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| Topic Started: Aug 6 2010, 02:32 AM (88 Views) | |
| Eddie_Rowan | Aug 6 2010, 02:32 AM Post #1 |
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I began to realize two things after this past Overdrive. One: that this whole stable-feud was getting FAR out of hand, and two: Derek Damage isn’t just blowing smoke when he talks about changing the way the company is run. Everyone wrote the man off when he first reemerged because, let’s face it, he was never one to take seriously in the past. Something is very different now, though, and I can’t say it’s an improvement. Like it or not, he’s the owner and he calls the shots, and nobody, not even Baines can keep him from what he wants. That being said, he seemed completely uninterested in the company and saw fit to leave it to its own devices for so long in the past, so there must be some reason for his sudden renewed interest, and I have some questions for the big boss… It is a cool summer morning in Connecticut as Eddie Rowan stands outside of the three-storey CZW headquarters building. The building itself is in excellent condition, having been fully renovated since CZW’s bounce-back from financial disaster. We look over the gray-painted structure, lingering on a large plaque that reads ‘Combat Zone Wrestling Home Offices’ before panning around to Eddie who stands with his hands in his pockets, looking the building over. He wears a pair of baggy black shorts, dark shoes and black socks pulled up almost to the knee and an Accidents in Archery t-shirt. His hair has been recently cut a bit so that it doesn’t hang in his face so much anymore, though it is still fairly unkempt. Exhaling a long breath, he starts inside, passing through the revolving door at the entrance. He passes by several employees, each of whom greet or acknowledge his presence as if he was just another one of them, and indeed, he had spent quite a bit of time in recent months working with these very people. A brief elevator ride takes him to the top floor, a wide, nicely furnished lobby with several offices running along the sides. Straight ahead is a large set of double-doors with a nameplate beside it that reads ‘Derek Damage, CZW Owner and CEO.’ The doors are currently open and inside the owner himself sits at a lavish desk in a large, expensive looking chair. Even from this distance, Eddie can tell that Derek hardly resembles the owner that everyone remembers. Taking another breath, he heads towards the office. He knocks on the open door to announce his arrival and, without looking up from his computer screen, Derek gestures to one of the other, less elaborate chairs on the opposite side of the desk, in which Eddie seats himself. -Derek Damage- “You’re late.” -Eddie- “I’m a procrastinator, what can I say?” Damage glances up at him momentarily, a cold, humorless look on his face. -Derek Damage- “I know why you’re here, but my decision is final. Both Knox Harper and Bryan McNally were meant to serve as examples to not only your little factions, but to the rest of the locker room as well.” -Eddie- “You couldn’t just suspend them instead? Did you really have to just fire them completely?” Derek sits back, turning his attention fully to Eddie now, lacing his fingers and resting his hands on his desk. -Derek Damage- “I COULD have, yes. I’m the owner. I COULD have done anything I wanted. Perhaps if they were two other, more valuable, more dependable people, then yes, I might have let them off light with a suspension, but those two are prime examples of exactly what is wrong with CZW right now. They represent a symbol of why I came back to take charge.” Eddie quirks an eyebrow, a slightly confused look on his face. In addition, he seems to be growing more and more agitated. -Eddie- So you, the ‘owner’ of CZW, decide to come back and throw everything into chaos just because you don’t like a few of the guys, huh? Well *I* don’t like a few of the guys either, but you don’t see me trying to get them removed. I think-“ Suddenly and without warning, Derek lunges out of his seat, slamming his hands on the desk as he leans over it menacingly, glaring at Eddie with a wild-eyed stare, the sudden outburst silencing his guest. -Derek Damage- “STOP. Do NOT think! If I want your input, I will ask you for it, but in the meantime you listen and you listen well, Rowan. There was a time when it suited me to look like a fool on television, to sacrifice myself for the good of this company. I did so with intent to groom this company into the greatest federation ever. I sacrificed my money, my integrity…my LIFE to ensure this company would endure in my absence and once I left, what happened? The people I left in charge of it all passed the buck on down the line and abandoned ship. And unless I’m mistaken, that includes YOU.” Damage pauses a moment, both calming himself and letting the weight of his words settle in. He slowly sinks back into his chair, willing his anger under control, continuing on once he has done so. -Derek Damage- “The time has come to show the world what Derek Damage is truly like. CZW nearly died from the cancer that took root once before, and I’ll be DAMNED if I let it happen a second time. From now on, CZW runs by MY rules. If that means firing a pair of undependable hacks on the spot, then so be it. If it means firing an accomplished trio who can’t seem to understand that their place in the company is where *I* want it to be, then so be it. And Rowan…if it means firing someone who isn’t smart enough to keep their mouth shut and remember THEIR place…so be it. If you know what’s best for you, you’ll re-evaluate your priorities. This little ‘war’ of yours has been going on for long enough, not to mention all of the collateral damage. You ALL have until Hatewave to settle this, or I will take matters into my own hands.” Damage sits back more comfortably in his chair, his posture is relaxed but the glare in his eyes remains. -Derek Damage- “Now if there is nothing else, please kindly get out of my sight.” Eddie sits in stunned silence, almost seeming to be unaware of himself as he rises and shuffles from the room. Derek turns his chair around, gazing out the large balcony window as Eddie moves into the hall, still shocked at the commanding demeanor displayed by the man who was, for so long, considered a joke on television. Holy. Shit. Is he for real? Was he just putting on an act that whole time? I guess he would have to have been. It’s a lot easier for a bad-ass to act like a convincing idiot than the other way around. I can see that he’s getting even more obsessed now, which means the worst is probably still to come. Right now, though, I have other matters to worry about. Time for a little travelling… The scene fades to black and then re-opens in a secluded area in the woods, with the CZW logo at the bottom of the screen telling us that this is an official promo. The area in which we find ourselves is a large, wide open area that is covered in ash and burnt debris, and after a few moments we realize that it is the charred remains of Le Mansion de Agoni, the old BA hang-out. -Eddie- “This is where I should say something profound like how you can burn something that holds memories but you can’t destroy the memories themselves.” We pan back almost 180 to see Eddie sitting on his haunches, poking around in the ash with a stick. He is similarly dressed as before, now wearing a Corrosion of Conformity shirt and a CZW beanie hat. Shrugging he tosses the stick into the dirt, standing back up and wiping his hands on his shorts. -Eddie- “This is where I say that you can destroy our house but you can’t destroy our bond or some crap like that. To be honest, I’m just not feeling that poetic today. Jacob Havok, I want you to know that you’re right in a lot of ways. I am a hypocrite. It’s a flaw that I’m convinced all humans share. I’m not making excuses, I’m just telling it like it is. I don’t blame you for having the trust issues you have, but you’re lashing out at the wrong guys. That cage must’ve really messed with your head, but I have a feeling that the biggest factor in poisoning your mind was Lauren. But that’s neither here nor there. I’m not looking to cure you of your madness or ‘save’ you. You’ve got Kirkland for that. What I’m here to do is tell you that this little skirmish has gone too far. And, since the only way to really end it is going to be at Hatewave, it falls on me to kick YOUR ass and give Team BA the advantage so that we can finally put Useless Aggression down once and for all.” Eddie slips his hands into his pockets, pacing through the wreckage. -Eddie- “You see, Jake, I’m tired of this whole ‘we beat you guys up one week, you beat us up the next’ cycle because, let’s be honest, it’s not getting us anywhere besides the emergency room. I didn’t become a wrestler so that I could piss my career away over petty grievances and disputes. I came to be successful and entertain the fans. Now, while this feud is most likely entertaining the masses, it’s not really equating to any certain level of success, especially since neither side wants to let the other have the last word.” Eddie pauses, something at his feet catching his eye. He reaches down and pulls something from the ash, pondering over it and dusting it off with his fingers, a slight grin crossing his face. -Eddie- “We’ll have our fight and we’ll settle the score as it were, though to be honest, that’s another thing that you’re far more obsessed with than I. I don’t need to prove I’m better than you, Jakey. I never have. You’re a great wrestler, and you always have been. If beating me again will make you feel better, then great. Unfortunately I don’t intend to make it any sort of easy for you, so good luck. And after this match, the War Games will settle this blood feud and we can all go on with our lives. Yeah, it’s getting to the point where I don’t even mind. You see, what you’re angry about is nothing but a name. ‘Beautiful Agony’ as you’ve grown to hate it is just a pair of words put together to try and describe something greater. Sure, it’s a bit too emo for my tastes, but hey, like I said. It’s just a name. You win the match, you get the name. But it won’t change who I am. It won’t change who Mike is. It sure as hell won’t change who Johnny and Brian are. It’s not going to change who we are to eachother. And even though you seem to think otherwise, it won’t do a damn thing to change you, either. All you’re doing right now Jake, is setting yourself up for another fall. Remember what I said, buddy. Quit hiding behind the mask.” Eddie tosses the object he has found to the feet of the camera man, the shot panning down to focus on an old, scorched picture frame showing the original incarnation of Beautiful Agony of Eddie, Jacob, Mike and Tatum. -Eddie- “Bouche.” |
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