Out to Pasture...

[Mike Adams]

Brock Goodman is walking around the rodeo site after last week's Turmoil. Brock is walking around in jeans and a flannel shirt with a cowboy hat on and a piece of hay in his mouth.

Brock: Well it seems everyone's favorite sadist is finally making some waves in WPW. My udder destruction of Mike Foxx last week should be evidence that it is only a matter of time before gold comes around my waist.

This week however, is a little different. I'm facing someone who may be a little more disliked than I am. Although I find this hard to believe, I have done a bit of research.

Brock reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ticket to the Preakness horse race.

Brock: You see a friend of mine thought I would enjoy going to a horse racing event, particularly one of the Triple crown events because of the decadence and debauchery on display there. Honestly, it simply pissed me off.

Nothing but old men granted they were placing bets down and talking about the honor of the sport.

The honor of the sport? Are you fucking kidding me...they're horses. They're stallions, if you will. I felt it necessary to take some sort of action.

I had a pretty close up spot to the race so I grabbed a rock and as the horses were coming down the final stretch, I chucked it out as hard as I could onto the track. Much to my delight, the favorite of the race and the former Kentucky Derby winner, Barbaro goes down neighing like a little bitch.

Brock walks around to the horse stables and laughs a little bit.

Brock: And poor Barbaro, i just intended to take him out of the race and piss off a lot of old gambling men. However, it seems this poor horse may never race again. A Stallion fallen by Brock Goodman.

Fitting isn't it?

However, it seems that I am being called upon to take out another Stallion. The main event of the next Turmoil I come one step closer to becoming the first WPW Champion. And now a message for my opponent, Stallion.

Listen up Mr. Ed, I know your going to cut a promo after me saying how dominant you are, and how I'm going to lose and yadda, yadda, yadda. But here's an idea and it will save us both some time and energy. You could just admit defeat at my hands and retire from the sport. Because we all know what happens to Stallions when they retire, they get put out to stud.

It seems like you might enjoy that more than the ass kicking i will deliver anyway.

But, if you choose to go through with this match, it will be time to put this Stallion...to sleep.

[HBK619]

The scene opens inside the Stallion’s home. The camera pans over to a lone recliner, with the Stallion laying back. His eyes are closed, with the sunglasses over them.

Stallion: Just when everything started to go right, everything went wrong.

The Stallion sits up in his chair. He stares down at the table below. A newspaper clipping is torn out and highlighted. In big bold print reads:

“WPW officials are trying to pin the blame on The Stallion”

The Stallion picks up the paper, and reads it over and over again.

The Final rating for Tuesday Night Turmoil is in, and it appears that although The
Stallion defeated Jamie Parker in the main event, not many people saw it happen...

TNT pulled in it's lowest rating in history, which is not what WPW officials were
hoping for after booking a unique show in a rodeo arena. The show's ratings
started out strong, showing initial fan interest, but by the time the main event came
around the audience just wasn't there. WPW officials are trying to pin the blame on
The Stallion, suggesting opening the show with shots of him in Sex Ed. hurt the
final product, but looking closer at the numbers most fans stayed through the end
of the first match, and started tuning out after the second and third match ups.

Does this mean a de-push for The Stallion? Probably not, but with him in the main event again this week, it'll be
interesting to see what the numbers show, and if it was bad matches preceding the main event, bad booking, or if
The Stallion just isn't over as a fan favorite.

The Stallion lets the clipping drop to the floor. It drifts from side to side, turning over, and landing with the picture of the Stallion meeting the real Stallion eye to eye

Stallion: I’ve gone back to being a joke. Now even if I win the matches, I’m a loser…

What else do I need to do?

I gave it my all last time, but I’m still the reason everything is horrible. Because I got sent into a clinic to clean up my act, people left the show. It’s not booking or arena problems: it’s me

My best isn’t good enough

What’s left for me to do out there? I’m not undefeated like Brock Goodman, I’m not some extreme religious figure like The One, Hell, I’m not even some gangster like Don Carlito. What do I have to offer?

Do I need to burst into the ring on a horse to get approval? Or use as many vulgar words as possible? Do a run-in a attack someone the crowd hates? Whatever happened to just getting support for being the better man?

It’s my fault

I’m making this company lose money. People are tuning out because they don’t like me. Now why don’t they like me? Am I just boring people to tears? Do I not have the right talent?

The Stallion jumps off his recliner. He grabs underneath the table, and flips it over. The glass shatters, with pieces flying off in every direction. The Stallion looks back down at the remains of the floor, with glass everywhere. As he scans the broken pile, his eyes stop cold. He stares into the picture, locking into his own eyes. Stallion picks up the picture, with the words blaring overhead

blame on The Stallion

The Stallion keeps staring, until the words are nothing more than a blur. He closes his eyes, and lets the picture float back down to the ground. The clipping falls, and gets impaled on a glass shard. The picture’s eyes are pierced. The holes fill red from the floor below. The Stallion just keeps staring into the cold, red eyes of his picture.

Stallion: I’m just not good enough. What else do I have to do?

A tear rolls down the Stallion’s cheek. He turns his head to the side, trying to cover it up. As he turns his head, he sees another part of the clipping he hadn’t noticed before.

in the main event again this week

The Stallion picks his head up, and the thoughts slowly come to him.

Stallion: I’ve got my second chance. Brock Goodman next week in the main event. If anyone can make me look good, it’s him. I go out there and give it my all against Goodman. If I win I win, if I lose I lose.

I don’t care about the outcome of my match. What I want is to prove my worth. If half the fan base want to just stop caring because I’m in the main event, well then to hell with them. For the ones who want to stick around and give me a chance, it will damn sure be worth it.

You can’t half-ass the main event, and you can’t half-ass against a guy like Brock Goodman. I go out there, and I give WPW the best damn main event possible. I prove all the doubters, the officials who want to blame me, and all of those who turned their back on the kid from Texas, just you wait for what I have in store for next week.

The Stallion picks up the clipping. He tears off several little pieces, making each rip precise. He heads into the back of the room, and picks up a piece of tape. He sticks the paper onto the mirror. The Stallion stares into the clipping. He takes a deep breath, and seems to have control of himself. Then, out of nowhere, Stallion slams his fist against the mirror. The floor is now completely covered in glass, both the table and mirror. But the clipping remains in place, with the mirror behind it all gone. The Stallion walks away from the paper. The camera zooms in to read the torn words

Blame.. The Stallion

The Stallion takes his seat back on the recliner, gently rocking himself back and forth in the chair. He grabs his necklace for good luck, and takes several deep breaths

Stallion: Come on old friend, I need all the luck I can get for my next show.

[Mike Adams]

Brock Goodman is shown walking along a busy street with cars speeding past him. He has his head down and is shaking his head a bit as New York drivers are screaming at him to get off the road.

Brock: You know I thought I could respect you Stallion. I did, you seem to be a hard worker and you're a sexual deviant to boot. All this I can respect, but you had to go and show your true colors.

See Stallion, you have what I would like to call the A-rod complex. Look at these morons driving past me, these are New York City drivers, and I'm guessing about 85% of them are Yankee fans. You see Yankee fans are very fickle about certain things such as Alex Rodriguez.

You see Alex Rodriguez is a lot like you Stallion, you both seem to have obvious skills in your respected professions, but fans will turn on you the second after they cheer you. Stallion, I'm going to be frank, no one cares about your problem with sexual harassment. Leave that for the Virginity Killer Randy Orton. As far as I'm concerned that was the main issue with the ratings for last week's show.

But anyway I'm getting off track, you see the problem with A-rod is that he reads all these stories about how the New York media thinks he sucks. He hears the fans booing at Yankee Stadium. And he hears all this and he thinks about it too much and that's when he commits errors, that's when he strikes out in clutch situations. I believe you also have that problem Stallion.

Do you know why I'm undefeated? I don't give a fuck about these people. Cheer me or boo me, I could honestly care less. All I want to do is go out in that ring and cause pain and suffering to anyone else in it regardless if they are my partner or my opponent. That's why I'm undefeated. You, however, care about their reactions to you. You care about the fan base. You care about the ratings. That is your major downfall Stallion. Once you lose focus on your job at hand, that's when your work begins to suffer.

However, if that still is your concern as you don't seemed to be too bothered with losing to me, I will guarantee you something about our match this week.

Brock picks up a nearby cinder block and tosses it in the center of the ring as a huge five car pile up ensues across 4 lanes going in the north and south direction as the cars keep piling up. Brock laughs and continues to walk down the street.

Brock: Everyone slows down to watch someone else get destroyed...so our match will get you your precious ratings. But, for now My Little Pony....sleep.

[HBK619]

The Stallion is sitting in his home. He turns on the TV, with CNN blaring across the screen

”In a bizarre twist, a five car pile-up occurred today on 25th street as local drivers attempted to avoid a cinder block which was randomly thrown in the street. A search is underway for the cause of this accident”

The Stallion turns off the television, and laughs to himself

Stallion: So I’m A-Rod now? I don’t really follow basketball, but I’m going to guess that’s a bad thing.

Goodman, whether you like it or not, you need a response from the fans. See I learned some things a long time ago: I learned to look down into the back of people’s minds. So I do know how you think…

The people boo you, and you eat it all up. But what happens when you get total silence? Go ahead and yell out “I don’t care” But you do. The moment people stop reacting to you, the game gets boring.

The fans can boo me, they can cheer me, as long as they get up on their feet and show something, my job is done.

This Tuesday, I’ll let your reactions speak louder than words.

I’m stronger than you are Brock. Sure, you can hurl a cinder block into the middle of a busy street. And you get a good laugh from watching the people squirm in fear. But I promise you, you can’t handle the biggest pressure of all: nothing

Would it be so fun causing that big pile-up if nobody cared enough to respond? Would you feel the same way if everyone just brushed it off, showing they were completely unfazed? Don’t lie to me Brock: I know when you’re lying…

Once we get into that ring, you’ve got a whole new element in your hands. No longer people who don’t show up you can squash in 3 seconds. What you’ve got is a man focused on only one goal: giving the crowd what it wants.

So go ahead. Claim I need the crowd to support me. Say I can’t do anything without support. Shout out that my weakness is caving in to the people. Just remember this one little thing: What the people want, I give to them. And what the people want is to see me break your undefeated streak. And I guess I have to do what they want right? Thanks for the motivation. I’ll see you in the ring

[Mike Adams]

Brock Goodman is standing alone atop a building trying to avoid police cars given the circumstances of earlier in the day.

Brock: Heh, so I see you've enjoyed my handiwork Stallion. Good, I do enjoy watching other people getting a good laugh out of stranger's misfortunes.

However, as far as our match goes, I'm glad to see that you are taking this seriously now. Do you know why you are Stallion? I do. It's because you know I'm better than you, you know I have a better track record, you know I'm more cunning, and in case you haven't be able to figure it out by now, I am definitely more ruthless.

Despite the fact that my competition has been less than stellar, I have still prevailed. You see Stallion, you claim to have insight into your opponents minds, well anyone can spew a bunch of psychobabble they heard while jerking off to promiscuous teens on the Dr. Phil show.

Brock stares up at the sky with the hot sun beaming down on him, as he looks down very suddenly.

Brock: Although maybe you're right Stallion. Maybe this is just a desperate cry for attention, maybe I do relsih in the fact that the fans boo me whenever I decimate an opponent.

Brock smiles and chuckles to himself.

Brock: ........Or maybe, I am just a sick mother fucker who would torture you in an empty arena just as easily as a packed Tokyo Dome in Japan. That sounds like an awfully big risk you are willing to take Stallion, because whether those idiots in the fans are there or not...our match will happen, and I will win. You can rest assured that I know exactly what i'm stepping into...but you have no fucking idea what I'm capable of if you try and upset me.

So Stallion, before you reply to this....if you reply to this, just ask yourself how far are you willing to go for a man who doesn't give a flying fuck whether or not you walk out of Tuesday Night Turmoil. But Stallion for now....sleep.

[HBK619]

Stallion: How dare you Brock Goodman. First off, it’s Oprah, not Dr. Phil

So you claim to be a sick motherfucker with nothing to lose huh? Well that’s where you’re wrong. You’ve got a lot to lose. Here, let me show you from what I did learn on Dr. Phil.

The camera pulls back to show the Stallion inside a large kitchen/dining room. The Stallion enters the dining room, where a game of Jenga has been set up.

Stallion: So this tower represents your career. It stands strong, firm. Solid future ahead of you. But let’s take away a block representing, oh I don’t know, a bruised knee after getting in the ring with me.

The Stallion removes one block

See, nothing to bad. Time heals all wounds. But let’s say that on Tuesday, I bruise both your kneecaps?

The Stallion takes another piece away

Not quite as strong, but you’re still hanging on. Now let’s say, just for example, that in the match, you for some reason or another suffer from a broken arm. That’s a bit more extreme than a few bruised kneecaps right? Maybe that’s worth two

The Stallion takes two blocks away. The tower shakes a bit, but remains in place.

But maybe it’s not just bruised kneecaps. Maybe I just lose control and break both of your legs.

The Stallion takes two more blocks away. The tower is rocking back and forth, but finds its balance.

And the last thing you’ve got to hold onto is your undefeated streak. Once I pin you to the mat this Tuesday, that record is no more.

The Stallion pulls another piece away. The tower finally tumbles over to the ground

Wait, what happened to your amazing career? Why did it fall over like that? I thought it was rock solid. All I did was put some obstacles in the way, and your career was over. Funny thing. Maybe we should try something else.

The Stallion walks into the kitchen. A dozen eggs lay on the counter.

You remember these commercials right? How this egg is your brain

The Stallion cracks the egg into the frying pan

This is your brain on drugs? Man, those really got to me as a kid. But I think I’ve heard of an even better one.

The Stallion holds an egg up

This is Brock Goodman

The Stallion puts the egg on the counter. He walks into the back. He comes back with a baseball bat in hand. He picks the egg up, and tosses it into the air

This is Brock Goodman after the Stallion faces him

The Stallion swings the baseball bat. The egg shatters into millions of pieces. Egg yolk decorates the table

Sure, call me on my cliches. Just letting you know you’ve got a lot more to lose than I do

[Mike Adams]

Brock Goodman is walking around a toy store browsing through the board game aisle. Brock looks longingly at several of the games as children look very scared as Brock walks through the aisle.

Brock: It seems the young Stallion seems to be running out of ideas because of his fear of Brock Goodman, he has resorted to using a child's play thing to prove his point.

Well Mr. Rocking Horse, two can play that game. But first let's take a little stroll down memory lane shall we?

Brock grabs a copy of Monopoly.

Brock: Oh Monopoly, I loved this game before the accident...I always chose the wheelbarrow, good times. Let me guess you took the horse...if you were even smart enough to play this game.

Brock tosses that game aside and reaches up and grabs the game of Life.

Brock: Ah Life, now this was a classic around my house. You start from college graduation, get married, get a job, a house, have a couple of kids and retire rich. Sounds like the perfect life, at least that's how it always played out for me. You probably ended up with three different wives and about 20 kids didn't you Stallion? Such a shame.

Brock tosses Life on the floor and stops when he sees a copy of Jenga.

Brock: Ah, Jenga...this was what you referenced in regards to my career wasn't it? This simple tower of wooden blocks was what you used to sum up my entire livelihood. Let me ask you a question Stallion...is this it? Is this really what you think of my career?

Do you think I'm a fucking joke? That this shit is all a giant game?

Brock slams the game of Jenga on the floor as the box breaks open and pieces and children scatter everywhere.

Brock: You'd better get fucking serious about this Stallion! Wrestling is my life, it is not a fucking game, it's not a cute metaphor that you can try and appease your jail bait girlfriends with, it is just my passion damnit! So you try and mock my career by thinking you will even have the slightest fucking impact on the legacy I plan on leaving in this business, well you thought wrong!

And this is one thing I want you to think of Stallion, look into my eyes.

The camera zooms in on Brock's face as he looks absolutely crazed.

Brock: This is the face of the man who now owns your career. At Tuesday Night Turmoil, I will decide your fate, I will decide how you leave the ring. Whether it be under your own power, on a stretcher, or in a God damned bodybag...the choice will be mine and not yours Stallion. But rest assured, you will fall to Brock Goodman. Not because of statistics or strength or even fan support, you will fall to me for simply one reason...you can't beat me.

So when you are looking up at those lights long after the referee has counted you down for three counts, you will be the one with egg on your face.

A toy store employee comes up to Brock and politely asks him to leave. Brock walks through the crowd of frightened children and parents and leaves the store.

Toy store employee: God, what a nut job...but it's my break and after 6 long hours here I could use a nap so for now, sleep.

Brock is walking outside the toy store still furious as he hears the employee.

Brock: Fucking bastard stole my line.

[HBK619]

The Stallion walks inside a toy store late at night. He sees several Jenga pieces spread out on the floor. He picks one up, and looks at it. Stallion takes off his sunglasses, and a polite smile grazes his face

Stallion: It’s one of those things where I do believe I told you so…

You’re cracking up Brock. I’ve got to you. You just proved it to me by trying to take out a toy game.

The Stallion glances down at the pieces of game on the floor. He slowly sifts through them with his foot

That one was your kneecap. Oh and that one was your broken arm. Oh, and my favorite: your defeat

The Stallion walks into an aisle of the store

Well, doesn’t this look familiar? The Board Game section. I can’t help but figure you left some out in your little trip through memory lane.

The Stallion picks up Battleship

Now this was a game. I remember just patiently finding my target, and knocking them out one by one. Great learning tool in case I want to sink a naval fleet. Maybe you didn’t mention that game because all you’ve got is aggression, so you probably just punched through the divider board, hoping to hit something

The Stallion continues to walk by and picks up Candyland

Ok, I have to be honest: This was my favorite. Come on, who doesn’t love Candyland? I know it has a soft spot in that emptiness you call a heart Brock. I guess you didn’t bring it out because you couldn’t make some horse joke.

Yes, you’re right. I am the name of a type of horse. How witty of you to bring this up like it’s negative and
your only insult.

The Stallion keeps the Candyland box, and heads for the checkout. As he walks by, he comes across Jenga

Wow, our old friend. Who knew that a little game could strike fear into such an aggressive man like Brock Goodman.

Yes I do find it to be a joke. I find you to be a joke. And yes, this is one pretty big game for me.

See I took the time to reflect on myself. At first, I was blaming myself for lowering ratings. Then it dawned on me: It’s not my fault. I moved on. I found myself, and I liked what I saw.

Look at yourself Brock. You’re letting some simple tower get the best of you. They say sticks and stones by break my bones, but names will never hurt me. Metaphors are just names Brock, they can’t hurt you…

The Stallion puts Candyland and Jenga on the checkout counter. The Cashier rings up his order. Stallion pays, and is about to walk out. He looks down at Jenga…

…But I can

[HBK619]

The Stallion is seen in his home. An empty Jenga box is on the table. Pieces of block are spread all over the table as well. He has a tower built nearly ten stories high in blocks.

Stallion: Damn Brock, I didn't think my little tower would be that scary. It damn near shut you up for an entire day, a record if I do say so myself. Still thinking of ways to turn my board game into a horse reference?

See, a while back I built your tower. It stood strong, but collapsed under all that pressure. But it got me thinking: What about my career? How does my tower look? Well, here we are.

The Stallion gestures toward the building in front of him. It looks identical to the one built before for Brock Goodman

See, I've taken some hits. Some pretty big ones. I lost my very first match, so my undefeated streak is over before it started

The Stallion removes a block

I've had my fair share of nagging injuries in the past

The Stallion removes one block. He then slowly takes away another. The tower still stands firm

And to really top it off, I'm seen as some form of ratings bust. The people just don't want to tune in to see me. That's worth at least four

The Stallion, one by one, takes the blocks away. At this point, Brock's fell over, but this tower barely seems phased

Isn't that just odd? By now you would think it would have tumbled over, crashing into a million pieces of rejection and tears. But it stays firm. I wonder why.

It's because I've got a secret

The Stallion reaches under the table, and grabs something. He doesn't pull it up right away, and continues talking

See, when you take those hits, eventually you'll come crashing down. That's the way you're built Brock. Too much punishment, and it's lights out for you. But I'm different

With my tower, no matter how much you do, it will always stay strong. You want to know why? Because I'm a fighter. I'm not the strongest one, or the fastest one, but I'm the one with the most heart. No matter how much you try to beat me, I'll just get better, stronger, faster, skilled. Try as you may, there is nothing you can do to defeat my heart

And what better way to represent "heart" in "my career" than a tower which forever stands strong

The Stallion pulls out hte object: a hot-glue gun

Too damn hard getting the pieces to fall down when they stick together, isn't it Brock?

The Stallion continues to busily glue the pieces of his tower together

[Mike Adams]

A day or so after Stallion violated several young females at the toy store Brock Goodman pulls up to the same toy store in his Diablo.

Brock: Wow, I'm impressed Stallion it seems you really seem to want this title, don't you? I bet you're wondering why it's taken me so long to respond to you. To be honest, I don't have to explain my actions, but I will to ease your tender soul. Honestly, the reason I haven't responded until now, is quite simply because I didn't really feel there was anything to respond to. Then yesterday I saw another lame ass promo from you and I realized something.

Goodman steps out of his car and slams the door and begins to walk towards the toy store.

Brock: You are getting quite desperate. They say desperate men do desperate things, well when you are so insecure with yourself that you feel the need to rig a board game with a hot glue gun...that to me screams desperation. Oh now what the hell is this shit?

Brock gets to the door of the now mobbed toy store. Brock tries to get through the door but people keep shoving him backwards. Brock shoves one of the employees against the wall.

Brock: What the hell is going on here?

Employee: Hey I was warned about you, I can't let you in the store.

Brock: Warned? What the hell are you talking about?

Brock tosses the red-shirted employee to the side.

Brock: One side, red! Let me through I want to know what all the fuss is.

Brock shoves his way through children and parents with several fathers trying to stop them but back off after Brock glares right through them. As Brock gets to the front of the line he starts to shake his head. A sign to the right reads:


Today only PCW Superstars "Unstoppable" Mike Adams and former PCW Women's Champion Jess Edwards!

Brock: You've got to be fucking kidding me....

Adams and Jess stand up as Adams has Jess sit down as Brock stares a hole through him.

Adams: I take it you're not here for an autograph...

Brock: Hardly, I actually came here to cut a promo on some little dog and pony show, but you seem to have this area occupied.

Adams: Now, wait a minute...I only have about 20 minutes left here, how about you just hang out til then and then you can cut your promo.

(to everyone) Hey folks who wouldn't like WPW undefeated superstar Brock Goodman to join us for a little bit!

The fans start screaming as if led by lemmings whenever Adams addresses them.

Brock: I'm not exactly a people person...

Adams: Oh just sit down and sign some shit.

As people come and go Mike and Brock continue talking while Jess looks a little freaked out.

Adams: So who are you facing anyway?

Brock: This little tool called Stallion.

Adams: Stallion? Are you kidding me?

Brock: No, why?

Adams: Well let's just say...I've met him before.

Brock: Really? When?

Adams: Do you remember that rinky dink federation Xtreme Pro Wrestling?

Brock: XPW? I heard a rumbling of it on PWI why?

Adams: Well he didn't take too kindly to me over there so I had to shut him up.

Brock: So you had a match with him then?

Adams: Oh yeah, he was pretty much a pushover. A scared little man afriad of his own abilities so he tried to compensate by cutting repetitve promo after repetitive promo.

Brock: Sounds like he hasn't changed much.

Adams: So he still has non-sensical promos using metaphors just justify his own opinions about he thinks he is better than everyone else?

Brock: Pretty much. He seems to care about the fans a lot as well.

Adams: Yeah, he had that problem back then as well.

Brock: Problem? Seems like you are a bit of a hypocrite Adams.

Adams: Hey man, I'm still trying to pay off the damage that was done when my house burned down...that shit ain't cheap. Fucking former tag partners...

Brock: Heh, I see what you mean. So any advice on how to best Black Beauty?

Adams: Well first....the horse references....those are great keep them up. Did you use My Little Pony yet?

Brock: Yeah, it was pretty good. Anything else?

Adams: Not really man, just keep doing what you're doing. I've seen your stuff and it's good. Eventually Stallion will burn himself out and wind up hanging out by the dressing rooms in the junior miss department of Filene's.

Brock: Sniffing the panties and everything?

Adams: Sounds like his M.O. Don't worry man, you seem to be just as focused as I was back then, only causing harm to people and whatnot. And you know what they say about history...

Brock: ...It tends to repeat itself.

Adams: Exactly. But, right now Brock...now have a big match, you should go home and get some sleep.

Brock: Yeah, you're probably right, thanks for the talk Adams.

Brock stands up and shakes Adams' hand and shakes Jess' hand as he exits the toy store muttering something about not being able to say his own damn catch phrase.

Jess: Why the hell were you nice to that guy, have you seen what he does in his promos?

Adams: Yes, but quite frankly he freaks me out a bit. Anyways, back to the signings!

Adams signs more autographs as Brock peels out of the parking lot running over a cat as he leaves.

[HBK619]

Stallion: You know, I convinced myself you wouldn’t have to go that low. I thought I could go an entire run of promos without you having to drag up Mike Adams.

Is that the best you can do? Have you really gone and strayed from your path so far that you need to bring up old promotions? I think we’ve seen a new low for Brock Goodman

So what is it? Metaphors too much intelligence for you? And you think you can move on in this tournament? My God, if you advance, and I mean if, JMC is gonna tear you apart. I’m third grader compared to his intellect

So you think you’re a bad ass? Anyone can walk inside a store and scare an employee. They make $5.15 an hour. They’re just happy to have contact with real people.

Everyone be afraid of Brock Adams. I mean, Mike Goodman. Damn, I had it right for a while.

And you have the nerve to attack my promo style? You, a man who only seems to do damage on objects that a two year old gets put in time out for? Oh my God, you threw a brick into the street. Somebody help, he made fun of a clerk. All tremble in front of the mighty bad-ass with only one act.

You call me repetitive, you’re entire career is a textbook. Anyone can do that kind of stuff. Watch…

The Stallion walks into a store. Just earlier, Brock Goodman tried to have sex with a castrated mule (Doesn’t make any sense. But then again, it doesn’t need to, right Brock?)

Stallion: Look at me Brock. I’m awesome. I am better than you!

The Stallion walks inside a store

Stallion: Look, never mind the fact that that you haven’t found a good comeback to my metaphors. You clearly just don’t understand them. It’s ok. You’re dumb

The Stallion enters the store. He sees in the corner a book-signing.


Come Meet Former XPW Superstar The Stallion!

Stallion: Duh…

The Stallion comes up to The Stallion, who’s sitting in his chair

Stallion: Can I help you...

Stallion: Wait, aren’t you me?

Stallion: What’s that?

Stallion: You and me are the same person!

Stallion: No we’re not. We are two completely different people

Stallion: Oh

Stallion: So what’s up?

Stallion: Nothing much. Just getting ready for my match against Brock Goodman

Stallion: Brock Goodman?

Stallion: Yeah. You know him?

Stallion: He sucks

Stallion: Is that all?

Stallion: That’s all I know

Stallion: Oh

Stallion: I mean, as long as we’re pretending to be two different people, then I don’t know much about Brock Goodman

Stallion: Ok

Stallion: Thanks for stopping by

Stallion: Thanks

The Stallion walks away with a big dumb smile on his face

Stallion: See how good I am?

The Stallion walks off



Stallion: See Brock, that’s all it takes. It takes five minutes to think the way you do.

Go ahead. Go on some big retarded rant. But first, prove me wrong and show some creative thinking on your end

[HBK619]

The Stallion is back in his home. He is inside his personal gym. Nothing much - a few barbells, a couple of benches, and a pole that extends across the top. The Stallion is working hard, training to be his best

Stallion: We've reached the 24 hour mark. Tomorrow night, all this will be worth it

You see me training for my match Brock? I've been training all week. Just a little bit more than normal. After all, this week's challenge requires a little more effort.

To play the honesty card, I knew this was going to be an uphill battle. How do you stop a man who is no more man than machine? A rapid fire opponet who will stop at nothing? Brock Goodman will be the toughrest challenge in my life

The Stallion sets his weights down, and takes a seat on a bench. He takes a hold of his lucky necklace

Stallion: You know, I said it last week, but I'll say it again. I need all the luck I can get. I could train non-stop until my entrance plays. All it'll get me is sore arms and only half of Brock's strength.

See, I'm not in my gym to get physically stronger. I'm here to push my mind to the breaking point. Being strong, fast, or ring smart doesn't mean a thing if you've got nothing left in the tank.

And that's how I'll get you Brock

Let's be honest again: By this point, no one is going to stop. We are going to do nothing less than kill each other in that ring. We each have put so much into this match, that losing is not an option. You know it, and I know it. This won't be some walk in the park, 3 second adventure.

We've hurled insults, we've mocked character, Hell, we've each broken our fair share of items. We feed off each other. You've brought out the best in me, and I have you

When we get into that ring Tuesday night, nothing will stop us. No 10 count, no interference, maybe even no submission can stop us from trying o beat each other

But it will end...

One of us is gonna hit the wall in our match. We'll both be physically tired, but only one will have enough mental strength to throw their arm over for a pin.

So keep up the great work. But remember where the match will truly be won

The Stallion returns to lifting weights. His mind seems focused on one goal

[Mike Adams]

Brock is sitting alone in a gym with weights all around him it seems odd that the gym is empty during this time of the day but we shall run with it.

Brock: It's getting close to the zero hour isn't it Stalion? You seem to take offense that I just happened to come across someone who has already bested you in battle...to be honest it's not that difficult. In fact with the exception of last week, I don't think I've ever seen you win a match. I guess that doesn't weigh too heavily on your soul but I digress.

You are giving me a challenge I will grant you that. When I saw my side of the bracket I put it down as an easy trip to the finals...it hans't been that. You have given me far more of a fight than I would have expected and I couldn't be happier about it.

Granted...most of your promos repeat the same thing over and over, and then you make me get repetitive by repeating that you repeat yourself over and over again. Sorry if I lost most of you there but don't worry you'll catch up. And if you haven't then just watch Stallion's last 8 promos and tell me what they have in common.

You keep saying that although you can't compare physically to me, you far surpass me intellectually. Sorry to say little filly, but this just isn't true. You I'm not that bright because I don't appreciate your little metaphors. Well honestly, I do appreciate them...they just won't do you a damn bit of good against me.

Because you see Stallion, I am not just a mindless machine set on torture and destruction. I am actually a very cold, very calculating man, who will perhaps lower your expectations of my mental acumen in order to lull you into a false sense of security for this coming Tuesday night. You are actually playing right into my hands.

This Tuesday we will truly see who is this best and I'm sad to say Stallion, that we both know it will not be you. I can see the panic in your eyes. You are training for this harder than you ever have before...as well you should. but rest assured all of this crunch time in the gym and all of these frantic promos telling me how doomed I am because of your superior intellect...are all destined to fail.

You see I came here for one purpose, to end joy and to bring a cloud of darkness over all of WPW, and sad to say the only way I see that happening right now in the infancy of this federation is by claiming its top prize: the WPW Heavyweight title. Unfortunately for you my friend Flicka, that road to glory goes directly through you. And that's exactly what i will do to Stallion. I will go straight through you.

So I'm sure you are training hard, and maybe you will go back to not being in the main event so the pressure is taken off of you and your precious fans. But keep this in mind, at this Turmoil...you're last main event in a long time, when you are looking up at the lights after being absolved from your sins...remember that then, and only then will it be time for you to.......sleep.

Brock walks over to the steam room where muffled screams can be heard from inside as Brock cranks the heat up and breaks the handle off. Brock chuckles a bit to himself and leaves the gym as the windows begin to fog up from inside.

[HBK619]

Stallion: If that’s the way you see it Brock, then be my guest. But please don’t deny that you as well have been training extra hard for this encounter.

We both have been working our brains out to beat each other. Yes, both of us.

You haven’t even so much as felt the need to go further against any other opponent. I’m the only one you’ve felt the urge to say something against.

Tell me: If I’m so weak, why do you need to keep saying it? Are you trying to convince me, or are you trying to convince yourself?

By the third or fourth time, I get it. You think I’m weak. I depend too much on the fans to support me. You don’t care at all. That’s what makes you better

By the fifth and sixth time, the story seems to change. I’ve got your message, and I know what you think. There’s no other reason to stay on that level.

Brock, I don’t want to have to repeat myself, but sometimes I feel like I have to because you don’t seem to get the point. If you want to group into some pile of your average, everyday, throwaway wrestlers, that’s your call. Just tell me why I appear to sparkle in that pile

Go ahead and admit it Brock. It took everyone else only a few responses to realize you see a real threat in me. If you truly weren’t worried, you’d just laugh me off and move on. But you didn’t do that

You kept mentioning how awesome you are, and how I rely on the people, and that I’m weak. Fine then. See you Tuesday, because when I beat you and pin you to the mat, all that time you spent trying to convince yourself will be useless

[Mike Adams]

Brock Goodman arrives to the arena uncharacteristically early as Amy White runs up to him.

Amy: Brock! Brock! Can I get a word?

Brock: Amy, I'd love to chat...but I'm through talking. Tonight, my actions will speak louder than words.

Amy: No more thoughts on The Stallion?

Brock: Honestly, at this point it doesn't really matter what I think of him. I know you and him have....history of sorts, but tonight he will be laid to rest and the penultimate of Brock Goodman's ascension to the WPW Title will be complete.

Amy: Ok then, so are you here to train early?

Brock: No actually, I think I'll catch a quick cat nap.

Amy: So, for now, sleep?

Brock: Now you're catching on.

Brock rolls his suitcase towards the locker rooms as we pan out.