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AGGRESSION 71: The First (c) v. Aaron Jones - NON TITLE

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(FADEIN: The First standing in front of an EPW banner, his face painted in the "Eye of Horus" motif, black outfit, EPW World Title resting over his shoulder.)

FIRST:Look Aaron, I get what you're doing, it's noble and all that jazz, trying to make things right for following around Copycat for all that time, but the truth is, nobody cares about Copycat and what he did to this company. He took his shot and in the end he came up a little short against Anarky and that was that. You got duped, it happens to people, you've paid whatever price you needed to pay and have cleaned the slate. As the High Priest of the Empire I absolve you of your sins of following Copycat around and release you from the penance of having to continue to wrestle.

Now you can accept this offer of mercy and not disgrace this industry by getting into the ring with me. You can retire and let everyone know that the whole Copycat thing was just a phase and you've outgrown it and you're ready to move on with your life, let your dad get you a gig working in the back office fetching coffee for Lesbian Siegel and the rest of the paper pushers, maybe one day you'll be some sort of assistant to Dan Ryan and wield some tiny bit of political power in EPW.

Or you can get in that ring with me, and if you do that. Well Aaron I'm going to make this clear to you. I'm breaking your arm there is no way of getting around it. No ref in EPW is strong enough to pull me off you by himself, and the stooges in the back won't be quick enough to hit the ring to stop me from pulling on your arm till it breaks. Rest assured that will be the final result of this match if you do foolishly step through those ropes.

For I am in a terrible mood. I had defeated Impulse and Sean Stevens and was leaving that cage with victory secured and all that I needed was for my partner to follow me, and he didn't. He denied me my victory out of his own foolish ego, and sadly for you Aaron, you're the first person I'm legally allowed to beat the shit out of since that happened.

And I fully intend to get my money's worth out of that chance. I fully intend to do things to you that would get me jail time if they were not committed inside a ring for the entertainment of the masses. I want you to think about that, think about it long and hard before you decide if you want to get in that ring.

Is this the dream Aaron (holds belt up) do you imagine yourself one day holding this belt and being the best in this industry? Let me tell you something right now…Stop dreaming, it’s never going to happen. This belt is beyond the likes of you, it’s at the end of a long road of pain and sacrifice but more than that, it requires talent and will…Things that are in short supply when it comes to you.

I don’t know or really even care what the motives will be for you to get into that ring should you desire to forgo my act of charity and you do seek to fight me, just know that once you’ve stepped into that ring you have forfeited control of your life, your body, your very soul…They will all belong to me…

You’ll be my puppet, you’ll be my plaything, my toy to do as I please with…You’ll exist only for me to take pleasure in your suffering, to bask in your torment and laugh as you suffer…

Remember the day Copycat left you and admitted it was all a lie? That feeling when your whole world came crashing down all around you and there was nothing left for you but the realization that you had been used and mislead by a madman?

That night will be NOTHING compared to what I’m going to do to you.

Don’t show up Aaron, save yourself.

Don’t make me destroy you.

(FADEOUT)
 

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<i>(We fade in on the interior of the training gym that’s played a prominent role in so many Aaron Jones promos of late. Jones sits in a chair, facing the camera. Behind him is the whiteboard that had previously held the King of the Cage tournament brackets, but those have been erased and replaced with an assortment of gym-related reminders not worth detailing)</i>

<b>Aaron Jones:</b> I told them they didn’t have to erase the brackets just to avoid reminding me that I’m out of the tournament, but truth be told, I think they were kind of regretting losing the use of the whiteboard for the entire run of the tournament.

<i>(He shrugs disinterestedly)</i>

<b>Jones:</b> My one-time tag team partner has since asked me not to speak to him about what transpired in the cage against Rezin and Anarky, and I can’t think of a good reason to needle him about it, so I’m leaving it alone for now.

All I can really say about that match – and, I suppose, the King of the Cage tournament in general – is that I lasted a hell of a lot longer than anyone seemed to expect. Credit Malcolm Joseph-Jones for that one if you want to; it doesn’t make me feel any worse about it.

Hey, I went just as far in the tournament as the EPW World Heavyweight Champion did, right? That’s got to count for something.

<i>(Jones looks like he’s going to chuckle about that one, but he takes a second to pause and stop himself)</i>

<b>Jones:</b> Now, I’m just reflecting on my own performance here. I know it sounds like a cheap shot, First, but that isn’t my intention. Honestly.

I’ve got no reason to sit here and take potshots at you. I know we’ve got a match scheduled for Aggression 71, and I know trash-talk is kind of the standard approach in that kind of situation, but look at it from my perspective.

I’ve got nothing to gain from twisting the knife deeper.

I’m not the kind of guy who tries to upset his opponent to gain some sort of psychological edge. And I’m definitely not the type to go on an ego trip, for a wide variety of pretty obvious reasons.

So with that in mind, I hope you won’t take my question here as an insult, but as an honest expression of curiosity:

What exactly is it, First, that you’re so afraid of?

<i>(Jones looks back and forth as if searching for an answer)</i>

<b>Jones:</b> Look – I know it’s not me. Whatever people may be saying about me these days, I’m sure they aren’t saying I inspire fear.

But there’s clearly something eating at you, First, and it’s more than just anger.

You’re angry that you lost in the King of the Cage tournament, I’m sure. But blind, directionless rage isn’t really your thing.

I mean, what are the two things the First is best known for in EPW? His long, heroic crusade to dethrone Sean Stevens, and his elaborate master plan to recapture the title.

Those things suggest a man with patience.

And that’s inconsistent this new macho, chest-pounding “Don’t get in the ring with me or I’ll break every bone in your body!” routine.

So what’s up? Why the sudden change in attitude?

Do you feel vulnerable about having been beaten by Sean Stevens and Impulse? Or about not being able to overcome what I’m sure you felt was a handicap forced upon you by Cameron Cruise, despite your constant assurances that you would?

Or maybe you’re just feeling insecure now that all the eyes in the room are focused on a tournament you’re no longer part of.

Hell, I don’t know. Psychoanalysis isn’t my thing. It was Copycat’s thing, and with the caveat that hindsight is 20/20, I think he spent way too much time on it.

Look, First. As unimportant as I’m sure you’ll claim I am, you’ve obviously put at least some work into studying me. You know, at least on the most basic level, that I decided to step in the ring, despite my comparative lack of training, to atone for the ugly things I contributed to as Copycat’s accomplice.

You also know that despite the difficulties I’ve faced and the losses I’ve accumulated, I’m still here. So you probably also realize how important it is to me that I see this through.

And if you know all that, it stands to reason that you should know – you really, really should know – that I won’t back down from you, no matter how much you threaten me.

I might not win. I might not even put up a good fight. But I won’t back down.

You’re not really trying to convince me otherwise. You’re just putting on a big show.

So drop the act.

I’m not asking for any help here. I’m not asking for a fair fight. I’m not asking for a clean match.

I’m just asking for honesty.

There’s not much I can promise about myself, but I can always promise that.

I can always promise to put everything I have into a match, for whatever that’s worth.

And I can promise that no matter what happens at Aggression 71, I’m not going anywhere.

All the threats in the world won’t change my mind.

<i>(Jones stares into the camera for a second before getting up and walking over to it. Seconds later, we cut to black)</i>
 

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(FADEIN: The First sitting on a bench near the Bewitched statue in downtown Salem, in the same outfit and make up as before.)

FIRST: You speak the truth Aaron when you say you made it as far as I did, you too were in the bracket of death and you too were defeated, same as I...You were right to say it was the truth and that such facts can not be dismissed out of hand...

Now then, let's talk some more truth...You want to know why I've changed, why I'm beating my chest and making threats? Well on the first point...I haven't changed, every match I enter I make threats to my opponent, that's the nature of the business Aaron, I don't act all nicey nice with my opponents, I tell them I'm going to hurt them and then defeat them, I told Cameron Cruise I was going to humiliate him and I did, I told the Sad King I would unseat him, and I did...

See Aaron, I always threaten people, but those people who I threatened were my peers, wrestlers at the height of their powers, the elite of this industry...You are not one of those men, you're my inferior in every part of this game, you're nowhere near as strong as me, as fast as me, as smart as me, you are hopelessly outmatched against me.

And that turns my threats against you...Into the truth...I will impose my will upon you and do as I please to you. My statements of what kind of damage I will dish out to you are not boasts or taunts...They are statements of fact.

I am America with her unstoppable war machine calling out some hapless nation and promising death and destruction if our demands are not met, be it non-existant WMD's be removed from your nation or your leadership must step down cause it displeases us. You are that hapless nation who has no choice but to obey or be ruined.

You say that you're seeing this through, what exactly is it you're seeing it through? What is this path you're on and where does it end? How many losses must you suffer before you'll feel you've paid your debt to the Empire by backing Copycat? Is there an amount of blood you need to lose and pain you need to suffer before you feel good about yourself? If so I'll take care of it all in that ring.

You want to bleed and suffer for your sins? I can do that for you, I can be the man who gives you the redemption you need. I'll split you open from ear to ear, I'll concuss you and break your arm...I'll maim you and make sure you leave that ring on a stretcher, and none of these statements are threats, they are promises, they are the truth.

You say you'll show up for Aggression 72 to continue your pointless run of being beaten up and giving people easy victories? I doubt it, because I can and will put you on the shelf.

I don't like that you're in this company as a wrestler when so many others would kill for a chance to get in front of the bright lights and be on the big stage. I hate that nepotism has given you our place here and that Dan Ryan amuses himself by watching you get whipped show after show...It's an unfunny sit-com that's lasted far too long, and it's high time somebody finally canceled it.

So "Everyone Beats Aaron" ends at Aggression 71. The series finale is a very special episode in which young Aaron tries his best against EPW's World Champion and he leaves on a spineboard with his ref father sobbing over what has become of his stupid child. It ends because I say it ends and I can make my will become reality.

Lemme tell you how it goes down Aaron, again this is just the truth, no threats. I’m never going to attempt to pin you. This match only ends when you tell the ref to stop it or the ref waves it off…I will beat you and hurt you in every way I know how, I fully intend to leave you unable to leave that ring under your own power.

You don’t like me saying these things Aaron? Well guess what, you REALLY won’t like it when I am DOING these things to you and you have no answer for them. See that’s the whole point of this, I’m going to back it up in the ring and you have NO WAY of stopping me.

I want to know what’s going through your mind as you lay on the mat in a fetal ball, your ribs bruised and cracked, blood covering your face, your vision foggy from all the punishment you’ve taken, what makes you go on, what drives you to continue to do something nobody cares about. Nobody on this earth cares about your supposed redemption, nobody even remembers Copycat or cares about what he did. You’re this lost soul trying to fix something that nobody knows was broken…You’re a fool charging at the windmill.

Only this windmill hits back and instead of you looking like a fool, you’ll get hurt, and badly hurt…Be sure to give the heroic thumbs up from the stretcher to let everyone know you’re OK, it is always so heartwarming when NFL players do that, to let folks know the blood sport they watch hasn’t killed anyone, it’s just led them to a life of pain before they die early.

And so it is with you and me, two men sent into a ring to fight for the entertainment of the masses, only this is not gladiators fighting at the height of their powers, but rather the famous battle of the Christians Vs the Lions, and this lion will stand over you and roar the roar of a predator who has captured it’s pray…I will stand over your broken body and shout at the masses in that arena and all across the world watching on TV…

Are you not entertained?

ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!

(FADEOUT)
 

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<i>(We fade in on a gym interior – possibly the same one we usually see in Aaron Jones’ promos, though this looks to be a different section of it. In the center of the camera shot is a weight bench, on which Jones is seated. Various and sundry weight equipment is visible on all sides of the bench. If anyone else is actually in the room, though, they’re not to be seen. Jones has the worn-out, sweat-drenched appearance of someone who might not know his limits, and he exhales deeply before addressing the camera)</i>

<b>Aaron Jones:</b> You ask for honesty, you get sweeping predictions of the future presented as inevitable.

It’s what I deserve, I guess, for not being clearer.

<i>(Jones stretches his arms, then his neck, in the exaggerated fashion of a person who isn’t quite sure how to get them to stop aching)</i>

<b>Jones:</b> I never said threats were unusual for you, of course. I’m pretty sure I’m the only member of the EPW roster who doesn’t threaten his opponents, and there are good, solid reasons for that.

What was unusual for you – or so it seemed to me, anyway – was the tone. Less evil genius, more ’80s movie jock. I’m half expecting the phrase “sweep the leg” to work its way into your next round of proclamations.

That whole “beat you to death and then bathe in your blood” line might sound normal coming from an Anarky or a Sean Stevens or even a Cameron Cruise, if you really piss him off. But from you?

Shoot, re-watch the video you just filmed for me a month from now and try to make it through the whole thing without wincing and saying, “Ugh, is that what I sounded like?” It’s going to be like hearing your voice on an answering machine for the first time.

I get it. You’re upset about losing. I know alllllllll about that.

You’re feeling pangs of insecurity that you might not be the center of the EPW universe for the next few weeks. You’re probably a little spooked that the next time you have to put that World Heavyweight Title on the line, maybe you won’t be able to keep it on a technicality.

Hey, I don’t blame you. I’d probably feel the same way in your position. And for that matter, who’s to say I wouldn’t also deal with those feelings by doubling down on the threats of permanent injury?

So I know where you stand. And you know where I stand. I laid it out pretty simply, I think: I might not win, but I won’t back down.

Anyway, the threats I’ve heard before. And the attempts to diminish my reasons for being here in EPW, I’ve heard those even more often.

Frankly, I don’t expect a lot of people to fully understand my motivations, especially if they haven’t been there themselves. And at any rate, if I had completely different motivations for stepping in the ring, I’m sure everyone would try to diminish those too.

That’s how this works, right?

No, First, what’s got me curious here is those bold guarantees of yours that I leave Aggression 71 on a stretcher. Or maybe in a body bag, as I half expect you to claim the next time I see your smiling face.

I asked you for truth, and what you gave me was clairvoyance.

It’s a neat parlor trick.

But here’s the thing: You’re not the first psychic to pull that image up in his crystal ball.

In fact, I’ve seen that image pop up in so many crystal balls, I’m starting to think it’s just the same piece of stock footage being played over and over again. Just Photoshop in two new faces, and you’re good to go.

Rezin and Anarky threatened to utterly destroy me. So did Malcolm Joseph-Jones, if I cost him his place in the King of the Cage tournament. And those six other guys I shared the ring with in that Television Title match? Heck, the only ones who didn’t threaten to kill me were the ones who didn’t say anything at all.

Take a close look, First.

I’m. Still. Here.

Now you’re going even further than they did. You’re making an iron-clad guarantee that my career ends at Aggression 71.

Is that really the bar you want to set for yourself?

I don’t doubt that you’re bigger, stronger, faster, smarter than me. I don’t doubt that I’m outmatched. World champion versus winless in singles competition – who do you suppose those odds favor?

But First, I’m willing to bet this isn’t the first guarantee you’ve made.

I’m willing to bet that you swore up and down you wouldn’t lose your title to Anarky. Or to Cameron Cruise. Or that you wouldn’t lose to Sean Stevens all those times before you finally beat him.

In fact, the first time Dis was running around EPW, I bet you swore – to yourself, if no one else – that that wasn’t the way you’d ever do business.

That’s the tricky thing about predicting the future, First. Sometimes your good intentions just aren’t enough to turn vision into reality.

Trust me on that one, First. I know what I’m talking about. I’ve got more good intentions than I know what to do with, and not a whole lot to show for them.

You might head to that ring fully planning to end my career, but there are a million things that can go wrong for you. Don’t forget, you’ve got a lot of enemies – enemies who might relish the thought of you being humiliated.

But let’s say that doesn’t factor in. Let’s say that from the first ring entrance to the final commercial break, our match at Aggression 71 is just the First and Aaron Jones – no walk-ons, guest stars or cameos except the referee.

You might dominate me in that ring. You might seek to injure, not to win. You might have a game plan laid out in advance, with all plays engineered to lead to grievous injury.

I think you’ll find, though, that I’m not quite the easy prey you believe me to be.

Do I stand a good chance of winning this match? Nah. Even I’m not going to make that claim. You stand a very, very good chance of beating me.

But destroying me? Injuring me? Ending my career?

You’ve made a lot of guarantees, First. And guarantees aren’t really my thing.

But because you’re the world champion, I’ve got an extra-special one just for you.

You’re not getting rid of me.

You may beat me, bloody me, break my bones – but you’re not getting rid of me.

That is the only guarantee you’ll get from me.

And you know what, First?

Right now, it’s the only guarantee I need.

<i>(Jones stares into the camera for a second or two before getting up and switching it off, cutting things to black)</i>
 

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(FADEIN: The First standing in front of an EPW banner, same outifit and make up as before.)

FIRST: I make these statements because I can...It's like Alabama when they have some cupcake come to their stadium to get blown out, they can name the score and they know it, and the other team knows it too...Fact is that's the way of the world, the strong pray upon the weak and have their way with them.

I'm naming the score against you, I'm not making threats as you keep calling them, I'm telling you the facts, I don't like you, I hate what you stand for, some stupid child trying to do something, you're an idiot trying to 'find himself'

The ring is no place to 'find yourself' whatever it is that you're seeking, you won't find it in that ring. I don't care what your reasons for being in the ring are, I know the facts are that you're 160 pounds soaking wet, you're untrained and you're unathletic, you're a disgrace to the industry.

Two out of the last three shows I've fought children who didn't have a clue what it meant to be a wrestler, you're going to tap just like the last one did, it's how I treat children who disrespect my ring and my way of life. Your fate is in my hands, I shall determine your destiny, and it's a painful and awful one Aaron, it's a lifetime of remembering the night you got your clock cleaned by the EPW World Champion...You'll know when it's going to know cause your bum arm will ache before the storm and all that good stuff.

You won't retire after this match? Good for you, go through the brutal physical rehab you'll need to get medically cleared to wrestle again, and after you do, I hope against hope the next guy who does fight you hurts you even worse than I did. I hope you keep getting maimed and beaten till one day Dan Ryan has to pull you aside and tell you that it's over, he can't let you go out there any more. You'll protest and ask to sign a waiver or whatever you need to do, but he'll tell you it's done and he can't risk EPW by letting a kid who has no business being in the ring end up dead in the ring.

And if he's a sadist who just gets his rocks off by allowing you to get beaten half to death show after show, then I hope when you're 40 and can't hold a conversation for more than 5 minutes, when you wake up in constant pain and have a hard time walking, I hope your stupid quest was worth it.

Know that I'll enjoy knowing I've helped contribute to your diminished standard of life, because I don't suffer fools, and that's what you are...The ring is a warzone, it's a place for warriors to battle, it's a place where men test their wills and see how far they can push themselves, it's the proving ground...But that's all it is...You have to eat right, train hard, work out night in and night out, you have to spar and grapple and keep working on your body to make sure it's primed for battle...You, you're still a flabby, little boy who thinks that just cause he puts on the boots that makes him a wrestler.

You have no idea what it means to be a wrestler...You think Anarky and Rezin were talking big about killing you? You were an afterthought, the big monster MJ2 was the threat, that's who they were focused on, all they wanted out of you was a warm body to pin for three seconds...You had a monster to hide behind in that cage...

This time there is nobody to hide behind, this time it's just you, all alone...I'll let you in on a secret Aaron...I'm going to waive my right to enter the ring second...I'm going to that ring first...I want you to walk to that ring and have to look at me...I want you to have to look into my eyes and know what's coming...I want you to see my hatred for you...I want you to understand what you're walking into...Maybe in that final hour you'll finally figure out what's about to happen and you'll flee the arena like a smart man would...


Or it's just more likely that you have a death wish...And well in that case...I'll do what I can to see to it that your wish is granted.

(FADEOUT)
 

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<i>(We fade in on the interior of a gym locker room. Mercifully, for the sake of the viewers, it has been cleared out of all humanity save one person – Aaron Jones, who leans against a row of lockers. Supplementing his usual gym attire is an exceedingly cheap championship belt prop, slung over his shoulder)</i>

<b>Aaron Jones:</b> When they found out I was going to be facing the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, even though they knew it was a non-title match, they decided to get me a belt of my own to bring to the ring.

This isn’t even licensed EPW merch. It’s a generic piece of plastic that I’m sure was bought second- or third-hand at a thrift store. I’ll be lucky if it doesn’t have bedbugs.

Don’t worry, First. I’m not actually going to bring it to the ring with me. I have too much respect for the real title – and, believe it or not, for you – to do that.

But I want you to take a good, close look at this piece of junk. Here you go.

<i>(Jones pulls the belt off his shoulder and holds it up for the camera, keeping it just far enough away from the lens to prevent the faded writing on it from being legible. After a couple of seconds, he slings it back over his shoulder)</i>

<b>Jones:</b> Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Damn punk kid, parading around his toy belt, got no business in the ring to begin with grumble grumble grumble.”

But be honest, First: This was you once, wasn’t it?

And not just when you were growing up, watching wrestling on TV, dreaming of one day becoming a big star. I’m talking more recently.

There wasn’t a physical belt in that case, I imagine. But there didn’t need to be.

It was the first thing you saw when you closed your eyes at night – you, inside the ring, holding the World Heavyweight Title over your head. Or posing for a photo with it. Or standing in the entranceway with the belt on your shoulder and a mic in your hand, taunting the next poor sap to be granted a shot at it.

Nobody else had that vision, though, did they? Maybe they pictured themselves as champ one day, but you? You were just another painted face in the tag team division.

You were too small, too inexperienced, too innocent to ever amount to anything.

I bet when you first stepped up to Sean Stevens, he used almost those exact words.

Now, I’m not comparing us directly. Your situation in that 2008-2009 window and my situation now are different in a lot of ways.

I’m not saying you should look at me and think, “Hey, he’s just where I was four years ago,” because I’m not.

But have you picked up even a hint of irony in all the things you’ve said to me?

I bet you haven’t. And I bet I know why.

You probably wouldn’t expect this about me, First, but I’m a fast learner. I know it took me much longer than it should have to realize Copycat was using me, and I can’t offer excuses for that, but in most other situations, I’ve been known to pick things up quickly.

And this is something I’ve learned about so many people in EPW, and probably the wrestling business as a whole: When they get to where they want to be, time stops.

You hate me because you don’t think I deserve to be a wrestler – but at one time, you faced hatred for the exact same reason, and you’ve overcome it.

Now, you’ve forgotten you ever faced that hatred. And you echo the jeers that were directed at you not so long ago.

How many people threatened to break your bones, only for you to survive with just some bumps and bruises? How many people told you your outlook on life was stupid and would only hold you back?

I mean, for God’s sake, you’ve even started taking shots at me because of my size.

You – the guy who proved a world champion need not top 200 pounds! Sure, guys like Malcolm Joseph-Jones give me grief because of my size, but they’ve got 100 pounds on me.

Look.

There’s no doubt the odds are in your favor. There’s no doubt those odds are nearly overwhelming.

I’m not afraid to say it: Nobody expects me to win this match.

But when you start making bold predictions about the future and the nigh-certain end of my career, you’re just taunting the cosmos, begging them to embarrass you.

Nobody expected you to beat Sean Stevens the first time you faced him. But you kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back.

Try to think about how he felt when you – the skinny, goofy-looking, one-half-of-a-sullen-tag-team nothing – grew up to take the title from him.

And then imagine how it would feel if the same thing happened to you.

<i>(Jones lets the toy belt fall off his shoulder and continues looking into the camera)</i>

<b>Jones:</b> Now, I don’t claim to have your gift for fortune-telling. The odds of my ever becoming world champion are even longer than yours were when you first started out.

Maybe I’ll never rise to that level. Maybe I’ll never rise above the level I’m at now.

But if we can be clear about just one thing, First, let’s be clear about this:

<i>You</i> don’t get to make that determination.

You come to Aggression 71 planning to do whatever you feel you have to do. I’ll do the same. We’ll see what happens.

Just don’t think you can get rid of me because you don’t like the way I do things.

True, I might not have the best survival instinct.

But you just see if I don’t survive.

<i>(Jones moves forward and quickly shuts off the camera, cutting abruptly to black)</i>
 

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(FADEIN: The First sitting in front of 4 TV’s. On one screen is Anarky, on the one opposite him is “Triple X” Sean Stevens, above them are Rezin and Impulse.)

FIRST: I’ve been enjoying listening to these four men talk as they trade barbs, exchange threats and boast of their greatness, this is a war of words designed to gain advantage when they enter that cage. The Bracket of Death will have it’s winner, and with teams as even as this, anything can make a difference, something you say gets a man off his game plan, gets him to be too aggressive, maybe makes him decide he needs to REALLY kick your ass, not just get the three count, leaves the door open for you, then you’ve got an edge.

It happened on the last show, Cameron Cruise didn’t take victory when I handed it to him, no instead the man wanted to go after me instead of following me to victory, and in doing so we lost. At that elite level a decision like that makes or breaks a match, why did he do it? Did Impulse or Stevens get under his skin? Did he just hate me too much to let me win? Who’s to say, all that matters is that it happened.

And so I revel in their debate, their arguing all of it is a kind of music to my ears, unlike us Aaron, you see our conversation is pointless…Nothing we say here changes what happens in the ring. I could spend my time talking about how Twilight is a misunderstood masterpiece about the human condition and wanting what we can’t have. You could go on a tirade about gun control laws and how they would or would not have stopped that horrible shooting in that school. We could discuss anything big or small in this world and in the end none of it would make a dime’s worth of difference in that ring.

The other reason why wrestlers talk, to drum up interest in the fight so the people will pay to see it, that’s out the window with us also. There are those who want to see me lose, but even the blindest of fanatics knows you’re not the man who’s going to best me.

Cause I’m going to crush you, you’re not a wrestler, you’re a sideshow, you’re the freak who bites the head off of chickens, you’re a putz who has no business being in the ring with me. Our conversation is you promising to keep on keeping on like the little engine that could…My vow to you is that I’ll make that as hard as possible.

You exist only because nobody else in this company has really wanted to cripple you…Everyone else in the locker room looks at you and hopes they get paired with you so they can enjoy a show where they get to spend more time with the family or girlfriend, less time in the gym, more days they get to eat bad food and slack off, because fighting Aaron Jones means one thing, that after the match is over Dave Thomas, Dean Matthews and Mike Neely will be talking about how impressive they looked after they beat you.

Hell I’d bet that half the time they let you get a few moves in just to make it look good, they tell Dan Ryan that you’re improving and that someday you’ll be something, anything to keep that Aaron Jones Holiday as a possibility in the future.

Me on the other hand, I’m training just as hard for you as I would for anyone else, I’m not holding anything back, you’re fighting the EPW World Champion and he’s coming for blood.

At the battle of Gettysburg, when Pickett’s Charge was being brutally and totally slaughtered a bunch of men made it to the Union line and engaged them in hand to hand fighting. At a place called The Angle the fighting was fierce and intense but in the end the rebel army was beaten back. That piece of land is known as the high-water mark of the confederacy.

When you walk to the ring, it will be the high-water mark of your career, it will be the greatest moment of your time as a wrestler, you about to fight the best wrestler in this industry today. You being given the chance to say you fought me in a one on one match is an honor you’re not really worthy of.

And when it’s over, when you’re carried out of that ring to the local hospital and you say to yourself that this won’t hold you back, that your quest to do whatever it is you’re doing needs to continue, ask yourself one simple question…Why? Why keep doing this? Why get back into the ring? Why shorten your life by a decade or more? Why put yourself through this abuse for a quest that has no end. You can’t make what Copycat did not happen, you can’t reverse history.

And so you’re a prisoner of history, your own past mistakes make you compound them with even bigger mistakes, and Aggression 71 will be the biggest mistake of them all, you getting in the ring with me. I’m going to set a bar…The “how badly can you maim Aaron Jones” bar…I want the next man you fight to one up me, and then the person after him to one up that beating, till finally your body or your will breaks.

This company shouldn’t have you in it Aaron, you’re an insult to everything the Empire stands for, at Aggression 71 I begin the process of exiling you from this land, once and for all.

(FADEOUT)
 

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