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Long Live THE KING
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.
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.
He paused the footage, fast forwarded it a little more.
Fast forward, play.
Rewind, play.
Rewind, play.
Rewind, play.
Rewind, play.
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
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.
EARN.
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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