WFW Merrython: Copycat vs. Steve Savoy

[PaulNJ21]

This match is a Winter Wonderland Match: Falls Count Anywhere in Central Park match with Copycat defending the WFW World Heavyweight Title. The RP/angle deadline is Friday, February 25th 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com

 

[ShawnHartXXX]

I'm Comin' Out... (I Want the World to Know)

:::CUE UP: "We Party" by Ron Artest:::

:::FADE IN--30 Rockefeller Center Concourse. 2:15 PM. Standing before the camera, both sporting jet black tees reading "Tru Warier Records", are NBA All-Star and amateur boxer, Ron Artest, along with the top contender to the WFW title, the man formerly known as the Phenom, Steve Savoy. After striking the "thug pose" the two slowly strut closer to the camera. Savoy removes a pair of black Oakley's from his eyes and speaks.:::

SAVOY: Yo, yo, yo!!! Numbah one contendah in the house like Mickey Mouse!!!

ARTEST: Mickey Mouse?! What the fu-

SAVOY: Whoa, whoa! Watch the tongue, big man. There are children watching. Besides, we wouldn't want you getting all worked up and going ape crazy on this place.

ARTEST: My bad, my bad.

SAVOY: Especially on the eve of this MOMENTOUS occasion in the pages of the WFW history book!!

ARTEST: That's right, boy! Ron Artest and Tru Warier is in the place... I got my album coming out... gonna tear through this wrestling business with the quickness!

SAVOY: Yes, well... that, AND the fact that yours truly, the man with the biggest... ego... in the locker room has the chance, at LONG LAST, to take back what he rightfully deserves... the WFW title, brah!

ARTEST: Ahh yeeah, tell 'em what it's like...

SAVOY: You wanna know what it's like?

ARTEST: Ron Artest knows, baby. You need to give these fools the wisdom.

SAVOY: The science?

ARTEST: Drop that sh(FCC)t on 'em like Mr. Wizard.

SAVOY: Well, I'm no wizard... but I can still make magic! You see, it's like this... I came in here, back from the dead like Resident Evil, hellbent on bringing down this mass of Johnny Comelately's and taking back my spot, and look what's gone down since! Maelstrom??

ARTEST: Done.

SAVOY: Michael Manson?

ARTEST: Disgraced.

SAVOY: Morgan Fairchild?!?

ARTEST: Say wha?

SAVOY: In my hotel room, on her knees, waiting anxiously for a bite of Big Steve's biscuit!!

ARTEST: That ho from the Old Navy Commercials?! I thought she was like 58 or somethin'.

SAVOY: That's right, nnndaddio!! A year for each time she and I stripped down and (FCC!!!!)

:::With a scratch of the record, the music suddenly comes to an abrupt halt. Artest stares at Savoy in bewilderment and disgust.:::

ARTEST: Why don't you stick to the matter at hand, bro.

SAVOY: RIGHT! Where was I now?

ARTEST: I think you were gettin' to the part about how you ain't gon' let suckas from the outside come in and use yo ass as a stepping stone.

SAVOY: Yeah... that's right! The whole thing has been ridiculous! Standing idely by while the Shane Southerns and the Lindsay Troys and god knows who else comes in and capitalizes on what Steve Savoy n' The Phenom Shawn Hart worked so hard to build. The whole thing makes me sick like Micheal Jackson. I mean, my nose could fall off at any moment here! So, with all that bein' the case, the time has come for the Phenom to put his foot down! From here on in, this place is my personal playground, and I'm gonna rule over it with an iron fist and like 6 hickory sticks!!! Gone are the days when people exploit and take advantage of Steve Savoy and all his hard work to promote themselves and their agendas!!

:::CUTTO--Artest, holding a copy of his label's latest record release up to the camera.:::

ARTEST: Check it out, y'all!!! Soul sisters ALLURE are back with their new album, Chapter III, brought to you exclusively by Tru Warier Records and Tru Warier Entertainment LLC. The whole thang was produced, engineered and organized by Ron Artest, baby, so ya gotta go getchaself a copy! This record's gonna go straight to #1 y'all!! Tru Warier 4 Life!!!

:::Savoy interjects.:::

SAVOY: As I was saying, the days of people pushin' moi around are dead. I'm gettin' mine no matter what the cost... and it all goes down right here in the N-Y-C at Merrython with Copycat!! 4 years ago in Andrew Medina's World Wrestling League, Copycat and I went head to head for the WWL Television Title. Despite his and his freaky, psuedo-lesbian lackey's best efforts, I came out on top that night with a new piece of hardware in hand...

ARTEST: On TOP, baby!! That's how Steve Savoy likes it!!

SAVOY: Needless to say, when the two of us are all locked up and ROCKIN' Rockefeller Center like Rick James on a coke high, the end result will be much of the same. Don't think I'm underestimating you, CAT... cuz I'm not... not by a longshot. I'd be stupid to come in here and say you're some schlub from Sheboygan, when I'm talkin' about the guy who ended the reign of Manson. But Christmas Card success aside, the steak and eggs of the situation is that the strap 'round that luscious, li'l waist of yours is mine... makin' YOUR title reign little more than transition. But hey, don't be mad... and no hard feelings, OK? Hell, after I smash your spine like a stack of dimes and steal your metal, you and that fierce, fresh, frozen sundae of a woman are both invited to my after party. Who knows, if your lady plays her cards right, she can see the party in my pants too!

ARTEST: Ahh sh(FCC)!! Clear the floors! Icekold's up in Stevie's drawers!

:::Savoy and Artest, feeling quite pleased with themselves, begin to slap each other's hands repeatedly while making strange grunts and noises.:::

SAVOY: So yeah, Copycat, Icekold, and all the rest of you... listen up! The TRU WARIERS are here to disperse fear and drink beer, baby... and Merrython is our comin' out party! Gotta problem? Fill out a card and drop it in the box. Big Ron Studd here is always open to debate and discussion.

:::Artest slams his right fist into left palm.:::

ARTEST: David Stern's got nothin' on me here!

SAVOY: The Corona Man... HAS LEFT... the building!!!

:::FADE OUT:::

 

[GARTHIsTheLaw]

What's it worth

(Cueup: Loud arena noise and "My Way" by Butch Walker being blasted in the background)

(Fade in on the backstage area at Christmas Card. Black Rose stands before the camera with a microphone, and beside him is Copycat. Copycat has the WFW World Heavyweight Title slung over his shoulder and is holding a blood-soaked towel to his head)

Rose: Congratulations are in order, Copycat. After seeking the WFW World Heavyweight Title for over a year, you have finally captured it, and I'm wondering if we can get some of your thoughts.

Copycat: It may have taken me over a year to win this title, Rose, but that's just a small part of the picture. It has been EIGHT years since I've known what it's like to be the heavyweight champion of the world, and after all that time, I have FINALLY done it. I've been told my glory days are over, I've been told I'd never make it back to the top, I've been told I'd be a loser forever, and I've been called every name under the sun, but it doesn't make a lick of difference because of THIS, right here.

(Copycat indicates the belt on his shoulder)

Copycat: This championship belt proves everything I have said for the past year, that I AM the best this business has to offer. Now I can't tell you how long I'm going to have this belt, Rose. But the fact is, tonight, I am the world heavyweight champion for the first time in eight years. Tonight, I have shown that I am everything I say I am and more. Tonight, I have earned the respect of each and every person in that arena. And there's NO ONE that can take that away from me. Not Sean Edmunds, not El Arco Iris, not ANYBODY. Tonight was the greatest night of my life, Rose, and it's an experience that I will never, ever forget.

(Copycat winces and adjusts the towel clasped to his head)

Copycat: And now, I'm going to see if there's not something I can do about this whole "gushing blood from the forehead" thing.

(Fade out)

(Cueup: "Me Against the World" by Simple Plan)

(Fade in on Copycat sitting at a desk somewhere, presumably his house of exceeding enormity at its undisclosed location. He wears jeans, a black T-shirt, and his trademark beret. He has a huge bandage on his head and the WFW World Heavyweight Title belt sits before him on the desk)

Copycat: I just couldn't, in good conscience, not show that clip. I was on top of the proverbial world when I walked out of that arena the World Heavyweight champion. When I heard I was facing Steve "Shawn Hart" Savoy at the next card -- Steve will have to forgive me if I should happen to slip and call him Shawn, the old name had a much catchier ring to it -- I thought, great. Just because I'm the champion doesn't mean I can't continue to prove myself, and a match with Savoy will be a good way to do that. After all, the last time Steve nee Shawn and I met in the ring, he beat me. The next challenger is going to be either Sean Edmunds or Anarky, two men I've already beaten, so Savoy was going to be my opportunity to show I have staying power as the champion. And yet...

(Copycat adopts a look of slight disappointment)

Copycat: And yet, after watching Steve's promo, I am skeptical. When Savoy nee Hart beat me a few years back, he was considered the only guy in the league -- which shall remain nameless, for posterity's sake -- who could bring me down, because he was the only guy whose head I couldn't get into. We were both at the tops of our respective games, and he won in the end. Good for him. But this isn't the same.

(Copycat shakes his head sadly)

Copycat: Now, Steve is nothing but a collection of bad jokes. Rap albums. Cheesy, deliberate misspellings. Disgraced NBA stars. This isn't the Shawn Hart I faced years ago who took me to the limit. This is a man who no longer has any purpose. This is a man who no longer has the drive he had when he beat me, or even when he beat Doc Silver to capture the title belt you see before you now. This is a man who has no respect for himself. Lucky for him...

(Copycat raises an eyebrow)

Copycat: ...I happen to know a thing or two about respect. Funny thing about respect, though. For the last year, respect has been the driving force behind every triumph I've had. The world title? Yes, that was an important factor too. But respect always came first. I was laughed at by everyone when I started demanding respect from my opponents, but I didn't back down -- I kept at that goal, and for all the doubts I've had hurled at me ever since I vowed to get that respect, I am now the WFW World Heavyweight champion, and those who doubted me are not.

(Copycat eyes the belt on the desk)

Copycat: And with this title belt comes a certain degree of respect. Everyone in that locker room -- everyone I vowed to get my due respect from -- even if they don't want to respect me, they have to respect THIS. Because this is the ultimate goal of every wrestler on the WFW roster. This belt carries with it an OBLIGATION of respect. And as such, my demanding it from my opponents would be somewhat redundant. Guys like Doc Silver, Scotty Michaels, Michael Manson...no matter how hated they were, they were RESPECTED as champions. Even someone like Steve Savoy, who is probably too confused to even remember the definition of "respect," is obligated to respect me to some degree. Any other opponent, and he wouldn't be getting a shot at the WFW World Heavyweight Title.

(Copycat fixes his eyes back on the camera)

Copycat: So let me ask you something, Steve. How much do you want this title belt? How much do you want to beat me and join the exclusive club of two-time WFW World Heavyweight champions? What is it worth to you? Because I can tell you, right now, you do not by ANY means deserve the title of World's Finest Wrestler. When you beat me years ago, that had a purpose. It wasn't just that you needed that title win...I needed something, too. I needed that loss to bring me down to earth, to show me everything I was doing wrong with my career. It was a year and a half before I was defeated again, so I'd like to think that it worked. I won't claim, of course, that my loss was in any way DELIBERATE -- you beat me fair and square, or at least, as fairly and squarely as could have been expected of the two of us at that point in our careers. That had a purpose. Your title shot now? It doesn't.

(Copycat glances away, then looks back at the camera, a sarcastic look on his face)

Copycat: You can come to Merrython with your laughable rap album, your pointless "Tru Warier" program, your waste of life of a sidekick. And you know what it's going to get you? Another tick in that loss column. I am not about to give this title away, Steve. And while I will defend this belt to the best of my ability against anyone who is given a shot at it, there is something I will not do under ANY circumstances.

(Copycat glares into the camera)

Copycat: I will not -- WILL NOT -- lose this belt to an opponent I do not respect. And Savoy, at this moment, I have no respect for you. If you can prove yourself worthy of my respect, then we can make this match a fantastic one. But if you DON'T, I will see to it that there is absolutely NO way you will take my championship belt from me. This belt means far too much to be held by a joke like you, Savoy. Nothing short of proving yourself worthy of respect is going to give you a chance at winning this belt.

(Copycat pulls the belt to himself, still staring into the camera)

Copycat: Without my respect, you will never -- EVER -- take my title. And that, Steve Savoy, is just all there is to it.

(Fade out)

 

[ShawnHartXXX]

Master of the 90 Second Promo: Steve Savoy

:::FADEIN--No gloss, no glamour, no big-time production. Just a simple set with a generic background and a man. That man is Steve Savoy, decked out in eel-skin boots and a yellow, pleather jump suit... ready for action. With a snicker, he begins to speak.:::

SAVOY: In this world, some people are winners... and others are losers. Copycat is all three! This Feline Faux Pas has taken it upon himself to smear my good name like a political campaign and the time has come for Big Steve Savoy to put the big boot down on 'im. He questions my desire? Fine. I question his sexual orientation, but let's stick to the topic. We don't need to dance around with words, what we need to do is focus. Focus is the key to kung-fu... and my kung-fu is greater than yours!

:::He quickly strikes a Karate Kid crane kick pose, then resumes his hype piece.:::

SAVOY: Copycat, you've been allowed to linger like a bad Cranberries song long enough. You're like that tacky reality show that just keeps on comin'. Like it or not... I think it's high time you've been voted off the island. All shenanigans aside, my goal is to swipe that strap of yours. I will not be denied. You can call my character into question and hell, I could do the same, but rather than engage in endless debate packed complete with cliches and BS... I think I'll just drop into the PPV, do my business, and leave you standing there with a stupid look on your face. I'm a champion, Cat... always have been, always will be... and after we go toe to toe like a couple'a Colombian cock-fighting chickens, I'll have the belt to prove it. That's it. No games, no jokes, now's just not the time for it. I'm serious as a heart attack, and this bit of cardiac arrest is comin' up on your ass. End of discussion. See you in the ring, chief. The PHENOM... has left... the building.

:::FADE OUT:::

 

[GARTHIsTheLaw]

Sad, sad day

(Cueup: "Beautiful" by Marvelous 3)

(Fade in on standing in front of a computer-generated WFW backdrop. He wears jeans, a WFW Copycat "THE RESPECT THAT I DESERVE" T-shirt, and his trademark beret at a haphazard angle. The WFW World Heavyweight Title rests on Copycat's shoulder. He looks tired)

Copycat: Funny hearing from you now, Steve.

(Copycat rubs his eyes)

Copycat: Thought you might have forgotten about our little date coming up at Merrython. Or better yet, I thought you might have taken to heart the things I told you. All I asked was that you prove yourself worthy of my respect, and we could have ourselves a great match unmarred by rap songs and basketball jokes. And for a while, it seemed like you might actually do that. But...

(Copycat shakes his head sadly)

Copycat: No such luck. I mean, the rap and basketball are gone, but I have a sneaking suspicion that that only happened because you couldn't find Artest in time to include him in the promo. Instead, you made a gay joke. Did I travel into the future and end up in another match with Sean Edmunds? I wonder if I can tell my past self to bet on Edmunds to beat Anarky.

(Copycat, still trying to rub the tired from his eyes, looks into the camera)

Copycat: I'm in no mood, Steve, so let me make this simple. You've done absolutely nothing to prove yourself worthy of my respect. You haven't even tried. I don't have to worry, here, about making YOU respect ME, because that is an obligation that goes along with challenging for this illustrious championship belt. In fact, not only have you put absolutely no effort into gaining my respect, you seem to have lost all respect you had for yourself. That promo you cut? Your heart wasn't in it. You cracked a couple of jokes, but nothing anyone would find amusing. Reality TV, "The Karate Kid," underground cockfighting. Sad.

(Copycat wipes away an imaginary tear)

Copycat: You need to reorganize your priorities, Steve. You want the WFW World Heavyweight Title, but you're not ready to hold it. When you beat Doc Silver for the title the first time, it was an enormously-anticipated match. C.O.C.K.S. were running WFW, Doc was defending against all comers, Alex Wylde popped up as the guest referee...people cared, Steve. But this? This isn't anywhere near the same. People are losing interest in you rapidly. And you've got no one to blame but yourself. You don't even seem to care about your career. Ron Artest? Jesus.

(Copycat takes the WFW World Heavyweight Title off his shoulder and looks at it)

Copycat: The fans aren't interested in you, Steve, because you aren't interested in you. I don't have any respect for you, Steve, because you don't have any respect for yourself. And come Merrython, you are not going to take away my WFW World Heavyweight Title, Steve, because this title will do nothing for you. I told you before that I will see to it that this title cannot be won by someone I don't respect, and I stand by that. But it would be a downright insult to WFW if you were to represent it as champion in your current state. For all the sh(BLEEP)t I've gone through since joining WFW, I am not about to allow its highest title to be held by a man who is a shell of his former self.

(Copycat rests the title belt back on his shoulder)

Copycat: Don't expect to walk out of Merrython the World's Finest Wrestler, Steve. I won't let that happen. But do expect to walk out of Merrython a little smarter. I know you're better than this, Steve. The man who once ruled WFW with C.O.C.K.S., as ridiculous as that group was, is above making bad rap music and hanging out with Ron Artest. Think it over. If nothing else, let our match at Merrython serve as a jump-start for the self-respect you have lost all traces of. Because that is what you need right now, not this WFW World Heavyweight Title, and it is the only thing you can even HOPE to walk out of our match with. And that, Mr. Savoy, is just all there is to it.

(Copycat walks off-camera rubbing his eyes as we fade out)