A great display of television monitors lines the walls in front of Steve, who is now in a wheelchair. All of the monitors are snowy. It is depressing to see the great trainer in this condition, but Ichabod, who stands behind him, has begun to learn to deal with it. Now was the time to stop taking responsibility for SAM's actions, as all his opponents seemed to want him to do, and start fresh. Steve wheels backward and looks at Ichabod.
Alright, Ichy. What we've got here is a compilation of sorts of what your opponents are saying about you. It seems that all the respect they had for you at Ring Wars was never for real, and they were just jerking you off to get your help in getting to round two.
Indeed.
Steve reaches across a panel that spreads out beneath the display of monitors. The panel is covered with buttons, knobs, levers, and switches. He pushes a button, and one of the TV screens comes to life. There is some static, and what looks like some fast fowarding on an editing machine. Eventually, the shot comes into focus with Cheapshots talking to some guy. Cheapy's eye's look dazed as if he were looking at something only he can see, and with the way he is talking, it comes across as if he is drunk off his cheap ass.
Cheapshots Ichy screwed X and I...The Elite! No one screws the Elite!
Ichabod rolls his eyes at what Cheapy has said.
Cheap, what exactly did I screw you out of? We fought the match fairly, first as a team, and then as opponents. It was all fair, three on three and then one on one on one, just like I said it would be. Just like we agreed. The Revelation attacked you after the match was over, after I was already the rightful Undisputed Champion. What did I screw you out of, Cheapy? Your dignity as you left? No you had already both lost that when I used one teammates move against the other teammate. I made a mockery of you both, but there is no way you can deny that it was a fair match. There was no interference when we went head to head to head, no screwjobs.
I took your shot away from you on my own, with no help from anyone. You can say that X helped me, but I can say he was helping you too, that you were helping me against him. Fact of the matter is nobody helped anyone in Round 2. No, I stole your victory, "your" title, and your success by myself. It wasn't until after I'd done that and secured your loss that the Revelation raped you of pride and dignity.
You've got a lot to learn about this business, Cheap. Its getting to where you have to basically go at it alone in a match to have respect. I did this. But behind the scenes, you make it your business. And you can run that business anyway you choose, but if you don't run it the right way, the Revelation way, you're going to get booted by the next clan that comes along. Elite, wow! All I see is a couple of idiots who think they are great because they claim good looks and crack jokes every five words.
I won't say you are the least of my concerns, because you've already started to let the Sickness infect you... I can see your rage about what happened to you building, driving you to win this match. Good for you, but its not good enough. I've been harboring this for a long ass time, honing it, nurturing it, and refining it. I've learned to wield it properly, and that, Cheapshots, is why I am the Undisputed Champ. That is why I will remain the Undisputed Champ. You haven't seen the worst of me yet, but you will, oh you will. There is no more respect, fuck respect. It gets you no where. Look at Justin Payne. Everyone respects that guy and he's turned into a nobody around here.
No, I don't need that. I'll get my success by taking it. I took it from you once already, and I'm going to take it from you again.
Cheapshots Now if the evil redneck crosses my path at Ring Wars you know for a damn fact that The Cheap 1 WILL knock some cole upside down his head. I know you can dig that rap sucka!
Didn't I already cross your path at Ring Wars? What the hell are you talking about Cheap?
Steve presses another button and flips a few switches. The screens all flicker intermittantly before the screen below the last one comes to life. As this one fastfowards, you can see some men on a bus, and then two guys standing next to a car outside a bank. The fast motion stops and Triple X condescends on his junior partner Morty.
Triple X He's smarter than I thought he was. He got the Cornerstone to direct my attention to the only real threat in the match, Cheapshots. While I was busy smacking the Cheap one around Ichafreak weasled his way to the title. I should have known that's why he insisted we keep it one on one. He set it up for X vs Cheapshots, and Ichy vs nothing. I even told that chump respected him
Ichabod laughs his ass off at this comment. Once he composes himself, he speaks with a grin.
Jesus, Trip. Fault me for knowing how to take out two very tough competitors. Yes, I said it before Ring Wars, and I'm saying it now, you guys are tough. Notice how I don't change my story from thinking you guys are great and legendary to saying you are chumps. To me, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to talk backwards and in paradoxes.
Seriously though, Trips. I beat you guys, and I did it fairly. No one helped me to that victory. I could turn your words around and say that while I had Cheap distracted at times in the match, you could have "weaseled" your way to getting the victory. But I don't see it that way. You're right, I made you both give me your words that it'd be one on one, but I don't see scheming in that. What I see is basically two things.
Ichabod holds up one finger for each point he makes.
First of all, I see you complaining that I orchestrated a promise out of you two that would ensure my win. Are you saying that by not cooperating you can't win against me? Damn, I'm sorry, is that why you couldn't get the job done in the number one contender's match? Seriously, a sum up of your words would include the following line:
"You made us fight each other instead of just you, and so I was distracted enough for you to win."
So what you're saying is that since it wasn't two on one, that's why I won? That you can't wrestle two guys at once? And I thought you were this legend...
The other point I see is that I found a way to beat you... not only you, but you and Cheapshots. Sounds to me like a congratulations is in order, since by definition the Cornerstone is the greatest. I was the winner, fair and square, and no matter how I did it, I did it. You can't take that away from me, and you won't take the title away from me.
Ichabod raises an eyebrow after a moment's quiet and remembers something from Ring Wars.
Steve, you got the footage from Ring Wars?
Of course.
Roll the footage of me winning my title.
Steve flips a few switches as another screen lights up. The footage once again fast fowards until the end of the match.
Triple X then once again climbs the ladder, exhausted as all the men are. He slowly climbs rung by rung but a bloody Cheapshots grabs him into a "Razor's Edge" position and smashes him into the mat off the ladder. Cheapshots then starts to climb the ladder, blood dripping from his forehead. He whipes the blood away trying to see the belts when Triple X and SAM both charge at the ladder from either side. The force from both sides of the ladder makes it twist and BREAK! Cheapshots flies off the ladder and almost impales himself on it but luckily just misses. The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
Hank - "These men are the toughest son of a bitches I've ever seen!"
A referee slides in and removes the busted up ladder. All three men lay on the mat trying to rest. Finally, Triple X slides out of the ring and grabs a new ladder and slides it into the ring. He sets it up in the corner and picks SAM up and whips him towards it but SAM reverses and X crashes back first into the ladder. X stumbles out of the corner and SAM picks him up into a torture rack and delivers the "Pure Sweetness" driving his head into the mat.
Ichabod listens as Steve begins to play X's promo further. He begins to describe the other opponents in Monday's main event as Ichabod alternately rolls his eyes, sighs, yawns, and laughs.
Gosh, Cheapy's been waiting for his shot huh? Tough shit, cry me a river. Like I care what Cheapy wants. Unless he wants his teeth knocked out of the back of his skull, then I can't give him what he wants. As long as I'm around, Cheapy's time will never come... no scratch that, Cheapy's time came and went at Ring Wars, and he blew it. Next "challenge" please.
As X continues on endlessly spouting about stuff only his fat lackey would be interested in, Ichabod hears "Revforesaken."
I've already explained what Forsaken was for, and you missed the whole point, like you usually do. Forsaken was a front, Revelation is the real deal. Don't believe me? Steve, roll that footage.
Steve gladly flips a switch
The rest of the Revelation join and attack exhausted Elite members X and Cheapshots. After the attack the 4 return to the ring when suddenly Deidre's music hits and she joins the Revelation in the ring wearing her own halter top. She hugs SAM congradualting him. Revelation then celebrate with SAM in the ring as the fans boo and throw trash into the ring as Ring Wars goes off the air.
Ichy and Steve enjoy a laugh at the footage proving that Ichabod took Cheapshots and Triple X out singlehandedly, and that the Revelation was stronger than the Elite.
As the laughing subsides Ichabod points at the console in front of Steve's wheel chair.
What do you have from Dick Gazinya?
Steve shakes his head.
Not much, Ichy. I think that victory over Payne got him full of air and now he just wants to spew.
Just like a man who's coming fresh off the backburner. Look, Dick, you got lucky. It was two falls, one for trivia, one for number one contendership. Payne made a mistake by pushing all he had for the first title... and then you took advantage of his exhaustion and eeked by a win.
The point is it was two falls. If not for that, I'd be facing Payne and a hell of a better opponent than you. Two falls, Dick, not one. This match Monday is one fall, and there are three men in there who make you look like Funaki on a Thursday night. If you can't exact a victory against someone as great as Justin Payne without him pushing until he collapses, then how well will you fare against three gods of the sport? Not very well I'd imagine.
Steve begins to flip switches and press buttons when a final screen lights up and show Dick spewing.
Dick That's ok because you can all rest assure that "The Dick" is here and I will be here come Malice to once again reclaim the gold the I was robbed of only a few short weeks ago!
I'm sorry, Ichy, thats about the only thing worth showing that he said.
Your gold Dick? Haven't you been paying attention? Your gold is gone. X took it from you in what was barely a sweat for him, never defended it, and now its new gold. Its my gold, and its going to stay that way.
Ya know Steve, for a number one contender, he's not putting up much of a verbal fight... what can I say about someone who never mattered anyway?
I know what you mean.
Anyway, X, Cheapy, see you on Monday. Dick, don't waste my time.
Ichabod opens the door in the back of the room where Steve has stationed himself. He leaves quickly as Steve shuts down the monitor system. He rolls toward the door and opens it, rolling out, still the picture of strength and dignity
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