SCENE BEGINS
(Fade from black into the interior of a local Tacoma drinking establishment, Valentine's pub. On this Monday evening, the place is very quiet, seeing few patrons. A tall, muscular man with long black hair stands behind the bar, cleaning a few glasses while a few of his regular customers occupy the stools in front of him, having a few drinks. Over the radio, classic rock from Bad Company is playing.)
(Track forward to a corner booth, where one man sits alone with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shotglass to keep him company. It's Rocko Daymon, decked out in jeans and a black Punisher t-shirt. He's grown a beard since we saw him last. His wounds from Blood Bath have healed, and now we see him fresh, looking verily intense, as through radiating a raw power. You look at this guy and know what he's capable of right away.)
Rocko Daymon
Delight…
That's what I felt the second I was told that I had a shot at a high profile title in EUWC.
(He pours himself his first shot of Jack for that evening.)
Rocko Daymon
I feel delight… and immediate relief. Finally, the suits decided to stop throwing me the old champs who have lost their spark, and are now giving me the true challenge. I guess you could consider it to be the greatest challenge in EUWC…
Of course, it's none other than Sean Taylor. If anybody can pin his shoulders on the mat, it would mean more than a simple victory. He's the man who is the International Champion and the Heavyweight Champion. Beating him means, to put it bluntly, that you're "hot ****" and "not to be ****ed with."
There's more than a belt on the line here… that's the way I see it.
(He throws back the shot glass and savors the taste of the whiskey before looking up into the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Oh, but I suppose there's another person involved in this shindig… my pal Thomas Malcolm, a.k.a. "Evol", who is always under the impression that everything he says, in some deep, meaningful way, is a universal truth…
(Rocko considers this, and with a scoff, he shakes his head.)
Rocko Daymon
Yeah… and Evol backwards is "Love".
Did that makes sense?
No, but neither did those last three Evol promos, so we're all in the same boat.
(With a grin, he pours another shot.)
Rocko Daymon
Evol remembers "meeting" me a while back. It's true… we did have a match. In fact, it was my very first match in EUWC.
He happened to omit a few glaring details, however… details that you would think any like-minded professional athlete would consider when stepping into the ring with a man he fought before. For example, Evol left out the fact that not only did I meet him, but I also BEAT him. I put him down and pinned his ass in the middle of the ring…
He also left out the fact that before the match even began, he performed the lamest stunt in professional wrestling history since Damian Stone's 3264987324 degree splash from the arena roof through a dozen flaming tables, by playing a recorded message on the big screen that informed everybody he wouldn't be participating, and then attacking me while I was watching this.
Supposedly, this weak cop-out was an attempt to flaunt his knowledge of "perception", or whatever the hell that is supposed to mean. Based on my perception, Evol is the biggest ****ing moron I've ever seen step into the ring. On the other hand, based on his perception, half the garbage he yammers on about probably makes sense. Because I, fortunately, don't share this POV (along with the rest of the ****ing world), I sometimes speculate that Evol is in actuality a homeless man in wrestling gear. Same logic… same fighting abilities… but just a bunch of hype and paperwork to distinguish a difference.
Other than that, he's just some bum who should be sitting out in an alley, drinking a little of this…
(Holds up the bottle of whiskey.)
Rocko Daymon
But all that aside, the point is that I WON the match. Evol said himself last time we met, that I was coming into his backyard. He told me that he was going to give me a solid EUWC welcome. And you know what happened?
I stepped into that ring, I did everything I said I would do, and I left with the physical and verbal victory. Even with a cheap shot before the bell to give him early control, I still prevailed. And now, I end up having to compete against Evol again.
Only this time he seems to have forgotten that I'M the man walking into this match with all the bragging rights!
I stepped into his backyard and pissed on it!
I took his whopping EUWC welcome and wiped my ass with it!
I took all of that mumbo-jumbo about "perception", rolled it all up into a nifty little pill, and shoved it straight down his throat!
Six months later, this SAME son of a ***** is sitting there in the VIP lounge of a night club, surrounded by trains of people who I am sure were all paid actors acting as his imaginary friends, perfectly cool, collected, and calm, and with a smug little smirk on his goofy face, in a manner that could be compared to preppy frat boy with a small penis and expensive car bragging about the 18-year old he boffed the other night, all this little punk says that relates to me in any was is, "All I have to do is pin Rocko Daymon!"
(Rocko's hand slaps the table as he reacts to this mind-boggling logic.)
Rocko Daymon
Puh...
I'd like to SEE you pin me, "college" boy! Everybody knows you failed to do it last time!
It's funny how you would consider the same man who pinned your shoulders many Main Frames ago to be an "inconsequential variable". Are you sure about that, Evol? Cause it seems to me that you're denying quite a few facts. I think if you ignore me too much, you may be in for a world of hurt. You see, Evol… I'm stronger than you. I kicked your ass once in my debut match, and I'm going to kick your ass again, now with the title on the line.
I could care less what you think of me after you see this promo, but Evol… do us all a favor, and shut the hell up before you make an even greater ass out of yourself.
You've had thus far three promos in which to say your piece. The problem is, in none of them did you say anything meaningful. You've simply given your viewing audience three packages of worthless ego-stroking lyrics attempting to come to some sort of point, but failing miserably at every turn. I mean… comparing Sean Taylor to a puppet? What the hell is any of THAT supposed to mean? You think that by playing mind games, Taylor is going to willingly lay himself down on the mat for you?
Sorry to say this, Evol, but you play mind games like Ashlee Simpson sings. You make the entire world wonder, "Why the hell are you even trying to impress us?"
(Daymon holds out his hands in a shrugging gesture, unsure. He takes his second shot of whiskey and drinks it.)
Rocko Daymon
In these past few days, you've been making all these attempts to tear holes into Sean Taylor's character. You've called him a weakling, and a coward. Then you come back and deny it. Make up your freaking mind already.
Funny thing is, "weakling" and "coward" are two names I normally wouldn't apply to a man who currently holds the two top titles in the federation. But I do find it ironic that the same man who would sling these remarks over the airwaves shows his own signs of weakness and fear.
You said yourself, Evol, that all you have to do is pin me. But what's wrong with pinning Sean Taylor? Do you feel, perhaps, that you're not up to the task? Do you think that if you went after the other guy who has YET to make his mark in EUWC, there would be less of a hassle? Well, whether or not that's true remains to be seen, but…
A REAL man wouldn't NEED to go after the weaker competitor. He would march right up to the champion, the man with the belt, look him straight in the eye, and put him down without question. I'm sure that's something a man of YOUR caliber, Evol, could never do.
Not like me. I have something to prove to this federation, and it's entire roster. Angel of Death and Damian Stone were only the first few steps… but now, I intend to accomplish many things in one swift motion. I will take the title, and in the process beat a man who is one of the biggest names in this fed and happens to hold the Heavyweight Title.
You, Evol… I could care less about pinning you. I've beaten you before, and I've proven to everybody that I am the better man. That thought seems to have slipped your mind, hm? Be as it may, this "inconsequential variable" has moved on from having anything to prove to you.
I want to focus now on my TRUE opponent… the REAL challenge that stands in my path… that being Sean Taylor.
(He pours himself a third glass and downs it. Then he sets the bottle aside, having enough for the evening, or at least for the remainder of the promo.)
Rocko Daymon
Sean, being who you are, and seeing all your accomplishments, there's little I can do to bull**** you. You've done everything that any man who walks into EUWC hopes to accomplish, and so much more. Your character aside, you've really gained my respect for everything you've done in the ring.
Believe me, Sean… my respect is a hard thing to earn, especially in a fed like this, where I see a lot of hacks on the roster. Our common foe, Evol, regrettably, is of this kind.
You say that my problem in this match is that I'm a "rookie"…
(To this, Daymon chuckles for a moment.)
Rocko Daymon
Heh… okay. "Rookie" it is. It's funny how that in spite of being a professional wrestler for over seven years, people keep calling me "rookie" just because I'm the new face. But okay, Sean… we'll roll with it.
Yeah, I'm no double-champion. I don't hold the record for being the longest reigning International champ. I'm not you, Sean… at least not who you are in the eyes of every fan, talent, and official of EUWC.
I could go on about my own accomplishments… in America, in Japan, in Europe, and every other place I've wrestled. But why bother? It would be a waste of time. I know you care about my success as much as I care about yours (little to not at all). I also know that prior accomplishments mean nothing, because you are only as good as your next match…
But is it safe to assume that just because I'm none of the things YOU are, Sean… that I won't have the ability to pin your shoulders in the ring? Do you think I'm somehow inferior for stepping into this fed a year or two later than yourself? I'd like to see a scientific equation explaining how if you answer any of those questions "Yes".
Perhaps you haven't noticed my little recent reign of terror. Damian Stone? Angel of Death? Hell, the press can't shut up about these two, always going on and on about how "tough" these guys are like they were ten feet tall and started every day by going out in their backyard and eating a TREE, or something. But both of them failed to overcome MY strength in the ring. Look at Evol. Hell, I beat him so bad, the kid's suffering DENIAL…
The point I'm getting at, Sean, is that this "rookie", while he probably hasn't been turning your head, has been defying all the norms and standards this fed is based on. Former champions have had been withered into nothing more than hacks when they're put in the ring against me. In the short time I've been here, I've done more than what many EUWC vets have done in their entire career. I've shown everybody that I do things that you normally wouldn't expect from any "rookie".
With this in mind, Sean… do you think my EUWC inexperience is going to hold me back in the ring? Do you think that everything I've done so far means nothing?
(Suddenly, Daymon waves both hands, throwing all questions aside and coming to his point.)
Rocko Daymon
…ah, hell. Why should I even care what you think?
Sean, shine the belt and enjoy your last few days with it, and hope like hell you'll at least leave Main Frame with the Heavyweight Title around your waist, because you WON'T be leaving with that International Title. Not over my dead body. Not while there's still a fighter's spirit burning within this frame of mine.
Evol? **** him. You and I both know that the kid probably grew up eating paint chips.
I'M your challenge, Taylor. I'm your ******* destiny! I'M the one whose gonna knock you off the top of the mountain on which you stand with both of those belts, thinking your above all else in this fed.
Take it from a man who has seen places OUTSIDE of EUWC, the likes of which you couldn't imagine… worlds and wrestlers who are so damn good, they would make you SCREAM…
Brace yourself at Main Frame, because it's time you took a fall, and let the future of this federation claim what is rightfully his.
(With a nod, Rocko pulls the bottle and shot glass close, and pours himself another drink. We fade to black on this image.)
SCENE ENDS