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RUSSIAN ROULETTE 2012: EPW TV TITLE: Adrian Willard (c) vs. Rich Mahogany

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The Champion of WORLD TELEVISION!

[CUTTO: Rich Mahogany, fucking two fat chicks.]

[FAST the fuck FORWARD!]

[FADEIN: Rich Mahogany has just gotten finished fucking two fat chicks.]

Rich Mahogany:
Ya know, it’s good to be the Emperor of World Television.

[The Ladies Man is not the EPW Television Champion.]

Rich:
I feel like all of my months and years of service to The Empire and it’s World of Television have finally paid off, and now that I am its sovereign and benevolent ruler, I feel like I can maybe get a few things off of my chest.

[I repeat, Rich Mahogany is not the EPW Champion.]

Rich:
My dear, loyal subjects, if you can be so forgiving as to completely forget the existence of the last two Emperor’s of World Television, as I can’t have those two boneheads scuffing up the luster of my God given birthright of a position here in the Empire!

I’m talking to you, Cameron Cruise and Adrian Willard.

Russian Roulette was a glorious victory, the crowning moment in my campagn to take over all that spans the Empire of World Television, and from here on out I’m looking forward to defending my crown, my title, against all the best not only that the Empire itself has to offer, but worthy challengers from all the known realms (of World Television)!

Now, those challengers should be fully prepared to be humped into complete and humble submission, but YEA IS THE MAN WHO HATH COURAGE AND SKILL TO TRY THY HAND AT MY MOST HOLY AND SUPREME LEADERSHIP!

[At this point, he’s just speaking gibberish.]

Rich:
In short, it’s all about this:

[He points to his crotch.]

Rich:
The Empire Pro Wrestling Television Championship!

[A belt which is not currently wrapped around his waist.]

Rich:
So, to anybody out there in TV Land who might think that they’ve got a chance in Hog Heaven of wresting this title from around my perfectly chiseled mid-section, I wish you good luck, seriously, but I wouldn’t bet money on anybody other than the Rich-man when it comes down to it! Ya see, about four minutes after I humiliated Adrian Willard at Russian Roulette in just under forty-seven seconds, Dan Ryan himself personally invited me into his office and offered me the services of Lesbian Siegel in return for my putting the TV Title on Rehab Duty, and bringing it back to some semblance of importance here in the Empire!

PERSONALLY ENDORSED!

ASK DAN RYAN!

[Thumbs up!]

Rich:
So, in short, Rich mother-effin’ Mahogany is your BRAND NEW EPW Television Champion, and until this belt has regained the prestige that I and it so rightly deserve, you can better believe that I’ve got a STRANGLEHOLD on the entire division of World Television in the Empire!

[Again, let me state that Rich Mahogany is not currently, nor has he ever been the EPW Television Champion. If somebody could maybe find Doc Brown for me, I think I’ve misplaced my Flux-Capaciter.]

[Rich Mahogany is not the EPW Television Champion.]

[Yet.]
 

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Scum

FADEIN...

[Boston Logan International Airport. Single camera at the terminal as we catch Adrian Willard stopped at a local shop buying Gatorade and a Powerbar. He steps off the the side as he stares at the camera, no title on him, black shirt, blue jeans, the usual get up.]

WILLARD: “All things considered, you, Rich Mahogany have risen the ranks of Empire Pro. Let's be fair, you beat Copycat, you beat Anarky, you pinned the World Heavyweight champion. The top brass in this organization.

But....yes, there is a but. You did all of these things by cheating, bending the rules, with no regard to consequence. That is where everything starts to collapse. Anyone can win by cheating, there is no honor in it.”

[Adrian begins to open the Powerbar]

WILLARD: “Can you cheat, yes. That's why we have free will.

Will you cheat, more than likely because this is the way you can win.

But in all fairness, if you do that very thing, if you cheat to win well how good can you really be? What are you then, Rich?

Answer.

A fraud. Not only a fraud but one that claims he is the Television Champion of this company. We have to hear enough lip off Dis, we don't need another Peanut Gallery commentator on the state of Empire's champions.”

[He then takes a small bite from the protein filled treat]

WILLARD: “I don't need to sit here and comment on your delusional warped world where you have already beat me because that is all it is, a warped perspective of the world.

A perspective that isn't going to happen, Rich. I think you are a hell of an athlete, you have charisma, talent, spunk, but in the end you are scum. You can have all the talents in the world, Rich, but you as a person, as a general human being, are scum.

Wrestlers...wrestlers such as yourself, that chase the ladies, flaunt around like their own sh-t doesn't stink, they don't last in this business. They go two, three years and flame out because they couldn't keep to speed.”

[Cracks open the Gatorade]

WILLARD: “You proved it last week when you walked out of the match. You have no respect for this industry, this company or what it means to be a champion. You think it's about the gold? You think its some trophy to compare d-cks with?

It's a privilege to be a champion, Rich. And every privilege can be taken away when you abuse it, when you stop respecting what it means and what it stands for.”

[Sip of the Fruit Punch Gatorade]

WILLARD: “That's where you will fall and will continue to fail.

You can have sex until your sperm count is depleted, Rich, and you still would be where you started...not advancing. Simply because you don't respect this sport, you don't respect what this business is and you never will.

I have advanced. I have became what I said I was going to become, the Television Champion of Empire Pro Wrestling.

Because I respect that belt, that ring, the delicate principles that being a wrestler creates..

I wrestled for this belt, fought for this belt, and now have this belt based on that alone.

At Russian Roulette I face off against you, Rich, in my first title defense. It won't be easy, it certainly will be a war.

But it's a war I plan to come out the same way I came in as, the reigning Television Champion.

That's been envisioned.”

FADEOUT
 

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The Strive of a Champion

FADE IN...

[Adrian Willard is standing in front of an EPW Russian Roulette backdrop, the Television Title is sitting on his shoulder tightly his hand holding it there. Wearing a t-shirt that is black and in white lettering says “The Prophecy”]

WILLARD: “People think being one of the top three is easy, that having to prove yourself each time comes easier with each challenge. It doesn't. It becomes harder, your opponent will always want to take what you have earned.

Everyone wants to be a champion, everyone wants to have the title and say they are among the elite. They want to prove to themselves that they are part of the inner circle.

They want to be an Impulse.

They want to be an Anarky.

They want to be me.

They want to be a champion.”

[He taps the belt lightly]

“This belt, this doesn't come easily, it doesn't come to the non-working, to the man or woman who underachieves. It comes with sweat and blood. It comes by hard work, paying your dues and fighting for it.

Rich, doesn't fight for it. Rich Mahogany, is a clown, he is what I call a fiasco. A man that has no goals. He struts this company with a preconceived notion that he deserves this belt...any belt.

But he doesn't. He has the wrestling skills, he has the talent, the natural ability. Yet, he doesn't have the mind.

The mind and heart are the backbone of being a title holder, the backbone of being a top level competitor.”

[Adrian then points to the camera]

“Your mind is polluted, Rich.

There's not one honest bone in your body, there's not one cell that says Dan Ryan can count on you to lead in the locker room. That you can make a tough decision.

You are not only a coward, but undependable.

When your team needed you in the match you walked out. And yet you want us to believe that if you take this belt from me you will stay loyal to this company?”

[He then shakes his head]

“You are loyal to no one, you are a dog who would bite the hand that feeds.

That is a quality I don't respect, that is something I can't allow to infect the rest of the locker room. Like the disease that you are to this company I am the cure.”

[He pats the belt once again]

“This title, I plan to defend it to my best ability. This title, I plan to keep for a very long time defeating each man that tries to take it from me starting with you, Rich.

I honor our match, and I am sure the fans will appreciate the battle we will have.

But this..."

[He points at the Television Title]

"This isn't going into your rat hands.

It's been envisioned.”

FADEOUT
 
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The word is "strife," not "strive."

[Magical voice-over time!]

“AIN’T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT!”

[Up.]

[RICH MAHOGANY stands in front of a hanging Russian Roulette banner. We’re in full-on promo mode today, so lets say there’s a snazzy ESEN TV graphic splashed on the bottom right of your screen.]

Rich:
Adrian Willard, scummy bastard that he is, is completely, one-hundred percent off’a his ever-lovin’ rocker!

[The Ladies Man is dressed to the nines, a turquoise and lime vest and matching banana-hammock start the show, complimented quite nicely by a pair of yellow flip-flops and matching neckerchief. Somebody please turn down the volume on this outfit.]

Rich:
COME ON, MAN! If the fans wanted to listen to some schmuck droning on and on about rules and honor, they’d be watching Impulse, kiddo, not you.

Sure, I’ve broken a couple of rules in my time here. I’ve grabbed a handful of tights to get a little extra-leverage on a pin, I’ve kicked a dude or two in the business, yanno? But it’s all for the sake of ENTERTAINMENT, can ya dig it?

No, you probably can’t.

Before it’s over I can guarantee you that I’m gonna squirt a bottle of hotsauce in somebodies face, stomp on some fingers, bite somebody on the ass, and probably put herpes powder down somebodies shorts.

AND WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHY?

Simple, because of another rule in the book.

It ain’t illegal if the ref don’t see it!


[Wink.]

Rich:
Keep that in mind, Adelaide.

If anybody gave half a turd about the “rules,” Instant Replay would be in effect. Or there’d be three referees in the ring. Or disqualifications would happen a little more often than the current trend of “moving things along without losing any heat.” Or they would fire guys like me! None of those things are ever gonna happen, though, and do I need to explain the reason for that to you too?

Of course I do.

It’s because this business is TAILOR FREAKIN’ MADE for guys like me. Guys with a little pinache who can sell a few tickets, a few t-shirts, and a few pay-per-view buys so that no talent hacks like you and Anarky can have a place to work.

So here, let me make it easy for ya:

Yes. I. Am. Going. To. Cheat.

And I’m gonna win.

And I’m gonna be the champ, and I’m gonna wear that belt and nothing else for the rest of my life, up to and including during title defenses. And it’s gonna be awesome because it’s gonna be entertaining, and love it or hate it, people are gonna pay to see it!

They’re gonna see you too, lost somewhere in the undercard, but still able to work because of PEOPLE LIKE ME making it possible. Ya know the more I think about it, the more I think I’m owed a Thank You from boners like you across the entire landscape of the business.

[Rich flashes that trademarked grin, you know, the one that’s dropped more panties than the combined moxy of everyone ever named Adrian in the history of ever.]

Rich:
And then you’ve got the absolute sack to try to convince, hell, I dunno, yourself I guess, that winning that TV strap was difficult? I mean, you ain’t gonna tell me that joining the Empire and kicking Cameron Cruise’s ass three times was some kind of difficult.

As a matter of fact, if that it what you’re tryin’ ta tell me, then maybe you wanna just drop that title belt off to Dan Ryan at the office sometime before the show, ask him to hand you your release, and run off into the sunset with your tail tucked snugly between your legs and nestled up close to your vagina.

Rich Mahogany is several thousand rungs up the ladder past Cameron Cruise.

Tell you what daddy-o, you just keep on flappin’ yer snacker about how super awesome you are and how super important you are, and I’m gonna stick somethin’ long and hard in there so as to SHUT YOU THE EFF UP.

Permanent like.

Call me all the names you like, Hater-Ade, but come Russian Roulette yer gonna be callin’ ol’ Rich Mahogany the Television Champion of the Empire! And then yer gonna do what little twats like yerself always do, yer gonna run to Dan Ryan and try to fellate your way into a rematch because ”Boo-hoo he was mean to me daddy and he didn’t play fair!”

Let me know how that turns out for you, toolbox. Understand that you and every mook of a so-called champion that came before you doesn’t even rate as transitional, the ERA of the EPW Television CHAMPION begins at Russian Roulette, and it’s gonna last for as long as Rich Mahogany feels like making it last. Since nobody’s ever gonna beat me for it, when I get bored with the thing I’m gonna retire it and go after whatever low-rent useless douche holds the World Title at that time.

And do you know what?

I’m gonna win it.

It’s only a matter of time, AIDSface, and you’re only a means to an end. Your welcome, though, because as of Russian Roulette you will have officially gained a reason to exist in the wrestling business.

To put over Rich Mahogany.

[He winks again.]

Rich:
Bank on that, chode-smoker.

[F2B]
 
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Undeserving.

FADE IN...

[Adrian Willard is in his hotel room unpacking his luggage as the Television Title sits rested against on the dresser he is putting an assortment of clothes in. He stands tall proud arms crossed as he nods at the camera almost laughing to himself]

WILLARD: “Entertainment? You think that this is about entertainment? This is not about entertainment, this isn't a play production or some acting club. This is a sport, a real sport and in that we find the entertainment of it. It isn't about cheating to get a cheap pop from the audience.

You are the person we all look at in the locker room shaking our heads at because we know you below the level of wrestler than the rest of us. You just pretty much sealed the deal, Rich.

You told us exactly what you are, who you are. You are an entertainer, not a wrestler, but an entertainer, a clown.”

[Adrian smirks a bit then shrugs his shoulders in a non-caring attitude]

“And with that, I can't take you as a serious threat to my title, Anarky can't take you as a serious threat to his, nor can Impulse.

You think the rules are meant to be bent, meant to be broken? They aren't.

But by hacks, by entertainers that can't meet the expectations of being a wrestler the rules are broken.

That's where your credibility crashes fast. All your guarantees to take this title from me, they have no merit to them, no support. Selling tickets doesn't make you a better wrestler than me, being entertaining doesn't make you at my caliber of wrestler.

Those are all useless, they don't amount to your ability in that ring. An ability you haven't mastered, one you haven't even came close to learning.”

[Adrian smiles wide sitting on the dresser with the title beside him]

“When I have you pinned in the corner battering your head in will you be the little b-tch that you are and poke me in the eye because poor little Richy can't handle it?

I can bank money on it.

You can't handle this level, that's why cheaters cheat, because they know they are not as good as their opponent. It's not entertainment, you can entertain and please the audience by preforming at the expected level.

But that's the problem, you can't meet or surpass the expected level. Cameron Cruise can at least meet that level and when he is in the zone he surpasses it tenfold. You, Rich, you aren't even grazing the surface nor will you ever.

You come out with your witty promos, your smart insults, and wonderfully executed smart mouthing I will give you that. The fact is when you are in that ring you don't excel your mouth ran and ran, but when it comes to actually wrestling you can't do it.

You win because of situations. Because you cheat, you beat Anarky because Dis had him distracted, not because of your sheer wrestling skills, they don't exist.

That isn't enough to be a champion, that isn't enough to beat the champion.

But I am the no talent hack, right? I am the one that wrestles clean, that shows his worth by performing at his best without breaking the rules for a cheap win, that didn't give up on winning this title.

Rich, I have went to war for this belt, it took perseverance and pursuit to win this belt. No talent? Rich, you haven't shown talent in that ring since the day you set foot in it.”

[Adrian places his hand on his head becoming irritated by the notions Rich makes]

“What I am telling you is don't get your hopes up too high. Selling seats, selling tickets, you think you do that on your own?.

You sell seats because Dan Ryan lets you sell seats. Not out of your own unrealistic greatness.

If I didn't sign the agreement to wrestle you, your ass would be in a hotel room with a box of tissues and lotion watching a title opportunity slip through your filthy fingers.

I allowed this match to happen because I want to defend my title and I want to put my boot up your ass. Not because I think you deserve this title shot, because you don't. But because I am tired of hearing your mouth flapping all over this company and it's time someone shut you up and put you in place.”

[Adrian opens his iPhone then shuts it real fast because of an incoming text]

“Now, here is the reality of it all, Rich.

This belt, isn't falling into your hands, I refuse to allow it to enter the hands of an undeserving man such as yourself. This is simply a wake up call for you with a title on the line.

Not your chance to shine, not your time to be a champion, but your chance and time to be humbled.

Simply because I am smarter than you, quicker, faster, stronger, bigger, more technical. There isn't a prayer on this earth that will make the almighty part the skies and save your ass from me.

You aren't going to be the champion, Rich, not yet. You are going to be the man that contends time and time again and will always fall short.

Then maybe you'll realize that you were nothing more than a good marketing tool for Dan Ryan.”

[Adrian reaches down and places the title around his shoulder]

“The fans, the locker room, the figureheads, they don't respect you. I don't respect you but I respect that ring and this belt, what they stand for and the symbol they are.

And I will fight till my last breath to make sure they are never destroyed of their value. You devalue them, you would make this title mean nothing. It boils down to that you don't deserve to be in that ring with me, Rich.

You don't deserve to be in that ring, PERIOD.

After I beat you, after I batter you and show you a free clinic in wrestling, not entertainment, you can pack your bags and go to being the M-C at a strip joint then I never have to see your mug on ESEN ever again.”

[He then stands up from the dresser]

“Russian Roulette, isn’t the start of your title reign, it isn't the start of a lavish and rewarding career for you, Rich. Your mouth is writing a check your skills can't cash, and I am going to expose it.

I exposed it on Cruise, and I am going to expose it on a lesser man and lesser competitor by the name of Rich Mahogany.

You can place your bets on Willard, it's a guaranteed pay out.

It's been envisioned."

FADE OUT: On the name plate of the Television Title “Adrian Willard”
 

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Undeserving ain't even the word for it...

[FADEIN: The interior of a subway car. RICH MAHOGANY is is one of several passengers, and the only one wearing a man-thong and nothing else in the dead of winter. Well, unless you count flip-flops.]

[Without hesitation The Ladies Man reaches up and yanks on the emergency brake. Hard. Also, if subway cars don’t have these kinds of brakes, he’s in a trolley. Whatever, location isn’t important.]

Rich:
STOP THE EFFIN TRAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!

[Metal screaches, people panic, lights flicker.]

[CUTTO: Ace Reporter RICH MAHOGANY, hard at work at the Newspaper offices. The headlines have been set, the printers are running at full steam, and the PM Edition of The Empire Times is just about to come to life.]

[Yes, there is a pencil behind his ear. Yes, he’s wearing one of those visor deals.]

Rich:
STAWP THE EFFIN PRESSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

[Metal grinds, paper flies, confusion runs rampant.]

[CUTTO: A cubicle. RICH MAHOGANY is behind his makeshift desk, a computer in front of him with pre-written lines. To go with his banana-hammock and neckerchief is an oldschool headset, connected by telephone wire to an oldschool phone. It’s really very clunky looking and not even close to a Blue Tooth.]

Rich:
Mrs. Jiggleytits? Did you know that for just $49.99 per month you can support your local chapter of the Fraternal Order of Gigolos?

[He cocks his head, listening intently.]

Rich:
HOLD THE EFFIN PHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

[Fade.]

[If the point isn’t yet across, check this.]

[CUTTO: The EPW promotional set, logo backdrop and all. RICH MAHOGANY is STANDING~! On his face is a cocksure grin, a raised eyebrow, and the smug look of a man who knows for certain that he’s already won.]

Rich: [singsong]
Where to start? Wheeeeeere oh where to start? Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere oh wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere to start with this tacky little dweeeeeeeb!

[The Love Machine clears his throat.]

Rich:
Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah, I was just coming back from having my entire wig blown back by the sheer lack of understanding even the most basic of concepts as it correlates to one’s chosen profession that my dearly retarded opponent has demonstrated on a near daily basis.

[Pause.]

Rich:
Too many five dollar words for ya, bucko?

[Nod.]

Rich:
Of course it is. Here, let me try to dumb it down for you:

Adrien Willard has Down Syndrome.

[His face scrunches up.]

Rich:
No, that’d be an insult to Downs patients everywhere.

Adrian Willard is the stupidest person that I’ve ever had the displeasure of being forced to interact with, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve delt with some downright nimrods in my time working in porno and as a male stripper.

Listen up, Kool-Aid Man, I’mma try ta smarten you up just a little bit. One doesn’t “sell seats” to a wrestling show. The seats belong to the venues, and in most cases are bolted to the floor. OF COURSE I’M NOT SELLING THE SEATS YOU MORON!

I’m selling tickets.

Tickets to see the Greatest Show on Earth, the Rich Mahogany Show! Tickets to see the me, Johnny Come Often, run circles around you for four to eight minutes, completely outclassing you at every stop, making you look even more like a drooling idiot than you’ve already done for yourself, and by the time it’s all said and done with...

Wait for it...

Taking your TV Title.

[Wink.]

Rich:
Let me try to break this down for ya one more time, playboy, and I’ll try not to be too confusing in the process. I know your mama dropped you on the head about thirty-eight times when you were an infant, so I’ll try not to use too many big words.

Have you ever taken a look at the actual Win/Loss Record of Professional Wrestling? I’m sure you couldn’t be bothered to even know how to find it, but if you ever do I want you to sit down, take your time, and triple-check every single page in the book. Then, I want you to do whatever it is you have to do to make a few synapses fire in that dried up husk of a brain you call yourself having, and understand that there aren’t any mother-effing ASTERISKS on the whole frickin’ list!

And do you know what else doesn’t have any asterisks?

The Championship Title History.

The only thing the historians care about is the W’s and the L’s. So ask yourself something, what’re you gonna do after I’ve not only beat you for the belt, but I gave you advanced warning of my tactics, and I still walk out of there with your belt and your pride wrapped around my dong?

Go ahead, think on that, I’ll wait.

[He waits.]

Rich:
Alright. Now that you’ve spent half-an hour trying to figure that out, then taken a nap, and are now fully re-diapered, ass-powdered and ready to rock, let me continue to expose you to the world as the idiot that everybody in the Empire already knows you are.

Yes, if by the grace of God you somehow manage to trap me in the corner and get some kind of token offense in, I will more than gladly jam my thumb so deep in your eye you can read my fingerprints. Then I’ll pull your shorts down, watch you trip and fall on your ass, and then grab a handfull of tights and put my feet on the ropes while I pin you down for the one, two, three.

The referee will raise my hand, give me your title, and announce me as Champion.

All of the crying and offering of oral sex or whatever else it is that you do to keep your job around here isn’t gonna do you a lick of good after it’s over with, either. I’ll tell you what’s in your future, Ade, it’s a hundred more matches with Cameron Cruise because he’s the only other guy in this place on your level.

You guys go out on a date, yer so cute together.

[Thumbs up, Rich winks.]

Rich:
Go ahead, dude, I’m all for Gay Rights, and you are clearly a raging homo.

[Snicker.]

Rich:
And for you to think that you of all people are gonna be the guy to shut me up, well that’s just downright irritating. Ya see, there’s been bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, better dressed, more manly, better smelling, and far better looking guys than you who’ve tried. And do you know what always happens?

They always lose.

Ask Otaku.

Ask Copycat.

Ask Anarky.

Ask the entire roster of DREAM Wrestling.

The Rich-Man don’t lose matches all that often, nephew, and when he does, he don’t lose ‘em to the likes of you. So you hold that pretty gold belt up and you get a good look at it every chance you get between now and Russian Roulette. Burn that sum-bitch into your retinas, because that’s the only way yer ever gonna see it again when I’m done with you.

And while yer at it, loosen them screws on that nameplate.

I want your stupid name off’a my belt before I leave Boston.

[Rich smiles for the camera one last time.]

[Fade to Pink.]
 
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Again, you fail.

FADE IN...

[Adrian Willard inside a wrestling gym, he is sitting on apron of the ring, feet dangling off the edge of as he is leaned back against the ropes]

“When children or adolescents lose a battle of words the battle of mind and wits, they tend to reduce to simple name calling. When they know they're wrong and wish to try and discredit the argument they resort to a stand with no substance.

Your entire promo, Rich, had no substance, it had nothing to do with what I laid out in front of you. You think calling me a retard, that name calling is going to give you an upper hand in that ring?

It won't.

What, I put too many hard facts on your plate to eat? Sorry that reality is a tough meal to swallow.”

[The camera turns to the left so we are shooting the left side of Adrian his head turning but not his body]

“You come with feeble useless points, arguing selling tickets and selling seats. Missing the point entirely, it went right over your head.

That's fine, you can argue your flawed petty point, Rich. Either way selling seats and selling tickets are the exact...same...thing.

You sell a ticket you put someones ass in a seat thus you have sold one seat for the night.

Here's the actuality of it all, Rich. You sell tickets alright, you sell tickets because people want to see me kick your ass, and they'll get what they are paying for.

You play the role of the little punk b-tch everyone wants to see get squashed and I'm the guy who squashes you, hammer meets nail, I win, everyone goes home happy, I walk out with my title. ”

[He slicks his hair back]

“That's not even the best part. Your ignorance grows when you say you'll run circles around me. You haven't ran circles around any of your opponents, you haven't won in a convincing notion your entire career here. But you'll run circles around me?

I have fought and wrestled BETTER men than you and held my own. If you really think you'll run circles around me you are in for a very rude awakening. I'm not a pushover, Rich, and that belt that I wrap around my waist and will CONTINUE to wrap around my waist proves it.”

[Adrian laughs loudly as the camera turns back to center his head looking down]

“Someone needs to slap you and tell you to check your homework on your opponent before you turn in a load of bullsh-t.

You couldn't outclass a bum if you were wearing a three piece suit let alone outclass me in something I am a champion in.”

[The camera turns to the right of Adrian again his head turning only]

“You're not a man that can run circles around me, let alone out wrestle me in the match for my belt. You barley beat one half of a tag team, Rich, against Okatu! You had to low blow him to get an upper hand!

Copycat? You had to hold the ropes.

Anarky? You had your feet on the ropes.

You see a trend, Rich? You aren't a wrestler, you're a hack. And no hack is taking my belt from me. You can say it as much as you want till you're blue in the face that you're going to walk out champion. But the fact of the matter is you don't have what it takes.

You don't have the sheer talent, the want, the drive to take this belt off a wrestler that has earned it in every respect.”

[He huffs slightly]

“Things come to people who have earned it, that's the game of life, you can deny it as often as you like. But all the math points that you haven't earned this belt, Rich.

You can either accept it or keep living this dream you have panned out in your head. But after our match you will wake up from that dream empty handed.”

[The camera comes back around to center as Adrian hops off the ring walking towards a locker room, camera following in front of him]

“Then you can tell your girlfriends, your whores, that you wrestled for the Television Title, you attempted every dirty tactic in the book and still couldn't win the match. Because as smart as you think you are, you just aren't smart enough.

I have your number Rich, I have your ass for as long as I want in that ring to pummel and play with like a throwing dummy. It's not a surprise to me that you will hit me in my groin like a scared little girl or rake my eye because you had no other way to escape but to be a coward.

Cowardly men can only run so long.

And your running gets cut off at Russian Roulette.

You will be walking out with no title.

No honor.

No discipline.

You will be the same man you came in as.

Just like I will be leaving the same way I came in...as reigning champion.”

FADE OUT.
 
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