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Behold The King; A new Reign
Topic Started: Nov 18 2007, 08:20 PM (16 Views)
Egon
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The SparkaTron glows, the scene in a locker room. The camera pans around, to reveal Egon in the room. The fans cheer for The Iron King, as he sits on a bench... taping his wrists with white tape. He finishes spinning the roll around his right hand, and tears it apart. He then looks up at the camera.

Egon: I've been thinking. I've been thinking about day one of Egon in the EWF. And then I tried to remember what I have done since then. You know what came to mind? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I got into some main events... big deal. I lost EVERY ONE. I had some classics with a couple EWF legends... so? It's not like I walked out the hero! The Last one I got a table over my head and Vexon in my arms. Since day one in EWF, the King has been a fucking failure.

Some of the fans boo, not liking what they are hearing.

Egon: No titles. No accomplishments besides ONE WMD award. I've just been getting beaten match after match. I managed to get into The WMD... so? I beat up on a few jobbers, called out a guy who never returned, and insulted my fans. Nothing to be proud of. It's not like I was In during the glory WMD days either. I was a member of a losing team. I got to sit around, watch Linn's back... and listen to Jack's constant bitching. A waste of time... a waste of my career.

King stands up, and throws a few practice punches. He takes a deep breath, and then begins to speak again.

Egon: So after that I get into a match with the Tag champs. I figure I may be able to bring myself back. Get the people talking about The King again. But that hasn't happened yet. Loon is gone, Shaw is on his way out... that leaves three left. In a month we'll be no better than Rough Justice if we don't watch ourselves. We all need to be 110% and better than that. But right now I don't even fucking feel like 50%.

Egon takes a few steps to his left until he reaches a mirror. He rubs his eyes, and then runs his fingers through his hair. He watches his reflection as he talks.

Egon: Ever since ASC shut down... I have only been half the man I used to be. I was a great Tag Champion... most would say I was the best. But I have to let that go. That was a long time ago. ASC doesn't matter anymore. That reign doesn't matter anymore. It's the here and now. It's the EWF. It's WMD, and it's Primal Forces versus Hitmen and Damage Inc. It's the greatest Tag champs EWF has ever seen against a Team who hasn't seen gold in what feels like an eternity. A betting man would know exactly who to side with right now.

Egon holds his arms out, pressing them against the mirror. He leans on the wall, his face not even an inch away from the mirror. He glares into his own eyes... not blinking once.

Egon: I realized just how important this match is. This is more than respect. It's more than blowing the roof off and stealing the show. This is my chance to bring my career back. The Tag Championship is the key to that door. I need to walk into the Arena, ready to destroy. Ready to take out all four men... ready to fight for my fucking career like it was on the line. The stipulation may not say it is... but it feels like it. I need to prove to everyone -- myself included -- that I still got it.

He pushes away from the mirror, and reaches underneath a bench. He pulls out his Crown, and Twirls it around a bit... watching it.

Egon: If I really was the greatest ASC Tag Champion of all time... then I must be capable of becoming the greatest EWF Tag Champion of all time. Even if I do have to defeat my friend. Even if Satan himself gets into that ring on Monday, I will take him out. Nothing is going to matter to me at Revolution. Not a damn thing except victory. I need that title, and even the Royal Court knows it. They're sick of cheering for a loser. They need someone worthy of looking up to. Someone who can be called a champion, and that someone happens to be me.

Without any warning, he swings his fist, and smashes the mirror. It shatters instantly. It seems that King is starting to wake something up inside of him.

King: IRON KING: Your NEW EWF TAG TEAM Champion. How the hell does that sound? It sounds good. I know I like it. And if WMD is going to really control this place, I'm going to need to hear it. We already know how good Damage Inc is. I know they Are two of the best in this damn business. Jim? He's been looking like gold recently. Now I need to prove myself. Is King still worth fearing? You'll know the answer. Burgess will know the answer... and the whole fucking EWF ROSTER will know the answer. It'll be obvious when they see the tag Championship over my shoulder.. when I'm the last one standing on Monday. On Monday, my career will be born again.

Egon then turns around, kicking the locker room door open. He leaves the room, letting the camera fade to black... leading us to a commercial break.


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