UNLEASHED: Frankie Scott vs. Sarge - NO DQ, Taped Fist, Falls Anywhere
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Never Forgive
The Sergeant: Now you know, Frankie.
Now you know that I can take a foreign object and drive it into your head in order to achieve a personal goal. How does your head feel today? I'm sure you've thought long and hard about what you've accomplished recently, but I'd like to think that after our most recent encounter you understand that maybe you should have just kept playing your part as the guy who chases our boss around like a little lost puppy.
I don't really know why you chose me to try and make a point, but really that doesn't matter at all. You've made your bed and you'll have to live with the fact that when you came to Empire Pro, rather than be my friend... and make no mistake about it, that's what I thought we were... you instead chose to make me look like a fool in front of a live audience, not to mention those watching it all unfold at home through their television sets. I'll never forgive that as long as I live.
I don't know why, and I don't care.
Recently, I've taken a lot of abuse as the rookie in the wrestling world. I'm supposed to just lay down and accept it all in good fun.
"Once people know who you are, you'll pick up some steam." - they say.
"What do you know? You're just a rookie!" - they say.
Well, all of that nonsensical talk stops now. Mark my words, Frankie. You're going to be nothing more than a stepping stone on my way to greatness. The fans know I'm destined for it, I know I am destined for it, and soon you and the rest of this company will come to grasp with that fact.
(Sarge regains his composure...)
I've heard that they're billing this as the match that ends our little feud once and for all. Lord knows they've tacked on enough stipulations. Little do they know just how prophetic they are.
This IS going to be the end of it. I'm happy to say that I'm going to be the one to end it. But, I know what you are thinking without you even saying a word. You're thinking about how much of a genuinely nice guy I am and how I could never be successful at a match like this simply because I'm to nice to inflict the type of damage needed to win one. You just keep thinking that... but I've got a little food for that thought:
Did you hear the fans when I asked for approval to use those brass knuckles? Do you understand that I have their unconditional consent to do what it takes to make you pay? Think about that... because that'll help you understand what I'm about to do to you at Unleashed.
We were once looked at as the future of this company. Now you are the focus of laughter.
Little old Sarge beat you at your own game, and people will be tuning in to the Unleashed Pay-Per-View so that they can watch me finish the job.
You ruined a good thing, Frankie. There is nothing you can do to turn it all around.
The Sergeant: Now you know, Frankie.
Now you know that I can take a foreign object and drive it into your head in order to achieve a personal goal. How does your head feel today? I'm sure you've thought long and hard about what you've accomplished recently, but I'd like to think that after our most recent encounter you understand that maybe you should have just kept playing your part as the guy who chases our boss around like a little lost puppy.
I don't really know why you chose me to try and make a point, but really that doesn't matter at all. You've made your bed and you'll have to live with the fact that when you came to Empire Pro, rather than be my friend... and make no mistake about it, that's what I thought we were... you instead chose to make me look like a fool in front of a live audience, not to mention those watching it all unfold at home through their television sets. I'll never forgive that as long as I live.
I don't know why, and I don't care.
Recently, I've taken a lot of abuse as the rookie in the wrestling world. I'm supposed to just lay down and accept it all in good fun.
"Once people know who you are, you'll pick up some steam." - they say.
"What do you know? You're just a rookie!" - they say.
Well, all of that nonsensical talk stops now. Mark my words, Frankie. You're going to be nothing more than a stepping stone on my way to greatness. The fans know I'm destined for it, I know I am destined for it, and soon you and the rest of this company will come to grasp with that fact.
(Sarge regains his composure...)
I've heard that they're billing this as the match that ends our little feud once and for all. Lord knows they've tacked on enough stipulations. Little do they know just how prophetic they are.
This IS going to be the end of it. I'm happy to say that I'm going to be the one to end it. But, I know what you are thinking without you even saying a word. You're thinking about how much of a genuinely nice guy I am and how I could never be successful at a match like this simply because I'm to nice to inflict the type of damage needed to win one. You just keep thinking that... but I've got a little food for that thought:
Did you hear the fans when I asked for approval to use those brass knuckles? Do you understand that I have their unconditional consent to do what it takes to make you pay? Think about that... because that'll help you understand what I'm about to do to you at Unleashed.
We were once looked at as the future of this company. Now you are the focus of laughter.
Little old Sarge beat you at your own game, and people will be tuning in to the Unleashed Pay-Per-View so that they can watch me finish the job.
You ruined a good thing, Frankie. There is nothing you can do to turn it all around.
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The Buzz
(The Sergeant... A lonely stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere... It's a metaphor for how he feels at this point...)
The Sergeant: I know that I said earlier that it doesn't matter why, but as time passes by I can't help but focus more and more on the reason behind you taking a foreign object to my head. I've got to know.
Was it because that was the only way to get Dan Ryan's attention? Was it really so important to get the attention of our boss that you were forced to drive those brass knuckles into my skull? You had a great ally in me. Was it really Dan Ryan that you were thinking of in that match?
Maybe it was your unfortunate inabilty to get the job done when you faced me in the ring. When I think about the matches we've had in the past, culminating in the match in Mosul, Iraq in which we fought to a draw in front of the finest young men and women that the United States has to offer... I wonder if the entire time we had our series of matches you were actually becoming progressively more jealous of me. Is that what drove you to break the rules in order to finally accomplish what you couldn't do when wrestling me straight up, man to man?
The only other explanation I can think of, and the one that disturbs me the most, is that you played me. Did you intentionally attempt to set me up so that you could use me as a launching pad for your career in Empire Pro? I won't lie, that would be the most disappointing reason. It would prove you to be the underhanded individual that I don't think you are.
Whichever motive was behind the Pearl Harbor job you did to me a few weeks back, you need to know that it failed. I'm still as committed to avenging this betrayal as I was when it first happened.
Don't think for one moment that when we step into the ring versus each other at Unleashed that it will be anything you can overcome with treachery and shady actions. I may wonder why you did these things to me. It may eat at me to not really understand what has transpired. But, regardless of the reason... it happened. Everything has been set into motion, and you were the one that started it all.
There is nothing you can do to stop me from ending this. It might not end in the ring. I might finish you in the crowd, backstage, or out in the friggin parking lot. Make no mistake, I will be ending it!
I would just like to know why I have been forced to.
(Scene fades...)
(The Sergeant... A lonely stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere... It's a metaphor for how he feels at this point...)
The Sergeant: I know that I said earlier that it doesn't matter why, but as time passes by I can't help but focus more and more on the reason behind you taking a foreign object to my head. I've got to know.
Was it because that was the only way to get Dan Ryan's attention? Was it really so important to get the attention of our boss that you were forced to drive those brass knuckles into my skull? You had a great ally in me. Was it really Dan Ryan that you were thinking of in that match?
Maybe it was your unfortunate inabilty to get the job done when you faced me in the ring. When I think about the matches we've had in the past, culminating in the match in Mosul, Iraq in which we fought to a draw in front of the finest young men and women that the United States has to offer... I wonder if the entire time we had our series of matches you were actually becoming progressively more jealous of me. Is that what drove you to break the rules in order to finally accomplish what you couldn't do when wrestling me straight up, man to man?
The only other explanation I can think of, and the one that disturbs me the most, is that you played me. Did you intentionally attempt to set me up so that you could use me as a launching pad for your career in Empire Pro? I won't lie, that would be the most disappointing reason. It would prove you to be the underhanded individual that I don't think you are.
Whichever motive was behind the Pearl Harbor job you did to me a few weeks back, you need to know that it failed. I'm still as committed to avenging this betrayal as I was when it first happened.
Don't think for one moment that when we step into the ring versus each other at Unleashed that it will be anything you can overcome with treachery and shady actions. I may wonder why you did these things to me. It may eat at me to not really understand what has transpired. But, regardless of the reason... it happened. Everything has been set into motion, and you were the one that started it all.
There is nothing you can do to stop me from ending this. It might not end in the ring. I might finish you in the crowd, backstage, or out in the friggin parking lot. Make no mistake, I will be ending it!
I would just like to know why I have been forced to.
(Scene fades...)
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Phenomenal
Guest
(Frankie Scott sits in a gray plastic lawn chair outside of his mountain home in Lake Arrowhead, California. He looks across the lake to the small community of homes and small quaint stores that he sometimes frequents. He takes a sip of his coffee and then rubs his head where a bandage is from his last encounter with Ol' Sarge.)
Frankie: " Sarge. I'm not going to sit here and dwell upon the past and what you did. Let's look waaaaay forward into the deep future. Me...greatest EPW Champion and Hall of Famer. Sarge...retirement home.. dwelling about the war and the commies that he tortured with lame stories about his fledgling wrestling career and how it was cut short by one of the most spectacular and PHENOMENAL wrestling stars that he had ever known. Without a doubt that is the way this story will end. Now, drop back to the present. Sarge, I have thought about what I have accomplished. I have thought long and hard about it. The EPW board decided that their two new stars were making them good money and the fans were intrigued over what we delivered in the ring. So, I just gave them more of what they wanted. "
(Frankie takes another sip of coffee and pauses to reflect on his words of greatness.)
Frankie: " It's true. We were in Iraq. We gave the troops the show of the lifetime. And just like EPW. The armed forces wanted more. Do you know why they all wanted us back for second. third and fourth shows? It's obvious. It certainly isn't you. There are a dime a dozen "I used to fight in the war. So, I'm a G.I. Joe true american hero" fatigue wearing, flag waving canvas layers in every wrestling promotion from here to Cousinlovin, Alabama. They wanted us to keep going because of ME! I go out there every night...every show to give them what they want. To spill a little blood and to high five a few fans. I carried you on my back and I gave you life in this organization. You couldn't score even if you were at the Mustang Ranch with a new credit card. You should be dropping to your knees and thanking me for putting you on the map. If not, you would be in some flea market or bingo hall going after the Mid West Corn Field Title against the Masked Jaw Jacker. Instead you are in the big time and you are part of the big time equation! They didnt want to buddies rolling around on the canvas. They wanted us to turn on each other they wanted the whole stinking soap opera! "Let's build on the two new guys." And if we nudge them along then we will throw obstacles in their way. They are bound to blame each other and then we can reap the benefits. So, Sarge there is your answer. The reason why I took a pair of brass knuckles to your head was because I wanted to beat Dan Ryan to the punch. I ended our friendship over corporate business. Now, we are some big fued that was only supposed to be a small match to showcase our talents. You will stay in the promotion as a corporate lackey and I will move on to bigger and better things."
(Another sip of coffee and another thought of greatness.)
Frankie: " After all of this happens, Now all I hear is a baby crying. A big baby at that. Would you just stop the whining and complaining! You were caught up in the game to notice what was around you. You are a rookie. I'm not your stepping stone to greatness. Your stepping stone is how quickly you can clean Dan Ryan's corporate bathroom. And then maybe he will bump you up to Assistant Manager. C'mon my little buddy. I took the initiative and I will reap the benefits. And don't think that the fued is over after this match. So, you will never forgive me as long as you live? Get a clue, bro. They will find some way to hook us back together and this time the "fued" will end in a cage match. Where we beat each other senseless and into bloody pulps and Dan Ryan stuffs his mattress with a couple more bags full of one hundred dollar bills. Don't you get it yet? Are you that green...that naive? It wasn't hard to make you look like a fool in front of the television world. You were prime for the picking. You played your part very well. You should get a raise for that at least. "
(Frankie gets up from the chair, pours out the rest of the coffee onto the ground, throws the coffee mug across his backyard where it gets lost into a mass of trees. He walks down a small hill toward the lake.)
Frankie: " So you ask, Did I get Dan Ryan's attention? I'm sure I did. These weren't his intentions. I took control of this little power shift. You see, I'm from the same mold he is. We were Team Phenom. I was in the same light that you are in now. Welcome to the wrestling business. Bro, we might have been a team and we might have been successful but no one wanted to see a buddy buddy spectacular. They want blood. They want hatred and EPW wants cash. I didn't intentionally set you up. It was all part of the game. It could have been any loser in your spot. I just took the walk up the career advancement ladder. Now, it comes to this match. See...do you even notice that the "End of the Fued" is on Pay Per View. Two new guys that no one even knew yet are now headlining a major wrestling event. Open your eyes, man. Don't think that I won't show up. I'm coming to into this match as your career ending specialist. Pay up your medical insurance because I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Your family won't even be able to recognize you without having your dental records. It's all in plan bro. It's all in the major plan."
Frankie: " Sarge. I'm not going to sit here and dwell upon the past and what you did. Let's look waaaaay forward into the deep future. Me...greatest EPW Champion and Hall of Famer. Sarge...retirement home.. dwelling about the war and the commies that he tortured with lame stories about his fledgling wrestling career and how it was cut short by one of the most spectacular and PHENOMENAL wrestling stars that he had ever known. Without a doubt that is the way this story will end. Now, drop back to the present. Sarge, I have thought about what I have accomplished. I have thought long and hard about it. The EPW board decided that their two new stars were making them good money and the fans were intrigued over what we delivered in the ring. So, I just gave them more of what they wanted. "
(Frankie takes another sip of coffee and pauses to reflect on his words of greatness.)
Frankie: " It's true. We were in Iraq. We gave the troops the show of the lifetime. And just like EPW. The armed forces wanted more. Do you know why they all wanted us back for second. third and fourth shows? It's obvious. It certainly isn't you. There are a dime a dozen "I used to fight in the war. So, I'm a G.I. Joe true american hero" fatigue wearing, flag waving canvas layers in every wrestling promotion from here to Cousinlovin, Alabama. They wanted us to keep going because of ME! I go out there every night...every show to give them what they want. To spill a little blood and to high five a few fans. I carried you on my back and I gave you life in this organization. You couldn't score even if you were at the Mustang Ranch with a new credit card. You should be dropping to your knees and thanking me for putting you on the map. If not, you would be in some flea market or bingo hall going after the Mid West Corn Field Title against the Masked Jaw Jacker. Instead you are in the big time and you are part of the big time equation! They didnt want to buddies rolling around on the canvas. They wanted us to turn on each other they wanted the whole stinking soap opera! "Let's build on the two new guys." And if we nudge them along then we will throw obstacles in their way. They are bound to blame each other and then we can reap the benefits. So, Sarge there is your answer. The reason why I took a pair of brass knuckles to your head was because I wanted to beat Dan Ryan to the punch. I ended our friendship over corporate business. Now, we are some big fued that was only supposed to be a small match to showcase our talents. You will stay in the promotion as a corporate lackey and I will move on to bigger and better things."
(Another sip of coffee and another thought of greatness.)
Frankie: " After all of this happens, Now all I hear is a baby crying. A big baby at that. Would you just stop the whining and complaining! You were caught up in the game to notice what was around you. You are a rookie. I'm not your stepping stone to greatness. Your stepping stone is how quickly you can clean Dan Ryan's corporate bathroom. And then maybe he will bump you up to Assistant Manager. C'mon my little buddy. I took the initiative and I will reap the benefits. And don't think that the fued is over after this match. So, you will never forgive me as long as you live? Get a clue, bro. They will find some way to hook us back together and this time the "fued" will end in a cage match. Where we beat each other senseless and into bloody pulps and Dan Ryan stuffs his mattress with a couple more bags full of one hundred dollar bills. Don't you get it yet? Are you that green...that naive? It wasn't hard to make you look like a fool in front of the television world. You were prime for the picking. You played your part very well. You should get a raise for that at least. "
(Frankie gets up from the chair, pours out the rest of the coffee onto the ground, throws the coffee mug across his backyard where it gets lost into a mass of trees. He walks down a small hill toward the lake.)
Frankie: " So you ask, Did I get Dan Ryan's attention? I'm sure I did. These weren't his intentions. I took control of this little power shift. You see, I'm from the same mold he is. We were Team Phenom. I was in the same light that you are in now. Welcome to the wrestling business. Bro, we might have been a team and we might have been successful but no one wanted to see a buddy buddy spectacular. They want blood. They want hatred and EPW wants cash. I didn't intentionally set you up. It was all part of the game. It could have been any loser in your spot. I just took the walk up the career advancement ladder. Now, it comes to this match. See...do you even notice that the "End of the Fued" is on Pay Per View. Two new guys that no one even knew yet are now headlining a major wrestling event. Open your eyes, man. Don't think that I won't show up. I'm coming to into this match as your career ending specialist. Pay up your medical insurance because I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Your family won't even be able to recognize you without having your dental records. It's all in plan bro. It's all in the major plan."
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(The Sergeant, in front of an EPW background, gears up to cut his final promo before Unleashed... He's wearing his traditional wrestling gear and seems to be rather amused when compared to his last promo...)
The Sergeant: It seems that the premise for any promo that involves me as a target has to point out that I am a rookie. When challenged for reasons, people generally give the standard answer that I am so new to this environment that I don't know what I'm doing. The rookie is just being a rookie doing rookie things and he rookie-ly couldn't rookie with understanding rookie rookie.
Or something like that.
But for once, somebody made a little bit of sense. Frankie Scott explained to me and the rest of the world that he sucker punched me... with brass knucks... simply because he was trying to conduct a sort of preemptive strike before the big bossman could figure out a different way to get us to feud.
It made sense, but at the same time did nothing to endear me with the true character of my one time friend, "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. Whether it makes sense or not, the guy proved he is nothing but a dirt bag... and I like to fancy myself as a five foot ten, two hundred and one pound Roomba. What I mean to say is that desposing of crap like him is almost automatic for me.
(Sarge waits for his well thought out metaphor to sink in... Who say's that military men aren't well articulated? You got the joke, right?)
I mean, it's great that the man who is supposed to be the future of this company has such a mind for the industry that he can predict what is going to happen and beat everyone to the "punch'... so to speak.
Bad pun, I know.
It's great that this man who in his own mind will be the greatest EPW World Champion ever can forecast the ingenius moves of everyone around him. Frankie Scott is none other than the chess master of all things that need strategic skills to accomplish. He is great and I am less than nothing. I am weak and he is strong. He is right and I am wrong. I can come to terms with all of this...
... except I beat him so consistently that it shoots holes all in this alternate reality of his.
My record in this company has been padded by victories over Frankie. It's gotten pretty ridiculous, actually. The match he remembers as a great match only because everyone came to see him, even though they were all my brothers and sisters in arms, is the same match where I remember being able to finish him off no less than fifteen times, but Iknew that wouldn't be a good show for our troops. I remember just thinking to myself "not yet, we've only been going at it for four minutes". Then basically that number kept increasing to six, seven, ten, fifteen and twenty minutes and I knew that finally it was time to put Frankie out of his misery.
You see how selective memory works, Mister Scott?
(Sarge pauses to let it sink in...)
Now I know you like to think of me as Dan Ryan's little puppet. The guy that does what he's told. Let me just dispell of that myth for you.
While I have the utmost respect for what our boss has done in the ring and one day hope to be considered his equal, I am not a mindless zombie. He gave me my break in professional wrestling, true... but everything since then has been me doing what I want to do of my own accord. To think otherwise makes you look like even more of a jack ass in these two eyes of mine.
You just keep deluding yourself. Leave the heavy thinking to those of us with a little skill at the task.
(Scene fades...)
The Sergeant: It seems that the premise for any promo that involves me as a target has to point out that I am a rookie. When challenged for reasons, people generally give the standard answer that I am so new to this environment that I don't know what I'm doing. The rookie is just being a rookie doing rookie things and he rookie-ly couldn't rookie with understanding rookie rookie.
Or something like that.
But for once, somebody made a little bit of sense. Frankie Scott explained to me and the rest of the world that he sucker punched me... with brass knucks... simply because he was trying to conduct a sort of preemptive strike before the big bossman could figure out a different way to get us to feud.
It made sense, but at the same time did nothing to endear me with the true character of my one time friend, "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. Whether it makes sense or not, the guy proved he is nothing but a dirt bag... and I like to fancy myself as a five foot ten, two hundred and one pound Roomba. What I mean to say is that desposing of crap like him is almost automatic for me.
(Sarge waits for his well thought out metaphor to sink in... Who say's that military men aren't well articulated? You got the joke, right?)
I mean, it's great that the man who is supposed to be the future of this company has such a mind for the industry that he can predict what is going to happen and beat everyone to the "punch'... so to speak.
Bad pun, I know.
It's great that this man who in his own mind will be the greatest EPW World Champion ever can forecast the ingenius moves of everyone around him. Frankie Scott is none other than the chess master of all things that need strategic skills to accomplish. He is great and I am less than nothing. I am weak and he is strong. He is right and I am wrong. I can come to terms with all of this...
... except I beat him so consistently that it shoots holes all in this alternate reality of his.
My record in this company has been padded by victories over Frankie. It's gotten pretty ridiculous, actually. The match he remembers as a great match only because everyone came to see him, even though they were all my brothers and sisters in arms, is the same match where I remember being able to finish him off no less than fifteen times, but Iknew that wouldn't be a good show for our troops. I remember just thinking to myself "not yet, we've only been going at it for four minutes". Then basically that number kept increasing to six, seven, ten, fifteen and twenty minutes and I knew that finally it was time to put Frankie out of his misery.
You see how selective memory works, Mister Scott?
(Sarge pauses to let it sink in...)
Now I know you like to think of me as Dan Ryan's little puppet. The guy that does what he's told. Let me just dispell of that myth for you.
While I have the utmost respect for what our boss has done in the ring and one day hope to be considered his equal, I am not a mindless zombie. He gave me my break in professional wrestling, true... but everything since then has been me doing what I want to do of my own accord. To think otherwise makes you look like even more of a jack ass in these two eyes of mine.
You just keep deluding yourself. Leave the heavy thinking to those of us with a little skill at the task.
(Scene fades...)
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Phenomenal
Guest
(Frankie Scott walks back from the lake that he was walking toward at the end of his first vignette. Scott has a small bag of fruit that he purchased from a local market.)
Frankie: " I just came from the market and there on the video screen in the check out line was Ol' Sarge already spewing his legalistic propaganda for all of EPW to hear. Dillusional... There is no way around it. You are so angry at me, you can't see the forest for the trees. You want so much to be that number one guy that the minute you hear one little remark made toward you or your "brothers in arms". You need to jump in front of that camera and defend the world!! And you are exactly doing what they want you to do."
(Frankie pulls an orange from the bag and starts to peel it. Walking a few strides, Frankie stops and sits on a large rock that he had specifically placed in his back yard to sit on to overlook the view of the mountain area. Frankie enjoys the orange as he reflects on his next words of greatness.)
Frankie: "That was the last bit of eye opening information I will give you. Let's get down to business. A No DQ, Taped Fist, Falls Count Anywhere match. Let's go over this... No DQ. Nothing new there. It just gives me the advantage to beat the ever loving crap out of you and have approval from the sanctioning body to do it. Taped Fist.. I bet you didnt know I asked for this. Right to Dan Ryan's right hand man. That is one office that I can get into pretty easy. Why did I ask for Taped Fists? Another easy question, junior. When I hit you... I want you to bleed from start to finish and not only do I want you to bleed. I want you to have to take extra strength Tylenol (tm) (Official Sponsor of the Frankie Scott vs. Sargeant No DQ Taped Fists Falls Count Anywhere Match) for the next three weeks to get over the excessive migraines that I will deliver to that war damaged noggin' of yours. Last but not least.. Falls Count Anywhere... Speaks for itself. I don't want to have this much fun in the ring. I want the 11 year old step kid of the huge wrestling fan who just had to shell out 35 bucks a ticket to mark out in the nosebleed section who is now at the concession stand with his step daddy grabbing two chili dogs, two curly fries, popcorn, two large Dr. Peppers and five Joey Melton t-shirts for the family to see when I wrap a light cord around your neck and hang you from the nearest flight of stairs to the lower level and beat you into non-existence with a steel chair. And just when the EPW officials ring the bell and call for an ambulance, as EMT's rush to your aid. I'll help them with CPR to revive you and then I will pick you back up and do it all over again to the shock and amazement to the whole building. You have your work cut out for you. There isn't a war you have been in that will equal this match you are about to encounter."
(Frankie hops off the rock and walks toward his home and the back door that leads to his basement and the wrestling ring. Before he goes in, He turns around for one last moment of greatness.)
Frankie: " Look at it this way, Sarge. Now that you know that the end of your wrestling career has come to an end. You have that janitorial job waiting for you at the EPW offices or you can take those lucrative payments to endorse a line of armed forces evening wear and you could also get in on that long line of B level celebrity infomercials for the Magic Mop or the Kitchen Genie. Selling steak knives during the Channel 9 3:00am movie is perfect for you. I got the joke you dirty punk."
(Frankie opens the door and sits the bag down inside.)
Frankie: "It's true, Sarge. You beat me. More than once. But, seriously...besides the father of the 11 year old stepkid...who is going to remember how many times you beat me through a fued? They will remember the big match... the extravaganza that is shown on PPV. Not the excessive matches that highlited our skill and put us over the top in EPW. They remember the big ones. You can be 21-1 against me. But, when I maul you in front of a standing room only crowd and the show is broadcast to millions over 15 countries... they will remember that one single moment. And that is where my moment will shine. In the last few months, you have wrestled a man that had no focus and nothing in mental aspects of a match. I did follow Dan Ryan around like a lost puppy. So, you had a complete edge. That ended a long time ago. Dan Ryan can blow it out his blow hole. I'm doing this for me. Not for EPW. For me! In true Team Phenom style. Tell your loved ones goodbye Sarge. Call the old timers wrestling home and see if you can get in early. The Chess Masteris ready to rise to the top. Nice name, I'll think I will keep it. Checkmate."
(Frankie walks into the basement and closes the door behind him.)
Frankie: " I just came from the market and there on the video screen in the check out line was Ol' Sarge already spewing his legalistic propaganda for all of EPW to hear. Dillusional... There is no way around it. You are so angry at me, you can't see the forest for the trees. You want so much to be that number one guy that the minute you hear one little remark made toward you or your "brothers in arms". You need to jump in front of that camera and defend the world!! And you are exactly doing what they want you to do."
(Frankie pulls an orange from the bag and starts to peel it. Walking a few strides, Frankie stops and sits on a large rock that he had specifically placed in his back yard to sit on to overlook the view of the mountain area. Frankie enjoys the orange as he reflects on his next words of greatness.)
Frankie: "That was the last bit of eye opening information I will give you. Let's get down to business. A No DQ, Taped Fist, Falls Count Anywhere match. Let's go over this... No DQ. Nothing new there. It just gives me the advantage to beat the ever loving crap out of you and have approval from the sanctioning body to do it. Taped Fist.. I bet you didnt know I asked for this. Right to Dan Ryan's right hand man. That is one office that I can get into pretty easy. Why did I ask for Taped Fists? Another easy question, junior. When I hit you... I want you to bleed from start to finish and not only do I want you to bleed. I want you to have to take extra strength Tylenol (tm) (Official Sponsor of the Frankie Scott vs. Sargeant No DQ Taped Fists Falls Count Anywhere Match) for the next three weeks to get over the excessive migraines that I will deliver to that war damaged noggin' of yours. Last but not least.. Falls Count Anywhere... Speaks for itself. I don't want to have this much fun in the ring. I want the 11 year old step kid of the huge wrestling fan who just had to shell out 35 bucks a ticket to mark out in the nosebleed section who is now at the concession stand with his step daddy grabbing two chili dogs, two curly fries, popcorn, two large Dr. Peppers and five Joey Melton t-shirts for the family to see when I wrap a light cord around your neck and hang you from the nearest flight of stairs to the lower level and beat you into non-existence with a steel chair. And just when the EPW officials ring the bell and call for an ambulance, as EMT's rush to your aid. I'll help them with CPR to revive you and then I will pick you back up and do it all over again to the shock and amazement to the whole building. You have your work cut out for you. There isn't a war you have been in that will equal this match you are about to encounter."
(Frankie hops off the rock and walks toward his home and the back door that leads to his basement and the wrestling ring. Before he goes in, He turns around for one last moment of greatness.)
Frankie: " Look at it this way, Sarge. Now that you know that the end of your wrestling career has come to an end. You have that janitorial job waiting for you at the EPW offices or you can take those lucrative payments to endorse a line of armed forces evening wear and you could also get in on that long line of B level celebrity infomercials for the Magic Mop or the Kitchen Genie. Selling steak knives during the Channel 9 3:00am movie is perfect for you. I got the joke you dirty punk."
(Frankie opens the door and sits the bag down inside.)
Frankie: "It's true, Sarge. You beat me. More than once. But, seriously...besides the father of the 11 year old stepkid...who is going to remember how many times you beat me through a fued? They will remember the big match... the extravaganza that is shown on PPV. Not the excessive matches that highlited our skill and put us over the top in EPW. They remember the big ones. You can be 21-1 against me. But, when I maul you in front of a standing room only crowd and the show is broadcast to millions over 15 countries... they will remember that one single moment. And that is where my moment will shine. In the last few months, you have wrestled a man that had no focus and nothing in mental aspects of a match. I did follow Dan Ryan around like a lost puppy. So, you had a complete edge. That ended a long time ago. Dan Ryan can blow it out his blow hole. I'm doing this for me. Not for EPW. For me! In true Team Phenom style. Tell your loved ones goodbye Sarge. Call the old timers wrestling home and see if you can get in early. The Chess Masteris ready to rise to the top. Nice name, I'll think I will keep it. Checkmate."
(Frankie walks into the basement and closes the door behind him.)