BLACK DAWN 2010: MAIN EVENT: WORLD TITLE: Stevens (c) vs. Hart vs. First vs. Cruise

DBrunkGXW · Apr 29, 2010

ELIMINATION RULES.

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The Great Eye · Apr 29, 2010

(FADEIN: The First sitting on a bench at the Salem Willows. His face painted white, with the Eye of Horus painted in black around both his eyes. His hair is a mess of red, green and purple mixed with the usual black. He’s wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, black boots. Muse sits next to him on the bench. She’s wearing a bowler hat with a large pair of gold plated goggles strapped around the hat. A blue top under a black corset, a brown leather skirt, fishnets, and black pumps finish her outfit.)

FIRST: Black Dawn, the final battle. My chase ends here in either success or failure…I either silence all the doubters…Or validate them, there will be no going back from this, my life changes forever after Black Dawn, for good or ill. It is only fitting who my opponents are.

Cameron Cruise…You were supposed to be an easy mark…Oh I’d lost to Stevens, your Anthology friends had just cost me the tag belts…But those losses didn’t hurt that bad, I’d proved myself against the EPW World Champion…My partner was wigged out and MIA…I had a new lease on life, I was going to win the Intercontinental Championship…Establish myself as the break out star of EPW…And solidify my ranks in the elite of this company…

And well, it didn’t happen…No, you did as you always say you will…And you gave me a reality check I just didn’t like…And I can’t say I didn’t merely dislike it…No, you devastated me…That really hurt when I lost to you…It wasn’t supposed to be that way, couldn’t be that way…

Was that way…

So you and your boys got to parade around that ring and cut a promo while I laid on the floor outside the ring, now having lost three matches in a row, now losing faith in myself, faith in what I was doing…I was in a dark place…And it wasn’t just about me…No, I felt the pain of all the fans who supported me, who backed me, and I’d let them down time and again…

MUSE: I see the forums on-line and there’s still folks that have gifs of all the face painted fans all upset after you lost to Cruise…”Reality Check Gothtards!” is normally the caption under it.

FIRST: See, that’s what this (Points to his face) is all about, anyone can buy a T-Shirt, anyone can rep the colors, but I want to know who’s hardcore about their support, the people willing to put in the time and effort to get made up, to show solidarity…For them to meet each other at the arenas and know they have a kindred spirit standing beside them…And letting them down time after time, it cut me to the bone…

But since Wrestleverse Three I’ve been fighting like a maniac, and it can’t stop now, it has to go through Black Dawn, it has to be continued at Black Dawn…You were there Cameron, at my lowest low…It is only fitting you’ll be there at my highest high. You will be one of the three men I vanquish to win the EPW World Title…You denied me my dream last time…This time the dream is even bigger, even more important…And I will achieve it.

MUSE: Cameron Cruise’s Reality has no chance of stopping our Destiny….

FIRST: Shawn Hart…My friend, you and I have had some wars…You and I have gone to battle more times then I’d think possible for two guys who have been on the same side of everything…After Aggression 50 I figured you and I might one day fight for the World Title, and you would get to prove your point to me that the EPW World Title would rest around the Phenom’s waist…I didn’t think it would be at Black Dawn…But that’s the magic of life, these things do happen.
But you know how far I’ve come Shawn, you know what I’ve done to form HOPE, to build all of this, to have gone after Triple X time after time and come so close, now, this time, I can’t let anyone stand in my way, friend or foe…Anthology or HOPE…This night is about me…About the quest I began over year ago at Aggression 42…Oh you did pin Triple X, something nobody’s done in a damn long time, and you clearly deserve to be here, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one leaving with the EPW World Title on this night…We can fight over it later, one on one and maybe then you’ll have your reign…But Black Dawn is not your time…

MUSE: You are the prime minister of getting sinister…But when Black Dawn has ended…The Phenom will leave the building, without the EPW World Title in his possession…

FIRST: And that leaves us with “Triple X” Sean Stevens…The man who’s spent so long telling me I only matter cause I name drop him all the time. A man who has told me he’d crush me with but a wave of his hand….Triple X decided to chat about the past the last few times he bothered to talk to me. He longs for it, the JA’s, the ‘real’ Rocko Daymon to come back and give him a run for his money…Begging for Felix Red…Pining for Lindsay Troy…

How did you win that belt off Lindsay Trip? Oh you didn’t now did you…No you see you won it from Joey Melton, won it off him in a three way because him and Lindsay were so busy trying to deal with the love triangle of a man, his twin brother, and their girlfriend. You snuck in like a thief in the night and took that belt away from a couple who didn’t have their minds on the belt, but their crumbling relationship…That’s the day the King first got to sit on the throne….

MUSE: You were not a Prince, whose day had come to be declared King, but a usurper who stole the throne…

FIRST: And your unworthy nature was quickly exposed for the world to see, as Rocko Daymon unseated you from your ill-gotten throne…Yet now you still have that belt…How did you regain it? Was it an epic battle that went nearly an hour before your glorious victory? Maybe it was a ladder match, and you sent in crashing to the floor, and you sat upon that ladder, a make shift throne from which to stare down at all in EPW?

No it was none of these things, you had your thug cripple Rocko Daymon, throw him nearly 30 to the ground, maim him, and then like a coward, you demanded he fight you with a broken arm…And when he wouldn’t, you demanded you be awarded the belt, when told you had to win it in a match with JA, you threw a fit…

Oh and Felix, you had your chance to fight him…But you picked me, remember Trip? You explained it to me time and again I was the weak link and you were going to expose me for being a fraud…So when you had the chance to fight Felix, you ducked him…But now that he’s gone…And you’re stuck with little old me…You long for him to snort some blow and get all existential on your ass...

Don’t tell me you want the past to come back….Because you acted like a b*tch then as much as you act like a b*tch now…Every opponent you face is an insult to your greatness, a gnat beneath even contempt in your eyes. This is your life…Your pathetic life…Where respect is weakness…Passion for the sport is something to ridicule and degrade…Where fleeing the ring and getting yourself disqualified are honorable means of retaining your title…(Shakes head)…Cameron Cruise must truly hate you, for you are single greatest denier of reality I’ve ever met…

But it all ends at Black Dawn…The Black Dawn will be the last day the sun rises upon the Kingdom of Triple X…I will take your belt…And then I shall take your crown…And I will hold it aloft…And the crowd shall cheer…And some will want a new king…But I shall SHATTER your crown…For I will not be a King, nor Emperor nor Pharaoh…No…I will be a champion of the people…The Outcast Hero…The avatar of the unwashed and the unloved…That’s what I’ll be…I’ll take the flag of EPW that you use as a banner to intimidate and oppress and turn it in to a flag to rally to, to embrace…

This is my time...My day...You are finished...

Rex Mortuus Est

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TRIPLE X: The Empire was formless and empty … second tier, B-list and barely considered … then *I* joined, and said: "Let there be light", and there was light, along with fame, fortune, record breaking pay-per-view sales, and it was good."
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TRIPLE X: …but then the Empire turned its back on me. And, I was sad. At first, I thought it was because I was the new guy … because I hadn't paid my dues, or perhaps it was because I was this big shot Greensboro/Seattle, Washington guy that made this incredible name for myself elsewhere, and that by initially showing resistance, the EPW was letting it be known that they were not going to roll over for me, just because of who I was. …and, I accepted that. <o

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"In fact, being a veteran of this industry, I expected that, so I did what any real competitor would do. I didn't go around, calling out Lindsay Troy every five seconds, I didn't use my second match in this company – coincidentally, a World Heavyweight Championship match – as a bargaining chip towards validation of me as a great wrestler. …I let my wrestling do my talking for me. <o

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"Night in, night out, I wrestled whoever this company threw at me, whenever they wanted me to, and I put them down. I built a brand, I added names to my resume, and I reminded the world just who in the fuck I am--" a large burst of lightning blasted simultaneously with the word: fuck, causing Stevens to stop momentarily, and look up at the sky, almost as if he were challenging God. <o

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TRIPLE X: ….by my actions."
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TRIPLE X: I did everything this company wanted me to do. I made public appearances; I took pictures with ugly women, as they disrespectfully fondled me, thinking they had a snowballs chance in hell of ending up in my bedroom. I signed autographs, kissed babies, and travelled the world, stretching myself thin, representing our brand, because I was happy, not just with being a wrestler, but I was happy being a member of Empire Pro Wrestling. <o

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"And, in a lot of ways, I still am. <o

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"But, from the very beginning, I was made aware of certain things. That no matter how much I smiled, no matter how many good deeds I did, no matter how many company wide battle royals, and King of the Cage tournaments I won, fair and square, I was never going to be accepted, and I would never be the EPW's choice as its face. In the KOTC tournament, Lindsay Troy stamped JA by coming down during one of his matches, and doing commentary, letting it be known that, in her mind, he was next in line for the guaranteed one on one shot to the winner. So when things didn't go according to her plan, when Melton outsmarted her for the strap, and I curb stomped the EPW's newest face to the concrete, EPW changed it’s mind and made my promised one on one match, a three way dance, throwing Lindsay Troy in the mix, because, well … after a two year undefeated streak being broken by such tomfoolery, there was no way she'd allow it again and lose two matches in a row, meaning I surely wouldn't win.<o

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"Despite the obstacles, despite the odds being stacked against me, I achieved my dreams of once again being a heavyweight champion; I proudly carried the banner of standard bearer on my shoulders, even though my beloved Empire made it crystal clear that I was nothing more than a big name that they had intended to feed to their choices of champions. <o

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"And, then the fans that I bled for, literally putting my life on the line every single time I stepped foot inside of a wrestling ring, turned on me because a blue-eyed, blonde, white, wannabe rapper told them to. So, in return, I got fed up, gave everyone my ass to kiss, and became what I am.<o

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"No longer am I company man, that jumps when Dan Ryan says jump. No longer will I pretend that I am anything less than the greatest wrestler on the planet to satisfy the insecure upper echelon of this roster. Instead of waiting for the EPW to anoint me as it's face, I took that title, I made everyone in this federation respect me, and I did it, not only with dastardly deeds, and trash talk. I did it with these."

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TRIPLE X: And, now I'm being treated like I'm a monster, when in all actuality, you motherfuckers created me by not accepting me for who I was. By not allowing me to be a nice guy.
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"Cameron, I know you've gone through this metamorphosis, changing your image from laughing stock to serious competitor, but let's not pretend that you and I don't go way back. Let's not pretend, that before you were a joke, when you were seen as an up and comer, alongside me, *I* was the one that made the leap, derailing your plans, and superkicking you into a downward spiral of mediocrity.<o

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"For as long as we've been in this industry, whenever we were in the same place, at the same time, it always seemed as if you've longed for my acceptance, and in a lot of ways, that was part of your problem. You always looked elsewhere for validation, when you always had what it took all along, if you would've believed in yourself. Now, you have that belief, and now, you're making the waves that you should've made a long time ago, and in a lot of ways, I'm proud of you.<o

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"But, let's be clear, Cameron. A reality check here, and a sneak attack there, doesn't mean you're better than me. In fact, Cruise … as good as you have been, and as great as you can potentially be … you were never nor will you ever be better than me. I'm not going to disrespect you, I'm not going to make fun of your past mistakes, or brag about the fact that I took Anthology away from you because I could. At some point, Cameron … the mind games have to go to the wayside, and we should have to fall back on our God given ability, and while you've got your clever little catch phrases, momentum, revenge plot, and every reason in the world to walk out of Black Dawn as Empire Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, you won't. Because the champion is me, Sean Stevens, the same guy that stopped you from becoming an up and coming superstar when you had the chance all those years ago … the same man that's going to prevent you from making the leap from up and coming superstar to holder of the most prestigious championship on the planet. And, you above anyone else know that I can do it.
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"Which brings me to you, Shawn Hart."
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TRIPLE X: Shawn, I'm not going to lie … when Dan Ryan added you to this match it threw me for a loop, because I was already prepared to defend my strap in a Triple Threat, against Cruise and First, and it completely caught me off guard. What I will say is, I don't know you personally, so I'm not going to insult your intelligence pretending as if I do. What I do know, is that this moment has been in the making for a very long time, because as long as I've been known as the man on my circuit, you have quite the reputation on yours. <o

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"It always seemed like you had one foot out of the door in EPW, and I knew it was only a matter of time before you realized the opportunity you had in front of you, and took it. THAT, I know. I also know how good you are, how good you've been, and that if I don't come correct like I failed to do at War Games, you could beat me. <o

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"But, here's my problem with you, Hart. You did the unthinkable. Something that hasn't been done in a very long time, yet you still lost the match. You gained absolutely nothing, from pinning the shoulders of the end all be all in professional wrestling, and ultimately, whether it's a technicality or not, I still won the match. Sure, pinning me got you thrown into this match, it also got your name ringing again, but it also showed me one of your many weaknesses. Your inability to remain focused, your inability to finish the job, and at Black Dawn, I'm going to expose that weakness, and systematically break you down, until I am victorious. <o

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"Shawn, you are very good at what you do, otherwise, you wouldn't have beaten me, and you wouldn't be here today, but what you need to know is, I am great at everything that I do, and at Black Dawn, I end the debate about which circuits face is the better man.

"It's me, Shawn.
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"And, as for you, Brian … I really wish you'd stop putting your personal spins on my history, but seeing as how I play such a big part in the person that you are, I find it highly unlikely that you ever will. I'll give it to you, you do have heart, you have some talent, and you have tons of momentum, but if you spent half of the time perfecting your craft, that you do disecting my career, who I'm sleeping with, and why I'm not the right man for the EPW World Heavyweight Championship, you'd probably BE the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, because God knows I've spent the better part of the first half of our rivalry asleep.<o

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"But, see … therein lies the real problem. Lindsay Troy and Joey Melton did have personal issues that made our Triple Threat more memorable for reasons other than just wrestling, and their biggest issue was the EPW title. That's why Joey went out of his way to screw here, and it's why she entered our match, essentially to get her title back. But, that's the difference between you and me, First. You make a bunch of excuses, and cast blame about the reasons why you're not champion, but when I was up and coming, I wouldn't have allowed the things that you've allowed to deter me.<o

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"I wouldn't have allowed the champion – whose number I supposedly have – to get himself disqualified. I wouldn't have allowed my big moment to be snatched away with something as basic as a schoolboy. And, I wouldn't need all of the chances that you've been graciously given to get it right.<o

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"You're right about one thing, though. One way or another, this thing ends at Black Dawn, and despite all of your talk about me being a bitch, I don't need to dive back into the intricate details of me shoving my foot up your ass, to prove to that you don't really mean that, because you already know who in the fuck I am, and what I'm capable of, if you piss me off enough. <o

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"And, maybe you're right, Brian. Maybe I did take you lightly. Maybe I did assume you'd have gone away by now. But, none of that matters anymore. What matters is the here and now, and now, I have three wrestlers coming at my neck, for a belt that I take pride in carrying … three men, that have two things in coming, one being, they want to BE EPW World Heavyweight Champion, two being, they'd rather see ANY of them walk out of Black Dawn as champion instead of me. And, I'm cool with that. I didn't make my name in this industry by taking the easy way out, and if I'm the champion and The King that I've always said and believed that I am, these situations are the situations that I thrive in. But, I'm a realist, and I'm not going into this match delusional. So, I'll end on this note; if Black Dawn is where I lose my title, where the Stevens Era comes to an end, rest assured, I'm not going out without a fight, and if I go out, somebody's coming with me. <o

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"And, Brian … if I had my choice of which wrestler comes with me, it'd be you. You no longer have the benefit of being taken lightly. You now have officially gotten my attention. And, now that you've gotten what you've wanted for the last year, let's see how you handle it.<o

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"I'll see you at Black Dawn, fellas.

"The King Lives On."
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The Great Eye · May 1, 2010

(FADEIN: The First still sitting on the bench at the Willows, Muse now is sitting on the pavement, playing “Imagine” on an acoustic guitar, with the guitar case open for people to throw money into.)

FIRST: You’re right Trip…I shouldn’t have let you roll me up and pin me at Aggression 42…Who I was then, compared to who I am now….That man in that right with you that night in Buffalo…He was a dreamer living a dream, he wasn’t supposed to be there, he didn’t belong in the ring with “Triple X” Sean Stevens, the EPW World Champion…The man I was that night didn’t get how precious, how rare a title shot is in EPW…He didn’t know it would take over a year to get you back in the ring, he didn’t know the pain of the journey, just how long the road was going to be…

That man, he was unfocused, he was upset, he was frustrated, because he’d done EVERYTHING right, but still was NOT the champion…And in his anger, in his frustration, he allowed you to take advantage of an opening and win the match…You won, I lost…Not much else I can say…

Aggression 50…(Shrugs)…Yeah I didn’t stop you from getting the match thrown out, and that’s on me, but it’s really rich to sit here and listen to you tell me about how you earned your spot in EPW by out wrestling the locker room, how you didn’t get by on trash talk and insults, when you took the easy way out against me…

It’s hilarious listening to you whine about how EPW management didn’t want you to be the face of this company and in the same breath you throw it in my face that your second match ever in this company was a shot at the EPW World Title…Doesn’t sound like they really tried that hard to stop you from taking over if you just walked in and got a title shot…It’s been nearly 6 years since Cruise last had a shot at that belt, this is Hart’s first try at it and he’s been around a damn long time…They didn’t throw me in that ring on my second night in the company to fight for the World Title…If anyone’s been given the blessings of this company, it’s you…

But we all have to be the heroes of the movies that are our lives...So if you need to feel persecuted by a company that let you fight for it's world title after you were pinned in back to back world title matches...Instead of being grateful for getting a third bite at the apple...Be my guest...

You say we all made you into a monster…That you were created by EPW? Maybe that’s why you hate me so much Trip….Cause you know you made me, the way you say they made you…

You let me get under your skin during the trash talk between Forsaken and Fallen…YOU put up the belt against ME at Aggression 42…You asked for it, not me…You who’ve spent all this past year and chance belittling me, insulting me, degrading me, telling me I’m not worth your time…But this all started because YOU CALLED ME OUT….You could have called it a day after our little tag match, what with the Anthology run-ins and the crazy Asian lady running in with a tazer and what have you, but no, you wanted a piece of me…

And you got more than you bargained for…

That’s what eats you up inside, that you had one moment of weakness, one slip up from your mask of indifference and superiority and you’ve had to live with the result of it all this time. But it’s over at Black Dawn…

Hart and Cruise seek to be the Future of this company...As do I...But with each day that passes...I slip more into the Past...They are the new challengers to the throne...They are the wave of tomorrow...And behind them are Winters and Wells, Brown, Black, Bastard...Fusenshoff and Anarky...Sorry those last two were not so alliterative...They all seek to be the Future of this company...But the only way to ever be the Future...Is to control the Present...And the only way to do that...Is to be EPW World Champion...That belt is the nexus by which all our Destinies are revealed and our Fates ordained...It is why so many seek it and so few obtain it...And it is why I will give all of myself to win it...

Since I’ve been so honest up to this point…I’ll be a little more honest even now….I rooted for you to win at Wrestleverse…Cheered when you prevailed at Russian Roulette…Because it’s not just about the belt, it’s about beating you…Defeating the legend of “Triple X” Sean Stevens…Beating you in front of the whole world, being the man that finally FINALLY took that belt off your waist…

So I’m rooting for you again Trip…I’m rooting for you to make it to the end, and to face me…One on one to settle it once and for all…You’ve defined my career Trip…And now you want to take me down with you? No…No at Black Dawn…You will elevate me to the highest level possible…You will be vanquished at my hand…By your defeat, I shall become champion…I become the man who killed the King…

Rex Mortuus Est

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jayshort · May 2, 2010

"You really should stick to cutting promos in dark alleys, ripping off Omar and Heath Ledger. Because, whenever you step outside of your safe little bubble and you attempt to make a point, or catch someone in a contradiction, you end up doing nothing more than making yourself look stupid."
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TRIPLE X: And, I've recently discovered the source of our issues, Brian. I criticize you for being a marginally skilled, product of the perfect scenario, who has no business being mentioned in the same breath as me, and you criticize me for overlooking you, and not accepting you as my peer, however, whenever I try to accept you, you open your mouth, say something ridiculously retarded, and remind me that I am above you in talent, intelligence and class. And, that's YOUR fault, because I try, Brian … Lord knows I do."
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"And, deep down, in your heart, you know it, too. You know you're unoriginal. You know you're one dimensional. You know you're predictable, and you know good and well, that you have no business thinking let alone believing that there will ever be a point in time, in your meager, bottom feeding existence, where you'll evvvveeeer be better than me in ANYTHING. And, this go 'round, you're banking on the law of averages working out in your favor. <o

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"Well, fuck that, Brian. Fuck that shit with an aids infected broomstick. I don't believe in luck. I don't believe in the laws of the universe, and I refuse to believe that this time will be any different. I'll tell you what I do believe, though. I believe that the cream rises to the top, and what is meant to be will be. That's why I stand before you, today, EPW World Heavyweight Champion, despite Dan Ryan's attempts at dethroning me. That's why I can lose a match, and bounce back in championship form, without a blemish, while the people that lose to me end up in midcard purgatory, twiddling their thumbs, inside of one of the many rooms in Stalker's World. <o

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"Well, now truly this is refreshing."

(Fadein, an Empire Pro "Black Dawn" backdrop. Cameron Cruise, dressed in blue jeans, and a brand new Denver Broncos "Tim Tebow" jersey, with matching "Anarchy"-style shades. Standing with his back turned to the camera, the former 2-Time EPW Tag Team and 2-Time Intercontinental Champion, Cruise shrugs his shoulders and turns around, taking notice the camera from behind him.)

CRUISE: On one hand...you have The First.

Let's call a spade a spade here...no, I don't mean that as a racial reference folks I'm LITERALLY talking about the shape on the card deck. Alittle obtuse and offcolor, you'd like to think that the guy who thought the games up would exclude such a character; all three other characters make perfect sense, so why would the guy throw in such a strange character that no one could relate to?? Everyone else can see the shape of a Club, as well as the obvious diamond and heart and think nothing of it, other than it really NEEDS to belong there.

But not a SPADE.

The same goes for The First.

Nobody likes him, regardless of what (Makes quotation marks with his fingers) "The Prime Minister of Gettin' Sinister" Shawn Hart might say. No one likes him or the things he says or does back in the lockerroom, maybe even less than Sean Stevens. But the fact of the matter is that I'm just saying...for a "Gothtard"...which is Muse' word, not mine, mind you...he just doesn't get it.

And at the rate he's going, he never will either.

Hell, even Nakita Dahaka took a minute to bang (Quotation marks again) "The Blue-Eyed Badass", before slipping away into the rat-infested hooker-hole that she came from...it really says alot about the both of them AS WELL AS Dahaka.

Even Felix Red dropped out of sight due to his non-compliance; a man you held the Tag titles with for quite sometime took his ball and went home, rather than to play with you, First.

But this IS a "People-Compassionate Society", First. Who would live in this Society, this enviroment we call "Empire Pro Wrestling"??

People like...Dan Ryan for one.

Dan Ryan would rather have someone else to represent in a match but much like the playing card, to some people...it's only there out of pure sympathy.

But people DO make mistakes First, and for those mistakes people must pay consequences. For example, the shot you had at the Intercontinental title. You assumed on some strange level that I was nothing more than a pushover, that you could get over your role as a Tag Team "One-Hit Wonder" and try to make it on your own by beating me. But then since you couldn't make it happen at my expense so you tried it once or twice against Sean Stevens and even your other pal, Layne Winters.

That's okay with me though, it really is, I just guess in some strange dimension of your mind, 1995 told you that it was perfectly fine to just "fail upwards" on the "EPW Roster Food Chain".

Like that day's going to ever happen for the rest of us, but I digress.

I don't need people to "Follow me", at least not anymore anyway.

I don't need people to put on mascara and eyeliner like a goon to show that they're hardcore, because that's not the way it works for me. Not special black lipstick or straight black clothes and acting like my father beat me senseless when I did something wrong; that's the problem with kids these days First, you give 'em an inch, they'll take it a mile.

But the difference between our fans?? Other than the fact that they KNOW it's Two-Thousand Ten and not Nineteen-Ninety Five?? They come to see a wrestling show, not a Cult Club meeting where the "Leader" is about two steps away from drinking the same Kool-Aid he's tricking his "followers" with.

I know you've been trying things since Wrestleverse Three a year ago when it comes to making yourself relevant First, but the fact is that even BEFORE you made that mistake, I was already pushing to get where I needed to be now; I've been pushing myself since TWO-THOUSAND-FOUR.

You don't know **** about getting passed over, First.

Shawn Hart and I may not get along, but there's one thing I'm fairly certain we agree on, and that's that we're NOT the future of this company, Hart and I.

Men like Shawn Hart and myself are NOW.

(Cruise then grits his teeth for a brief moment)

CRUISE: Then on the other hand..."Triple X" Sean Stevens, the World Champion.

Ya know Sean...it's refreshing for a change to see a man such as yourself, fallacies and fallibilities included, be so kind to a guy like myself and refrain from Namecalling. It's actually more mature than I expected.

But then again, I'm not so forthcoming, Sean.

You're the one that said that you tried to play the part of the good guy, and you BLED for the fans. You even go as far as to say that you put your life on the line for them only for them every time you stepped in the ring only for them to turn on you for a "blue-eyed, blonde, white, wannabe rapper. "

Really, Sean??

That's all it took?? The man who became EPW Champion by defeating Lindsay Troy and Joey Melton in a Triple Threat match so it's not like you really had a chance to impress anyone by defeating him one on one...at least not like I did at Black Dawn in Two-Thousand .

If you were the one that "derailed my plans by superkicking me into a downward spiral of mediocrity" then how was it I was still able to compete with Mike Randalls for the CSWA Unified title and take him to a time-limit draw?? Sure, it doesn't sound like much now, but to understand that this was at a time when Mike Randalls was still considered "dangerous." With all respect to "The Wolf", let's be honest...

Now he's more of a lovable puppy than a Wolf...but you??

You threw a temper tantrum over a WHITE RAPPER....so I'll tell you again; I thank you for the sincerity in telling me you were going to keep this very prim and proper, but I'm just not feeling very reciprocative now-a-days, but rather more BITTER.

You want things to be clear, Sean, then fine....let's make them clear.

I don't like you, in fact I fucking HATE you.

If I'm such a joke to you Sean, then explain to me just what happened at Aggression 50 when I showed up?? You heard my music play, so you know it couldn't have been anyone else. You even SAW me coming down the entrance way, so you KNEW what I was coming for.

There's nothing about me showing up that was equivilant to sneaking up on you, Sean. In fact, I'll do you one better.

If you're so much better than me...then how could I've had done what I've done to you, and still manage to get my hands on the EPW World Title??

I mean, if memory serves Sean...a Jester like me shouldn't be able to TOUCH a King like you, right?? You even sent THAT DIRTY BITCH, Jared Wells first, but he wasn't having any of this either, was he??

So what REALLY happened, Sean?? What's REALLY your excuse this time??

You are right about one thing though, at some point the mind games ARE going to stop, and we're going to fall back on our abilities and our skill to carry us the rest of the way, and for me, that's at "BLACK DAWN."

You claim that you can stop me at any time and shut me down....the interesting thing about that is Sean...at least of recently....you haven't.

Talk about people who you've beaten here, Sean, please do.

Because to a fair conception, I've beaten them too. But if you wanna be fair, Sean and I know you really don't need to...you haven't stopped me, not yet. In fact, after you superkicked me to my shameful days back in the CSWA you didn't stop me from keeping up with Randalls and then later on taking back the belt that you shouldn't have had in the FIRST PLACE.

And as I said...here we are at "BLACK DAWN", and this is a place where I'm more successful than you are and Shawn Hart as well as The First.

At least in the matches that actually MATTERED. Defeating Joey Melton in a Steel Cage in Two-Thousand Five, as well as defeating Rocko, Jonathan Marx, and Troy Douglas at the INAUGURAL Black Dawn the year before to win the first shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

The same one you hold around your waist that I want held around MINE.

And I'm going to do just about anything I can to get it, not because I CAN but because you WON'T figure me good enough to STOP YOU.

That Sean, is a REALITY CHECK that you just....won't like.

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The Great Eye · May 3, 2010

(FADEIN: The First standing in the arcade at the Salem Willows, behind him in the background Muse is battling an old man in Ms. Pac Man. “Peek-A-Boo” by Siouxsie and the Banshees plays in the background.)

FIRST: Cammy, glad to have you with us, I was worried you were running late…

I don ‘t exactly understand why you have such a need to tell me that everyone hates me, that I’m so alone…C’mon man, seriously I’m the friggin’ goth stereotype (Smiles) shouldn’t your negativity be what I seek? Shouldn’t I be smoking cloves and listening to The Cure while throwing a pity party with my stuffed animals about all the mean things you have said about me?

MUSE: Where is Princess Sparkle Pony anyhow?

FIRST: Oh Elle drools on her every night now, she's her favorite thing in the world.

MUSE: Ewww, baby drool (Shudders) Poor Princess Sparkle Pony.

FIRST: I'm sure she'll manage...(Shrugs)...Cammy you always try to make me out to be the ugly duckling…And that’s the point…That’s who I am, the Outcast Hero…I’m the avatar of all the neglected, the alienated, those who feel alone…I stand with them…You tell me I have no friends, that’s what they hear every day, from parents telling them they are failures, classmates telling them they are ugly, boyfriends or girlfriend tearing them down to control them emotionally…They get to turn on that TV or hit the arena, and see me beat the crap out of the people they hate…

And they paint their faces, and they put on the T-Shirt, and they cheer and scream and rally to support me…I get to unleash their anger, their frustration, their rage at the world into my action…They fuel my fire, and I burn ever brighter, till I consume all of EPW…

(The old man steps away from the game and Muse takes her turn.)

OLD MAN: Missed 2 ghosts and a fruit on the first board, I’m just giving you this game.

MUSE: Oh I’ve screwed up plenty of times before…

(Muse gets to eating dots)

FIRST: You’ve been pushing yourself since 2004? Haven’t done a good job of that Cammy, since this your first World Title shot since then….Of course you had your chance to fight for the title right after Wrestleverse Three, but you ducked Stevens, since you were to scared to lose the IC Title…

Of course after HOPE punked you out of that belt and Anthology punked you out of their little club you finally decided to grow a pair and go after the World Title…I’m glad we could finally motivate you to try to make something of your career…

And no I don’t expect you to thank me…

(Muse hops up and down in front of the machine.)

MUSE: Fourteen Six perfect board!

OLD MAN: I’m gonna need to last a bunch of boards to catch up

MUSE: I’m in the zone!

(Muse gets back to eating dots.)

FIRST: And that brings us to Triple X…

So you hate when I do promos like this, and you hate when I do promos that reference pop culture…That Omar stuff really hit a nerve…Maybe my next promo I’ll teach Muse how to play chess…”King Stay The King” and all…I’m not feeling that we’re going to come to a consensus on what kind of a promo I could do that you would approve of Trip. So I’m just going to have to keep doing my thing and you’ll just have to keep disapproving of it all…

And for the record, I wasn’t trying to catch you in a contradiction, for that would be bringing up you saying one thing and then saying another thing…Like “I voted for the war before I voted against it.” Yeah, my state sucks when it runs people for President. No I was just trying to explain why I didn’t honestly buy into your whole theory that EPW really really hates Sean Stevens…You may not agree with my logic, and that’s all fine and dandy, but I’m not trying to convince you, I’m trying to show everyone out there just how absurd your arguments really are.

Look, you need that school boy cradle to be some testament to your unending greatness, proof of your divine right to be EPW World Champion? Do it Trip, tell yourself whatever you need to hear to get yourself through the night. Cause this whole thing isn’t about a roll up…You know that as well as I do, before your little roll-up that one of those ‘flippidy-floppidy’ moves of mine KNOCKED YOUR ASS OUT…That’s what they did. You were at the mercy of a semi-conscience ref…He manages to count the three, you FAIL to defend that belt for the second straight time with it….He counts that three, our lives change forever…

Of course, that would have been the worst fate for both of us…You losing that night, well that sends your career into a tailspin. You get called a fraud, a sham…You get belittled for not being able to hang onto the belt …Everyone doubts Triple X and how good he really is…You don’t become a King…You’re just an oddity in the history of EPW, the only man to hold the belt twice, but he didn’t retain it for a single defense either time.

You were that close (Holds up his thumb and pointer finger an inch apart) to being a laughingstock and it haunts you every day of your life.

(Muse steps away from the controls as the old man takes his turn.)

Me, I win the title there…(Shakes head) I flame out, oh I crash and burn in a fireball…To much, too soon, and too easy…I’m still tag champs with Felix…And let’s be honest, he wasn’t the best guy to be around if you were going to be serious about trying to make it as a wrestler…I win that title, well, I don’t think anyone can beat me, I might be hard to live with now…(Smiles) but that would have made me downright insufferable…

And when I crashed and burned, as I would have, I don’t know if I’d have had the will to pull it together and pick up the pieces…Cause what is there to drive you, to make you want to get back up and do it all over again, when you’ve already climbed the mountain, and it was easy before?

So I thank you Trip, I thank you for rolling me up, I thank Pat Jones for not counting you out and ringing me up on that cradle. Because that’s what made me what I am today…I have walked through the fire time and again, and it’s burn is now merely a tender embrace to me…

At Black Dawn, I will hold the EPW World Title aloft, and I’ll have earned every last bit of it…I’ll have bled and struggled and suffered and I will know the value of that leather and metal…You say I can’t handle carrying it? Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? (Smiles wickedly.)

(The old man waits for a moment.)

OLD MAN: I never get why they were making out in scene one yet in scene two they are running after each other like this, ya already made your intentions clear, why this song and dance?

MUSE: Maybe it’s the courting rituals of the pac-man people?

OLD MAN: I ain’t wasting my brain thinking about such things….OK we’re back in action

(The old man gets back to playing.)

You say you’re Geppetto and I’m your Pinocciho? Well even if that were true, once he became a boy, Pinocciho didn’t have any strings anymore…And I do think you’re onto something your idea does have some merit…See, I look at it more like, you’re Dr. Frankenstein, and I’m the monster you’ve made…

MUSE: I always hate it when people call the monster Frankenstein, cause it’s not his name…People are illiterate idiots.

FIRST: That’s why I didn’t say it, you keep me honest my lady…

MUSE: Don’t you forget it.

(The game makes the noises that a Mrs. Pac Man has been killed by a ghost, and Muse takes to the controls again.)

FIRST: Aggression 42 was me begin hit by that bolt of lightning and being granted that terrible gift of life…And at Black Dawn, I come back to repay you for that…I come back to take your head off, and take that title…

Now you are a God? (Shrugs) I had always wondered why you had settled for King…It’s a great title, but there are so many higher than that…And why now, do you settle for God? And why merely be my God? Pharaoh now there is a title. Both God…AND King…Ruler of the Empire…In its day, Egypt, today, Empire Pro…(Points to his face paint, which is white with the Eye of Horus in black) The wedjat or Eye of Horus…Horus …Now that’s a mighty God…He was the sky itself, his eyes the sun and moon…Pharaoh was his incarnation on earth…What God are you? Not that iit matters…I know of Gods and Kings and Caesars and tyrants….All of them, and I know that in the end…They all vanish…

Isis, Thor, Jupiter, Loki…Genghis, Alexander, Charlemange, Cleopatra…Little more than fables and tales to tell children…Will you one day be a child’s story?

(Muse lets out a groan and walks away from the machine as the old man takes the controls again.)

MUSE: My name is Ozymandias, king of kings! Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

FIRST: Aggression 50 was no master plan, it was you getting more than you bargained for and bailing out, all this tough talk, all this garbage you’re throwing my way is just YOU trying to convince YOURSELF that things COULD turn out different…It’s just you trying to give yourself a reason to believe that you can beat me…You know I had you at Aggression 42…You fled from
Aggression 50…Nothing changes at Black Dawn Trip…I’m better than you…And I’ll prove it again.

The only question is, are you man enough to go out on your shield, like you claim you will. You say I don’t have to worry about you taking the easy way out this time? Why not? This isn’t like Russian Roulette where Marcus Westscott got you inside a steel cage and FORCED you to man up and fight to win… No we’re gonna kick some ass…Cruise and Hart…I don’t know if either of them really have an idea what’s in store for them. It is going to be brutal and it is going to be devastating…

In the end it’ll be you and me…And you’re going to hit me with everything you have and then maybe a few more things on top of that, you’re going to beat me as brutally as you can, but I won’t stop fighting back, I won’t give up, I won’t be denied, and you’ll know it, just as you knew it last time, that you can’t win…

And then you’ll have to make the choice, you’ll have your title in one hand, and you’ll have your honor in the other hand…And you’ll know you can’t leave that ring with both….Every story has an ending, how will the final chapter of the Reign of Triple X be told…Did he cling to his crumbling empire as it rotted away, brick by brick…Did he have to be pulled off his throne whimpering and crying? Or did he go out like a warrior, did he fight with every last fiber in his being and in the end, while surrendering his crown…Proved himself to be the champion he believed himself to be?

Your fate is in your hands Trip…How you define yourself…Is up to you…

Rex Mortuus Est

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TSiegel · May 3, 2010

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise back in front of the same backdrop from a couple hours ago)

CRUISE: It's a pleasure to finally be involved, First, after all...it's appeasing YOUR expectations with my time-inflicted appearances like this is what drives me to compete in this business, right??

Not...ya know...that I had other shit to do or anything....I'm just saying...

(Cruise rolls his eyes, annoyingly.)

I have a need to remind you First, because unfortunately for you....no...unfortunately for EVERYONE ELSE....you seem to the only one that forgets that it's NOT NINETEEN-NINETY-FIVE, it's TWO-THOUSAND-TEN.

I mean hell First, I like to listen to old school Metallica from the Eighties' but that doesn't mean I still have the black leather jacket.

(Cruise shrugs)

Okay, so-there's-a-possibility-of-the-jacket-being-hung-up-in-a-storage-unit-somewhere, but the fact is that there's a reason why I don't grow my hair out long anymore.
There's a reason why I don't wear "Band shirts"....I mean, besides the fact that it's not really the thing to do to wear the shirt of the band you're going to go see...but the fact is that I don't do that stuff anymore because it's not Nineteen-Eighty-Three.

Again, it's Two-Thousand-Ten, First. It's time to get with the program.

Not to mention the fact that how do we REALLY KNOW that you didn't smoke a couple packs of cloves and listen to The Cure after you got beat by Sean Stevens, Layne Winters, and myself??

How do we REALLY KNOW that you don't still do it now??

Because other than the fact that you have a Tool hanging out with you, you ARE the Ugly Duckling...you don't HAVE any friends.

You don't understand how things work around here though, and that's YOUR fault.

Unfortunately, this is just not a society fit for the Weird-and-demented, like Tim Burton projects it to be in the movies. Granted, sometimes things are given in a movie that will never happen, at least in THIS lifetime...

But it's hard to take a Fifty-plus-year-old man with a constant Five O' Clock beard, permanent "Bed-head" and black nailpolish on his fingernails, seriously.

Michael Moore is alittle overweight but at least his movies are taken with serious consideration, HIS movies become the topic of debate. Tim Burton has debates talked about such as "Which one of his movies sucked worse?? "Edward Scissorhands", "Cabin Boy" or "Mars Attacks!"??

You call yourself "The Outcast Hero", but take a second to look at the tapes of the last two EPW shows, First....First. If you're the Hero...then how come it's ME that saves your pathetic carcass from getting torn to shit by Sean Stevens?? How come it's MY HAND that holds up the EPW World Heavyweight Championship and not yours??

Because you...just...can't...cut it.

People cheer for me because they see someone that actually is PROUD of being an adult Male athlete instead of an unrecognizable adult ridden with an abundance of Estrogen.

Or simply put, The First refuses to get past his High School and/or College days.

But it's fairly apparent to me already First that I haven't had a shot since Two-Thousand-Four, it's apparent because UNLIKE YOU AND TRIPS, I TRY to be a team player.
After I lost the World title match I was awarded by Paul Freeman for getting rid of Suicide from EPW....as well as winning the FOUR-WAY MATCH for a World title shot up for grabs...gee whiz First...

(Cruise scratches his head sarcastically.)

I wonder where that sounds familiar...I mean..no one took me serious then but somehow...I took home the victory THAT night too...it's probably because I did what I SAID what I would do. Now where are the other competitors?? Troy Douglas is out with a nearly broken neck, Rocko Retired and then came back only to get thrown out a window, and no one that I know of can even tell me where to find Jonathan Marx.

But the fact is that Paul Freeman asked me to try a different route and I did the same thing that I was asked to do when I first joined back in Two-Thousand-Four....my job.

What's my job??

When I got here, I was asked to get rid of Suicide and I did that. So I was rewarded with a chance to beat the World Champion and I got it. Unfortunately with not being able to put away Christian Sands, Freeman asked me to turn to Tag Team wrestling, something I'm not particularly bad at either.

I just didn't know that my partner he chose for me was a man that was into Elton John, Rod Stewart and Linda Ronstadt for a musical selection put on "Random", "Shuffle", and "Repeat" on a road trip.

I just didn't know that while we were forced to be roommates on the road that Cell phone calls from him ranged from "Lil' Voltron" to "Queen of the Ring" Lindsay Troy to "Bangkok Betty" from back East.

Yes, Joey had a problem with Financial responsibility but the fact of the matter is, the guy really is a Merchandising Genius. Call it his version of "A.D.D." or whatever it was that he had...but in the end, he got jealous of what I was doing.

He HATED the fact that I was doing what I WANTED to do in the first place, i.e. winning matches, winning the Intercontinental Championship, by myself.

Just like Sean Stevens HATES the fact that I upstaged him when I forged what later became not only the biggest thing in this sport in "Anthology", but it became bigger than HIM. No longer were people talking about "The Blue Eyed-Badass", no longer were people talking about "Planet Earth's Champion", Sean Stevens was nearly forgotten ALTOGETHER in exchange for "Anthology".

But just like the Cliche says..."If you can't beat 'em, or Join 'em."

And Sean was too scared to take on Anthology by himself so instead of doing recruiting of his own with Jason Reeves to challenge them....

(Cruise takes off his glasses as the camera pulls in on a close up.)

Sean couldn't stand the jealousy he felt, that he was no longer the topic of constant conversation to barely on the radar.

And as World Heavyweight Champion, as the man who's supposed to be the FACE of the company...that's pretty damn bad.

But hey I'm digressing, the fact is that it's not Two-Thousand-Four anymore First, it's Two-Thousand-Ten. I'm done playing up to the standards set by everyone else.
Having the chance to face Stevens when I was the Intercontinental Champion was not the path I wanted to take because like I just said....Stevens whether he wants to admit it or not, was jealous of the publicity that Anthology was receiving. He HATED the fact that he was no longer the name spoken from everyone's lips, that instead it had become "Anthology".

But of course, that wasn't before I was screwed out of the Intercontinental title by another group of people that still don't compare: HOPE.

That's okay though First, because just like the first time I lost the IC belt, I was willing to get over that because as the records have it, I wasn't beaten "Fairly" as well as the fact that I was thrown out of the very force that could probably beat "The Powers Of Love On The Rocks", or the "Super Sports Network" or the "ClaimStakers" but honestly....

"PLR" and "SSN" or the "ClaimStakers" didn't have what this group of talent has, "Anthology"; the fact is Sean Stevens didn't deserve the spotlight that was clearly TAKEN from him.

I had nothing to lose, by going after Sean, First.

Unlike you, I don't have anyone backing me up.

Unlike you, I don't have any excuses to use for why it is I haven't competed for the most PRESTIGIOUS title in this side of the sport so there was nothing Stevens could do about it but take on the next person who came a-calling, First, and yes...that was YOU.

(Cruise smiles)

And of course we know what happened next, don't we??

As far as now is concerned, don't kid yourself.

You're not going to have Muse at your side to save you, Shawn Hart isn't going to have HOPE to help him win another strap he doesn't REALLY deserve and Stevens isn't going to have Anthology there to pull the referee out of the ring before he counts to three and declares ME the World Heavyweight Champion instead of YOU.

But as far as Stevens telling you that you can't handle the responsibility of it...to that extent I'll agree; lest you remember, you couldn't beat Layne for the Television Championship and you DEFINATELY couldn't beat me for the Intercontinental Championship.

What makes you think that the World title is going to be of any difference to you??

My ol' Gym teacher in high school once told me "Almost only counts in 'Horseshoes and Hand Grenades".

(Cruise smiles again)

Ol' Mister Souza wasn't too far off the bat on that one, now was he??

I don't think so, but then again your opinion doesn't matter to me REGARDLESS just like if Stevens declares himself God, then the movie "Dogma" was right...there is a way to prove him fallible, to prove that right was wrong, left was right, up was down, the world is flat, and etc. so forth.

Why??

Because according to him...I'm not supposed to touch him, I'm not supposed to get my hands on the World title, and neither one is supposed to happen on multiple occasions.
What's next according to the script??

Well if memory serves someone uses the facilities and before you know it...we have a fucking Poop Monster on our hands.

That being the case, I suppose Trips should hurry up with that Taco Bell Beef and Bean Burrito Supreme because there's something horrible ah-brewin', so knowing you First, you already have the mascara on so I'm fairly certain you don't have a problem playing the "Marcel-Marceau" part, right??

Of course you don't, you can't find the words to explain why you're Oh-for-Five when it comes to winning an EPW Singles Championship, so you should fit right in.

Myself??

I plan on pulling off the the most heroic thing this company has seen in a LONG time, and that's becoming the next EPW World Heavyweight Champion.

At the cost and expense of two different World Champions and "The Tears Of a Clown".

And that's a REALITY CHECK that I know you just...won't like.

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The Great Eye · May 3, 2010

(FADEIN: The First now standing in a different area of the Salem Willows, Muse is behind him, playing skee ball. “Rude Boy” by Rihanna plays in the background.)

FIRST: He’s upset about me being off by 15 years? I mean come on, that’s not fair, and I’ve been around since before calendars and stuff…You know B.C.? I was there for 4,000 of that stuff…I mean this is just cold man, this world catches up to you so quickly.

MUSE: I think he’s complaining about you referencing The Cure in your last promo.

FIRST: Really? The Cure is timeless…What would he have done if I’d said I was going to listen to some Bach? Or some opera?

MUSE: (Singing) Time…To….Say goodbye…(stops singing) and then a bunch of Italian I don’t know and notes I can’t hit…

FIRST: Really, all that time he spent ranting about being out of touch was over The Cure? If I’d mentioned I Am Ghost, or My Chemical Romance none of this would have happened?

MUSE: I’d have tried Adam Lambert.

FIRST: Hmmm, another worthy candidate…Anyhow…Get back to skee balling, we need 6,000 tickets to win that lava lamp, I will not be denied!

MUSE: Aye Aye Captain!

FIRST: You’re a funny guy Cammy. I mean we all have certain things that set us off, like Stevens and bringing up The Wire, but you, man I’d hate to be in a relationship with you, cause just about any random thing on this earth can set you off. Remember when I wore those goggles like from the “Closer” video and you went on a rant about how much you friggin’ hated Trent Reznor? That was some really messed up stuffed…Now The Cure gets you upset…There is a great amount of this music industry that leads you to madness and anger.

And the makeup, you’re always so upset about my makeup. What makes you so upset about it? I mean honestly, this is the wrestling business, I’m not the first guy with my face painted that you’ve crossed paths with. Did you have a sister or a bunch of sisters and they make you up? Did they hold you down and put lipstick on you? Are you worried some photos of your youth are gonna get out on the internet of you all done up and styled?

See I love to try to get inside a person’s head and figure out what makes them tick. Trip he’s just all bluster and ego, he’s an image he made for himself. He decided that’s how a champion should look, act, be, and he molded himself into that. It’s why he’s always so upset with me, because he knows he’s a fake, and me, the guy with the painted up face and black nails (Holds up hand to the camera) you get manicures Cruise? They really are quite a treat. (Smiles)

MUSE: Oh, now you’re just provoking him!

FIRST: What, you didn’t to hear Cameron Cruise rail against manicures for 2 minutes without stopping to take a breath?

MUSE: Well, no…No I didn’t want to hear that…

FIRST: Oh…Sorry…Anyhow…Fact is Cammy I can’t get into your head, you’re a frustrating creature to me, because your mind is just madness….I mean that honestly, you just freak me out with where your mind goes, I’d love to just follow you around all day and write down all the non sequiturs, innate babble and just mindless rantings you are capable of. A Cameron Cruise promo truly is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.

MUSE: Oh stop with the dated references!

FIRST: But if he strokes out in a fit of rage over this I’ll have one less person to beat at Black Dawn! There is a method to my madness!

MUSE: Bah…I’ll crack you with a skeeball if you keep it up and you’ll be out of Black Dawn.

FIRST: Am I allowed to get to the Tim Burton material? I mean, come on, that was some of the most random, incoherent ravings of a person who needs to spend time in a padded cell I’ve ever seen…Why the F*CK are you going on and on about Tim Burton? This s the EPW World Title on the line, this is me, the crazy lunatic who’s trying to fulfill his title quest, this is Sean Stevens, the man many people believe is the greatest wrestler in this industry today, this is Shawn Hart, who has more gold than Fort Knox, this is YOU, Cameron FRIGGIN Cruise, a man who’s waited six years for this moment, for his shot at glory again, and you’re talking to me about TIM BURTON?!

Maybe this is a little out of your depth Cammy. I do understand how it is getting into the deep water and all, but I’ll cover this for you really quickly…Tim Burton is overrated, Michael Moore is fat. Shall we debate some more directors? Maybe next time you can tell me how James Cameron is a hack and Avatar was just awful. That would be really exciting….

As for why you grabbed the belt at Aggression 50 and not me…Well you see, Stevens did crack me upset the skull with the thing to save his ass…And well, given the fact that I was seeing stars and all, and had just wrestled the man for somewhere over thirty minutes, I wasn’t quite in the belt grabbing frame of mind…

You did grab that title, and you did make a statement and for all of that you got yourself a chance at the EPW World Title. So your actions got the desired result…Now you just have to get the job done and win this thing…Only one problem…

I’m standing in your way…

See it is rich that you bring up that I won’t have Muse helping me and that Shawn Hart will be a foe and not my friend at Black Dawn…When it was you that needed the little assist from a friend to beat me last time we fought…Of course this time you don’t have any friends and even if you did, they wouldn’t run in for fear of being fired…So really Cammy, who’s worried about not having a helping hand this time? (Smiles)

See I’m pretty sure I can take you one on one, that’s why I walked into Wrestleverse Three without back-up, I knew you had Anthology and I knew that they might play a part in the match, but for whatever foolish reason I felt like I could handle it…And I found out I couldn’t…And I in my failure, I found HOPE…So even in times of crisis, good things can be found.

And for the record Cammy, that match you had against Hart when we beat your ass 4 on 1 and got him the title, it was no disqualifications, so technically, you lost it fair and square…And to listen to you talk to me about fair fights is high comedy.

MUSE: Would you rather he get into TV shows? Start complaining about 24 getting cancelled? You know Cruise just had to be a fanatical follower of the Jack Bauer Hour of Power.

FIRST: You do make a compelling point, I should be thankful indeed…Look Cammy, you can tell me you did all these things for the most noble of reasons, that you carried Joey Melton’s bags for years because management told you that’s what they wanted. That you seethed with rage the whole time until finally the day came when you kicked his ass, which you did…And having Joey Melton as a notch on one’s belt is a mark of pride…So good on you sir for beating the man who tormented you so…

Of course, I was supposedly carrying Felix Red’s bags for the better part of a year, and yet in that time I’ve managed to get myself two shots at the EPW World Title…I put myself in that spot, as I’ve put myself in this spot at Black Dawn…Now well, I have to produce, I have to win…

And well I have to be honest, I’ve never seen Dogma…

MUSE: Dogma?! What about Dogma?

FIRST: It was the big payoff at the end of Cruise’s promo, he started giving everyone roles from the film, I think there was a mime or something cause that’s what I was supposed to be doing…

MUSE: Dogma…(Shakes head.) He called you out for being out of touch and being behind the times, and he’s bringing up a film from 1999…Does he understand how moronic he is…My lord if he won the EPW World Title the universe might fall in upon itself in a singularity of stupidity. The man may end time itself. Or maybe after the show is over and we'll see Bob Newhart wake up next to Lindsay Troy and tell her the strange dream he had about a wrestling league. I know Stephen Hawking said we shouldn’t talk to aliens, but I’m sure he’d think Cameron Cruise being within 20 miles of a World Title would be a far bigger threat to this planet than any alien race could ever be.

FIRST: You bring up my failures to win titles, I bring up the fact that you’re too scared to even try to win them…What’s the only thing you have left after all of this…Well besides a stupid looking walking pile of sh*t…Is your beloved reality…

But what is your reality Cruise? See you like to tell people they are in for a Reality Check…But what that would involve, would be that reality even matters…For you are just one of the watchers, the observers, who gets by just studying reality, trying to learn from it…But that’s not now things work…No you see when I act I create my own reality…A reality that you will then study and try to understand, as best as your limited intelligence will allow you to…And by the time you’ve figured that out I’ll have acted again, and made yet another new reality…I am the agent of Destiny, I am Fate’s final revelation. I am the man you can not defeat because the rules of your world, your existence, your understanding of the universe…Do not apply to me…

No Cammy, you are lost even before you enter that ring at Black Dawn, you and Trip both seem to think the EPW World Title will break me…Well you know what…I really want to test your theory out…(Smiles) and well, there is only one way for me to do it…And that’s for me to be the man left standing at the end of it all…And that’s not a Reality Check…

It’s my Destiny being fulfilled…

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"Wow, First...I'd hate to be in a relationship with you too...because apparently unlike you...I'm not GAY."

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an Empire Pro Black Dawn backdrop. Dressed in blue jeans, and an Oregon Ducks jersey with matching hat and Green Anarchy-style shades.)

CRUISE: Apparently just like you don't get it from Muse, all you do instead is TALK.

And talk, and talk and talk, talk, talk somemore, though even when you talk you don't take the time to LISTEN.

See...I don't care about "The Cure", or "I Am Ghost" or "My Chemical Romance" because in all honesty...I really don't give a shit about either one of them. I listen to REAL music.

Bands like "AC/DC", "Metallica", Sevendust", "Cursed", that's REAL music, that's REAL "Lyrical Genius", not that other Emo trash, because unlike you First, I grew up in an where REAL Rock and Roll bloomed. Meanwhile...you and Muse probably still think that Chuck Berry's "My Ding-A-Ling" was actually written about a DOORBELL.

But seeing as you don't ACTUALLY take this match seriously by watching Muse play SKEE-BALL instead of training...I'll never really give a shit. If there's ANYTHING about you that bugs me, it's the fact that you ALMOST play and look the part of a CLOWN. You wear the makeup, and you kick back with little children, but yet you don't use magic or do card tricks to them...you have a TEA PARTY.

I mean hell, YOU'RE THE FREAK but I have to be the one to make a balloon animal of the situation to make my point.

How petty.

You know what kind of a man puts on make up and drinks Tea and plays with dolls for the sake of being WITH a child??

Molesters, that's who.

Is that what you wanna be, First?? Do you really want that title so you can impress THE CHILDREN?? Doing that is about two steps away from Rape, First.

And nobody likes a Child Molester, muchless a Rapist, even if they have on makeup.

But please....continue letting Muse speak for you to endeavor your points for you, it's not like she really matters anyway, she can't be down at ringside otherwise she'll be fired and THEN who you going to talk to, First??

More kids??

You wanna know why I talked about Tim Burton when it's blatenly obvious: He looks like you WITHOUT the makeup...at least that I'm aware of...but yet he still continues to waste his his time making GAWD-AWFUL DIATRIBES about whats SPOOKY to him, and what he can and can't do ORIGINALLY in a film.

It can't POSSIBLY be anymore basic than that right there, sir.

You want a debate?? Fine.

You make a list of Accomplishments, and I'll do the same and we'll take an audience poll on who they think REALLY deserves a World title shot and who should probably stick to what they know how to do and "See Stars".

You keep talking about an "Assist" that I got the last time a title was on the line between you and I, but you keep forgetting that after you tried to make your "landing"...you could've gotten up.

You could've tried to block my putting you out with a "REALITY CHECK."

You could've even kicked out of the pin I made, a simple "arm-draping pin".

But the fact is First....

You DIDN'T.

Instead, I did just what I wanted to do, and that's finish you off myself, and the end result was a VICTORY for me...and a EPIC FAILURE, for you.

The bottom line, First...is that both times I've won singles gold, I did it all myself, without any help, in convincing fashion.

Even nearly PARALYZING a man in the process.

Now, I know that's not quite breaking an arm via a THIRD-STORY BUILDING FALL...but I kinda figured that it was just as decent, but that's just my opinion. The point is First, that I didn't start out in Empire Pro with any friends, and it's pretty apparent to me that I don't have anyone beating down my door to help me down...but the entire point is that "Anthology" was created for Men in this company that was tired of the same people getting the title shots over and again. It was created to give other men like myself and others a chance to do something that they wouldn't normally get.

Yes, you might've found HOPE after LOSING your match to me, but that's just it First...you might see the positive but it's just alittle too late.

Unfortunately for you, I'm out of balloons to illustrate that one....

(Cruise "looks past the camera" and returns a blank stare.)

What'cha mean I've already been over that??

(Continues, shrugging his shoulders)

If you say so.

But please, First, keep talking.

You've done that for just about over a year now and what has it gotten you??

(Holds his left hand out and starts counting fingers.)

You lost the Tag Team titles....thanks to me.

(Counts a second finger.)

You lost the Intercontinental Title match...against me again.

(Counts a third finger.)

You lost the Television Title match against Layne Winters.

(Counts a fourth and fifth finger and then appropriately gives the camera the MIDDLE FINGER.)

And who could forget you losing your two title matches against Sean Stevens?? Hell, that's one more shot that you failed at that I HAVEN'T got in SIX years.

You lose again at Black Dawn, and not only does that make you a THREE-TEAM-LOSER, but that's also "THREE STRIKES."

We might not be in Sacramento, California for Black Dawn First...but it's not that difficult to remember that once you get "Three Strikes"....

YOU'RE OUT.

(Cruise clears his throat, moving on)

Speaking of OUT, I suppose some Congratulations is in order...Sean...

You're saying the same shit to First that I said to him along time ago....nobody really listens to people that are insistent on talking to them in a FIVE-THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD DEAD LANGUAGE.

But of course...The First isn't exactly "Normal" now is he??

You see Sean, you might've to an extent gotten the upperhand all those years ago...but until recently...you've never even been in the SAME RING as me for the last decade, much less know for certain that you're BETTER.

Yes, you superkicked me in front of the entire WORLD on National Television and stole "leadership" of a group that I put together from scratch, we all know this.

But in case you haven't figured it out yet..."Anthology" was never MINE to begin with. It was a GROUP of people who shared a common need to change the "Status Quo".

It's just too bad Jared Wells and the rest of those punks forgot that very foundation for BEING in Anthology...but trust me that ending your reign will be just as much a victory to me as it'll be like hitting two birds with one stone.

Again, don't kid yourself "Champ".

Sure, you've proven when it comes down to it, on top of "Talking the Talk" you DO ACTUALLY have to "Walk the Walk"; but then again...you got a taste of it from me yourself in Albuquerque last week, when proved to you that I could dish it out as well as TAKE IT.

So you see Sean (Cruise takes his shades off), I AM good enough to be your "rival", I'm good enough to upset you enough to throw me out the window because the camera shows that very look on your face. When I took your title, it showed the look on your face when I gave you a REALITY CHECK there in the ring.

Before you ran for cover, I saw the look on your face and it showed you were PISSED.

I KNOW who you are, and I KNOW what you're capable of, but the fact of the matter is "Champ"...

You can shove that intimidation shit right back up your ass where it came from.

But apparently you don't get the point either, this isn't YOUR federation; it never was. The fact was that you talk like you're levels ABOVE me, when it's fairly clear that anyone you can compete with...I can do it too...AND do a better job.

You even said it yourself.

Whatever happened to not disrespecting me, Sean?? What happened to not doing what everyone else tries to do and actually BEING ORIGINAL for once??

BITCH PLEASE.

It's nice to know that you think I went from being a "Laughingstock to a Joke", you know what I like better??

Going from "laughingstock to Joke" to PUTTING YOU ON YOUR ASS.

"Cry me a river, build a bridge, and go FUCK YOURSELF."

(Cruise smiles)

See what I did there?? I can be funny too. How'd I do that??

(Cruise mocks Trips voice)

Because Ah'm Smaater 'den you....you say you smaater 'den me but Ah'm smaater 'den you.

(Relaxes)

Or at least smart enough to make you look like a fucking idiot, this much we all know for sure.

You think I've always followed your lead, but yet how can I do that when I already beat you to the punch??

I beat Joey Melton in a Cage for PRIDE in Two-Thousand-Five almost six months before YOU WALKED IN THE DOOR, let alone three years later for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.

So you see...it's not always about the expensive things, Sean, sometimes it's the "Principal" rather than the "MATERIAL."

You had "The Fallen", sure...those kids were fairly entertaining, but the bottom line is, Triple X...

I beat them TOO!!

ME, Cameron Cruise!!!

ME!!!

Tell me something, Sean...how come you're insistent on surrounding yourself with LOSERS??

All of them...Losers, hence the reason why you needed more than just Jared Wells to cover your ass at Aggression 50.

Because you DO need help, Sean, you need ALOT of it.

And I'm going to be the man that give's it to you, via a REALITY CHECK you just....won't.....like. But it's one you're going to hate for a long.....long.....long....long time.

Not because you lost the EPW World Heavyweight Championship.

Not even because you busted your ass and still failed in a heartbreaking moment that could fetch the Academy Awards.

But because you lost to the COURT JESTER.

The "King" got fooled by a JOKE.

Or the better way I like to hear it....

"DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!!!"

'"Triple X" Sean Stevens LOST THE EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP to CAMERON CRUISE!!'

And then and only then...will HELL officially Freeze Over.

FADEOUT

The Great Eye · May 4, 2010

(FADEIN: A computer screen, it shows comments from YouTube. The names of the commenters are generally wrestling themed, the face supporters giving approval to the video saying that First and Muse are creative, awesome, funny, and so on. While the heel supporters declare them idiots, dorks, losers. One poster named “JaredDADDY69” remarking that Muse needs to get with a real man. A man that will make her scream "DADDY!"

The screen scrolls up to show a video...It’s in the early evening, there is a crowd of about 40 or so people gathered on the grass field of the Salem Willows, in the middle of the crowd are First and Muse, who are engaged in the act of juggling clubs, passing them to each other, six clubs are in the air.)

FIRST: You’ll crack, you always crack…

MUSE: Like hell I will…We got ladies in this crowd? (Shouts from various women) Somebody flash Mr. Rock Star, distract him!

MALE VOICE: Flash us Muse!

MUSE: Baby I’m kinda busy right babe. (Laughs from the crowd.)

FEMALE VOICE: First I love you!

FIRST: Oh I love you too. (More laughs) We need to go to seven clubs here?!

CROWD: YEAH!

MUSE: What?! No way! This was endurance, not extra clubs!

CROWD: SEVEN! SEVEN! SEVEN!

FIRST: We got to give them what they want babe…Get me a club! (A lanky guy in a black trenchcoat that has the word “Shadow” in white on the back appears in the shot holding a juggling club. He puts the club near First’s feet.)

MUSE: Oh this is a set up! Shadow you betrayer!

(First gets the club set up on his right foot, and then flips it into his hands and gets the seventh club into the rotation, a few moments later Muse drops a club and then all her clubs spill to the floor, the crowd cheers loudly. First throws his arms in the air as Muse shakes her head in disgust. The camera gets blurry as the person filming things seems to be getting bounced around by the crowd, the clip ends.)

(CUTTO: Sometime before the YouTube clip, maybe an hour or so judging from the light. First and Muse are sitting on bench at the Willows, eating Chinese food from one of the many take out places at the Willows. “In My Head” by Jason Derule playing in the background.)

FIRST: So I now can officially declare victory in my arguments with Triple X. It is nice when such things are defined in black and white as this.

MUSE: What do you mean?

FIRST: He broke the Godwin’s law of EPW…Which instead of the Nazis, it’s Lindsay Troy’s penis being brought into the conversation. You do that and you’ve exposed yourself as being completely out of ideas and totally bankrupt of wit and intelligence. I mean for crying out loud when Beast lost his name and became Marcus Westscott one of the conditions of the situation was he had to lay off the ‘Troy has a pecker’ jokes.

MUSE: So who has a bigger penis, Lindsay Troy or Lady Gaga?

FIRST: (Takes a breath) Hmmm, that’s a tough one, maybe Cruise will have the answer to that. He’s all into that stuff, don’t get him started on Bigfoot, Hart told me the stories about how he’d go on and on about that tape proving the Yeti is a real creature. So if anyone can get to the bottom of unfunny she-male jokes, it’s Cruise.

Yeah Trip, I lost to you, and I lost to Cruise, this is that standard stupid “A beat B and B beat C, so A can beat C” logic that sports fans have been using since time immortal. Of course Shawn Hart pinned you, and I pinned him, so clearly I can beat you. That logic just turns this four way at Black Dawn into a snake eating its own tail. The truth is, any of us can beat the rest of us, and well, one of us will end up walking out of there having won this thing. My money is on me…(Smiles) I’m sure you’ll disagree…

And as for me not deserving of being here…Well I hate the word ‘deserve’…Oh you deserved that promotion at work, or that girl should be dating you and not the loser she’s with…The fighter who was dominating his fight and gets knocked out by one punch deserved to win…Guess what, it didn’t happen, get over yourself. You’ll enter that ring at Black Dawn and staring back at you will be Shawn Hart, Cameron Cruise, and me. We will all have deserved this shot at your title. The fact that we’re all getting a shot at your title is proof enough of this. Instead of complaining about it maybe you should just get ready to kick all our asses and prove to everyone how good you are.

And about you being upset that I’m talking so much, lemme get you up to speed about the history of my career. See I was fighting this guy and he kept telling me I was beneath contempt. I was unworthy of even being talked about as a threat or a worthy opponent. That boredom, apathy and a longing for a foe that would be up to the standards of this man were the only proper actions he could take, hell he even went so far as to get all insider and told me he was ‘burying’ me for the good of the sport…You know who that was?

I’ll give you a hint, his name rhymes with Sean Stevens…

Look, you’re the piece of trash that’s told me I’m unfit to lace your ring boots that I’m unfit to even be in the same arena as you. So if you got it in for me, well then I’m just going to have keep promoting myself, keep talking, keep hyping myself, hyping Black Dawn, hyping our history…All of it…That’s my job Trip, to make sure you headline another million plus PPV buys show. Keep the coffers of EPW overflowing with coin, that’s part one of our job Trip. Part two is beating the hell out of each other…And I’m going to do both of those things as best I can…I promise you that…King

Oh...Speaking of Kings...I wasn’t around in France for the Revolution, but I do know the story…You know my favorite part…That long before it all started, long before anyone even thought of doing such a thing, a student was selected from his school to give a speech to the King to welcome him. That student and the crowd waited in the rain for hours, the newly crowned King arrived, never left his carriage, and left as soon as the speech was finished.

The King was Louie the 16th. The student Robespierre, and in the end, it was Robespierre who sent the King to die…Things change Trip…The world as you knew it will be no more after Black Dawn. When I come crashing down from the top rope with the Cut The Thread, my leg will be the guillotine blade across your neck that ends your reign.

(Muse pulls a blackberry out of her purse and looks at the screen.)

MUSE: Cruise just called you gay.

FIRST: Really?

MUSE: Yes his first words were something about a relationship and then he said “Unlike you, I’m not gay.”

(First leans forward, resting his hands on the top of his head, he is practically doubled over.)

MUSE: Oh this isn’t going to be good…But at the very least I must say this, thanks Cruise for pissing Mr. Rock Star off so now he’ll be unable to focus for our juggling contest tonight, victory will be mine!

(First leans back on the bench, hands still in his hair)

FIRST: (Takes a deep breath) You know my wife is bisexual…She had spent her time in high school made fun of for it…Called all those names, as was her girlfriend…Muse, the dear lady beside me, she’s dated women…Ask the two of them the most upsetting thing about me and they’ll tell you it’s my lame straightness…

I hate bigots…And really there’s no place in this world for that garbage…Tragically I have to remain professional at Black Dawn, I have to follow through on my goal of winning the EPW World Title, nothing will distract me from that, but I will congratulate you on something Cammy, if I do win that World Title, you WILL be getting a World Title shot against me…And that night, I’m going to put you in a coma…

I’m gonna hunt down The Amazing Logan and ask him what’s the most horrible, gruesome, bloody thing he’s ever seen Michael Bastard do. I’m going to ask Anarky if it’s true about him, the crazy guy that followed him around America for a year, and the incident with the dental floss and the bowl of maggots…I’m going to seek out all the experts in the field of F*CKING YOUR SH*T UP and get a Masters Degree in it…And then I’m going to turn all that fury and rage on you…Black Dawn…You better pray to whatever Gods you worship we’re not the final 2, because if we are…After I beat you for that title I won’t begin celebrating with that belt until you either run from that ring in terror or are rushed to the nearest hospital….

You have officially pissed me off, everything else you have said or would say is meaningless…You come at me with homophobic slurs, you get hurt…I went out to the ring at Unleashed wearing a “Fight H8” T-Shirt. A couple chuckleheads spent the whole match calling me a f*ggot…I heard others say it to and from the ring…That’s the voice of ignorant blind stupidity. It drives me up a wall…The make up, the eyeliner, all that upsets you cause you’re thinking I’m queer?

MUSE: You…Didn’t know that’s why he hated you?

FIRST: Well no…I didn’t…I thought this was some hatred of goths...

MUSE: God you’re slow…Don’t let him get to you…You have to get to him…Use his raging homophobia against him…Grab his ass, give him a kiss in the ring, mind game him.

FIRST: Is it possible to mind game Cameron Cruise? Does he have a mind that one could be able to game as it were? Where does his mind rate in size compared to Lindsay Troy and Lady Gaga’s penises?

MUSE: Great now you’ve gone EPW Godwin, Stevens is off the hook, you’re both guilty, Cameron Cruise has now won this debate.

FIRST: No! I was being ironic! It was sarcastic and witty!

MUSE: Sorry I don’t make the rules I just enforce them…Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go get rocking on the clubs, gotta be in top shape for tonight, you’re getting schooled!

FIRST: Dream on…

(Muse walks away. First looks back at the camera.)

FIRST: We could go for hours with six clubs, but once I get the seventh club into the mix, she’s toast.

(First smiles at the camera. FADEOUT)

ShawnHartXXX · May 4, 2010

Late to the Party

FADE IN:

Le Chateau du Phenom - Orlando, Florida

After several days without contact with his compatriot, the inimitable SJH, the Jewish Jackhammer JON KATZ JR. is prowling about the inner corridors of the Bangbino's semi-palatial estate in search of him.

JKJ: "SHAWN!!"

No response. Katz opens a door and peers in... Nothing.

JKJ: "YO! SHizzz-AWN! Where is yo MESHUGENAH ASS?!"

Suddenly, JKJ notices mechanical, MIDI-ized hum of 16-bit sound coming from the room at the end of the hall. Instantly, Katz's worried expression morphed into one of disappointment, bordering on disgust. After a long, annoyed sigh, he stormed over to the door and opened it.

JKJ: "YO DUDE... Really?!"

Jon Jr.'s suspicions were confirmed. Sitting in a zombified state on his Rashard Lewis-autographed banana chair was Shawn Jessica Hart, PhD. with a controller locked in his hands and his eyes fixed upon the flat-screen monitor six inches in front of his face. A flat-screen monitor that projected these images:

JKJ: "Still with the Donkey Kong?!"

In a monotone that belied his usual nature, SJH gruffly responded.

SJH: "Can't stop. Gotta get the kill screen."

JKJ: "Kill screen?! How long have you been at this?!"

Silence. More silence... And finally, a response.

SJH: "Since you left."

Katz was taken aback. Flashback footage of a raucous masquerade party was shown where SJH removed his Nixon mask and exclaimed to a group that included JKJ, Felicia, a couple of transvestites, someone that bore an eerie resemblance to Charlie Sheen, and ALF, "YO! Let's get our Nintendo on!" Coming back to real time, Katz became utterly perplexed.

JKJ: "But Champ -- that was FIVE DAYS AGO!"

No response. SJH coughs.

SJH: "Gotta get the kill screen!"

JKJ: "Kill screen?! What the fug you talkin' bout?"

Shawn sighs a rather discontented sigh and explains.

SJH: "A kill screen is when you get so far into the game, it goes all wiggety-WACK and crashes because you hit the numerical limit of the gamecode. In Donkey Kong, you get past a certain point and the screwy code kills the screen if you can't finish the level fast enough. Only a few people have done it. It's wicked COOL!"

JKJ slapped his forehead.

JKJ: "Yo kid, you can't do that sh(FCC)t on this game! This is Donkey Kong COUNTRY! They didn't have that sh(FCC)t when this came out! That's some sh(FCC)t from the 80's!"

The Phenom dropped his controller and turned back to his cohort.

SJH: "What?!"

JKJ: "That's real talk, son."

Hart becomes spittin' mad, quite literally so; with a look of supreme weariness he hocks one onto the shag carpeting below him.

SJH: "Well screw this then!"

Nano-seconds later, without even batting an eyelash, Hart powers down nine days worth of progress in his DKC marathon.

JKJ: "You saved that shizz, right?"

Hart grits his teeth. His left eye begins to twitch slightly and his right arm shakes. Katz's question must have been meant in the rhetorical sense however as he ignores Shawn's tics and fires another question.

JKJ: "So you ready for your match? You have done SOME kind of training between levels haven't you?"

The Prime Minister of Gettin' Sinister scoffs.

SJH: "Puh! I'm not sweatin' Sean Edmunds. I've beaten that JACKHOLE more times than I even care to remember. He's nothing but a footnote to the appendix of the CliffsNotes version of the annals of my grand and gloooooooooooooooooooorious career! He can even sic his thugs on me again and I'll STILL rule the day! You know as well as I do that SJH is too BAD to be had...'specially by the likes of him! Ya heard?"

JKJ retrieves his droid phone and waves it in front of Hart's face.

JKJ: "YO! Ain't you been checkin' your texts? Your emails n' sh(FCC)t?! Or, I dunno... been PAYING ATTENTION to what happens on the shows you're booked on?! That's not how it's goin' down, bro! You're in a match for another world heavyweight title! XXX, the Booze Cruise, ya homebody FIRST and YOU for all tha gold and all tha glory!"

Hart glances at his belt-laden trophy case.

SJH: "But I already have THREE world heavyweight titles! And EPW brass knows I don't like clutter. BESIDES, putting me in a match like that would be sheer ridiculosity! I've already OWNED Stevens and Cruise like a summer home... and First? Heh, he knows who runs this. He would never allow me to horn in on his title quest, and I wouldn't want to rob him of his moment in the sun! This whole thing is as inconceivable as a kill screen on Donkey Kong Country apparently."

Katz smacks himself upside the head once more.

JKJ: "I'm tellin' ya dawg, this is the shot!"

SJH: "Ooooh!! Oooo-KAY! Okay, Katz! This is my shot!"

JKJ: "Right!"

SJH: "Rrrrrriiiiiiiigghht. You been smokin' again?"

Katz lowers his head in shame.

JKJ: "Well... I mean-"

SJH: "SEE! You probably dreamed the whole thing during one of your cannabis-fueled rages."

The seeds of doubt had been planted. Katz began to scratch his chin in a manner most pensive.

JKJ: "Well, I dunno... I guess I might've-"

SJH: "You did! But lucky for you, I've got just the thing to shake the cobwebs off!"

The Phenom hits the power button on his SNES and the Rareware logo hits the screen.

JKJ: "Ahhhhhhh SH(FCC)T!! DKC!"

Hart retrieves his controller and passes a second one to Katz.

SJH: "NO BANANA SHALL BE LEFT UNCONSUMED!!"

JKJ: "I got dibs on Diddy!"

Seconds later, Shawn and JKJ are both in banana chairs and completely locked into a trance-like state with the game as the scene fades to black.

TSiegel · May 4, 2010

Textbook Lesson....

"Seriously First....if you can't figure out the difference between sarcasm and an ACTUAL homophobic or racial slur, then maybe you shouldn't even be in this business to BEGIN WITH."

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an Empire Pro backdrop dressed in blue jeans and an old school "Michael Singletery" jersey, with matching football hat and Anarchy-style shades)

CRUISE: First off, since you're too much of a TOOL to figure out that I was cracking a joke on the fact that you tried to use 'I'd hate to be in a relationship with you...' on me when the fact that that's pretty much the only way that you COULD know what it's like to be in a relationship with me. Now, I've zero problems with a man being Gay or Bi-Sexual and competing in this business, that's not the issue. If a man wants to go off against the natural order of the way things began, then that's his deal, I really couldn't careless one way or another. But do yourself a favor and stop incriminating yourself with the same tactics that you use on Sean and myself; you say that you're against "Hate" and things similar to it, but yet you just said that you'd 'HATE to be in a relationship with me..."

(Cruise smirks)

What's it going to be, First, make up your mind?? Are you against "Hate" and everything similar?? Or are you a HYPOCRITE too??

If it's the former then you're contradicting yourself which only makes you out to look that much more stupid and if it's the LATTER...well...let's just say it really doesn't bode well for you.

But please....whatever you're doing for training, keep it up, it's not like it's redundant or anything.

Don't try to put forth the same effort to intimidate me because I just got done telling Sean the same thing I'm gonna tell you right now....it's not gonna work. In fact, I'll put it to you this way: SLAMBO the Clown was more intimidating to me and I beat him along time ago as well.

You wanna get a Masters Degree in "****ing My Shit Up", then please...allow ME to school YOU on that very thing; Lesson One: You Can't Fuck Up Cameron Cruise.

You saw what Trips, Sean and Jared tried to do to me last week in Albuquerque too, and you know it deep down in that Mascara-covered heart of yours. It's going to take alot more than just talking your head off to beat me in a match with a title on the line,
First, and you should know that from experience.

You got rage and fury to burn??

Hell, First I've got rage and fury to burn for SIX YEARS COMING, so forget talking to me about rage and fury, as far as I'm concerned...you don't know SHIT about rage and Fury.

That's all besides the point, because the fact is...Hart's apparently content with just three World Titles, you're content with giving up on winning a title after only THREE TIMES, you really need to get used to one thing: Disappointment.

I don't care if you're straight as an arrow like me or queer as point Sean Stevens lost his brain when the fans started to get behind the antics of a WHITE RAPPER.

I hate Sean Stevens GUTS because of the fact that he's an arrogant, ignorant prick who refuses to see the point, even though he knows it's THERE.

I don't like YOU because you just don't get the point PERIOD.

And that's your problem.

This isn't about you being Gay or Straight, it's about my being BETTER THAN YOU, and you know it, which is why I'm going to prove that very point when we meet again in the ring, along with Triple X, and Shawn Hart.

You've had your chance, First, and you BLEW IT along with the chances you had to win the TV, and IC titles.

Sometimes things change, and sometimes History repeats itself.

For you, it's the latter.

It's the latter first, First, it's the latter, it's always been the latter, and as far as I'm concerned it's always going to BE the latter.

Whether or not you like that fact Mister "I'm as older than Father Time Himself", is moot at this point. But what ISN'T moot is the fact that when it's all said and done, all you're going home with is a REALITY CHECK that you just...won't like.

FADEOUT

ShawnHartXXX · May 5, 2010

Cam's lost his marbles!

FADE IN:

Doggy-paddling in the shallow end of his Jayne Mansfield-shaped pool is multi-promotional champion SHAWN JESSICA HART, PhD. At the grill, Tiny is whipping up a batch of his world famous Boca Burger knock-offs and off in the background, Felicia is sprawled out on a lawn chair, eyes locked to a blurry 16-inch television the Harts inherited from a recently-deceased great uncle. Suddenly, the eerie visage of Cameron Cruise appears on the screen.

FELICIA: "Shaaaawn!"

The Phenom struggles to stay afloat in his sinuous pool.

SJH: "WHAT?"

FELICIA: "Cammy's on the tube!"

Hart goes under momentarily, but is saved by his Dora the Explorer floaties. Coughing and annoyed, he responds.

SJH: "WHAT?!"

FELICIA: "The TV!"

SJH: "The TV?!

FELICIA: "Yeah!"

SJH: "What about it?!"

FELICIA: "Cruise is on it!"

SJH: "Cameron Cruise?!"

FELICIA: "Yeah!"

SJH: "He's on the TV?"

FELICIA: "Yeah!"

SJH: "OK, hold up a sec..."

SJH took a deep breath; the four-foot gap between his frantically paddling arms and the edge of Jayne Mansfield's left thigh seemed a near-insurmountable obstacle that stood between the Phenom and his boob tube. Regardless, he collected his chi and went! Flailing his arms and undulating with his body, the Bangbino creeped inch by soul-crushing inch toward the safety of land. Meanwhile, Tiny took a break from his faux burger flipping to observe his mentor's struggles. So too did Felicia, who lowered her designer shades and stared in silence. After what seemed like several moments of some of the most awkward body movements you'll ever see, Shawn finally reached out and grasped the stone edge.

SJH: "Whoa.... f(FCC)ck. Ohh man. Yeeesh."

Hart struggled to catch his breath. Sweet Felish was unfazed.

FELICIA: "Get over here and look at this."

Shawn scurries over to his sister. Tiny resumes his grill mastery.

SJH: "Whoa, I think something's wrong with it.."

This was true, mostly because where once the rabbit ears were now rested a bent and contorted wire hanger that served as the set's antenna. The footage of Cruise was spotty, breaking in and out of viewability and white noise as he cut his promo.

CRUISE: "First off - **STATIC** your **BzzZZtt** TOOL... **SCRATCH-BZZZzzZZzTt** I'd be **PFFFffT** in a relationship with you..."

SJH: "What did he say?!"

FELICIA: "Whoa - BIG BRO! I think he's coming out!"

SJH: "No way!"

FELICIA: "For reals! Listen to the guy!"

They turn their attention back to the screen.

CRUISE: "Now I **GRRgrGrrGG-Pffffft** a man being Gay **ZIP** Bi-Sexual and **PFFFT-PFFFT-Bzzzzz** go off against the natural order.." **BzzzTTz**

FELICIA: "OK, this is just creepy. I mean, I always knew there was something sinister to that whole Dangle Brothers thing, but I never imagined him going off the deep-end like this. Especially right before a big match!"

SJH: "Seriously. And I thought I had it bad having to go up against Edmunds."

FELICIA: "I'm sorry?"

SJH: "At Black Dawn."

Felicia was utterly perplexed.

FELICIA: "Umm Shawn, are you forgetting what went down on Aggression? You're not defending your Intercontinental title, you're-"

Quite suddenly, SJH interjects.

SJH: "Whoa -- WAIT! Is it 8 o'clock?! My favorite show is starting right now. QUICK - dump this Crying Game BS and change the channel!"

Despite commanding his sister to do so, the Bangbino hurled himself past her, adjusted the dial and brought up his favorite program:

SJH: "Oh SNAP! We's about to get all odd couple'y in here. HAH! That Balki... his confusion about our cultural practices and the FOLLY that ensues as a result is comedy GOLD."

FELICIA: "Y'know, I always thought Bronson Pinchot was kind of hot."

SJH: "Meeee tooooo."

FELICIA: "WHAT!? C'mon Shawn, enough with the Perfect Strangers! You already own the DVD boxed set!"

She leans out of her chair and shuts the set off.

SJH: "Hey!"

FELICIA: "We have to talk about Cruise, and the match at hand!"

Hart grimaces.

SJH: "Agh. Don't worry about Cammy's confusion. I'll just use my PRIESTLY POWERS and send him some goodwill."

FELICIA: "C'mon big bro. How many times do I have to tell you that online ordinations don't count for dinky-doo in this state?"

SJH: "I know. But getting bitten by a radioactive Jason Priestley does!"

CUT TO: A flashback sequence. SJH is at a podium, addressing reporters about some publicity stunt or another.

SJH: "Thank you for coming. NOW - let's begin with.."

Suddenly, a rabid Jason Priestley rushes the stage.

PRIESTLEY: "Grrrr-GRRRRRRRR!!"

SJH: "Oh sh(FCC)t."

CUT TO: Real time, and a relenting Felicia.

FELICIA: "Touche."

The Phenom yawns.

SJH: "Well anyway, I dunno what's crawled up Cruise's butt. Er..... well, yeah. After seeing that, I guess I do actually. But all of this Brandon Walshing I've had to do since being bitten is taking a lot out of me, so I think I'm gonna go have a nap. Don't stay in the sun too long, sis."

FELICIA: "But Shawn -- WAIT!""

Before the sentence had left her luscious lips, Hart was gone. At the grill, an oblivious Tiny still flipped burgers. After surveying the scene, Felicia shrugged her shoulders and flipped the television back on to Cruise.

CRUISE: "You wanna get **BUZZZTT** in f(FCC)cking my sh(FCC)t.. **CRACKLE** then please... **PffftTTffT-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-Zip** F(FCC)ck **Bzz** Cameron Cruise."

FELICIA: "Yeeeeeeesh..."

FADE TO BLACK.

jayshort · May 5, 2010

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The Great Eye · May 5, 2010

Oregon Trail

(FADEIN: The First and Muse sitting in Logan airport. The camera quality looks like it’s a handheld camera. Both in their ‘incognito’ clothing of black ball caps, and sunglasses. First’s face is unpainted, hair pulled into a pony tail. He’s wearing a black zip up hoodie, black jeans, black sneakers. Muse has on a shirt that reads “Love is Love is Love” with a pair of the male symbol, a pair of the female symbol, and a pair with one of each under the words, blue jeans with red sneakers.)

FIRST: We’re heading to Oregon and we don’t even have to stop rest lest somebody die of dysentery. That is a horrible way to die let me tell you. No need to hunt wild game, no tough decisions about how to cross rivers, just hop on a plane and you’re there in a few hours.

This modern world is pretty crazy, but crazy I guess is a relative term when one looks into the gaping maw of madness that is Cameron Cruise. I mean wow man, talk about going down in flames…You are a sight to behold.

I have a friend, he’s a good guy, but whenever he gets close to success, he sabotages himself, he screws things up. He finds a way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. I know you’ll tell me that ‘that’s you First! Bwahahaha!’ and if you want to, knock yourself out…It makes me sad to see him do that…

But you are the one doing it now, and well, it makes me laugh…

Honestly Cruise you’re the guy who had to surrender a title because of the mere belief that you were a racist. EPW’s front office called you on the carpet and told you ‘drop the belt, we can’t be having such a political hot potato on our hands’ and next thing you know, you’re not the champ. You’re politically toxic.

Now you’re finally getting your shot at the big time, you finally main event an EPW Pay-Per-View and you can’t keep your foot out of your mouth. Gays are a perversion of the natural order? (Shakes head) You being within 50 miles of the EPW World Title is a perversion of the natural order…You’re an idiot, an idiot who doesn’t know that he’s digging himself a hole, and instead of stopping, you dig deeper.

You think EPW is going to enjoy having you as it’s World Champion with the GLAAD protests going on outside buildings? You think Dan Ryan is going to have the face of this company be a hate monger? You have to be kidding me Cruise…Honestly…
It’s like you don’t want to win, it’s like you’re sowing the seeds of your own destruction before this match even begins. You’re setting yourself up to fail so you’ll have an excuse after the match to explain why you lost. “Oh they fast counted me cause I spoke my mind.” You and Carrie Prejean can go on FOX news and talk about how the evil liberals won’t let you say what you feel needs to be said and you’ll complain about the “PC police”.

Because in the end, you’ll be the real victim in all this, poor put upon Cameron Cruise. The guy who just couldn’t keep his hateful trap shut long enough to sell a Pay-Per-View.

And Shawn, you’re a riot, but don’t think I can’t see through what you’re doing, I know you enjoyed listening to us all rant and rave and scream at each other, just letting everyone fill the air with a wall of noise and people just throw up their hands and say ‘enough’…And then you show up with your perfect strangers and Kill Screens and start getting all Shawn Hart…People start to react because you’re the new voice…You get momentum, and then come the night of Black Dawn, suddenly the chants for old SJH get a little louder, little more vocal, because you’re all ‘above the fray’.

Well I’ve fought to long for this to be thrown away, even to you. Maybe you can beat me for it down the road after I’ve won it, but I’m not going to be denied at Black Dawn, not even by the Prime Minster of Getting Sinister…

Oh, and Trip, I already am a gay rights activist. I might not get paid for it, but I care about it a lot. You want me to give you excuses? You’re a funny guy Trip, because you made it clear to me that somebody was going to have to beat you clean in the middle of the ring with your title on the line for you to think you’re not the best. That’s the bar you put up for us to clear.

If you want to call the first match a clean win, knock yourself out, you’re lying and you know it, but that’s for you to judge…The second match, well you bailed, the only person who had excuses after that match was you. Cruise beat me with a Copycat run-in…So really, the “Triple X standard by which he’ll accept defeat.” Doesn’t apply to me.

And nobody’s beaten you in a title match? Well for one thing, you’re a two time EPW World Champion, which means you lost the belt, and second of all I beat you at Aggression 50.

MUSE: But you didn’t win the title so it doesn’t count.

FIRST: Who made that rule?

MUSE: I did, get the belt off him and we’ll talk.

FIRST: You’re just still angry over the seventh club.

MUSE: Yes, yes I am.

FIRST: Anyhow…Look Trip, I get that I’ve lost. I understand it, but we all lose…That’s the nature of the beast…And at Black Dawn, it’s your turn to lose…It’s my time to be champion…You’ve made your mark on this company, you’ve proven yourself to be the best time and again…But everything ends…Portland Oregon, Black Dawn 2010…The Reign of the King…Is finished…And the Outcast Hero will stand…As Champion…

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Re: Oregon Trail

The Great Eye said:
(FADEIN: The First and Muse sitting in Logan airport. The camera quality looks like it’s a handheld camera. Both in their ‘incognito’ clothing of black ball caps, and sunglasses. First’s face is unpainted, hair pulled into a pony tail. He’s wearing a black zip up hoodie, black jeans, black sneakers. Muse has on a shirt that reads “Love is Love is Love” with a pair of the male symbol, a pair of the female symbol, and a pair with one of each under the words, blue jeans with red sneakers.)

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FIRST: We’re heading to Oregon and we don’t even have to stop rest lest somebody die of dysentery. That is a horrible way to die let me tell you. No need to hunt wild game, no tough decisions about how to cross rivers, just hop on a plane and you’re there in a few hours.

This modern world is pretty crazy, but crazy I guess is a relative term when one looks into the gaping maw of madness that is Cameron Cruise. I mean wow man, talk about going down in flames…You are a sight to behold.

I have a friend, he’s a good guy, but whenever he gets close to success, he sabotages himself, he screws things up. He finds a way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. I know you’ll tell me that ‘that’s you First! Bwahahaha!’ and if you want to, knock yourself out…It makes me sad to see him do that…

But you are the one doing it now, and well, it makes me laugh…

Honestly Cruise you’re the guy who had to surrender a title because of the mere belief that you were a racist. EPW’s front office called you on the carpet and told you ‘drop the belt, we can’t be having such a political hot potato on our hands’ and next thing you know, you’re not the champ. You’re politically toxic.

Now you’re finally getting your shot at the big time, you finally main event an EPW Pay-Per-View and you can’t keep your foot out of your mouth. Gays are a perversion of the natural order? (Shakes head) You being within 50 miles of the EPW World Title is a perversion of the natural order…You’re an idiot, an idiot who doesn’t know that he’s digging himself a hole, and instead of stopping, you dig deeper.

You think EPW is going to enjoy having you as it’s World Champion with the GLAAD protests going on outside buildings? You think Dan Ryan is going to have the face of this company be a hate monger? You have to be kidding me Cruise…Honestly…
It’s like you don’t want to win, it’s like you’re sowing the seeds of your own destruction before this match even begins. You’re setting yourself up to fail so you’ll have an excuse after the match to explain why you lost. “Oh they fast counted me cause I spoke my mind.” You and Carrie Prejean can go on FOX news and talk about how the evil liberals won’t let you say what you feel needs to be said and you’ll complain about the “PC police”.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is my job, and these are my opponents.

“Listen you fucking dimwitted, delusional bastard, you could be the spokesperson for taking dildos up the ass for all I care, that’s your business. You’re a character. You care about being persnickety. Me? I’m a wrestler. I’m not a politician, I’m not an activist, and I’m not a wannabe like you.

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The Great Eye · May 5, 2010

Real Fear

(FADEIN: The First and Muse, now at PDX, standing waiting for their bags, First has a wry smile on his face.)

FIRST: C*cksucker…Oh Trip, you’re a sweetheart you know that…With Cruise he’s so earnest and honest in his stupidity and hate, it’s what he means, what he feels, but you…It’s so cold and calculating, it’s all designed for effect, you saw how pissed off Cruise got me with the gay slur and so there you go, digging into the wound, trying to stir sh*t up…

I don’t know if you hate gays, are indifferent to gays, are gay yourself, but it would be meaningless since the only thing you care about is getting people off their game, rattling them. You pretended to not get Westscott’s name right and spend the whole damn time talking about how you never claimed to be undefeated, that you had lost in the past and it didn’t matter anyhow…

Now here we are, and suddenly losses in the past matter…My losses mean I can’t beat you…You just adapt to every situation, frame every debate such that your side of the issue is right, even if was the opposite side as the one before it. I can’t wait till you fight Cameron Cruise and we see you at the latest gay marriage battleground state, rallying the forces of tolerance and equality to your side.

Cause you stand for nothing but opposition of your opponent, you are meaningless without an enemy with which to define yourself and it is the reason your mask finally slipped…

See Trip, when you played back my promo attacking Cruise and then got all upset, all I saw was a man screaming “I am the EPW World Champion! You must pay attention to me!” you were throwing a temper tantrum. There was little difference between you and a 4 year old child at the toy store when they want something, except that you didn’t hold your breath in an attempt to pass out.

That’s what scares you more than anything in this world, that you won’t be chased anymore, that you won’t be the topic of conversation in the main event anymore. You see it now for the first time in ages in this four way. Me, Hart, and Cruise got all crazy and now you’re sitting there wondering what the hell happened, how did these three clowns forget about the legendary Sean Stevens, EPW’s World Champion?

Well the fact is, as great as you are, when that bell rings at Black Dawn, you’re the equal of the three of us…You’ll have to navigate the same minefield of double and triple teams, find ways to get pins, survive to the bitter end and then finally prevail…And I want you and I to be the final 2…But if I’m laying outside that ring and Shawn Hart lays you out with a Hart On and pins you…Won’t change my objective…If Cameron Cruise gives you a Reality Check you just don’t like and gets the 1-2-3…Then you can go hit the showers and we’ll settle things for the title without you…

And that eats you up inside, you can’t stand the fact that this company will do just fine without you as it’s Champion…That when I’m defending that Title against anyone who’ll step up and take that challenge that the arenas will still be just as full, that the ratings will stay strong, if not go up…That pay per views will still be an excuse to print money…

You don’t fear defeat, you fear being irrelevant…This match has given you a taste of what that’s like, the moment little old me, your dear buddy Brian devoted a little too much attention to Cameron Cruise, you lost your mind…You always talk about how I’ve been trying so hard to get your attention…Well it’s clear you NEED my attention…

And Black Dawn, me and you part ways, I’ll be EPW World Champion, and you’ll be living the nightmare of learning the terrible truth that you can be replaced. You are not the be-all end-all of this company…And that the EPW World Title, will do just fine being in the hands of the Outcast Hero…The man who killed the King…

Rex Mortuus Est…Oh and for the record, I know you know what that means…You googled it I’m sure…Or you’re so rich you had some assistant’s assistant’s 12 year kid look it up for you…So don’t patronize me (Smiles)

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TRIPLE X: Master manipulator … psychologist … vile, cold, calculating, reprehensible, evil … I’ve heard it all, First … and, after awhile, they all start to sound the same. Do I hate gay people? No. Am I gay? Ask Caitlyn Daymon. But, there’s a major difference between gay people and faggots, and you, Brian … are a walking, talking example of a female in a male’s body.

“You’re emotional, sensitive, you bleed atleast once a month, and when things don’t go your way, you start mouthing off, clamoring for attention. You’re disrespectful, you contradict yourself, you talk in circles, you trip yourself up, and then when you briefly come to your senses, you have to spend the rest of the time that you have trying to clean up the mess that you made with excuses that rarely make sense.

“Being EPW World Heavyweight Champion means that I am the best wrestler in the world. You can’t have the level of success that I’ve had, winning the amount of championships that I’ve won, and be awarded the match of the year award three years in a row by being irrelevant, so your point is moot. But, anytime you’ll try to convince me that wanting to be on the tip of everyone’s tongue is a bad thing let’s me know that we’re in this for two different reasons.

“Brian, we make our names, our reputations, and our living based on our ability to be the biggest star. I’m constantly crucified for wanting the spotlight, and the attention of all of the media, like I shouldn’t, when I’ve busted my ass in this industry for the last fifteen years, at an unparalleled level to earn it. This isn’t about a big shiny belt for me, Nadalny … this is about those long nights, when the sweat dripped down my face, and my knuckles bled, and were blistered, and I had vomit stains on my shirt. It’s about the agonizing back pain that I had to endure, in those hot, sweaty gyms, as my trainer made me bounce off of those wired ring ropes, five thousand times a day.

“I’m not going to insult anyone’s intelligence by pretending I’m a good guy. I am a very bad person, that’ll do very bad things to get what I want, but what supersedes that is my love for wrestling.

“I am a wrestler, Brian Nadalny. Sixteen years ago, I set out to be the best wrestler in the world, and sixteen years later, here I am, my dream fulfilled. I’ve overcome two dislocated shoulders, my neck being slit by a knife wielding maniac, and a shard of glass being jammed through my leg. I’ve overcome herniated disks, tears to my back, and a car accident that should’ve ended my life. I have given wrestling my life, and I will die for this. So yeah, I do want to stay on everyone’s top five dead or alive list, because I’ve put in the work, and if anybody’s going to take that from me, they’re going to have to work ten times as hard as I did to get it, and I don’t think that’s possible.

“But, don’t crucify me for it. Congratulate me. I’ve set an example for wrestlers to follow for years to come. I’ve shown them by my actions that they're not too small, too scrawny or too much of a pretty boy to reach unprecedented levels of success, and be taken seriously by the heavyweights. And, all arrogance aside ... yes I have transcended championship belts. But, just because I’ve reached a level where I don’t need the EPW World Heavyweight Championship, doesn’t mean I don’t want it. As you know, I'm a very rich man. I stopped wrestling for paychecks ten years ago, and championship purses pail in comparison to the money I make in endorsements. I'm in this for the legacy, for the respect. I am solidifying my position as the greatest performer on the planet, because unlike most, I realize that I won't be here forever, and after you're gone, all you have is the special moments you've created.

“You, Cameron, or Shawn beating me for this title won’t change the public’s opinion of you. You will not be seen as bigger, better or more successful, just ask Rocko, and JA. I’ll still be the talk of the town, I’ll still be the face of Empire Pro Wrestling, and your new argument will be how you were overlooked, and overshadowed, on your way to being added to the list of transitional EPW champions.

“If Cameron Cruise connected with a Reality Check, I’d kick out. Just like I would if you landed your finishing move, and Shawn did his. This is what I do. I defy the odds. I make impossible situations possible, and I never let the bright lights cause me to sweat.

“I don’t just fit in, First. I’m not one of the boys… I am the greatest wrestler on the planet, and if anybody steps on my toes, or attempts to remove that title from me, you better believe I’ll check them, just like I checked you, and Cameron Cruise.

“And, contrary to what you may believe, that’s not a weakness. That’s a strength. That’s why I can outlast the iron men in this industry. That’s why I can win championships, and reach levels of success that few men can only dream of attaining. I set impossible standards for myself, that can never be met, but it always keeps me ten steps ahead of the best, and twenty steps ahead of wrestler's like you.

“This is a dog eat dog industry. Truth of the matter is, I’m not scared of you, and you’re not afraid of me. You think you can beat me, and history supports my knowing that I can beat you. But, that's fine ... I'm tired of arguing about it. Fortunately, Black Dawn is upon us, and all of our remaining questions can be answered.

“And, as far as your respect? I know that I won’t be fully appreciated until I’m gone, and you get to think back on what I’ve done. But, I also know that you stay up in the middle of the night, marveling at that things that I do, even if you'll never admit it.

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