Post by fdcm on Apr 29, 2007 23:12:00 GMT -6
The scene opens with something you don't see every day: FDCM, without his furs, his shades, his jewelry or his women. He's instead dressed in a gray, slightly sweat-stained tracksuit and white sneakers, running tirelessly up and down a stairwell backstage at the arena currently playing host to POW, his precious UWL title around his waist as usual. Behind him, an out-of-breath, sweat drenched Greg Kilgreen struggles to keep up, holding out his microphone for this week's interview.
Kilgreen: F...FDCM...please stop...just for...a few minutes...!!!!
FDCM answers without even turning to look at Kilgreen, continuing his running even as he speaks, betraying not the slightest shortness of breath.
FDCM: Stop!? Are you crazy!? I'm mere weeks away from the biggest night of my life, the biggest match of my career...and you want me to stop!? Get out of my sight, peon!
Kilgreen: But your contract says...you only get to keep...your dressing room the way it is...if you agree to...cooperate with...the interviewing staff...
At that, FDCM comes to such a dead stop that Kilgreen actually crashes into his back and falls head-over-heels back down the stairs. Not seeming to notice, FDCM calmly walks down the flight of stairs to Kip's side, pulls him up by his collar and sets him back on his feet.
FDCM: ...make it quick.
Kilgreen: owww....well....Jesus, I forgot what I was going to ask now...
FDCM: Dammit kid, you're just an accessory anyway!
Without another word, FDCM rips the mic out of Kip's hands and casually kicks him down the next flight of stairs, leaving behind only a crashing sound as he rolls down out of the shot. Centering himself to the camera, FDCM begins to rattle off his weekly address.
FDCM: You may have noticed that I'm taking my training a bit more seriously at the moment. That's because, as I mentioned, things have turned around for me lately. Do you know how excited I am...how f**king giddy...over the announcement our dearly beloved Mr. Capaci made last week? FDCM...Tito Capaci...the rubber match! After all this time, we'll finally get to see who the better man is. And the winner...will walk away with not one, but TWO world championships. The UNDISPUTED world champion...of Power On Wrestling.
No more of this "you were only a champion in another company" B.S. No more of this "you're living on your past accomplishments." And best of all...no more "you shouldn't have defeated Tito Capaci." Once and for all, the zillions and zillions of haters and non-believers in the Legend...of the Flying Diamond Cutter Man...will FINALLY be silenced!!
Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen...I've been enticed. That honor, that glory, that pedestal is so tempting...that I have indeed agreed to put my REAL UWL World Championship on the line...and after SuperMania...the entire world will know that there is one, and only one, World Champion in POW...and no one will be able to tell me it ain't legit!
But you know what the real best part is? It isn't the chance at being a double...or hell, if you count my GWF Championship, a TRIPLE...world...champion. An UNDISPUTED world champion, something this sport hasn't seen in years. It isn't even the chance to settle the score with Tito Bandito.
Nope...it's the fact that, once again, I get to leapfrog that little idiot Shawn Stevens!
You know Stevens, I used to consider you a nemesis...a rival even. You and your brother...sometimes, the only thing that kept me getting up in the morning was knowing that one day I'd get to come back to this business and wipe the smirks off both your pretty-boy faces! But now...I honestly don't even care. Our past...I'm over it. Our history...is just that. And our 'rivalry'...it no longer applies. After SuperMania, I'll be on a completely different level from you, Stevens. You may be the champ of the Midwest...but I am champion of the ENTIRE WORLD!!!!! And after SuperMania, nobody, but nobody, will be able to deny me that!!!
But tonight is not about Shawn Stevens. Tonight is not about Tito Capaci. But tonight IS...where it all starts!! You see, this week I step into the ring once again, with a man that I quite honestly have never had anything to do with in my life, but who all of a sudden seems to have some kinda problem with me...one Kaleb Shadix. Television 'Champion' of POW Midwest. Well Mr. Shadix...if that IS your real name...let me introduce myself. My name is FDCM. I am the REAL World Champion. And my M.O. is knocking the CRAP out of fake champions like yourself!
Y'see the way I see it, this isn't even a real match for me...not even a real fight. How are you gonna try and say that the Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD...and some second-rate chump "TV Champion"...are in the same league? How are you gonna say that this guy belongs in the same ring with me...deserves to even hold my f**king jock!? And this is supposed to be a challenge? This is my opponent? This is my 'fight?' What rubbish. Me and my opponent, my 'boss,' Mr. Capaci both know this is just a warm-up bout for yours truly. A speed bump in my journey to SuperMania...a minor distraction in my quest for glory! Glory greater than even I know...the glory of being a TRIPLE champion!!
It's all the same story. I heard it in Kaleb's promo on me last week, I hear it each and every day. I hear it from my opponents, from fans, I read it in the magazines and see it on the DVDs. "FDCM isn't a real champion." "FDCM's a has-been." "What's he done HERE? What's he done LATELY?" Blah blah blah blah BLAH!!!
Well let's take a little look at my track record here, shall we? Since this is such a "what have you done for me today?" business, eh? All I've done is gone undefeated in singles competition, beaten not one, but TWO former #1 contenders for the biggest so-called 'prize' this company currently has to offer, and made an absolute f**king mockery of every so-called "competitor" I've squared off with! And as of SuperMania, it'll be ME you're all looking up to, ME you're all gunning for, and ME reigning supreme...as the Highest Champ in the Land!!
So Shadix, you go ahead and show up Thursday. And you bring along your little fake 'championship.' And if you even wanna continue after seeing what a real championship, and a real CHAMPION looks like...then by all means. Step to me. But don't be surprised when you get hit with the FDC, the BANG-2-3 and another victory, for the one and only...ME!!!
Around this time, Kilgreen manages to drag himself back up the stairs behind FDCM. Unfortunately for him, FDCM has said his peace, and immediately tosses the microphone over his shoulder, over Kilgreen's head and back down the stairs, before taking off running again in the opposite direction.
Kilgreen: B-ut waiiiit!! I didn't get to ask any questions!!! You can't just leave!!! THAT WAS A REALLY EXPENSIVE MICROPHONE!!!!
FDCM calls back down from three flights up.
FDCM: What are you gonna do about it!? I'm the champ...and after SuperMania, no one will be able to say any different!
Kilgreen: F...FDCM...please stop...just for...a few minutes...!!!!
FDCM answers without even turning to look at Kilgreen, continuing his running even as he speaks, betraying not the slightest shortness of breath.
FDCM: Stop!? Are you crazy!? I'm mere weeks away from the biggest night of my life, the biggest match of my career...and you want me to stop!? Get out of my sight, peon!
Kilgreen: But your contract says...you only get to keep...your dressing room the way it is...if you agree to...cooperate with...the interviewing staff...
At that, FDCM comes to such a dead stop that Kilgreen actually crashes into his back and falls head-over-heels back down the stairs. Not seeming to notice, FDCM calmly walks down the flight of stairs to Kip's side, pulls him up by his collar and sets him back on his feet.
FDCM: ...make it quick.
Kilgreen: owww....well....Jesus, I forgot what I was going to ask now...
FDCM: Dammit kid, you're just an accessory anyway!
Without another word, FDCM rips the mic out of Kip's hands and casually kicks him down the next flight of stairs, leaving behind only a crashing sound as he rolls down out of the shot. Centering himself to the camera, FDCM begins to rattle off his weekly address.
FDCM: You may have noticed that I'm taking my training a bit more seriously at the moment. That's because, as I mentioned, things have turned around for me lately. Do you know how excited I am...how f**king giddy...over the announcement our dearly beloved Mr. Capaci made last week? FDCM...Tito Capaci...the rubber match! After all this time, we'll finally get to see who the better man is. And the winner...will walk away with not one, but TWO world championships. The UNDISPUTED world champion...of Power On Wrestling.
No more of this "you were only a champion in another company" B.S. No more of this "you're living on your past accomplishments." And best of all...no more "you shouldn't have defeated Tito Capaci." Once and for all, the zillions and zillions of haters and non-believers in the Legend...of the Flying Diamond Cutter Man...will FINALLY be silenced!!
Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen...I've been enticed. That honor, that glory, that pedestal is so tempting...that I have indeed agreed to put my REAL UWL World Championship on the line...and after SuperMania...the entire world will know that there is one, and only one, World Champion in POW...and no one will be able to tell me it ain't legit!
But you know what the real best part is? It isn't the chance at being a double...or hell, if you count my GWF Championship, a TRIPLE...world...champion. An UNDISPUTED world champion, something this sport hasn't seen in years. It isn't even the chance to settle the score with Tito Bandito.
Nope...it's the fact that, once again, I get to leapfrog that little idiot Shawn Stevens!
You know Stevens, I used to consider you a nemesis...a rival even. You and your brother...sometimes, the only thing that kept me getting up in the morning was knowing that one day I'd get to come back to this business and wipe the smirks off both your pretty-boy faces! But now...I honestly don't even care. Our past...I'm over it. Our history...is just that. And our 'rivalry'...it no longer applies. After SuperMania, I'll be on a completely different level from you, Stevens. You may be the champ of the Midwest...but I am champion of the ENTIRE WORLD!!!!! And after SuperMania, nobody, but nobody, will be able to deny me that!!!
But tonight is not about Shawn Stevens. Tonight is not about Tito Capaci. But tonight IS...where it all starts!! You see, this week I step into the ring once again, with a man that I quite honestly have never had anything to do with in my life, but who all of a sudden seems to have some kinda problem with me...one Kaleb Shadix. Television 'Champion' of POW Midwest. Well Mr. Shadix...if that IS your real name...let me introduce myself. My name is FDCM. I am the REAL World Champion. And my M.O. is knocking the CRAP out of fake champions like yourself!
Y'see the way I see it, this isn't even a real match for me...not even a real fight. How are you gonna try and say that the Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD...and some second-rate chump "TV Champion"...are in the same league? How are you gonna say that this guy belongs in the same ring with me...deserves to even hold my f**king jock!? And this is supposed to be a challenge? This is my opponent? This is my 'fight?' What rubbish. Me and my opponent, my 'boss,' Mr. Capaci both know this is just a warm-up bout for yours truly. A speed bump in my journey to SuperMania...a minor distraction in my quest for glory! Glory greater than even I know...the glory of being a TRIPLE champion!!
It's all the same story. I heard it in Kaleb's promo on me last week, I hear it each and every day. I hear it from my opponents, from fans, I read it in the magazines and see it on the DVDs. "FDCM isn't a real champion." "FDCM's a has-been." "What's he done HERE? What's he done LATELY?" Blah blah blah blah BLAH!!!
Well let's take a little look at my track record here, shall we? Since this is such a "what have you done for me today?" business, eh? All I've done is gone undefeated in singles competition, beaten not one, but TWO former #1 contenders for the biggest so-called 'prize' this company currently has to offer, and made an absolute f**king mockery of every so-called "competitor" I've squared off with! And as of SuperMania, it'll be ME you're all looking up to, ME you're all gunning for, and ME reigning supreme...as the Highest Champ in the Land!!
So Shadix, you go ahead and show up Thursday. And you bring along your little fake 'championship.' And if you even wanna continue after seeing what a real championship, and a real CHAMPION looks like...then by all means. Step to me. But don't be surprised when you get hit with the FDC, the BANG-2-3 and another victory, for the one and only...ME!!!
Around this time, Kilgreen manages to drag himself back up the stairs behind FDCM. Unfortunately for him, FDCM has said his peace, and immediately tosses the microphone over his shoulder, over Kilgreen's head and back down the stairs, before taking off running again in the opposite direction.
Kilgreen: B-ut waiiiit!! I didn't get to ask any questions!!! You can't just leave!!! THAT WAS A REALLY EXPENSIVE MICROPHONE!!!!
FDCM calls back down from three flights up.
FDCM: What are you gonna do about it!? I'm the champ...and after SuperMania, no one will be able to say any different!