Russian Roulette - Lindsay Troy vs. Sean Stevens vs. Joey Melton
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jayshort
Long Live THE KING
The Prelude
Location: East Rutherford, NJ
Time: 12am
Car horns beeped, aggravated drivers shouted profanities, and the young night had just begun. Empire Pro Wrestling superstar, King of the Cage, and number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship, Sean 'Triple X' Stevens leaned against an opened door, in front of the wrestler’s employee entrance at Giants Stadium, cell phone balanced between his ear and shoulder.
"Bullsh_t," 'the blue-eyed badass' barked into the cellular, breathing heavily, his anxiety clearly getting the better of him, as the person on the other end tried to relieve his frustration. "What do you mean calm down? ....how in the hell do you calm down when you've busted your ass, as hard as I have, to earn a clean shot at the one title you came out of retirement to win, only to get the sh_t snatched from under you because two self-centered soap stars have their heads so far up their asses, that they forgot that nobody gives a f__k about their boring ass love life? ….or lack thereof."
Sean's hair was tied into a ponytail, with several wisps hanging over the front of his face. He was dressed in a black sweat suit, and a pair of equally black Yves St. Laurent sunglasses. As he exited through the double doors of Giants Stadium, the night's air sent goosebumps down his back. Noticing a cab, double parked a few feet to the left, Sean signaled for the driver's attention, to which he responded, by pulling up to the curb directly in front of him.
"Hang on a sec," Sean lowered the phone from his ear, simultaneously leaning down into the cab's passenger side window. "Can you get me to the Marriott, Times Square?"
"No problemo," the Latino driver responded, as Sean entered the cab. Once inside, he resumed his conversation.
"Hello. Yeah. ..... All I'm saying is, if they would've told me up front that if Lindsay lost, she'd be thrown in the main event at Roulette, I probably would have never entered the King of the Cage. I refuse to be some third or fourth wheel, while Joey, Cody (the twin), and Lindz add another twist to their f__ked up story. This is not how it was supposed to be. This was not what I wanted, y'know? I have worked too hard for my title opportunity to be thrown away, because of a bunch of planned out, political bullsh_t that, at the end of the day has nothing to do with being the better wrestler. To be honest with you, I wouldn't be surprised if this was all a big set-up."
As angry as he was, as the vehicle made its way through town, Trip was very impressed with how beautiful the city looked at night.
"I know she supposedly got screwed," Trip reasoned. "But even if she did … how is that MY fault? How does that justify MY one-on-one title match getting interfered with? Furthermore, soldiers are dying in Iraq. I think there are a lot more significant things going on in the world at the moment than Lindsay Troy losing her first match in six years. Lindz could've easily used her rematch clause against the winner. She could've easily let me have my match with Melton. All last week, she and Joey took turns pointing the finger at each other, casting blame for all of the reasons their relationship didn't work, when truth-be-told, both of them have egos the size of Maryland. They were tailor MADE for each other."
"Uh huh. Yeah, I hear you. I understand where you're coming from. ...... No, really, I do. And, you make a lot of sense. But, at the end of the day, this publicity stunt just made my job THAT much harder, and I can't honestly say that being the best will be enough to get me what I EARNED."
The cab went underneath a tunnel.
"Listen, I can barely hear you. I'm losing signal," he lied; Verizon had excellent service, even under tunnels. "I'll call you when I get to the hotel room, alright? ....cool."
He'd arrive at his hotel room a half an hour later, where he would officially address all of the issues that had him so aggravated.
Location: East Rutherford, NJ
Time: 12am
Car horns beeped, aggravated drivers shouted profanities, and the young night had just begun. Empire Pro Wrestling superstar, King of the Cage, and number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship, Sean 'Triple X' Stevens leaned against an opened door, in front of the wrestler’s employee entrance at Giants Stadium, cell phone balanced between his ear and shoulder.
"Bullsh_t," 'the blue-eyed badass' barked into the cellular, breathing heavily, his anxiety clearly getting the better of him, as the person on the other end tried to relieve his frustration. "What do you mean calm down? ....how in the hell do you calm down when you've busted your ass, as hard as I have, to earn a clean shot at the one title you came out of retirement to win, only to get the sh_t snatched from under you because two self-centered soap stars have their heads so far up their asses, that they forgot that nobody gives a f__k about their boring ass love life? ….or lack thereof."
Sean's hair was tied into a ponytail, with several wisps hanging over the front of his face. He was dressed in a black sweat suit, and a pair of equally black Yves St. Laurent sunglasses. As he exited through the double doors of Giants Stadium, the night's air sent goosebumps down his back. Noticing a cab, double parked a few feet to the left, Sean signaled for the driver's attention, to which he responded, by pulling up to the curb directly in front of him.
"Hang on a sec," Sean lowered the phone from his ear, simultaneously leaning down into the cab's passenger side window. "Can you get me to the Marriott, Times Square?"
"No problemo," the Latino driver responded, as Sean entered the cab. Once inside, he resumed his conversation.
"Hello. Yeah. ..... All I'm saying is, if they would've told me up front that if Lindsay lost, she'd be thrown in the main event at Roulette, I probably would have never entered the King of the Cage. I refuse to be some third or fourth wheel, while Joey, Cody (the twin), and Lindz add another twist to their f__ked up story. This is not how it was supposed to be. This was not what I wanted, y'know? I have worked too hard for my title opportunity to be thrown away, because of a bunch of planned out, political bullsh_t that, at the end of the day has nothing to do with being the better wrestler. To be honest with you, I wouldn't be surprised if this was all a big set-up."
As angry as he was, as the vehicle made its way through town, Trip was very impressed with how beautiful the city looked at night.
"I know she supposedly got screwed," Trip reasoned. "But even if she did … how is that MY fault? How does that justify MY one-on-one title match getting interfered with? Furthermore, soldiers are dying in Iraq. I think there are a lot more significant things going on in the world at the moment than Lindsay Troy losing her first match in six years. Lindz could've easily used her rematch clause against the winner. She could've easily let me have my match with Melton. All last week, she and Joey took turns pointing the finger at each other, casting blame for all of the reasons their relationship didn't work, when truth-be-told, both of them have egos the size of Maryland. They were tailor MADE for each other."
"Uh huh. Yeah, I hear you. I understand where you're coming from. ...... No, really, I do. And, you make a lot of sense. But, at the end of the day, this publicity stunt just made my job THAT much harder, and I can't honestly say that being the best will be enough to get me what I EARNED."
The cab went underneath a tunnel.
"Listen, I can barely hear you. I'm losing signal," he lied; Verizon had excellent service, even under tunnels. "I'll call you when I get to the hotel room, alright? ....cool."
He'd arrive at his hotel room a half an hour later, where he would officially address all of the issues that had him so aggravated.
jayshort
Long Live THE KING
"I'd like to take a moment to thank the two of you for agreeing to this ... session... if that's what you'd like to call it. Considering everything the two of you have been through these past couple of months, I know it must be hard being in each other's presence."
FADE: The scene opened up in a dimly lit office, focusing front and center on 'the blue-eyed badass' Sean Stevens, dressed head- to- toe in Versace, from the crisp white dress shirt, all the way down to the socks. In his hand, was a notepad, that he glanced down at from time to time, as if he were reading from a cue card. His hair was tied into a neat pony-tail, slicked down, looking really professional.
STEVENS: Now, before we begin, I'd like to address you ..... Lindsay."
The camera panned from Sean, sitting at his desk, to the opposite side of the room, where a cardboard cut-out 'Lindsay Troy', dressed in wrestling gear, with the EPW World Heavyweight Championship propped on her shoulder, stood.
STEVENS: I'd like to address a couple of rumors floating around the EPW halls, that have been brought to my attention. First of all, despite the things that I have said about you in the past, I do respect you. I commend you for breaking down all the barriers that you broke down, without sleeping with half of the gentlemen that reside in the men's room to do so. ...even though, some would say that sleeping with Joey Melton's like sleeping with half of the world, you get what I'm trying to say. There's this famous saying in Hollywood--"
Sean paused, glancing at the Lindz cut-out, standing there ... smirking ... showing off the perfect mixture of sex appeal, and don't f__k with me as only Lindsay Troy can.
STEVENS:--- no, no, no Lindsay. Rocko Daymon chokes in matches and on penises is a wrestling quote. Nobody knows men who pretend to be robots in Hollywood. Did you know him before he started polishing your dressing room floors, and digging through your trash for leftover chewing gum -- you know, to erase that funny taste that I heard genitalia leaves?"
The camera panned back to the Troy cardboard, standing there ... still smirking.
STEVENS: Exactly."
"The quote I'm referring to is the one that the actors use. The one that says acts one and two mean nothing. That the most important scene is act three. You've beaten me two times already, and while I'm not going to lie to you, the first time was more or less because I loved how you felt on top of me when you went for the pin, the second one had the same world title that we're competing for now on the line, and I wouldn't even dream of trying to bullsh_t you into believing I didn't do everything in my power at the time to win that match. Make no mistake about it, Lindsay ... you're an intelligent lady who saw right through the whole womanizing thing last time we met. That will not happen again, because you know my situation, you know what I have at home, and you know who I had it with."
"The rumor going around is that I'm upset that you're in this match. That you used your rematch clause, that you interfered in the one- on- one encounter that I had anticipated competing in when I won the King of the Cage, and the rumor mill was correct. I want to be the EPW World Heavyweight Champion more than anything in this world, and adding a fourth body to the endless amounts of bullsh_t that I'm already anticipating with Joey and Koby(the twin) makes my job THAT much harder. But, after sitting back and thinking about it, I'm after so much more than a title. Titles come and go, legacies are forever, and you've already got your etched in stone, I need mine next to it. I don't have the personal issues that you, Joey, and Rudolph(the twin) have, and if you want to kill each other at Roulette then by all means, who am I to stop you? I want that damned title, and I want the reputations that you and Joey have made for yourselves, to add to the growing list of legends that I have put beneath me. I understand that you're upset about losing for the first time in two years. I also feel your pain, after finding out that you might've been sleeping with Ricardo(the twin) all those nights when Joey needed extra time to sow his wild oats. But, you need to understand that no amount of emotional pain will stop me from plowing through you, and taking my place as the best wrestler in this business, let alone this company."
"Which brings me to you, Joey. Before we begin, let me get the majority of your subject matter out of the way for you," he cleared his throat. "Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, Poison Ivy slept with Hornet. Poison Ivy was Hornet's before she was Trips. Poison Ivy slept with Mark Windham, Poison Ivy is a whore, Poison Ivy had your baby, Poison Ivy is the Britney, Trip is the K-Fed, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy."
The camera panned a couple of paces to the right, where a Joey Melton cardboard cut-out stood, hands on his hips, grinning ear- to- ear, looking as if he was having the time of his life.
STEVENS: Now that THAT's out of the way ... I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I have the least amount of respect for you, because you're not even worth the lie. But, at the very least - the VERY least - if you're going to use all of that brain power to come up with that retarded stunt at WrestleSTOCK, one would think you'd have the nutsack to actually TAKE the title belt from Lindsay."
Sean nodded in the Lindsay Troy cut-out's direction, and the belt over her shoulder, almost as if he were daring the Melton cut-out to do ... something. After a second or two, he simply shook his head in disgust, and continued.
STEVENS: I bet you'll tell me next that you're really undefeated. That the punk ass son-of-a-b_tch that I pinned one, two, three at Unleashed was really your punk ass brother. Let me let youin on a little secret, Joey. I never expected you to be in this position, because since I've come to Empire Pro you've come and gone as you pleased, like someone owed you something because you were once good. Let me let you in on a second secret ... I didn't even want to wrestle you, and before your ego swells, it wasn't because you're that good. It's because your girl was better. Beating Lindsay not only meant that I would be the champion, but it also meant that I ended the streak. The two year championship reign that nobody before me could end. I've beaten you once, and I have no doubts that I could do it again, so if you beat her for the title without all the speeches, schemes, and life altering events, I could accept it, but to do it the way you did is a shame. It was supposed to be monumental, yet you made it a joke ... hell, an embarrassment to our company and business."
"And, I'm going to make you pay for it. I'm going to beat you from pillar- to- post, within an inch of your life 'til you realize that being the best in this business comes with consequences that idiots -- like you -- who cheat to achieve greatness usually aren't ready for. I've watched you for years, I know the man that you are, or atleast I thought I did. What I do know is this, when you're the absolute best, your opponent could change their entire moveset, their entire mentality, their entire ... identity ... and, it still won't matter. Even though I didn't win the title at Unleashed, I tossed all of those individuals over the top rope for a reason. I won the King of the Cage tournament for a reason. I'm in the main event in this company once more for a reason. You don't have to like it. The majority of the roster didn't when I was wrestling for this same belt my second match back from retirement, and those same people are probably bitter now. Learn to love it, because until I step down, until I retire, it's the way it's going to be. And, there isn't a love story(Troy and Melton), a fake thug from the suburbs(Ice Tre), or a Don Imus Daymon in the world that can stop me."
Stevens slammed the notepad on the desk, for effect.
STEVENS: Now that my issues are on the table, tell me, are you two lovebirds getting back together or not?..."
The camera zoomed in on the smirking Lindsay Troy, then to the grinning Joey Melton, before fading to black.
STATIC...
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(OORP: I tried to wait a couple of days for a Melton or Troy post, I was sitting on this, and wanted to get it up. I hope this isn't considered stacking, since my first RP was more of a 'lead in' to the promo part. I hope this doesn't upset anyone.
Thanks for your understanding.
-jamar)
FADE: The scene opened up in a dimly lit office, focusing front and center on 'the blue-eyed badass' Sean Stevens, dressed head- to- toe in Versace, from the crisp white dress shirt, all the way down to the socks. In his hand, was a notepad, that he glanced down at from time to time, as if he were reading from a cue card. His hair was tied into a neat pony-tail, slicked down, looking really professional.
STEVENS: Now, before we begin, I'd like to address you ..... Lindsay."
The camera panned from Sean, sitting at his desk, to the opposite side of the room, where a cardboard cut-out 'Lindsay Troy', dressed in wrestling gear, with the EPW World Heavyweight Championship propped on her shoulder, stood.
STEVENS: I'd like to address a couple of rumors floating around the EPW halls, that have been brought to my attention. First of all, despite the things that I have said about you in the past, I do respect you. I commend you for breaking down all the barriers that you broke down, without sleeping with half of the gentlemen that reside in the men's room to do so. ...even though, some would say that sleeping with Joey Melton's like sleeping with half of the world, you get what I'm trying to say. There's this famous saying in Hollywood--"
Sean paused, glancing at the Lindz cut-out, standing there ... smirking ... showing off the perfect mixture of sex appeal, and don't f__k with me as only Lindsay Troy can.
STEVENS:--- no, no, no Lindsay. Rocko Daymon chokes in matches and on penises is a wrestling quote. Nobody knows men who pretend to be robots in Hollywood. Did you know him before he started polishing your dressing room floors, and digging through your trash for leftover chewing gum -- you know, to erase that funny taste that I heard genitalia leaves?"
The camera panned back to the Troy cardboard, standing there ... still smirking.
STEVENS: Exactly."
"The quote I'm referring to is the one that the actors use. The one that says acts one and two mean nothing. That the most important scene is act three. You've beaten me two times already, and while I'm not going to lie to you, the first time was more or less because I loved how you felt on top of me when you went for the pin, the second one had the same world title that we're competing for now on the line, and I wouldn't even dream of trying to bullsh_t you into believing I didn't do everything in my power at the time to win that match. Make no mistake about it, Lindsay ... you're an intelligent lady who saw right through the whole womanizing thing last time we met. That will not happen again, because you know my situation, you know what I have at home, and you know who I had it with."
"The rumor going around is that I'm upset that you're in this match. That you used your rematch clause, that you interfered in the one- on- one encounter that I had anticipated competing in when I won the King of the Cage, and the rumor mill was correct. I want to be the EPW World Heavyweight Champion more than anything in this world, and adding a fourth body to the endless amounts of bullsh_t that I'm already anticipating with Joey and Koby(the twin) makes my job THAT much harder. But, after sitting back and thinking about it, I'm after so much more than a title. Titles come and go, legacies are forever, and you've already got your etched in stone, I need mine next to it. I don't have the personal issues that you, Joey, and Rudolph(the twin) have, and if you want to kill each other at Roulette then by all means, who am I to stop you? I want that damned title, and I want the reputations that you and Joey have made for yourselves, to add to the growing list of legends that I have put beneath me. I understand that you're upset about losing for the first time in two years. I also feel your pain, after finding out that you might've been sleeping with Ricardo(the twin) all those nights when Joey needed extra time to sow his wild oats. But, you need to understand that no amount of emotional pain will stop me from plowing through you, and taking my place as the best wrestler in this business, let alone this company."
"Which brings me to you, Joey. Before we begin, let me get the majority of your subject matter out of the way for you," he cleared his throat. "Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, Poison Ivy slept with Hornet. Poison Ivy was Hornet's before she was Trips. Poison Ivy slept with Mark Windham, Poison Ivy is a whore, Poison Ivy had your baby, Poison Ivy is the Britney, Trip is the K-Fed, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy."
The camera panned a couple of paces to the right, where a Joey Melton cardboard cut-out stood, hands on his hips, grinning ear- to- ear, looking as if he was having the time of his life.
STEVENS: Now that THAT's out of the way ... I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I have the least amount of respect for you, because you're not even worth the lie. But, at the very least - the VERY least - if you're going to use all of that brain power to come up with that retarded stunt at WrestleSTOCK, one would think you'd have the nutsack to actually TAKE the title belt from Lindsay."
Sean nodded in the Lindsay Troy cut-out's direction, and the belt over her shoulder, almost as if he were daring the Melton cut-out to do ... something. After a second or two, he simply shook his head in disgust, and continued.
STEVENS: I bet you'll tell me next that you're really undefeated. That the punk ass son-of-a-b_tch that I pinned one, two, three at Unleashed was really your punk ass brother. Let me let youin on a little secret, Joey. I never expected you to be in this position, because since I've come to Empire Pro you've come and gone as you pleased, like someone owed you something because you were once good. Let me let you in on a second secret ... I didn't even want to wrestle you, and before your ego swells, it wasn't because you're that good. It's because your girl was better. Beating Lindsay not only meant that I would be the champion, but it also meant that I ended the streak. The two year championship reign that nobody before me could end. I've beaten you once, and I have no doubts that I could do it again, so if you beat her for the title without all the speeches, schemes, and life altering events, I could accept it, but to do it the way you did is a shame. It was supposed to be monumental, yet you made it a joke ... hell, an embarrassment to our company and business."
"And, I'm going to make you pay for it. I'm going to beat you from pillar- to- post, within an inch of your life 'til you realize that being the best in this business comes with consequences that idiots -- like you -- who cheat to achieve greatness usually aren't ready for. I've watched you for years, I know the man that you are, or atleast I thought I did. What I do know is this, when you're the absolute best, your opponent could change their entire moveset, their entire mentality, their entire ... identity ... and, it still won't matter. Even though I didn't win the title at Unleashed, I tossed all of those individuals over the top rope for a reason. I won the King of the Cage tournament for a reason. I'm in the main event in this company once more for a reason. You don't have to like it. The majority of the roster didn't when I was wrestling for this same belt my second match back from retirement, and those same people are probably bitter now. Learn to love it, because until I step down, until I retire, it's the way it's going to be. And, there isn't a love story(Troy and Melton), a fake thug from the suburbs(Ice Tre), or a Don Imus Daymon in the world that can stop me."
Stevens slammed the notepad on the desk, for effect.
STEVENS: Now that my issues are on the table, tell me, are you two lovebirds getting back together or not?..."
The camera zoomed in on the smirking Lindsay Troy, then to the grinning Joey Melton, before fading to black.
STATIC...
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(OORP: I tried to wait a couple of days for a Melton or Troy post, I was sitting on this, and wanted to get it up. I hope this isn't considered stacking, since my first RP was more of a 'lead in' to the promo part. I hope this doesn't upset anyone.
Thanks for your understanding.
-jamar)
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"Ohhhh, Life. Life just isn't faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair, is it Trip?"
The sarcastic, facetious voice of Lindsay Troy cuts through the silence before the picture emerges from the blackness. FADE-IN: The Queen of the Ring, lazily lying on a sofa, her right arm dangling off the side, fingers grazing the carpet.
"You've worked so hard. So very hard to get where you are right now, and all of a sudden you get the rug swept right out from underneath you. You don't know quite how it happened, but all you're left with is the replays and the headache of knowing that the game's been switched up on you, and you can do nothing about it.
"Oh, I wonder whose situation yours is mirroring right about now..."
Her lips curl upwards and she lets out a slight chuckle.
"Your whole 'But I respect you though, reallytrulyhonestlyIdo!' spiel was rather nice though. Nearly warmed my bitter heart to the point where I could almost forget about wanting to kill Hailey Mills and Hailey Mills in the face with my fists and my feet and whatever other objects I can find that aren't tied down or bolted into place.
"Almost. But not quite.
"Actually, I'm rather of the opinion that there's nothing in this world that could make not want to f*ck Melton over because of his latest charade, which I understand you think is quite a change from the norm: me f*cking him.
"Don't you worry your pretty little blonde head over me, Trip. I'm doing just fine, really. See, I figure this is all going to work out in the end anyway. It always does, you know.
"At Russian Roulette, I'm taking back my dignity.
"And then, maybe, you'll get that one-on-one match with me that you've always dreamed about.
Fade...
"Ohhhh, Life. Life just isn't faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair, is it Trip?"
The sarcastic, facetious voice of Lindsay Troy cuts through the silence before the picture emerges from the blackness. FADE-IN: The Queen of the Ring, lazily lying on a sofa, her right arm dangling off the side, fingers grazing the carpet.
"You've worked so hard. So very hard to get where you are right now, and all of a sudden you get the rug swept right out from underneath you. You don't know quite how it happened, but all you're left with is the replays and the headache of knowing that the game's been switched up on you, and you can do nothing about it.
"Oh, I wonder whose situation yours is mirroring right about now..."
Her lips curl upwards and she lets out a slight chuckle.
"Your whole 'But I respect you though, reallytrulyhonestlyIdo!' spiel was rather nice though. Nearly warmed my bitter heart to the point where I could almost forget about wanting to kill Hailey Mills and Hailey Mills in the face with my fists and my feet and whatever other objects I can find that aren't tied down or bolted into place.
"Almost. But not quite.
"Actually, I'm rather of the opinion that there's nothing in this world that could make not want to f*ck Melton over because of his latest charade, which I understand you think is quite a change from the norm: me f*cking him.
"Don't you worry your pretty little blonde head over me, Trip. I'm doing just fine, really. See, I figure this is all going to work out in the end anyway. It always does, you know.
"At Russian Roulette, I'm taking back my dignity.
"And then, maybe, you'll get that one-on-one match with me that you've always dreamed about.
Fade...