Post by Eddie Stitchard on Oct 9, 2009 18:38:01 GMT -5
"What Doesn't Kill You... Makes You Breakfast Cereal"
The scene opens outside of the arena in which this weekends Crash TV is to be taking place. Which arena it is? Who knows, because it was never announced... but nonetheless... it's an arena. The only thing that appears to be off about the scene is that instead of looking to be hot and ready for a big time wrestling event... the place seems to be under heavy construction. There's a large crane sitting directly in front of the main entrance, hoisting some massive rectangular creation up into the air. Caution tape and bright orange roadside cones line the area and there's various contruction workers in yellow hardhats rushing around as the crane does it work.
To make the scene even less anticipating of a HUGE upcoming event, the sky is packed with dark gray clouds and rain pouring down on the entire operation. The whole atmosphere is one of.... blah. From behind the camera, a voice yells out through the falling raindrops...
eXs - "....Make sure that thing is DIRECTLY in the center, DIRECTLY above the door that EVERYONE walks through! There should not be any excuse that everyone should not see that thing. If noone else is going to promote Eddie Stitchard I'm just going to have to promote myself!"
The camera pans around, to find Eddie Stitchard leaning/sitting on the hood of his pure white '06 Dodge Charger, wearing his signature white sweatshirt with thge hooded pulled tightly over his head to shield him from the rain. His hands are tucked snuggly into the large front pocket of the hoodie and his legs are crossed at the shins as he leans back and watches the workers struggle in the falling wetness. He acknowledges the camera for a moment, then looks back out at the work as he begins to speak...
eXs - "....Unlike what Silvio may be trying to make people believe, Eddie Stitchard wasn't shot out of the womb last night. I knew for a fact that when I signed on the dotted line to be a part of a organization involving Silvio Megala that under the counter dealings and horribly biased favoritism would be in the cards. Thats how it was last time I worked in the same place as Megala... why would it change this time? Its just a depressing example of how this business and this world operates. It's all based around Money. He has the most money rules all. And obviously thats how it's going to work in PWR. I see the PWR merchanise, the advertising... all Megala. I go to the store, what do I see? Silvio Megala posters.... action figures... bikini briefs.... breakfast cereal. Have you ever had Silvi-O's? Well let me tell you, even with all the money shoved into making them.. they taste like Silvi-ASS. Thats all fine and dandy though, let PWR promote the living hell out of Silvio Megala. Let them create every inanimate object they can and plaster his face all over it and feed it to the buying public because the more people know who Silvio Megala is... the more recognizable his face is... the more he's shoved down our throats in the media...
....The bigger it'll be when I beat him on Saturday night."
"...The publicity for Silvio, it doesn't bother me one bit. Build him up. Build him to epic heights and proportions. Hype him up as the greatest wrestler in the history of history... FOREVER, because after I out wrestle Silvio with my unparalleled technical wrestling ability and show the world just how much a in-ring fraud he really is, then I will be the greatest wrestler in the history of history... FOREVER. I will be the media darling. I will be Buster Douglas after he dropped Tyson... except instead of fizzling out like Douglas did... I will reign over PWR until the day I retire and Silvio Megala will go on and get involved in a rape scandal and wind up with stupid tattoos all over his face a la Tyson. After Saturday night, Silvio's own media department will have no choice but to put my face on the merchandise, because they can no longer have the face of PWR be an EPIC FAILURE, like Silvio Megala. PWR will have to send out street teams to pull all of Silvio's merchanise off shelves and replace it with Stitchard items before more people see it and immediately turn away from the product. No more Silvi-O's! From Saturday on, the shelves will be flooded with Frosted Peanut Butter Fudge Stitchard Berry CRUNCH!"
Eddie points up into the sky toward the arena and yells out...
eXs - "...A LITTLE TO THE LEFT! CENTER THAT SUMBITCH!"
He nods as he returns to promo-ization time...
eXs - "...After all this time away from wrestling, almost a year from the ring... a few years away from being in the same place with Silvio... things just never change. When I listen to Silvio speak... when I hear the outlandish accusations he thinks he gets away with... I instantly jump into the way back machine and think of all the shit Silvio Megala has put me through in the past. I remember back in IWG, yes I do. How can I forget? I remember being the world champion. The top of the mountain. You'd think that when you're at the top of the mountain you'd be getting the best treatment possible... as a company would like to protect it's biggest name... but no... not in this case. Silvio used his money... he used his stroke... he had my pay cut... he had my transporation and lodging cancelled. For damned near my entire 3 month title reigh... I fuckin' lived out of my car. I didn't sleep... I didn't eat... I was forced to SURVIVE. That's how Silvio Megala won my championship. Not because he's the better wrestler, but because he did everything in his power to make it so I was weak heading into the match... and when it all came down... I just couldn't do it."
"...The thing is though, that didn't bring me down. It didn't make me give up. I didn't get down on myself... I got my shit together and came back stronger than ever before. I formed the greatest stable in wrestling history, I won world championships, I ended legendary win streaks and ended careers. If anything, what Silvio did to me was a learning experience... and as they say... it didn't kill me... it just made me stronger. And this is where we stand on the eve of Crash TV and the first meeting between myself and Silvio since then. He's sitting back, expecting to be facing the same weak and defeated Stitchard he did on our last occasion. He's expecting to walk into that ring on Saturday night and walk out unscathed. Well he couldn't be more oblivious to the obvious. He's not walking in against a starved and sleep depraved me, he's walking in against the man who's widely known as the greatest professional wrestler to grace a professional wrestling ring. Silvio may be known in the mainstream media and be the media's darling... but Eddie Stitchard is the darling of those who know and respect wrestling. Mainstream media doesn't know if Silvio is a great wrestler, all they know is that he has the money and looks of someone who SHOULD be good at what he does. But backstage, in the wortd of wrestling... every KNOWS that Eddie Stitchard is superior to Silvio Megala in every single way. The 3-0 record against me? It doesn't mean a damned thing. This is PWR, this isn't the past... nothing will repeat itself. This is a fresh start for everyone involved. This is a fresh start for Eddie Stitchard and that perfect record against me is about to be flawed. And Silvio would know this better than anybody... something flawed... instantly loses value."
Wiggling his hands around inside of the front pocket of his sweatshirt for a moment, Eddie eventually removes his left hand with a small carton of milk in it. He pries open the carton and takes a drink. He lets out a satisfied sigh before speaking again...
eXs - "...and as for my lifestyle? The no drinking... no drugs thing? Its old news, man. It's old news. It's so much old news... that I'm not even going to give it the time to speak about it anymore. At this point, after I've crammed it into everyone's skulls for the last 4 years, it should be common knowledge. So as of this moment... it's a dead topic. I'm not here to spread a message about my lifestyle. I'm sick of trying to make people see the light and change themselves... because as I stated earlier... nothing EVER changes. If people are going to waste their lives on silly vices and die early deaths... let them. I dont care. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I've spent enough time letting my over the top purity mission take focus away from what I do best... and that's compete in the squared circle. I'm not aiming to win this championship to bring attention to a "movement". I'm not doing to for anyone else. I'm doing it this time simply for myself. This is all for me. It's to show everyone that I am purely the best. PWR is the only place it can be done. PWR is the only place where pure wrestling is rewarded. The only place where people respect the fact I perform a picture perfect snapmare takeover and dont expect me to hit someone with a chair and toss them through a piece of home furniture. PWR is MY kind of place. That's why I signed here and nowhere else and I'll be damned if I'm going to waste the opportunity and take the hit against my point total by losing, once again, to a piece of garbage like Silvio Megala."
"The first victory in the history of PWR went to me as I defeated Hell last week, and I plan on adding many... many more "firsts" to that list as I go on. This weekend will be my FIRST victory over Silvio Megala and in a few weeks I will become the FIRST PWR world champion."
Eddie's attention is suddenly taken away from speaking, as he looks up at the front of the arena once again. His eyes light up and he finally removes himself from the hood of his car. He spreads his arms out to the side slightly...
eXs - "That's perfect! Leave it right there! It's beautiful!"
The camera finally turns back around, revealing what the construction crew has been forced to erect in the middle of a rain storm while Eddie stood by and watched....
The camera pans back to Eddie, who's pulled his hood back and is standing with his hands on his hips with a huge smile on his face...
eXs - "....like I said, if PWR isn't going to promote Eddie Stitchard.... Eddie Stitchard will promote Eddie Stitchard!"
"....See ya tomorrow night, Sergio!"
The scene fades out as Eddie stares in awe at the massive sign hanging over the arena entrance....
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