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“My best friend died in an alley, because a group of drug dealers mistakenly confused him as an opp. He never sold or did a drug a day in his life. He was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And, that’s when I realized life wasn’t fair.”
FADE: Unimportant backdrop, unimportant surroundings, with a very important person front and center. But, we’ll get to all of that later. Be patient.
TRIPLE X: I’ve seen wrestlers with all of the potential in the world, that never got to see that potential come to fruition, because an accident in the ring caused them to end up in a wheelchair, or to walk with a permanent limp.
“I’ve watched some of professional wrestling’s forefathers – the people responsible for guys like you, and me, end up in a seedy motel bath tub, dead from an overdose, in the middle of some town, where they didn’t even want to be, because they were forced to chase a two hundred dollar independent wrestling check.
“And, let me educate you on the why, Devin. It’s because Professional Wrestling didn’t come with a book of instructions, or health benefits, so they self medicated with whatever prescription pill they could get their hands on. Just so they could gather the energy to sign an autograph, or worse, wrestle a match.
“Those pioneers, those trendsetters, those … heroes … will never be compensated for the part they played in building all of this and, the people with the power to change their lives don’t give enough of a shit to do anything about it. Life truly isn’t fair.
“And then there’s guys like you, Devin.
“All bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and dumb as a box of rocks.
“You get by playing wrestler, when the truth is, the jobs you’ve gotten were based off of many things, with none of those things being your talent. You had the look. You were the most athletic gofer at your local YMCA and you have somehow channeled all of that into a wrestling career, and man … hats off to you. You did it.
“You cheated, no … you beat the system.
“But, then there’s people like me. The guys that you don’t know, that you would, if you cared about wrestling as much as you did the camera, or which hair gel keeps your edges the neatest.
“Well, let me help you out, Devin. I was you … sort of. I was called handsome once or twice in my life, but that’s the beginning and the end of what we have in common. You’re a self professed pretty boy, right? You like the attention. You say all of the right things, and give off the clean cut, golden boy vibes. Me? The people that truly know me know that I’m one of the best wrestlers in the world, and I have a sneaky suspicion that the people that know you, know you for everything except that. If you were smart, I’d be your idol. If you were smart, I’d be the blueprint for everything it is that you’d want to grow up to be. But, you’re not, Devin. You’re an attention seeking, cornball, with a played out, done to death style.
“You’re a fraudulent wannabe that got a following by winning meaningless matches in meaningless places, and because wrestling fans are so gullible, you’ve gotten away with it, until now.
“There are real young wrestlers out there in your age bracket that I respect, that give their blood, sweat, and tears to this sport, and watching pathetic, loud imbeciles like you talk about a bunch of superficial bullshit, with your carefully constructed, cookie-cutter image, makes me want to spit in your face.
“Let me properly introduce myself, Devin. I’m Sean Stevens. Some people call me Triple X, for reasons I will explain when I feel like it, but the important thing that you should come to terms with is that I am going to publicly embarrass you. For disrespecting me, and not finding some form of footage to study what you’ve gotten yourself into. For disrespecting wrestling, with your 80’s retro act. For the real wrestlers that deserve a High Octane Wrestling contract, that won’t get it because their looks won’t sell any t-shirts, because little bitches like you have diluted this industry, and brainwashed our fans into believing that that’s what’s important in professional wrestling.
“But, most importantly, Devin … I’m going to beat the living shit out of you, because even though life has mostly been unfair to us all, every now and then, if you stick around long enough, life gets it right.
“You don’t belong in wrestling, kid. Life sent me to you to expose that. It’ll be quick, it’ll be sudden, it’ll be to the point, and nobody will confuse you for a wrestler again, when I’m done. And, when you’re in the shower, after our match, wondering how your big coronation went so left…?
“Don’t blame me, blame your God. HE did this to you, I’m just the messenger.”
FADETOBLACK.