[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: The weather channel called it one of the worse tornado's of the year. The down pour was frightening. Tree's fell, panel literally peeled off of the sides of houses, and several of the neighborhood's roofs caved in. It was a cold, unforgiving night filled with thunderous roars, and terrifying lightening bolts...[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]... and, there he stood, in the midst. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]He wasn't Jesus Christ, but he was the closest thing to the perfect specimen. He had the stature of the Greek God Adonis, and despite the 50 mile an hour winds, and heavy rain drops, that pounded against his head and left him soaked, he looked the part. He was fearless, undeterred, and unflinching. His wardrobe was simple, a wife beater, and army fatigued cargo shorts, he was the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and he was preparing for war. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]He was the Blue-Eyed Badass himself, SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You don't get to where I've been by being stupid. I know "the score", I read the dirt sheets, and will not walk into this match-up blind. I know what Lindsay Troy wants to see, because Lindsay Troy is a self centered prima donna that can't stand the fact that her name is no longer synonymous with Empire Pro Wrestling, and mine is. Lindsay Troy is furious because *I* replaced her as the face of the EPW, and did it my way, instead of in the manner in which she wanted it done. She wanted to leave on her own terms. Retire being heralded as the greatest champion in this company's history, before handing the title to someone sugary sweet and safe like JA, stamping him as her successor, simultaneously earning the praise of all of the smarks for passing the infamous torch. [/FONT]
"It was a brilliant scheme, that almost worked to perfection.
"Until I came along and threw a monkey wrench in it.
"I ran roughshod over her, her boyfriend, and her hand selected next-in-line. I became the King of the Cage, the only two time EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and she's nothing more than a warm and fuzzy reminder of a time when this company accepted being average. And, that's why she's angry and that's why you two are in this match."
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Water dripped down his face at a rapid pace, as a strong gust of wind blew, causing shaky footage. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You two both want to be champion, and will do anything in order to achieve that goal, but you also have something in common. In the past two years, I've either fucked your wife, fucked up your life, threw you out of a three story building, or ended your career, literally, and/or figuratively. And, Lindsay's banking on your equal amounts of disdain for me to be enough to do what she never could, and that's take the EPW World Heavyweight Championship away from me permanently, and again, she gets an A for effort, even if it's for being clever enough to get you two pawns to bite the bait, hook, line and sinker. [/FONT]
"She played with your emotions, dangled the title in your faces like a carrot, and you two silly rabbits saw opportunities for you to get your lives back, and you took it ... and, I don't blame you. But, let me remind you just who in the fuck you're dealing with.
"JA, do you remember that guy that whipped your ass in five minutes at Aggression 27? The guy that took your best efforts and turned it into a ten minute conquest in the King of the Cage finals? The man that – after being robbed of the EPW title by you and your cohorts – went to Unleashed with no momentum, supposedly down and out, in a match that was billed as your coming out party, and my last dance at the top, and walked out, not only as a two time Empire Pro champ, but the first to ever do so?
"I'm still that guy.
"See, I've got you all figured out. You say a bunch of shit in an effort to showcase your extensive vocabulary, but all of the big words ultimately mean nothing. You'll call somebody a promo bot, you'll talk about how we all say the same thing over and over, and, you'll find the most vile, disgusting form of feces to describe the rest of the members of The Fallen, and accuse them of assisting me in my efforts of defeating you, as if I needed them to do so.
"Yet, I'm the arrogant one.
"For all of the shit you talk, you still can't point to one single time in the JA/Triple X rivalry – if you want to call it that - that any member of The Fallen did anything to help me beat you. Every single time I've beaten you in the center of that ring, I did it by my lonesome. Sure, you'll tell yourself I needed the assist, but in all actuality, it's because you hate the fact that you have to look yourself in the mirror and know that in the grand scheme of things, you never measured up."
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A huge bold of lightening struck behind him, causing the footage to become snowy. Triple X didn't even budge, or turn his head to look. He continued. [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, maybe that's your biggest gripe with me. You were hand picked by this company to be better than you've been. Your EPW legacy was supposed to be so much more, but ever since I've stepped foot in this promotion, I've exposed you for what you really are. You're good, but you're not great. You have talent, but you're not elite. You're upper midcard, but you'll never be any company's standard bearer for little more than a week or two. [/FONT]
"And, *I* did that to you. *I* pulled back that curtain. When your EPW legacy is mentioned, people will only talk about how you were on the opposite end of history, and it's all my fault. So, go ahead and puff your little chest out, about Aggression. Oh, he walked out because he was scared! What kind of King walks out on a match! Blahblahblah Yeahyeahyeah.
"What kind of person would risk injury, knowing that one of the biggest pay-per-views in company history – that he's headlining – is right around the corner? I walked out of that match because – unless my title is on the line – I don't have anything else to prove against you. You're the one that has to prove that he still belongs. That I didn't kill your spirit after our last encounter, when you began to lose to every midcarder on our roster. Not me. Besides ... I knew there was a bigger picture."
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A smirk formed on the champions face, as he licked the rain from his lips.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: And, you're right Rocko, I expected all of this. From the first time those numbers interrupted one of my matches, I expected you to rear your ugly head. I expected you to come charging down the aisle, to cut a promo talking about how you never lost the EPW title, about how I took a year from your life, and how this is all personal. But, if you would've listened, you would've realized a very long time ago, that it's been that way for a very long time. From the day I beat you in the King of the Cage, til the day I scrambled your brains against that cinder block wall, before sticking my tongue down Caitlyn's throat. Remember when you beat me for the EPW title, then went on national television and told the world that I was a bitch? I took that personally. Remember the day you called yourself one-upping the world by locking Caitlyn in your trunk, so we couldn't harm her? That was the same day I outsmarted you – again – and hid in your hotel room's bathroom, and fucked her over your toilet seat, as she moaned my name ... that was personal. And, let's not forget the time I almost murdered you.[/FONT]
"You see, you say you can't die, Rocko, but I've already proved that theory to be a lie. Rocko Daymon was a fun loving, married, blue collared, people's champion, that switched gimmicks like underwear. You're an angry, alcohol abusing, brooding, shell of your former self. I killed the spirit ofRocko Daymon, and all that's left is his body.
"Where's Caitlyn, Rocko? Let me guess. One night, she comes home, tells you that she can't take it anymore, then walks out on you, right? Blame me. Motherfucker, *I* did that to you. I ruined your existence, I erased your legacy, I had sexual intercourse with the woman you loved and treasured the most, and I turned one of the hardest working and beloved wrestlers in history into ... you. The last two years in the EPW have been 'the Stevens era', and you were nothing more than an honorable mention.
"And, you actually have the audacity to tempt me to ruin your personal and professional life even more?"
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens shrugged.[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Okay, if you say so. But, just remember, when I destroy you physically, and finish off what's left of you mentally, you asked for this. You should've just stayed at home, Rocko. You should've left well enough alone. I gave you a way out that was painful, but it allowed you to still exist. Now, you've tied my hands, and have given me no other option. It was nice knowing you, Rocko..."[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Taking two steps forward, Triple X was now face to face with the camera. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: You said I needed to kill you in order to beat you at Wrestleverse? ...your wish is my command."[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FTB[/FONT][/FONT]