Champion Fall (JMC Vs. Murph)

[Prometheus]

The scene begins on James Moriarty Cassius, in front of him on the desk lies two pieces of gold and leather. Title Belts. JMC stands above them, looking down. His face looks confused, as if he is seeing these items for the first time in his life. They are, for the astute viewer shall know, WPW World Title Belts, two of them.

My past is something that I am generally proud of, and yet quite ashamed of.
I have defeated some greats, I have made some streaks that will go down in history. And at the same time, I can feel a level of regret. That I have been less of a man during that time. This week has an interesting time, History has laid two chances out for me. To avenge my reputation as selfish.. And to win a decisive victory for history.

“And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges”

The WPW Championship. That very belt that my opponent holds. Look at it, would you? Look at how it fills the wearer with hope, with ambitions and a self-superiority that only such a beloved title could ever bring to bear. Look at the majesty. Look at the power that emanates from its glisten as you see the legacy of so many great men who fought for it. Can you not feel yourself desire to become capable of one day fighting to have it? Egging you on over and over. It would be the thing you imagine as you pushed yourself to be fitter, faster and better. Is that not what the WPW Championship is?

No. It is not.

The WPW Championship and all it ever stood for is a decaying and rotting institution. A Collection of mean-whiles and never-were and want-to-be’s. The championship title had only one glimmer of hope in its past. A Bar that separated the want-to-have away from the deserving few that could claim glory. It had a built in defence that protected it... Me.

I am the greatest of all the WPW Champions, I was the one that denied some of the greats from claiming it. I was the one who sorted the rabble out and told them it was worth no effort to try. To attempt to defeat me. Jokester, The Stallion, Daniel Murphy. All of them were cast backwards when they attempted to touch my title. The Ultimate prize. Those who became champion after my reign have suffered losses at my hands time and time again. I am the greatest of them all. I am the one that will be remembered as WPW Champion. Twicefold. Spanning over fifteen months collectively. There is no denying it. I am the Greatest WPW Champion that ever lived.

Yet i feel saddened by it now. If I did not hold such disdain for WPW, I might attempt to become WPW Champion again... No. Daniel Murphy has nothing to fear in that regard. I will let someone else take that honour from you. For now, you will have to relive history. Again. For now, Daniel Murphy, you have to become used to losing to me. It should not be so hard, you did it over a dozen times in WPW, and now you stand as their champion. By all right the best that they have got. Better than Scorch, better than The Judge. So defeating you proves my superiority to them.

It is all mathematical really so I doubt you could follow it, Daniel. Needless to say, I look forward to this. I look forward to looking back at my past and adding yet another victory over you to the pile. But that is far outweighed by realising something else. When I defeat the WPW Champion, WPW will be at a loss. WPW will want revenge on EWE. WPW will want to do something drastic to retake their revenge. It will spill, it will flow in the streets. Animosity will grow. I am creating Turmoil and I love it. I love this feeling of upsetting the status qu, betraying the peace. In short, and with your downfall imminent...

I am creating a War.

*Scene Ends*

[DjM]

With all the movements, all of these massive, groundbreaking changes in this world of professional wrestling, this Evolution in our small universe. I am sent across the world, not to face someone new, someone whom I have never come across, not some up and coming youngster ready to set the world of Wrestling Evolution alight, no. I have not traveled all this way to take on a fresh face, I am not here to stand across the ring from someone I have never wrestled before, nor stare across an empty ring into strangers eyes.

This is not a new experience for either of us. We've stepped into a ring on many different occasions. And through destroying caskets, breaking necks, battling for Championships or even fighting for a friend, you were always my main focus. No matter what I say about anyone else in this business, no matter who I may have looked up to, or despised, no matter who helped me along the way or who detered me. You one the one man I had to face, you were the measuring stick. I spent many sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wondering what I had to do to beat you. You're half my size, you're far weaker than I, but no matter what I said or did, I couldn't get the better of you.

And it drove me nuts.

It didn't matter what I did, I broke your neck, I put you through a casket, I did everything one man can possibly do to another, but I couldn't beat you. I couldn't pin your shoulders to the mat. For so long you tortured me, showing off your superior intellect. Challenging mine, making me out to be some half witted baffoon who couldn't tell one end of a cow from the other. Just like everyone else I've come across lately, you've only ever had that to attack me on. Since we last met in the ring, I've changed, I've matured, I've grown up. Finally I'm focused. Once again you are my obstacle, you are the man who will stand across the ring from me, and when the bell sounds once again you and I will go at it.

I was never your main threat, I was never the one who wanted to battle, the one who you had the epic wars with. Like you were something I needed to conquer to move my career forward, I was nothing more than an after thought to you. I was nothing more than another match against someone who didn't measure up to the great James Moriarty Cassius. You showed your dominance in the ring, you showed your dominance in your promos, and you made me look like a fool. You were the Champion, I was a nobody, and you made sure I and everyone else knew about it, and I hated your guts for it. I hated you so much, so much that I could have pulled every single bit of hair out of my head.

But then I realised something. Beating you was a great accomplishment for any man in this business.

But it wasn't a career defining moment.

Beating you was something that I knew one day I would have to try and do again. But it wasn't so important that it would make or break my entired career. I took my focus off of you, and I looked forward, I trained hard, I watched everyone in my sights closely, and I learned about them, about this business and about myself. Suddenly I started to move back up that ladder, people finally began to take notice of me, not because I was the challenger to the great James Moriarty Cassius, not because I was another stepping stone for a man who had already done it all, but because I was Dan Murph.

Suddenly everyone was looking at me, because I was the World Heavyweight Champion.

And you can talk about how the men I've beaten haven't been the greatest of all time. You can say that they're relative nobodys compared to someone like yourself. But you can only beat who's put in front of you, and every great has to start somewhere. So I took my championship, and I defended it against everyone who stepped forward, against every man who promised the world that he would defeat me. And no matter who it was, no matter what the stipulation.

I walked out with my hand raised, and my title draped over my shoulder.

Now I am the man. Now I walk into a match with you, with me as the World Champion.

But more importantly, I walk into a match with you, where you are not my main focus. I walk into a match with you where you are not the be all and end all of my universe. You are just another match to me now, James. I am over the sleepless nights, I'm over the worrying what to do in our matches, I'm over you.

Now I have a new focus. I think you know him, The Judge.

Now he is the man I wait to face, in the biggest match of my career. I face a man who promises the world, just like all the others. I face a man who has already proven he can beat you for a World Title. But more important I face a man...

Who I have already proven I can beat in the centre of the ring, 1-2-3.

And no matter what happens in this...exhibition match against you, on the night of May 30th, 2010, I will walk out of Redemption as the WPW World Heavyweight Champion, just like I walked in.

Now James, you are a stepping stone

On the road to my Redemption.