Joe? Listen.....I don't know if I can be with you. I know you saw me just walk out and you don't know what's going on..but I have to tell the truth. I can't be with someone whose antics, inside and outside of the ring, make me worry constantly. No this is not just the fight with those street thugs. This is ICW in general. When you opened that you said you were going to retire. But you can't seem to stay away from the ring can you? Joe, I am going to give you a choice. I want to know before your match with Judgement. You don't even have to call me. I just have to say this. You know Kirsten? Yeah JJ's wife? She has a very good point. JJ and you are just alike. You always care for the fans, maybe even to the point that it's over your own family. Joe, you're still young, you're making lots of money..just quit. Don't wrestle anymore. You have a choice. Either you go to the ICW PPV, tell Judgement you aren't going to fight him, and come home to me and run things behind the scenes...or I'm leaving you. I can't take worrying constantly about someone I love. You wrestle in that match on PPV..I'm leaving you. Goodbye, hopefully not for long.
Outraged, Joe knocks the answering machine to the floor and stomps on it. He goes outside to his repaired porsche, climbs in and turns it on. Sticking in the Mushroomhead cd, he cranks it up and rolls the windows down and drives to ICW HQ, which as you all know is just a few miles from his house. He checks with security and drives inside. It is nearly midnight, so he is the only one here. He pulls a camera out from the video production room and goes to his office. He watches a tape of Judgement's first and second promos and mutters obscenities. He turns his camera on for a reply.
Judgement...do you know what has just happened to me? Do you know how much anger I have built up in me right now? If you want the details, my brother is hospitalized, he slipped back into unconsiousness, and my wife, worried sick about me, is threatning to leave me if I go through with our match. This could be the last time you ever see me Judgement, it depends on if I can talk it out with her or not. Judgement, you may not know what love or caring is, because it's obvious you have neither for people that used to be your friends, but do you know what it's like to love a woman? A beautiful woman, one who doesn't see you for what the guys in the back see you, an athlete, but for what you have inside you. A woman who does little things for you that most people take for granted. One that you care for more than the fans, the business, your own life. Do you know what love is Judgement? I doubt it. You're such a sack of shit, careless and emotionless. I mean you're a fucking machine right? Machines have no hearts. You look at me Judgement. You may not care, you may think I'm wussing out, but if I don't show for our match..it's because I care for something more than what you care for. You care for gold, that Piece of Shit belt that Taker brought into ICW, and DF, another group of backstabbing bitches, who don't know how to stand up to someone like a man. If I don't show for our match, it's because I care more about my personal life than for a meaningless ego booster by beating the living hell out of you.
I know I have nothing to lose...I'm going to definitly not hold back and go at it full force to kick your mother fucking ass. You see, all that anger I released earlier? That was real. That wasn't because of her leaving me, that was because of a months worth of lies, sneak attacks, bullshit statements and deviance on the part of you, and DF. This was for that attack before our last PPV, when I did you a favor, gave you a match with Pozen, and you went from my friend, to a guy that steps on people to get what he wants. You know what that labels you as Judgement? SHIT. You're no better than a piece of dog shit that gets scraped off of my boot. You're no better than the dirt the janitors sweep out of empty arenas. When you do something like that, try to cripple a man just to get ahead..that's lower than any little turn I may have done back when I was young and naive.
This anger goes back farther than that. This is for our past wars, including one where you had a swing backstage cuz of the friends you had in high places back in some Unknown Wrestling Federation..we'll call it X and the referees counted just a little faster than normal when you were pinning me. But then when I made you tap out, the referee had to ring the bell, because Darkrebel was forcing him to stare down at your hand flailing up and down and you screaming for mercy. You ready to do that again Judgement? Are you ready to scream for mercy? Can't you just see it? That same hold, the one that really puts the pressure on you. Can't you see it when I re-aggrivate the shoulder and neck injuries I've been inflicting on you, and this time, in No DQ rules, I can hold the move on you until either you tap, or I break your bones. Whichever comes first Judgement. I couldn't care either way. Are you ready for that?
I noticed something else. You said, that I, don't like to take it to the extreme...like you do? Like you do? What the fuck is that shit? You, extreme? Whoop-dee-fucking-do! Extreme is overrated Judgement. You could do an elbow drop and you'd be considered extreme. No..what I do, is fucking insanity. Tell me something. Have you ever climbed on top of a car, lept off doing a shooting star in mid-air and landing on your opponent, not sure if you are even going to land properly without breaking your neck on the concrete parking lot? Have you ever pulled a tire iron from a trunk and shattered multiple car windows trying to crack the skull of an opponent in two? Have you ever springboard into a lionsault from a rickety cell support onto a guy who's also on a weak cell top? Have you ever been powerbombed through a steel cage to the hard concrete below and live to tell about it? Who the fuck do you think you are Judgement? You're not extreme? You're a sham. A con-artist. You like to let people think you're extreme, but you wouldnt' be caught dead doing something that's potentially life-threatning. Barbed and Razor wire? Big deal, a few cuts. Wrestle in Japan for one or two years of constant death matches and call me up.
You say that if I have anyone interfere, TAKER will be on my back. Oh shit, TAker..what the FUCK am I going to do? Everyone knows if TAKER arrives on the scene then you'd better watch the fuck out! If that assmonkey gets his panties in a bunch cuz a friend of mine spits on you from front row while watching the show, let me him come down and tell me about it. I'll just slap him around like the bitch he is and dismiss him from my ring just as quickly. Because you see...whether Taker likes to admit it or not..I OWN HIM. I own this entire roster. I can fire anyone I please. Why do I keep you around? I have no fucking clue. The buyrates, ratings and merchandise sells would go just as smoothly if not better if Team Anarchy weren't in the ICW. You say I have people double team you like you've never done it in your life. Gee...when you guys brainwashed my friend..who was it that was attacking me? Judgement and JJ Crawford. And you're right about one thing, DF doesn't approve of that behaivor. They fucking PULLED YOU BOTH OFF OF ME! They helped me up! Doesn't that tell you something when they help a guy who's not even friends with any of them or in their stable, and pull away the guy who's a member? It should tell you something, it means they don't trust you or approve of you any more than I do. You say that I do sneak attacks like you've never done them. Let's see..contract signing, I turn my back BOOM. A few weeks before, I am giving a promo..I turn my back..BOOM. A month ago, I am giving you a match and am leaving the ring...BOOM. Something familiar about all those instances? I wonder Judgement. I wonder.
Nice little sneak attack. I wonder who did it? JJ Crawford is at home, I'm here at ICW HQ...so yeah, if it was Sane, go figure huh? Is that gonna make you pissed off even more? Good. You see, you say that you are going to try and hurt me, like I should be scared. Like it's a threat. Don't you get it? I don't see you as a threat. I'm not scared of you. This isn't some egotistical rant, I really do not fear you. I've never feared an opponent in my life. You got the one and only instance of fear last week when you were going to cripple me. Now that I've experienced it and dismissed it, it won't happen again. As far as your little cut..wow. If I hit it are you going to cry? You are right, that will be the first thing I go for, I want you to bleed. I want to hurt you, I want to CRIPPLE you. And trust me Judgement, I will. Because when I lock that Cool Crunch in, a move which I have perfected, you will tap out, but I won't let go. I won't let go until I hear bones snap. That seems to be your objective with me...it's not gonna happen in your case. You won't have a chance. You see when I am pissed off like I have been at you, it would take an army to pull me off of that person. You ever fought someone who is emotionally disturbed? Well considering all going on in my personal life, I'd say that you have no chance.
Excuse me..I turned on YOU..and Dark Forces? Man that DF kool-aid is brewing thick today. I believe it was you that fucking stabbed me in the back. As for DF? I never turned on them, I left DF on good terms. Do you need a fucking history lesson? Or maybe your brain just has been so washed it should be put in the drier to make you think straight again. You say I've signed my death wish, and well that must be what my wife thinks. Oh don't take that as my wife thinks I don't stand a chance, because she has 100% faith in whatever I do. She is afraid for what I am going to do to myself to take you out. If I need to, I'll injure myself it helps injure you. So maybe I did sign my death wish....but if I'm gonna die, at least I'll be dying taking you out.
As you know, I've been threatened to be left for that very same reason. Hopefully my wife will reconsider, but as it is now, I'm going into that match either way, because I do not want to miss this oppurtunity to maim and humilate you. You said that your neck and shoulders were very strong, never injured. You studied me. Well I've been studying you as well. Every move you have, I have a counter for. You're not perfect Judgement, you'll make a mistake in this match, all of us do. When you make that mistake..an accident that results in pain in an area, that's what I'll work on. Fortunately for me, I've went for the very same thing you tried to injure on me, the neck. You can say your neck is 100% but everytime we've fought I've went for it. When I revealed myself as the New Masterpiece last month, I held you in the Cool Crunch for at least a few minutes. Just think how long I'll hold it on when there's no rules and I can beat you. You see Judgement, I am "hardcore and extreme" but I am one of the most gifted techincal wrestlers this business has to offer. I'm going to be like a shark that smells blood. One mistake, one slight show of injury, and I will attack that spot like it was a piece of meat and I were a pirhana.
Studying won't help you in the long run, because I'm very innovative. The chair spot was a good idea, but the chair itself will be dented so much from the multiple shots I plan on hitting you with it that I'll have no use for it. No I won't use and weapons on you to enforce the Cool Crunch, I'm just going to wrench that hold in and pull back as far as humanly possible. And like I said, once I get you in it, I won't let go until I hear bones pop. I noticed the topic of ring rust came up when you talked with Taker. You know, I have no ring rust. I stay fresh my freelancing for other feds everyone once in a while, as well as my own to stay on top of my game. I have a professional gym in my den! I train constantly in many ways.
See I'll discuss my training routine with you. Some more "studying" for you. Physically, I train every part of my body. My legs with the leg press, I run throughout the streets of East Rutherford, I do warm-ups before I train to ensure safety. My abs I bench, lift, pull weights in any style. I do 200 pushups daily. Sit ups, all the basic things. My arms I use weighted arm bands which have a weight dangling from it, and I change the weight after sets of 50. My neck gets exercised, I place weight on my shoulders and neck and lift it up and down. There's much more than physical. I train my eyes by doing quick movements with my hands and training my eyes to follow. This is for the quick opponents. I train my brain by psyching myself up. I think on how much I dislike the opponent. And if I do not dislike my opponent, I usually crank some heavy metal up before a match to get my mindset perfect. My training is rigourous, and lesser men would not be able to complete. Trust me though Judgement, I've set my training schedule for facing you just like I do for all my opponents. I multiply that person's weight by 2 when I lift weights. This training stuff doesn't help you in the long run, I mean how could it? Knowing how much I lift doesn't help you the slightest. But it answers your entire question about ring rust and will I have it. I never have ring rust. I train too constantly to have ring rust.
Wow Judgement, what a fucking tough guy. You beat up a fan just because he's a fan. Wow. I'm amazed. I guess that's a little message. Well actually it's not. That just tells me you have to beat up on people smaller than you to look big. You know...you officially have assault on tape...so guess what? After I kick your ass, the police should be happy to escort you away at PPV. I'm sure the fan will press charges. Judgement gets jail time. How nice. Oh don't worry, I contacted the fan and we won't report it until the night of PPV after my match is over. So think of it this way. You're going to get your ass beat like never before, you're going to be responsible for the SOB title becoming an ash tray, and you'll be doing jail time for mercilessly assaulting a fan. Man sure wouldn't want to be in your shoes.
Oh for crying out loud. Gay bashing? Using gay jokes to make me feel bad? How 6th grade is that? No wonder you don't have fans, you're too childish! I'm sure even kids aren't your friends because they are ashamed to be represented by an assmonkey like yourself.
You bring up the fear equation again. Well like I've said before, I've experienced that fear, I've dismissed it, and it will not happen again. Judgement, when I experience something, I'll either dismiss it because I don't want to have it again, like fear or sadness, and I keep the ones I do want to have, love, hate, anger. Anger motivates me, so I have to keep having it. How unlucky for you. You bring up my injuries, how about I list them. I feel you need all the help you can get. I've head a neck injury, which you almost reaggrivated. Of course that's such a famous and documented injury that everyone knows about it. And I know it can be re-injured at any time. But you notice, I don't quit. I know that you'll try to injure me. Like I said, I am waiting for it. Since I know that's what your going to try to do, I'll be able to avoid it. Guess I'm studying as well, huh? The other two main injuries I've had are a torn ACL in my leg, which healed completely, and a partially separated shoulder, which healed completely, and I also wrestled during that time as well.
You say it's because of you the ratings go up? You know, you may be right. You see, it's not because anyone likes you. No one buys your merchandise, no one comes to cheer you. No one watches ICW shows to cheer you. The reason you might have a minor effect on ratings, is because all the fans pay to see you lose! To see you get your ass kicked! Remember back in 1988 when The Honky Tonk Man was WWF Intercontinental Champion? He held that for 18 months, and the shows he were in sold out because the fans wanted to see him DIE! Then when the Ultimate Warrior came out and beat him for the title, no one cared about him anymore and he slowly faded out of the business. So this PPV, when the fans come to see you get your ass kicked, I'm going to run out and beat the shit out of you, and then the fans won't care anymore. Isn't it sad? And dont' worry about ICW, our ratings will still go through the roof. You see I don't build my fed around big name stars and semi-retired wrestlers. I think of the future. That's why I give guys like DOS, Johnny Ringo, Arkangel, all guys who I know are going to be something in this business, chances. And it's paid off tremendously. The fans pay good money to see them and to have their merchandise, and those guys were a great investment when I hired them. But see, people like you and Taker, you're not the future of ICW, you're dying out. Your stars are slowly fading, and pretty soon it will fade out and no one will care. You know, there's a phrase that says, "No publicity is bad publicity." That means that whether people are saying good or bad things about you, they are talking about you. And guys like Arkangel and Oak, who are in the ICW main event for the WC at Torment, people are talking about them. Yes people are talking about you, but you're not the future. People will be moving on to the new stars and styles of today's stars. It's kind of sad if you think about it. You see, I didn't even make my own match the main event of this show! The fans are paying to see it, but I have my investments, the future of ICW, wrestling in the main event in an extreme "I Quit" match, which neither man has no quit so it will be very interesting to watch. Two young gifted athletes being given the chance to shine on PPV.
Joe hears something, and forgetting to press pause goes to his office door and Mandy is there listening. When realizing that Joe really does care for her, they embrace and kiss.
I'm not doing the match Mandy. I care for you too much than to do something like that just to lose you.
I walked out on you Joe. I wasn't thinking straight when I left that message and when I was told you were coming here I came to tell you how I really feel. I understand that Judgement has this beating coming to him. In fact I know you'll probably get hurt in the process. But I don't care. You hate him, and hell, I hate him. Joe, you do whatever's necessary to get the job done this week at PPV.
I will I can assure you of that. What made you change your mind?
Everything you said about me. And I found some of those old letters you used to mail me when you were away on the road. It made me remember old days and I didn't want to lose that over a match. I want you to fight him, because I want you to kick his ass and make him suffer.
Relieved, and happy, Joe hugs his wife and escorts her to the executive sweet, where she turns on the TV and lays on the couch. He tells her he'll be there soon so they can go home, but first he comes back into the room he left to finish something important.
Well Judgement, it looks like our match is on. Too bad for you, I bet you were REALLY wanting it to be off for a minute there. Judgement, when will you learn? You can't beat me, and that's the way it is. This PPV, ICW Torment, I will take you out. It's that simple. I mean let's look at it this way. You can't possibly beat me. I'm too pumped and excited. I'm looking forward to this match. I'm in the best mood I could possibly be in. I know that when I enter the ring this PPV...I'm leaving the victor...Why? Because I'm Joe Cool and I can.
Joe goes outside his office, leaving the camera and tape in the video production room with a note that says, "Air Immediatly" for the video producer to air. He goes to the executive suite and sees Mandy sleeping. He wakes her up gently and they leave to the porsche and drive home.