Oh boy Arm, or should I say Taker? Ah who cares. We finally face off. Months, years even, of agression between us and we finally meet. Isn't it exciting? I remember when I first broke into a big federation. BTW. You were my mentor we could say. I'll admit if right now, I respected you. I believed in you. I looked up to you. The first time we fought, I was more pissed at Jules than at you. Facing you that time, was a dream come true. And when I won, the feeling was unforgetable. But you did something, I'll remember it forever. You booted me out of Dark Forces. Whenever I joined, and became your tag team partner, that played out even more for me. Just think of this. You're a wrestler, becoming successful and making it, and you get to be tag team partners, with a legend. over 50 titles in the wrestling business.

But for some reason, that very same legend, has a huge, unsatiable ego. You know what you did? I have always believed this to this day. When we were a tag team, when I was in Dark Forces, you saw me win titles. US, Hardcore, SOB, you saw. Back in BTW, my t-shirts were selling, my merchandise was off the scale, and it was like Coolmania had stricken the wrestling industry. And what did old man Taker do? The legend? The man who I respected? He saw all that, he got angry. He got jealous, envious, even. He kicked me out of his stable. The chokeslam heard round the world. I was pinned as you headed up that ramp without remorse. I'll tell the truth. I was crushed that day. In front of all those fans, my mentor basically made me choke.

But that didn't stop me. I took that as an incentive! I earned titles, world recognition, a place in the hall of excellence! You retired supposidly, but I kept winning! I laughed in your face some nights. Even know when I look back, watching my old matches and seeing my victories. I see you back then, and I laugh. Because after all that time, even when BTW closed down. I still thought of you as a mentor to me. I still respected you, I still believed in you. You were an honorable man. WERE. Nowadays, I lost all respect towards you. Look at you, you're a shell of the man you once was. Wrestling under the name, Armageddon. Bringing back the long forgotten SOB title just so you can have a title in ICW. You never even defend it! You make me sick.

That's why I challenged you to this match Arm. Taker. You make me sick. You are nothing now, and I aim to prove it. How? By challenging you to a 60 minute Iron Man match. Not just a challenge, you see you are bound by contract to particpate in this match. What I mean is, you're fired if you don't show up. I don't think you'll back out but one can't be to sure. But before I continue to dwell into personal agendas, our history and so on, I want you to think a minute, the historical value of this match. Two former BTW wrestlers, both legends in that company, legends now in the wrestling business, going head to head! Two hall of famers! The sheer historcial value should be incentive alone. But to think back on the past history, there is a lot of personal reasons too. One of which is, I don't like you. I don't think I ever will like you again. You fell from my good graces a long time ago Taker. And that's worse than you think. Yes than you think. I know you still see me as the rookie that broke into the business years ago. I know you will forever see me like that, because you're ego is too large to make you even think I am better than you. Well maybe when I finally beat you again. When we both prove ourselves in an hour long match in the main event at WWW, you'll learn.

You'll learn so many things Taker. It's a shame that none of it will save you in your career. You're nothing. You can say well look at all I've done. That was in the past. Taker, I believe your legendary status died with that damn BTW fed. Your fame and respect died and lies in the graveyard of old BTW tapes and archives. Once that place died...You died. You tried to..reincarnate yourself with the character of Armageddon, but that didn't work. You are alive yet again, but I believe your career is the very same thing as an old man with cancer. Living on a respatory system. ICW is the one and sole thing keeping your career alive. I took you into this company, out of respect, and because I felt sorry. If you left this company, it'd be like pulling the plug. You would be no more. You'd be just like BTW, for good this time. Dead. Even in ICW you've wanted to start shit with me. When I took you in, you started Defaince. Once the Fiends were defeated and Jack Dimond was fired, I decided to let you go on your own. Why? Because I like to stay out of wrestler's affairs unless absolutely necessary. It wasn't neccessary to stay with you anymore! You, Fate, AOD, and the rest, were doing quite well. I left, and you turned on me yet again. You said, and I quote,"Joe feels he's too good for us" "Joe turned his back on US" I didn't turn my back on anyone Taker. You screwed yourself over when you did that.

Ever since then I've been after you. You alone. Defiance is not anything to me in this situation. I've set my sights on you and you alone. You are the target. At first, I'd thought I'd use people to get at you instead of me myself doing it...again, I like to stay behind the scenes nowadays. Kingpin, Ty Massacre, I'll admit, it didn't work. That's where the old motto comes in..Want something done, do it yourself. Except I knew going in to Salvation, I needed help. Because you won't come out in this Iron Man match alone. You'll bring Defiance with you. Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to look Firestarter right in the eye and tell him to hold off Blowtorch. This is something I need to do on my own. The only way Blowtorch will come out, is to take out Defiance should they interrupt. But if you have any fortitude, you'll do one of the ballsiest moves ever. Don't give Blowtorch a reason to come to ringside, and face me one on one.

Arm, this match will go down in history as I've said before. It will probably top even your match with Fate last week at Salvation. Trust me, I give you all the props in the world on that match, I know when credit is due. But the best part would have to be when Blowtorch dismantled the both of you, and stood tall. I looked right at you as you lied in a pool of your own blood, challenged you to the match we are in now. While I know it's not a respectable move on my part, neither was trying to tear me apart after Big Dawg slammed my ass onto the mat two weeks back at WWW either, might I add. But I'm not one to complain. I mean, it'll all end at WWW this week. Many say that this was bound to happen again sooner or later. Many expected it in BTW, a lot of them expected it here. Well now it's happening. Those who bet on this match taking place, should now place a new bet. That I will win. They should preferably place lots of money on this bet. Why? Because I will win! There is no disproving that.

I thought I'd go ahead and say not only our fued will end, but yes, my career will end as well. Yes Arm, I plan to make this my retirement match. This is exactly the way I wanted to go out Arm. Defeating my greatest enemy, in my favorite type of match, with the whole world watching. That's how it's going to be. And Arm, I'll be damned if none of it happens. You take a look at the card. It says, SOB title vs Hall of Fame spot. Do you know why that is Arm? Because it's simple. Should you win, you will go down in history as the man who ended Joe Cool's career. I will retire anyway, but should you win, you would have retired me. The man who ended Joe Cool's career. Joe Cool, who is a BTW hall of famer, multi time champion, a man who is well loved by all wrestling fans and the wrestling industry in general. The man who ended Joe Cool's career. But myself, should I win, I would win the SOB title, thus forever taking it from BTW, and making it an ICW title. You see right now it's not even recognized by ICW as a title. It's just yours. But if I win. I will make it an ICW title....then I will retire it. It will never be yours again. That way not only will I take your pride by defeating you, but your precious SOB title will be mine as well. And trust me Arm...I will win.

Ok let's go onto something else. Why did I choose Iron Man for the stipulation? It's perfect. How else can we prove who the better man is. We fight in that ring for 60 minutes. No interferance, just me and you, one on one. 1 hour. 60 minutes. 3600 seconds. I mean the concept is quite simple. Whoever can gain the most pinfalls, submissions, countouts or DQ's wins. Which will it come to exactly? A disqualification somewhere in there? Will one of us become frustrated and just beat the other down with a weapon, or perhaps strike the offcial? What about a countout. Will one of us become unconcious and be not able to get back inside the ring, or maybe just try to leave the match alltogether? What about submission? Would we really tap out to another's finisher? Would we really show weakness just to aleve ourselves the pain for just a brief while? Pinfall would seem the most likely. But how are you going to go about it? How am I going to go about it? Maybe we'll get clean finishes, or maybe one of us will decide to cheat pulling tights or using the ropes. I believe all of these will be a possibility within that 60 minute time frame.

Now that I've finally got you in a match, it's very good for me. It's my time to wrestle again. It's been months since I've stepped in a ring against a serious opponent. You might try to poke fun or make comments at this, saying I'll have ring rust. Oh I won't have ring rust. I've been busy fighting jobbers for free just for traning. I didn't even want a paycheck. I just went in show after show in this fed and defeated jobber after jobber, before just leaving. I train hard dispite the fact I don't wrestle and trust me, I will be 100%, physically, mentally, emotionally, and technically. I am going to take you to hell and back. Then take you to hell one more time and leave you there as I am declared the winner. We will bleed, we will sweat, but when it's all over, you will be crying. We will both be spent, we will both be tired, but when it's all over...YOU will be broken.

Joe sits up and goes over to make himself some coffee. It is actually 6am at this time, Joe was up most of the night traning. He pours a bit of liquor in it and sits back down. He notices the mail from yesterday. He reads through and it's nothing but junk mail. He tosses it and turns on the TV. He skims across channels and turns on ICW TV. It is the morning show for after the PPV. It features promos by Big Dawg, Smoke, Reaper, Burn, and yes, Armageddon. He views it, muttering "What a fucking asshole" and he laughs. He presses record again on his camera.

Noticed your promo Arm! Man, what amouth on you! And now it seems that I'm going to respond, because let's face it. I have to disprove everything you said because your are so full of shit it comes out of your ears and makes your hair brown! You know that phrase you said Arm. It works. It does describe us. I have a better one, a classic. "You reap what you sow" You've been sowing for a long time Arm. You've been sowing by starting shit with me, starting shit with my friends, starting shit with my fed. And now it's harvest time, and I'm going to rake in the crops.

You say you do all the work? Even AFTER I let you become staff? No, I let you become staff paying a debt back. You let me become staff in BTW remember? Back when you were pressured and just couldn't "hack" it? I paid you back by letting you work ICW while I had many business deals to take care of. Then when I come back it took a week to finally get my office cleaned up of all the male porn and dildos you left in it! I don't know what went on it there but I had to throw everything out! Luckily for me I had copies of the important papers, or everyone on the roster wouldn't have jobs thanks to you!

Arm basically in your promo, you talked a lot of shit. Most of it I didn't even hear because it made no sense. Sounds like your prematch preparations involved playing bum darts and getting high with Carpe Poon! Go smoke a bowl all you want, but if I were you I'd train more than the 4 minutes of your promo ending. You're going to need lots more. You may be the most feared man in the business, but I am certainly the most respected and loved. And in the end, I will prevail over you. Why? Because I'm Joe Cool and I can.

The scene fades as Joe sips his coffee and turns off the TV. He hasn't slept, and stil doesn't as he moves over to his weight room...

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