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FADE: Stevens, on his lazy boy, feet kicked up, hair tied back in a pony-tail ... Relaxed, cool, calm, and collected.

The EPW champion - yep, you heard the narration correctly - the real EPW champion, pressed play on the remote control resting on the arm of the chair, smiling.

You may not see it, but then... it wasn’t YOU hanging from that cage by your neck at Aggression 53. You don’t have a vendetta against Stalker... in fact, you pretty much owe him your thanks. All that so-called “reject” had to do was stand in one place at the bottom of the cage, and that was enough to make even the great, invincible “Triple X” Sean Stevens hesitate in a moment of uncertainly. That brief moment of fear and hesitation was all you needed to take something that you didn’t actually EARN on your own.

TRIPLE X: I thought I was the only person that noticed that. Maybe everybody in the EPW isn't as stupid as I thought," Professional Wrestling's undisputed King mumbled quietly, as he pressed the rewind button and played the footage once more.

You may not see it, but then... it wasn’t YOU hanging from that cage by your neck at Aggression 53.

He paused the footage, fast forwarded it a little more.

In fact, you pretty much owe him your thanks.

Fast forward, play.

...The great, invincible “Triple X” Sean Stevens hesitate in a moment of uncertainly. That brief moment of fear and hesitation was all you needed to take something that you didn’t actually EARN on your own.

Rewind, play.

Hesitation was all you needed to take something that you didn’t actually EARN on your own.

Rewind, play.

Didn’t actually EARN on your own.

Rewind, play.

...YOU didn't.

Rewind, play.

Didn’t.


STATIC

...with one final parting message:

"Fuck a cage.

"I haven't been the King of the Cage for a very long time. You bitches are competing to be who I was damn near four years ago. You think you've one upped me, when all you've done is attempt to follow in my footsteps. You're pathetic, and sad.

"I'm still the undisputed King of Professional Wrestling. I didn't pass any torch, and I was never beaten for my crown. My feet touched the floor before anything else took place, and our company changed the rules. The EPW handed you my title. But, I'm fine with that. Keep it warm for me, Brian. I'll be back to pick it up, whenever I want, because you are clearly the paper version of what I've been for the last two years, and Empire Pro Wrestling proved -- with that little stunt at Aggression 53 -- that a piece of leather and tin doesn't make you a champion. Because, you, sir are NOT a champion, you, sir, are NOT the best that this industry has to offer. You, sir, are not even in the top five, and for all your boasting to the audience about how "YOU DID IT!", you have yet to actually do it. But, I'll expose that later. Take pictures with my title, raise it in the air, and pretend it's yours. Kiss ugly babies, help old ladies cross the street, and continue kidding yourself into believing you're anything more than a cookie cutter, corporate puppet. You didn't earn it, but you have it, and ultimately, you were never after the respect that one earns by carrying the big gold belt anyway, were you?

"Well, if your goal was to be handed a belt you don't deserve, to complete and utter silence, thus returning Empire Pro Wrestling back to a time period where being ordinary was seen as extraordinary, you should be proud, because you've accomplished your goal, paper champ.

"Me? I don't have the extra fifteen pounds in my luggage, but I'm still the greatest wrestler on the planet, on everybody's pound-for-pound list. Even when you win, you ultimately screw it up and lose, Brian. And, even when I lose, I win. You are -- by far -- the most awful excuse for a champion anyone's ever seen, and I could take my rematch immediately, but I don't want it, I'd rather sit back, and watch you fuck up, yet again."

FTB
 
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LQJT86C

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Overrated

(FADEIN: Sitting on a lawn chair in front of his suburban Seattle home is LAYNE WINTERS. His Seahawks cap is forward pulled down just above his eye brows. He's barefoot, wearing camouflage shorts and a faded black sleeveless Aston Martin Racing t-shirt. Leaning over and looking directly into the camera, a can of Coors Original hangs from his fingertips)

WINTERS: Don't worry Trip, you're still the greatest! We love you, man! You'll always be number one in our hearts, no matter what.

(Throws back a big swig of beer)

No matter how many hundred and eighty five pound emo clowns make you tap. No matter how many times you disappoint us, over and over and over again. Triple X is the King, was the King, will always be the King, and he was undefeated for two years, the greatest champion who ever lived, and Santa Claus is coming down our chimney this Christmas...and he's gonna bring all us good children a bunch of Triple X t-shirts, action figures, those five dollar DVDs you made that never sold for sh*t, and oh boy it's...

(Takes another swig, then tosses the can onto his lawn)

...it's enough to make me F*CKIN' SICK. Hey boy, you don't have to face Lindsay Troy for us to know who the real Queen of the Ring is. That's you all day, every day. Now I didn't think my stomach could turn any more than it did watching that punk b*tch who I carried for the last year raise up the World Heavyweight Title, but sitting here listening to you try and play off the most embarrassing loss of your career like Cool Hand Luke....you might be the gold standard of puke inducing bullsh*t this business has ever seen.

Hearing you devalue the sh*t out of the title that supposedly made you King Sh*t for the last two years, well it reminded me of the last time you devalued it. And by that I mean, it reminded me of the last year and a half.

EPW Corporate raised you up to Mt. Olympus, and hey, I get it...someone's gotta make money. It's just a shame they were riding you high instead of letting someone like me put you out to pasture. And I do stress the word 'LET'.

You got Sean Stevens the man, and Sean Stevens the myth. 15 months, man, 15 f*ckin' months since Wrestleverse III, and what the f*ck have you done? Four title defense, three of them against the same guy. You went 2-2. The rest of the time you let other people carry you in tag matches. But hey, that's the Sean Stevens way I guess: let others do the heavy lifting til it's time to headline. Til it's time to sandbag another main event, like you always do. Wouldn't want too many people watching, champ, otherwise they might notice things like "World's Most Dominant Champion" versus "World's Most Determined Chump" plus "THESE TWO OTHER GUYS." You love those multi-man matches, don't you? It's kinda like those all male orgies you used to do: ya get tired, somebody else will pick up the slack. You do half the work and get three times the credit. F*ck those matches.

We have to bring Lindsay Troy out of a three year retirement to challenge this guy? How 'bout one of the handful of guys in this company who have twice and three times as many wins than Stevens does in the last two years. When do we get our shot? When do I get MY shot?

I'll tell you when: never. 'Cause it's all a f*cking rig to protect your ass. They don't want a guy like me making you look bad on television. They're already having a fit over EPW's emo version of Justin Bieber submitting you in the cage. The f*ck you think they'd do if I crippled your ass on tape? YouTube would melt. Corporate would sh*t themselves.

As bad as The First is, he's not the paper version of what you were for the last 2 years. YOU'RE the paper version of what EPW TOLD US you were for the last two years.

Put the camera down on the grass.

(Camera drops, and Winters stands up unzipping his pants. He pulls something out that gets blur-censored)

You watching this, Queen of the Ring? I'm sending you my regards, from Seattle with love. Here's what I think of your legendary run...

(Starts p*ssing on the camera lens)

Open wide, champ. This is MY legendary run, all over your screen. You're the King of their hearts, but you don't fool me.

Go on, go get your match with the other Queen. And if you decide to man the f*ck up for once in your life, you know where to find me, the King of the New School.

(FADEOUT)
 

jayshort

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Re: Overrated

FADE: The King, same sofa, feet still kicked up.

TRIPLE X: Even if I did want to look for you, I don't know where to find you, sir, because I barely know who in the hell you are. But, I bet you know where to find me. Everyone does. And, anytime you want to stop talking about it, and actually fight me ... my position is the same as it was when I held that belt. I'm not going to go into the details. You know what it is, and you know how to get my attention. If this is what you really want, show me.

"I dare you."

FTB
 

LQJT86C

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Re: Overrated

(FADEIN: LAYNE WINTERS, this time with his dick inside his pants and zipped up)

WINTERS: Don't play that game with me, Queen. You know EXACTLY who the f*ck I am, and as long as you can find the line which is dotted, you bet your ass I'll dare.

(FADE)
 

jayshort

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FADE: The King, still seated, still chillin'.

TRIPLE X: Don't flatter yourself, rook. I have no clue who you are, or why you're so angry with me. I could've responded to your promo and dissected it, like you tried and failed at doing to my two year reign, but ultimately, why should I give you so much attention? So, with that being said, this is my last response to you.

"I didn't start this fight that you apparently want, but I have no problem ending it. In one response to your watered down, cookie cutter promo I've already made you more popular than you ever could on your own. I'm not interested in turning you into a star like I did Nadalny. So, I'll end on this note, if you want to fight me, and, by that I mean really want to fight me, stop talking about it and do something. I don't have to look for you. I don't have to draft up a contract for you to sign. I'm SEAN "TRIPLE X" STEVENS, and you're... you're... damn, what's your name again? Ah, fuck it, your name doesn't matter anyway. I'm not a hard person to find. I'm the guy that drives the most expensive car, living in the biggest house, being led around backstage by the finest playboy models. You want me, come see me. Otherwise, do the world a favor, tuck your tail and shut the fuck up."

FTB
 

LQJT86C

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(FADEIN: LAYNE WINTERS on his couch, can of beer in hand)

WINTERS: Listen to this guy, talking like he's still the champ. Like he's still convincing when he regurgitates the ol' "I DON'T KNOW ANYONE'S NAME CUZ I'M CHAMPION!" bullsh*t he ripped straight from Promos 101. Newsflash Queen- you lost the high ground when you tapped your little hands and "made Nadalny a star." The aura's gone, man, IT'S OVER. FINISHED. You're wounded and flapping your arms in the water, and believe me...there's nobody in this company whose gonna take more pleasure in ending your career than me.

Maybe it's 'cause I'm looking for a quick way to the title. Maybe it's 'cause I just don't like you.

Either way you're gonna know my name REAL soon. I'm hosting your f*ckin' retirement party.

(FADE)
 

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(FADEIN: LAYNE WINTERS on his couch, can of beer in hand)

WINTERS: Listen to this guy, talking like he's still the champ. Like he's still convincing when he regurgitates the ol' "I DON'T KNOW ANYONE'S NAME CUZ I'M CHAMPION!" bullsh*t he ripped straight from Promos 101. Newsflash Queen- you lost the high ground when you tapped your little hands and "made Nadalny a star." The aura's gone, man, IT'S OVER. FINISHED. You're wounded and flapping your arms in the water, and believe me...there's nobody in this company whose gonna take more pleasure in ending your career than me.

Maybe it's 'cause I'm looking for a quick way to the title. Maybe it's 'cause I just don't like you.

Either way you're gonna know my name REAL soon. I'm hosting your f*ckin' retirement party.

(FADE)

FADE: Stevens, on his couch, laughing.

He laughed so hard his face hurt.

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe.

He laughed so hard his eyes were swollen, red and began to itch, as his hysteria caused tears to roll down his cheeks.

His laugh was deep, mighty, and intimidating. His laugh was maniacal, bold, and spoke volumes. He would attempt to talk, but there was no need. Laughter keeps you young, and Larry Winston extended his life an extra twenty years, and for that, he owed him a debt of gratitude.

FTB

...and, yes, as you -- the viewer -- went on with your lives, Sean Stevens, the real EPW champion continued to laugh.
 

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