suicide: "Right on time. It seems my time here has come to an end. But worry not gentlemen, I will make it to Pittsburg in time for our match. I just hope instead of rushing to conclusions and imagining false information that eminates from my mouth, you will come to appreciate the respect I have for both of you. I don't need your respect in return now however. I'll earn it at Aggression. I'll have all the time in the world to receive it. I just hope you make the time as well. Nuff said...."
(The camera fades out as Suicide walks out of view, heading towards his destination.)
Mr Main Event
League Member
His mind always feels much clearer after a good workout. After listening to Suicide’s latest missive, he needed the clarity the physical exertion brought. Never has someone so misinterpreted so many things he has said before. Maybe Suicide would get away with that when dealing with someone else, but “Mr. Main Event” is not just someone else.
(The scene is Rob Sampson’s locker room, mere hours before the start of the show. Sampson, having just finished working out, sits on a bench and leans against the back wall while toweling the sweat from his forehead.)
RS: I see Suicide has once again decided to grace us with his wonderful little meanderings. I’m sure he thinks that if he keeps talking in circles, the world will come to see things his way out of sheer confusion alone. You can try to make me look as if I’m a fool all you like, but it doesn’t make you look anymore intelligent than myself. You certainly seem to have assumed a great number of things… most of them dead wrong… but that’s fine. I’m used to people putting words in my mouth; it’s a common occurrence in the sport that we’ve given our lives to.
For the record, however, I never said that there weren’t two of us advancing to the next round. What I said is that my hand would be raised and that is exactly how I will be approaching this match. I don’t rest on my laurels, Suicide, even if you’re content to do that very thing. I haven’t gotten to where I am by doing that. It took years of hard works to achieve all that I have and I’m not going to deviate from a winning formula like that. Modify it, yes, but I’ll never completely deviate from it.
(Sampson sits up, grabs a bottle of water from a nearby cooler, opens it, and drinks deeply.)
RS: I’m really hurt that you think I’m a paranoid jackass. Truly, I am…
(A smirk slowly forms on Sampson’s face.)
RS: Okay, so I’m not. You can call me anything you like and you can assume anything you like, but once again, that doesn’t prove that you’re right by any means. Ever heard that famous saying about assumptions? I’m sure you have so I’ll not bother repeating even if you would benefit from it.
Understand one thing, Suicide: you may have crippled many a wrestler’s pride in your day, and you may believe you know what makes me tick in your heart of hearts, but you would be wrong to believe that way. I am not the prototypical wrestler that you’re used to dealing with. There are always intangibles involved when you’re facing me and that is something you can never prepare for. I’m sure a fair share of wrestlers would cower upon hearing that they’re going to be facing you… but I’m not one of them.
Despite what you think, you have a good deal to prove to me and the sooner you come to grips with that, the better it will be for you. Nothing you do will break my spirit… and nothing you say makes you better than I am. I’ve dealt with your kind before and I’ve left all of them behind in my wake. Will you any different? Come Aggression, we’ll see the answer to that. Personally, I don’t think your chances look good. Maybe you can live up that name of yours after all… but not in the way you’d like.
(Fade out.)
(The scene is Rob Sampson’s locker room, mere hours before the start of the show. Sampson, having just finished working out, sits on a bench and leans against the back wall while toweling the sweat from his forehead.)
RS: I see Suicide has once again decided to grace us with his wonderful little meanderings. I’m sure he thinks that if he keeps talking in circles, the world will come to see things his way out of sheer confusion alone. You can try to make me look as if I’m a fool all you like, but it doesn’t make you look anymore intelligent than myself. You certainly seem to have assumed a great number of things… most of them dead wrong… but that’s fine. I’m used to people putting words in my mouth; it’s a common occurrence in the sport that we’ve given our lives to.
For the record, however, I never said that there weren’t two of us advancing to the next round. What I said is that my hand would be raised and that is exactly how I will be approaching this match. I don’t rest on my laurels, Suicide, even if you’re content to do that very thing. I haven’t gotten to where I am by doing that. It took years of hard works to achieve all that I have and I’m not going to deviate from a winning formula like that. Modify it, yes, but I’ll never completely deviate from it.
(Sampson sits up, grabs a bottle of water from a nearby cooler, opens it, and drinks deeply.)
RS: I’m really hurt that you think I’m a paranoid jackass. Truly, I am…
(A smirk slowly forms on Sampson’s face.)
RS: Okay, so I’m not. You can call me anything you like and you can assume anything you like, but once again, that doesn’t prove that you’re right by any means. Ever heard that famous saying about assumptions? I’m sure you have so I’ll not bother repeating even if you would benefit from it.
Understand one thing, Suicide: you may have crippled many a wrestler’s pride in your day, and you may believe you know what makes me tick in your heart of hearts, but you would be wrong to believe that way. I am not the prototypical wrestler that you’re used to dealing with. There are always intangibles involved when you’re facing me and that is something you can never prepare for. I’m sure a fair share of wrestlers would cower upon hearing that they’re going to be facing you… but I’m not one of them.
Despite what you think, you have a good deal to prove to me and the sooner you come to grips with that, the better it will be for you. Nothing you do will break my spirit… and nothing you say makes you better than I am. I’ve dealt with your kind before and I’ve left all of them behind in my wake. Will you any different? Come Aggression, we’ll see the answer to that. Personally, I don’t think your chances look good. Maybe you can live up that name of yours after all… but not in the way you’d like.
(Fade out.)