Jimmy Ice vs. Bobby Money

[Ben Zenith]

Important Note: The rules for all pay per view events is that there is a Three Roleplay/Promo Limit for each person in every match. As we believe that the pay per views here is a time when everyone can show their best work. The deadline for promos is March 14, 2008 At 11:59 P.M. The show will be posted March 18, 2008 At 11:59 P.M. (hopefully ;D). Any questions, please PM me.



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Al: Ladies and gentlemen, since day one, the New Society Leader, "Big Time" Bobby Money has been obsessed with "Iron Man" Jimmy Ice. By order of Ms. Hannah Heatherson, These two men will face one another, one on one, and as we mentioned, it will be for the NBA MAJOR LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! I personally hope that IRON MAN shuts up Bobby's BIG TIME mouth, once and for all! THIS MATCH IS A POSSIBLE SHOW STEALER!

[Big Time]

Bobby: What a pleasant evening it is.


The scene fades in. Bobby Money is seen mingling in an upscale event, surrounded by other well known socialites. Classical music is heard playing in the near background. It is Beethoven Symphony No. 9. Bobby Money is seen dressed in a simple, yet elegant, black tuxedo, and holding a glass of Martini.


As charismatic as he appears with the crowd, it is evident that even his "type" of people do not seem to keen in having him there. They know the things he has done. They know what he is capable of doing to the first sorry soul who crosses his path. However, it doesn't phase him. Bobby Money has learned over the years that, "Fear is a reaction to someone with power." And besides, he likes it that way.


At the corner of his eyes he spots an NBA camerman at a distance, who zooms in on him. Bobby's smile appears to go from ear to ear. He knows exactly what to say, and who to say it to.


Bobby: Hey there, misfits. It's your favorite rich boy here, "Bigtime" Bobby Money. Now I know what you're thinking. Right now you're thinking, "Damn I wish I could be like you, Bigtime!" I know that those are the words that come from poor old Jimmy's mouth. Well, you should get over it! Because you will never be as gifted and as talented as I am. You will never be as rich as I am. And you most definitely will never....be as better looking as I am.


Bobby's laughter can be heard throughout the entire room. He pauses for a moment, takes a sip of his drink, sets it down on a tray, and once again, looks towards the camera.


Bobby: But enough with the small talk. Let's get down to the nitty gritty, shall we? In about a week, at NBA Resurgence, I will be competing against a man that I honestly have no problem hating, and an even less problem defeating, Jimmy Ice. Now when I say, "...less problem defeating," Don't get me wrong, this will in no means be a cakewalk for Bobby Money. I expect the Iron Man to bring his best. I expect to have one hell of a fight in my hands. However, in return, Jimmy should already know by now that I am no stroll in the park either. Iron Man will be facing the best that "Big Time" Bobby Money has to offer. And my best will always surpass his.


What I simply mean, is that when I finally get my hands on Jimmy Ice, I will have no remorse whatsoever to what I am going to do to him. Believe me, it will be something he has never seen before. Believe it or not, all I have been doing these past few months, is testing the Iron Man. In my opinion, the Iron Man has failed. You see, I have plans for the NBA in the near future, and I will not tolerate any interference. It crossed my mind that Jimmy Ice might have been a threat to those plans, but I see that he isn't. All I see is a man that has been blinded the fame, and the adoration of the fans. All I see is a man blinded by rage. He doesn't even know the difference between friend or foe.


Now like the good villian that I am, I am not going to reveal those "plans" I mentioned, but what I am going to say is that everything is going according to those same plans. Jimmy is no threat to me. He is no threat to The New Society. And this "obsession" that he claims I have with him is merely his way of hoping that he is worth something in my eyes. I can tell that he is finally getting a picture of what I am capable of doing when I am pissed off. But still, he has witnessed my very best. In this world, there are people you just don't mess with. Jimmy learned the hard way, that I am one of those said "People". The NBA Major League Championship is as good as mines.


A sly smirk creeps upon the face of Bobby Money. It almost seems as though, in his mind, he is recalling the recent events that occurred not very long ago, on Surge. His eyes focus onto the camera, almost as though he is looking past it, as though Jimmy was actually there.


Bobby: So how did it feel Jimmy? How did it feel to taste your own blood on national television? How did it feel to know that I hurt your precious fiancee, Missy, giving Selena an even bigger advantage in their match Sunday, and that there was absolutely nothing you could do about it? Jimmy, how does it feel to know that each time I cracked your skull with a steel chair, your grasp on the NBA Major League Championship was slipping? How does it feel to know that you laid unconscious for several minutes while The New Society kicked away at you like some dead dog that was left at the side of the road? How does it feel to know that you were incapable of doing anything about it? And, how foes it feel to know that there will be nothing that you, or anybody else for that matter, can do to prevent your loss at Resurgence? It doesn't feel to good, does it? I bet it doesn't.


I bet that even now you cringe at the sight of your own shadow. I bet that every night you kiss Missy goodnight on her bruised lips, you fear that it may very well happen again. Oh, I am a betting man Jimmy. I bet you're not, but that doesn't mean you won't lose anything. At Resurgence, I take what is left of your pride. I take what is left in your heart. I take....The NBA Major League Championship from around your waist. Jimmy, here's my advice to those that do bet....Always bet on Bobby, because I can't lose. I won't lose.


Bobby momentarily smiles, as he points towards the camera. But then suddenly, his smile turns to anger.


Bobby: Jimmy, you make me sick! You think that by bringing in Dave McIntyre, that you are going to somehow make it easier for yourself to escape the clutches of The New Society? Look at how we took care of him. Look at how we took care of Ben Zenith. I have bad news for you Jimmy. Your "Establishment" is officially closed for business. After I take care of you, I might just have to take the NBA United States Title as well. Besides, no one wants a European representing the United States. But enough about Dave.


Jimmy, I want to you to start removing your nameplate from my title. I want you to realize that you are fighting a losing battle. I want you to take a deep breath, count to three, and tell yourself the truth. Tell yourself that, "Bobby is the better man." I know that your pride will not allow you to. In your own mind, you believe yourself to be some type of legend. It is quite pathetic actually. Jimmy, you are no legend. Now, can you feel that? Can you feel how my words cause you to react? Right now as you hear me, you are already putting up the defensive wall. Right now you are about to get sloppy and react with a "I don't care" look across your sad face, when you know that the truth hurts more than a chair shot to the face. And you should know.


I want you to understand that you a fighting a losing battle. That no matter how you react, you are not going to beat me. So, which promo will it be today? Will it be the, "Jimmy and Missy" promo, where you kiss her ass to the point of vomiting? Will it be the, "Jimmy wearing shades" promo, where you try to act so cool that after a while it gets sickening, even to the fans? Or how about my favorite, the "I got a big smile on my face, even though I got my ass kicked" promo? Well, it doesn't matter what you decide to say, and it matters less as to what you decide to do. In the end, Money always wins.


What you need to do, is accept defeat like the good little loser that you are. Just be thankful that this is not for your "other" titles as well, because compared to the other so-called "challengers" you have faced, I am way over your head. In fact, when it comes to wrestling, I am your superior. Don't you ever forget that. In conclusion, you may try to ignore me. You may even try to dismiss evrything I said. But that doesn't diminish the truth. At Resurgence, you are going to have a head on collision with reality, while I face my destiny. Your reality? That you cannot beat me. My destiny? To become the NBA Major League Championship.


Just as he is about to finish speaking, two beautiful models, dressed in silver evening gowns, approach him, and place their arms around his waist, while he places his hands on the small of their backs. They seem to let off a "giggle" as he smiles at them.


Bobby: Now that's....Bigtime!


Bobby Money laughs as they walk away. The scene slowly fades to black.

End of scene.

[Ben Zenith]

Just wanted everyone to know that I am extending the deadline to March 16, at 9:00 A.M, Eastern Time. I want everyone to enjoy their time here, and not see this as work, but as something they can enjoy doing. I understand that a lot of you have been quite busy of late in the real world, and that is more than understandable. So take your time, and bring your best promos

However, we will be posting the results in the new site, hopefully, by the 20th, which is two days earlier than what we originally planned to be there, so if you haven't registered your account there, or posted your profile yet, please do so. Any comments, please PM me, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions

- Ben

[Big Time]

admin said:

Just wanted everyone to know that I am extending the deadline to March 16, at 9:00 A.M, Eastern Time. I want everyone to enjoy their time here, and not see this as work, but as something they can enjoy doing. I understand that a lot of you have been quite busy of late in the real world, and that is more than understandable. So take your time, and bring your best promos

However, we will be posting the results in the new site, hopefully, by the 20th, which is two days earlier than what we originally planned to be there, so if you haven't registered your account there, or posted your profile yet, please do so. Any comments, please PM me, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions

- Ben

Thanks Ben.

[Jimmy Ice]

Yes, thank, you very much Ben! I needed this!

[Jimmy Ice]

**The scene fades into Jimmy Ice, standing on upper level of a club, looking down at a red carpet party with a host of celebrities. Missy is with him as they mingle with the crowd. Its been a night of fun, socializing and believe it or not, some relaxation as the people in the club chat amiably and mix around. Jimmy and Missy both have been surrounded throughout the night with groups of people, chatting them up about their individual charities, what its like to be engaged and especially their matches heading into the Resurgence Pay Per View. Finally, Jimmy makes his way over to Missy to rescue her from a group of chatty rich guys as he steps in with a smile. He looks at his fiancée who breathes a sigh of relief as he makes it a point to greet each man individually. The sight of Jimmy causes the group to take on a dejected tone as Missy wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. He in turn wraps his arm around her naked shoulders, taking in the smell of her perfume with a widening grin. He looks down at his bride to be who grins back at him. Wearing the ever popular little red dress . . . and doing it better than any other girl out there, Missy’s starts half way up her thigh, hugging her curves in red silk as the dress accents her ample . . . well, you know. Finally, the top leaves her shoulders untouched as the strapless red number is accented by an extremely valuable diamond necklace and earring set, a present from Jimmy the night they were engaged. When the small group disperses, the pair takes a walk to the balcony outside, taking a corner to themselves to look at the view. They chat for a moment about their upcoming matches as Jimmy takes his suit jacket, made of black silk and wraps it around Missy’s shoulder to keep the chill off. They stand quiet for a moment before Jimmy spots the camera and smiles, nudging Missy. She glances over and smiles as well as Jimmy begins to speak.**

Jimmy: “Poor Bobby . . . not having any fans of friends sort of wears on a guy after a while. After all, when you have to talk yourself up as much as he does, the desperation tends to show through quite liberally. Hey Bobby, I have a question for you buddy. Have you ever been able to address someone without telling them how awesome your reflection looks to you? Just once, I’d like to hear something serious come from your direction. I’d like to hear something that let’s me know you’re a professional and not some hack on a never ending quest to accomplish the impossible. Let’s face it, for you, beating me is impossible. You know why you’re not credible here Bobby? Its because of how much of a clown you are. No one ever gets anything serious from you. Its all cheap insults and overdone laughing. I’ve been waiting a long time to get you into the ring one on one Bobby. You came out spitting when you told me you’re best was always better than mine. But the history books prove otherwise don’t they? Fact is, save for your attack on me outside the ring at the last show, you’ve never had anything on me. You’ve got some balls coming out and lying so blatantly. Not many guys would try and test the waters with words they and everyone else know aren’t true. So when you do it, you prove how stupid you are Bobby. What do you think it takes to beat a man like me? Let me tell you . . . it takes a hell of a lot more than you’ve got Bro. It takes more than anything you’ll ever be capable of. My Major League Title is coming home with me after the Pay Per View and there’s no arguing about that. You and your boys, you made a huge mistake coming after us. You, the Sasquatch and his dog, and the rest of the misfits that call your group theirs . . . they have no idea what they’ve done. There’s a lot going on here that you don’t grasp. Just when you think you have something all figured out, just when you think you have me all figured out, I pull the rug out from underneath you and bring your world crashing down. You spent the last how many months testing me? Spare me Bobby. All I’ve seen from you is failed attempt after failed attempt. There’s no such thing as failure on my part man. I could care less if you love me or hate me Bobby. I could care less if you think I’m worth your time or not. But the real truth here is, I know I am worth your time. I know I’ve been center stage in your mind since I got here. Don’t deny it buddy, especially since you’ve said just that on more than one occasion. You need to wake up to yourself man. You’re in for hell and you just don’t want to face it do you? I saw you at your best? Seriously? If that’s true, then I know I’ve got this locked up Bobby. I know from experience that your best is, at best, mediocre. You and your gang attacked us and left us outside the ring. We still got up Bobby. We still walked away from the whole ordeal. You’ll have to do better than that if you ever hope to have a chance of beating me of the Family.”

**Jimmy turns to look at the camera.**

“You asked me how it felt to be attacked, to be bled on national TV . . . it felt like any other day Bobby. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. But just like every time before, I get up and I come back at you. Why do you underestimate a man you know is your superior? You know what I’m capable of Bobby and you know it’s more than you could ever handle. The sad part for you is, you’re that ignorant you can’t even see defeat staring you in the face. Or . . . you do . . . and it scares the shit out of you. You don’t know me at all Bobby. You seriously expect that a man would take a beating, something we do every week, and it’s going to affect him? That, of all people, its going to affect me? You’re an idiot Bobby. Talk is cheap Bro and in your case, its damn near free. You can’t lose huh? Except for that match you and Mark lost to Ben and me. Or the time you tried to one up Dave and me . . . and lost, because Ethan pointed out how useless you and Ian were. Not only did you get your asses handed to you, your own partner made you look like a fool. See a pattern here? Your record for success, especially against me, is lackluster. You’re a joke Bobby and a waste of time. Once I beat you to retain my title, find someone else to annoy.”

**Jimmy pauses as Missy giggles.**

Missy: “And Bobby, tell your oaf to keep his bitch in check. She works her mouth like its rush hour on the street corner, if you get what I’m sayin’. Selena, you’d have to be some kind of stupid Sweetie to think you have a chance in hell against me. The New Society is quickly becoming old news. You idiots are useless and we’re going to prove that at Resurgence. Its time for all of you to learn your place here, once and for all. And Selena, my Women’s Title . . . we’ll honestly, you aren’t worthy enough to hold it. You’d cheapen it Hon, and for more than one reason. Its going to be so good to finally shut you up and send you on your way to irritate someone else. Do yourself a favor and quit while you’re ahead. You’re never going to beat me.”

Jimmy: “Truer words were never spoken. You see Bobby? You guys have made a less than stunning impact on the business. Now you’re talking about plans that, in all probability aren’t going to work out. Not to mention, you’re planning to do things at our expense. Another mistake. You don’t get it buddy and it’s sad. Very sad. You’re going around telling me you took care of Dave and Ben. How’s that Bobby? Because of one time? News flash for you . . . one attack doesn’t make the man. Not only have you not beaten us in the ring, you really didn’t beat us out of it either. Had you got the job done, we wouldn’t be here now would we? You can bluff your way through and try to tell us you left the pieces for the Pay Per View, but we all know better. Hell, you know better. Deep down, you know that the things you say are meaningless. It’s all an act, to come off like you’re somewhat confident. But it’s all a lie Bobby. You’re a transparent fraud my friend and a bad one at that.”

**Jimmy glares icily into the camera.**

“My title stays where it is Bobby. In fact, my nameplate just might be a permanent fixture on that belt. Lord knows you don’t deserve it and trust me when I say this, you won’t be winning it. You can sit there all you want, trying to tell me that I’m no Legend, trying to tell me you’re the better man. In plain English, you suck at mind games Bobby. How many times are you going to try and get in my head. You know you can’t. It takes a person with a mind to play mind games Bobby. You don’t have the qualifications. Face it, you’re at an absolute disadvantage and no amount of talk is going to get you where you need to be for this match. You will never have the skill to beat me. You will never have what it takes to step up to me and knock me off the pedestal that the world puts me on. I’m always going to be at the top looking down at assholes like you Bobby and there’s nothing you can say or do to change things. Every time you talk Bobby, it’s like listening to fingernails on a chalk board. It’s just horrifying. You need to step up your game, pick yourself up or whatever the hell you want to call it. Really, you need to clean your act up. You look like shit Bro. Now, this little tirade you’ve gone on, with absolutely no class whatsoever, is childish at best. As you can see, your chair shots weren’t good enough. But then again, nothing you do ever is, is it? We can ask Selena if we need to, but then, that opens a whole new can of worms between you and Mark now doesn’t it? You’re a huge disappointment Bobby. But, one thing I did take you up on was my choice of promo. Actually, it was a combination. It’s Missy and me, and its me smiling in your face. I left out the ass kicking part because, frankly, its just not true. Like I said before, one time jumping us outside the ring doesn’t make for anything special on your part. In the end though, Money doesn’t always win Bobby. I’ve proven that on more than one occasion. Instead of remembering only what suits you, try reflecting on what actually happened. Bobby Money is way behind in this contest and at Resurgence, I’m going to put you away. You and me are on that crash course right now Bobby. When the show rolls around, you’re headed into a fight that you can’t win. Funny though, you’ve tried to tell me the same thing. The difference between us though is that when I talk, people listen. People listen, because I speak the truth. I always back up my words Bobby . . . always. You would never stand a chance against me, no matter what title is up for grabs. While I currently hold five titles, you’re scratching to get a hold of one. We’ll see if you can keep up chump.”

**With that, Jimmy and Missy turn and head back inside as the scene fades to black.**

[Big Time]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

That was Charles Dickens who wrote that in "A Tale of Two Cities", an American classic. A Tale of Two Cities is a moral novel strongly concerned with themes of resurrection, imprisonment, revolution, shame, redemption, social injustice and patriotism. But today, I am going to tell you another Tale. It is still a Tale of resurrection, imprisonment, revolution, shame, redemption, social injustice and patriotism. But it is also a Tale of resurgence, and of prominence. Allow me to share with you this Tale.

On one side, we have Bobby Money. A man who has always been successful, in and out of the ring, but not without paying the price. Some may claim that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. That since the day he was born, the "little rich boy" was given everything to him on a silver platter. However, that is further from the truth. Unlike others, who claim greatness overnight, Bobby Money did have to scratch and claw his way up to the top. Some people, like Jimmy Ice, may believe that to be a discredit to him, because unlike Bobby, he never experienced a time when he was at the bottom of the barrel. Like some greek mythological god, The Iron Man was always at the top, looking down on everyone else. Amazingly enough, it is this same "rich boy", Bobby Money, that represents the hard working man at Resurgence. He represents those that have been looked down upon by people lesser than them. There are those who claim to have no arrogance, yet they call themselves, "Greatness Unmatched". The fact is that when they are finally defeated, then they have to admit that their so-called "Greatness" has been Overmatched. Bobby Money is no politician, but if he were running for President today, he would win by a landslide.




Then, there is Jimmy Ice. A man who will have you believe that he is some "larger than life" Superstar, with no peer. A so-called "legend" way before his time. A so-called Hall of Famer, who claims this status, when not even the man he imitates, Dwayne Johnson, has reached that level in his career. Like a modern day Elvis Presley, he claims to be the greatest of all time. A man who flaunts his fiancee, Missy, as though she was some trophy, and not his equal. He has suddenly forgotten that in this great sport we call wrestling, anything can and will happen. He represents those that have tried to push down the average, hard-working, blue collared man. He claims to a hero, but yet as the villian, he claims to be better than everyone else around him, even those he would consider his friends. In his mind, he is even greater than the Champion who represents this company. And yet still, he robs him of his friends and family, and only wishes to prove that even Ben Zenith, is a lesser man than he is. To deny all of this, would be to deny himself. To deny this, would be to deny his lowly character. Yet still, he considers himself to be a "face". The "Anti-hero" you hear so much about in the comics. However, this is reality. Someone who claims to be greater than wrestling itself, will always get jeered in the end. In the end, you will make more enemies than friends. Bank on it.


That is the "Tale of Two Wrestler's" Two wrestler's who will meet at NBA Resurgence. That is the story of Bobby Money and Jimmy Ice. One who claims to work hard for everything he has. And one who claims to have everything, without hardly working. But at NBA Resurgence, the man who claims to be "Greatness" will meet his match. If those who admire Jimmy Ice, claim him to be some god in the sport of wrestling, then what will they say of Bobby Money, after he defeats the so-called Iron Man? Surely at Resurgence, it will be the best of times, and it will be the worst of times.





Here is the man, who will have the best of times; Bobby Money. He isn't at some club, nor is he at some high society shin-dig. He is at his private dojo. A place he considers home, away from home. A large beacon of light shines through the sun roof and unto a kneeling Bobby Money, who is wearing a white Karate gi, with a black belt. He is in meditation for his match. The man who many label as "Childish" is deeper than most would think. Even with the latest rantings of The Iron Man, Bobby still remains focused, unmoved, and with a smile across his face.

Bobby: Last time I asked, What kind of promo is Jimmy going to bring? Will it be the, "Jimmy and Missy" promo, where you kiss her ass to the point of vomiting? Will it be the, "Jimmy wearing shades" promo, where you try to act so cool that after a while it gets sickening, even to the fans? Or how about my favorite, the "I got a big smile on my face, even though I got my ass kicked" promo? And amazingly enough, you gave me all three in one big crapfest. You are too predictable Jimmy. And your predictability is your greatest unmatched weakness.


So you want something serious from Bobby Money? Apparently you didn't listen to what I had to say last time, or you would not have commited those verbal mistakes you made in your shining example of a Grade "F" promo. I have you so out of your game, it's not even funny anymore. Do you hear me laughing, chuckles? Didn't they warn you about me when you came into the NBA? No they didn't, did they? This is what I do. I make my opponents underestimate me, until it's too late for them to realize that they have been played. Jimmy, I have a secret to tell you. I've beaten better men than you. I play the fool for a time, only for those who oppose me to become the bigger fools in my game. You think this isn't a game? That is where you are wrong. Jimmy, It's always been a game. And I've already won.


There is no maniacal laughter, or cheap insults this time. At least not on my part. What you see before you, is the real me. This is the side of me that you shouldn't have asked for. When I am through with you, you will have wished that you were facing that other Bobby you were talking about. It's guys like you, I enjoy defeating. And trust me, I've beaten more than a few. You don't believe me, just ask the men we beat for these NBA World Tag Team Titles. You say that I am not worthy of the NBA Major League Title? Well, that remains to be seen. But if I beat you at Resurgence, which I will, everything you just said is going to explode in your face. Because then this, "Childish Asshole", as you put it, would have beaten a man that holds Five Titles. And if I'm correct, Three of them are World Titles. Titles you decided to flaunt like some big shot, here in the NBA. Let me ask you a question? Is the NBA Major League Championship of so little importance to you that you decide not to flaunt it like the others? Jimmy, Let me tell you another secret, since we're being so open and honest to each other. A lot of people want me to beat you, even those in the ECWF and XPW. Even those that you think are your friends want me to hand you your first real defeat here in the NBA. Then when I beat you for the NBA Major League Title, how much is it going to be worth to you then? I know the answer, do you? I'll let you think about that for a minute.


If I really wanted to take you out, when I hit you across your skull with that steel chair, then we wouldn't be having this match, now would we? No, I want the best that The Iron Man has to offer. Because as far as I am concerned, you are not as good as you think you are. In fact chuckles, you're not even in my league. Didn't you listen to what I said before? Are you paying any attention? I have only been toying with you. Each time I tested you, nothing was on the line, so the outcome never mattered to me. But now, something is on the line. Something you obviously don't care about. So do yourself a favor Jimmy. You continue partying like it's 1999, with your lovely fiancee. Continue trying to act like everything is going your way. Everybody knows that it isn't who laughs the loudest, but who laughs last. And I'll be the one laughing....all the way to the bank.


So allow me to leave you with these parting words. Everyone knows that you don't tug on Superman's cape. You don't spit in the wind. And, you don't write checks that you can't cash.

[Jimmy Ice]

History as always fascinated mankind. From the very beginnings of civilization to the height of the Egyptian Empire. From the Great Medo-Persian force that once ruled to the Ottoman Empire that stretched across the whole of Europe and Asia. Men like Napoleon, Alexander The Great and Julius Caesar . . . they ruled like none before them. Rome stood tall in its day. The rule of the Caesars was one of the greatest, if not THE greatest ever seen. Rome itself was a civilization that was unmatched. From the Senate halls, to the streets of the Light of the Empire, from the battlefields in foreign lands to the sands of the Coliseum, it was unmatched in it’s . . . Greatness. One of the most times in Roman history was the series of wars, called the Punic wars, in which Rome systematically destroyed Carthage an d their famous general, Hannibal. The first Punic war saw Rome steadily win a series of battles before Carthage finally admitted defeat. The second Punic war took to the seas as war waged for seventeen years. Back and forth finally came to a head at the Battle of Zama, where Rome invaded Carthage and sacked it, taking the second Punic War in a bloody victory. The third Punic War saw the rise of Hannibal once again, but steadily, he was defeated and finally crushed in Carthage.

As a final touch to the humiliating defeat, Carthage was destroyed and the land sowed with salt, never to be fertile or prosperous again.

Today, there is a modern war raging on, between the New Society and the Family. Two men specifically battle to the death, figuratively speaking, to win the prize or more than just pride . . . Championship Gold. The NBA Major League Title. Held by one, craved by another. But not just craved for the sake of holding the belt. Craved for what it would mean to defeat the man who holds it. To finally take down the storied Legend, whom he despises with a deeper hate than can be imagined.

Our Hannibal . . . Bobby Money.

A man dedicated . . . or should we say, hell bent on the destruction of Jimmy Ice. He takes pride in being the man that everyone hates. While no one denies the skill he possesses, he constantly undermines himself with pitiful jabs and insults, trying desperately to keep up with the man he despises. His failed attempts time and again have been his undoing, failure screaming in his ears every time he steps up to face The Iron Man. Baseless opinions, which he touts as facts, are continuously hurled in his opponents direction, trying to convince the world that the Legend they love is a fraud. Mixed words and pathetic mind games are his tactics, constantly stirring up trouble where he can and yet, he can’t seem to get the job done. Unlike the general he portrays, he is no skilled strategist. He can’t seem to systematically break down his opponent like he claims to be able to do. He instead hurls useless shot after useless shot at Jimmy, hoping to break him down . . . maybe with stupidity. Sadly, we don’t do the General Hannibal justice with his representation in Bobby Money. But it’s a metaphor we must use for now, to illustrate our point.

Our Scipio Africanus . . .

A brilliant strategist himself, equaled only by his power and sheer ability. Jimmy Ice, or, The Iron Man as he is called, is the total package, decimating everything that gets in his way. He speaks the truth, backing it up with talent and skill. In the confrontations he’s had with Bobby Money, he has yet to fall victim to him. Constantly one-upping his opponent with his combination of cunning and skill, he puts Bobby to shame every time they face off. Bobby constantly tries to string together more and more attacks, as evidenced by the brawl outside the ring a week and some ago, in an effort to tear down The Iron Man. But it has yet to work and some would say, it’s a failed tactic that’s best left on the shelf. Bobby verbally claws at Jimmy, trying to stain everything he is and stands for. But every time the battle rages, like the general he represents, Jimmy charges into battle, overwhelming his opponent with unmatched fury. Where Bobby insults, Jimmy cuts down. Where Bobby tries mind games, Jimmy succeeds with cunning. Where Bobby attacks, Jimmy destroys. The differences between both men are as obvious as night and day.

**If one looks at the history here, and then compares it to the present, startling parallels present themselves. The Punic Wars serve as a brilliant example, with only a few shortfalls, of the war wages between “Big Time” Bobby Money and “The Iron Man” Jimmy Ice. Now, as Jimmy does on a daily basis, he stands in his ring, in his gym, having just finished his workout. Grueling paces are the daily format for the Champ. Rigorous exercises designed to not just to strengthen, but to toughen as well, are what make up the workout that Jimmy puts himself through daily. He stands, shirtless, in shorts and tennis shoes, with sweat pouring off his body. He leans over the ropes, his hands clenched in fists around the top most one. The muscles in his arms, shoulders and chest, glisten with sweat in their chorded, muscular look. Power radiates from the figure of Jimmy Ice as he glares in concentration at an unseen object. Finally, he releases the ropes as the tension melts from his body. He stands upright, turning to the camera with an icy glare, betraying his feelings.**

Jimmy: “Never has someone been so stupid as to call me predictable Bobby. I blatantly threw your comments back in your face, telling you outright how I was going about my camera time, and you try and to tell me I’m predictable. Don’t make me laugh Bobby. You either completely missed the point or you’re trying to save face with another ridiculous jab at me. You need to understand the basics of trash talking one oh one Bobby Money . . . your insults have to actually mean something, or hold some truth to them, to be relevant. I could turn around and make fun of you for being a lard ass, goofy looking prick, but I’d only be half right wouldn’t I? When are you going to learn that you have to have some ground to stand on with the things you say? That’s how this is done. Spending time trying to come up with the coolest insult in your head, even though you fall short quite badly, means nothing if it just doesn’t apply. Are you with me on this? Are you grasping? I used to wrestle a guy named Dante who would do exactly what you do. The difference here is you try to cut me down where he outrageously tried to build himself up. He got nowhere except to the back of the unemployment line Bobby. Use Dante as a lesson in what not to do. Your tactics are weak and they’re getting you into all kinds of trouble. You can’t just talk buddy, you have to have substance and sadly, you lack that completely. In the end, all you are is some guy that never shuts up. Scratch that. You’re some fool that never shuts up. This little game we play before we head into our match is some what of an art, man. It’s a craft that not everyone is gifted at and, if you’re not careful, can quickly be a downfall in your career. Are you writing this down? Taking notes? Its not every day I give free lessons, especially to dickheads who don’t deserve them. Your camera time can make or break you. It can be the perfect compliment to your in-ring skills, or it can be the undoing of such a “promising” career. I use that word lightly. Think it over big guy. I’d hate for you to fall through the cracks on sheer stupidity alone. As much as I can’t stand you Bobby, no man totally deserves that. But, at the same time, if you ignore me, then its all on you Bro.”

**Jimmy shakes his head as he continues on.**

“Honestly, I don’t know what goes through your head sometimes. Do you just wake up and immediately start thinking of some way to make yourself look as bad as possible? I know you’ve been dying to put me in my place, but you could at least show some class . . . or dignity as the case may be. Trying to tell me things like you have me so out of my game its not even funny are lies that will cost you dearly. Not just from my side of things, but from yours as well. See, you actually believe what you say Bobby and it has a horrible way of turning bad for you. It could be your undoing for a number of reasons. Lying to yourself is never a good thing. Lying to yourself about me is one of the worst things you could do. Where do you come off saying some of the things you say? You can spare me the bad boy, risk taker bullshit. I know better. We all know better. It all comes down to the fact that you’ll say just about anything to try and make yourself look good. You’re the kind of guy that has to do that Bobby. Lord knows your in ring skills, while not horrible per say, aren’t what anyone would call stellar now are they? You let your mouth run with no limits, claiming “That’s Big Time!” Really? Seems to me its all just big talk . . . with no walk behind it. Your mouth has gotten you into trouble before hasn’t it? You don’t like to admit it, but The Iron Man has your number. I’ve punched your ticket on more than a few occasions and I’m happy to do it again, with emphasis to retain my title. Hey, if you were smart, you’d be paying attention. Its not every day you get to learn something from a true Legend. **smiles with a chuckle.** You’ve beaten better men than me have you? Ironic . . . considering you have yet to beat me. I seriously doubt that statement for a few reasons, but none more so than the fact that you’re a pathological liar. You’ll say just about anything to make yourself look good. There’s also the fact that you have no way to prove it. That’s the problems with lies Bobby, there is no proof. Hell, that’s what makes them lies isn’t it? See how that comes full circle?”

**Jimmy folds his arms across his chest, continuing on.**

“I’m glad I got to see the “real you” Bobby. Truthfully though, I don’t see a lot of difference. You’re still trying to bullshit me, just without the crazy laughter. Seems I didn’t ask for much did I? You’re trying to pass yourself off as some force to be reckoned with man, but I’m not seeing where the truth is in that. There’s nothing about you that screams for your opponents to be cautious, or even take you seriously. You toted those chair shots you gave me as evidence of how badass you are, yet you can’t even win a damn match. Hey, you did a great job when my back was to you. But when it counts, you’re nothing. Doesn’t it concern you that that incident was the first time you’ve had any kind of favor over me? Doesn’t it make you stop and think that jumping me outside the ring with your boys and hitting me with chair shots was the first time since I’ve been here that could say with only minimal credibility that you knocked me down? Think about it Bobby, you’re not impressing at all. You’re so mediocre in your dealings with me that any attempt to tell me otherwise is laughable. Face it Bobby, you have no credibility and the reason you’re so desperate to beat me is to give yourself an instant boost. You’re banking on this, trying to tell yourself it’s a sure thing when you know better. You’re in for one hell of a fall buddy and you just don’t want to face up to it. I think you need to start being honest with yourself and remind yourself of just who you’re facing. I’m not some rookie that might buy your bullshit. I’m called Greatness, Unmatched for a reason. Believe it or not, I didn’t give myself that name. It was given to me. I didn’t start calling myself a Legend, everyone else did. I’ve earned my stripes and I’ve been there and done it all . . . more than once. You haven’t. So don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re better than I am. Reality says otherwise Bro and it doesn’t favor you at all.”

**Jimmy stretches for a minute, keeping loose before moving on.**

“What’s with the attempt to try and make me out to be less than caring about my title? Yeah Bobby, I hold three world titles and one US Title along with it, but they all have their importance and this one is no different. I love this title and as long as I’m breathing, its going to take more than you could ever give to take it off me. Trying to tell me that my words are going to blow up in my face is yet another way for you to try and play these mind games. You’re just not any good at it Bobby. Trying to make me out to be the uncaring Champion isn’t going to work either. I’m sure there are those who want to see me lose. But if you think its because its you facing me, you’re wrong. You said it yourself, they want to see me handed my first real loss here. People stand against me Bobby because I don’t lose much. In fact, to date, two of the four companies I currently have contracts in, I am undefeated. Before you try and undermine that, yes, I do have quite a few matches under my belt. Fact is Bobby, even The Iron Man has enemies. I never said everyone loved me and you, along with so many others who say that are the ones responsible for that vicious lie. But you’ll forgive me if I don’t really give a damn who wants me to beat you. There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that those people you’re talking about are people that have already been bested by yours truly. It doesn’t sound so cool now does it Bobby? You’re bitchiness is at an all time high. You won’t beat me for this title Bobby. But, let’s say the impossible happened and you managed to best me . . . this title would still hold a shit load of value to me. Every title has prestige and I am the one man that has always said to hold ANY title is a blessing itself. The NBA Major League title doesn’t sit a step below anything else. It hangs right up there along side every other title I’ve won. That’s a fact. Now, you’ve told me that you could have taken me out, but you wanted the best I had to offer. How do you figure? Were you thinking that when you attacked me with your entire group before the Main Event the other night? Or were you thinking that after the Main Event when your group blindsided Ben and me and proceeded to blast us with chairs? Tell me where you had my condition in mind so I could come into this at my best. Frankly, you’re full of shit Bobby. You’d much rather have me at half my best so you wouldn’t have to worry so much. But when all is said and done, even if I was only at fifty percent, I’d still kick the shit out of you, man. I know you don’t think I’m as good as I know I am. But then again, no one ever does, until they’ve been pinned by me. Sometimes, it takes a few of them a few times being beaten before they realize it. But I promise you this Bobby, you will realize it. There’s always a man that comes along and thinks he’s going to be the “big timer” to beat the Legend. Many have tried Bobby Money . . . so far, I’m still standing tall. So what makes you so special? Because unlike you, I can truthfully say I’ve beaten men a hell of a lot better than you. Don’t kid yourself into thinking you could ever take me out. I’m the one man that always springs your own trap on you and you’ll never even see it coming. I’m that freakin’ good. I make the most brilliant tacticians look like retards with crayons Bobby. But you’ll see soon enough.”

**Jimmy walks over to the ropes and puts a hand on them to step out. Before he does, he looks into the camera with a glare as he finishes up.**

“How many times are you going to tell me you’ve been toying with me? As you can see, it hasn’t really mattered has it? You can study me all you want . . . its just a shame you can’t grasp what’s really useful. You’re more worried about trying to come off looking like the smart guy when you should be learning how to do things correctly. Hey, maybe I just don’t inspire you to learn. Whatever. The point is, you’re focused in the wrong direction. Tell me anything you want Bobby, but I can’t take it to heart until I’ve seen some substance to it. Feel me? There’s more than a few differences between you and me Bro. You come at me, telling me you don’t write checks you can’t cash . . . that I can bank on Bobby Money. The way I see it, instead of wasting my time with simple Money, I’ll just stick with gold. After all, what’s paper Money, when there’s no gold to give it substance? Think about that.”

**With that, Jimmy shoves the camera away as he steps out of the ring. The signal suddenly scrambles and then instantly goes black.**

[Jimmy Ice]

The scene opens in a club in downtown Dallas. But the differences to this club are glaringly obvious to the usual. This club is dark, yet very clean. Tables are arranged with maximum privacy in mind, set as far apart from each other as possible. The club is very upscale, serving only the best in drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic alike. Luxurious décor is the theme for the place, with deep reds and dark wood accenting the old English setting. It’s a quiet place and the patrons talk in hushed tones, keeping to themselves. In a corner of the club, sitting in a booth by himself is the Iron Man. He sits deep in thought, thinking over the week’s exchanges. He and Bobby Money have gone back and forth verbally, matching each other blow for blow. Jimmy takes a drink of his simple glass of Sprite, being the non-drinker that he is as he continues to mull over the upcoming match. In his mind, Jimmy knows he’ll walk into this match and take it. Will it be easy? No. It never is. Rarely does someone come along that turns out to be virtually no challenge for you. But his history with the New Society, specifically Bobby Money speaks volumes for his abilities. It also speaks volumes for the rivalry and some would say, the hate that exists between them. The club bustles somewhat, patrons coming and going as Jimmy sits, watching people and thinking. He looks over at the Hosts lectern and watches as a man walks in, smiling wolfishly as he gives his name to the Host. The Host shakes his head as the smile fades from the man’s face, replaced by embarrassment as the young woman he is with, looks sideways at him. The man orders the Host to check again, to which the host replies calmly that his name isn’t there. A half smile spreads across Jimmy’s face as he watches in amusement as the Host tells the man to leave. He turns suddenly hostile as two rather large men step up behind him and half drag him out the door. The young girl he is with leaves him as they stand on the sidewalk. Humiliated, the man stalks away in anger as Jimmy smiles, shaking his head as he takes another drink. A scene replays in his mind, some of his words coming back to him as he remembers the things he’s said to Bobby. Just like everyone else in the business, Jimmy’s pondered over his words and every time, he becomes that much more confident about what’s been said, sticking by, wholeheartedly, his every word. He glances across the room, moments later, as two men sit chatting. As the minutes pass, their conversation turns somewhat heated and, as Jimmy watches, one man stands and points a finger in the other man’s face, walking out in anger as his former companion shakes his head in frustration. Again he recalls words that were traded between himself and Bobby, remembering Bobby telling him that he had Jimmy faltering, backpedaling even. Jimmy chuckles to himself, knowing the words he heard from Bobby were lies, as he pointed out. The conflict between these two men hasn’t reached its peak just yet . . . because the match is still looming. Jimmy’s mind continues to wrap around the notion of the match, the title up for grabs, HIS Major League Title, and the never ending dance that every wrestler goes through before every match. He hits upon a memory, reflecting on something Bobby said the last time he was heard . . .

”You think this isn't a game? That is where you are wrong. Jimmy, It's always been a game. And I've already won.”

[i[Winning is the big thing isn’t it? Picking up the pinfall, the “W”, the 1, 2, 3 . . . it’s the three seconds everyone is after. It ends feuds, gives titles and pride and . . . it takes everything away. Jimmy finishes off his drink, wishing there wasn’t a few days’ wait left. He’s found himself itching to get into the ring, really wanting to finish this . . . thing . . . between him and Bobby and to finally shut him up, once and for all. Bobby Money is the kind of man that needs to be put in his place, hard, before he finally learns a lesson. Jimmy smiles to himself, knowing that sort of task is right up his alley.[/i]

**He glances over at the door once more as he spots a familiar figure walk in. Knowing already who it is, he turns as a Waitress brings him another drink, taking his empty glass away. The Host motions in Jimmy’s direction as the man thanks him and walks toward table. Without looking in his direction, Jimmy speaks . . .**

Jimmy: “Just got off work I see.”

**Wearing an expensive suit, a sleek, black, long rain coat and a scarf around his neck, the man smiles down at Jimmy as a young lady walks up and takes his coat. He thanks her and sits down smiling as Jimmy breaks into a grin, turning to the waitress and ordering a drink for his brother.**

Jonny: “You know college campuses, they tend to keep you busy.”

Jimmy: “Right you are Professor. Working with me in the XPW would keep you busy as well.”

Jonny: “True. Lucky for me, its part time.”

**The waitress sets a coke down in front of Jonny as he thanks her with a nod and picks up his glass, holding it up to his brother in a toast.**

Jonny: “To my brother, the Legend, and your upcoming win at Resurgence.”

Jimmy: “And to regular old soft drinks for us non-drinkers.”

Jonny: **Laughing** “Here, here!”

**They both drink and set their glasses down as Jonny leans back, resting his arm on the back of the booth seat. If one were to look at both men, one would see a lot of similarities . . . and some surprising opposites. As both brothers sit facing each other, Jonny sits, in the aforementioned suit and formal dress. Jimmy sits with casual dress, a button down black shirt, unbuttoned at the top with the sleeves rolled up a quarter way and dark denim jeans with black leather shoes. One man a teacher and professor, the other a famous athlete and Legend. Yet, look again, and both men are near spitting images of each other. Jimmy, 16 months older than his brother, shares the same rugged traits and muscular frame. Jonny too is a former and well, now current wrestler. They have a storied history together, but that’s another segment for another time.**

Jonny: “So cut to the chase . . . “

Jimmy: “How about you cut the to chase little Brother. You’re the one who invited me to dinner remember?”

Jonny: “Can’t a guy just want to take his brother out?”

Jimmy: “Yeah . . . except you want something. VIP passes perhaps?”

Jonny: “Hey, I’m just a wrestling fan. But yeah since you offered.”

**Jimmy laughs with a nod as Jonny chuckles.**

Jonny: “So what’s up? How’s the pregame going?”

Jimmy: “As expected. The usual insane comments and insults coupled with the lies and supposed mind games. What’s good here?”

Jonny: “The steak.”

**The guys each order and continue on.**

Jonny: “What’s left to discuss then? You finish this, win your match, keep your title, and it’s another day at the office.”

Jimmy: **Grinning** “Straight and to the point as always Professor. So, since we worked that out, how about we don’t talk about work and have some dinner?”

**Jonny laughs as he nods and leans back.**

Jonny: “So how’s Missy?”

**Without cracking a smile Jimmy looks at his brother.**

Jimmy: “She’s got a match too.”

**Jonny starts laughing as the scene fades out.**

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**We fade in later that night as Jimmy says good bye to his brother with an embrace as he turns and walks out to the parking lot where his truck is. He walks in silence for a moment, still with his thoughts. Finally, he glances at the camera with a smile as he starts to speak.**

“Its been a hell of a battle hasn’t it Bobby? Normally, in a circumstance like this, I’d say we’re going to end this at Resurgence. But that’s not really true is it? This thing between you and me, its never going to go away. And you know what? I’m just fine with that. You on the other hand, you’d be the one to worry. See while I’ve proven myself against you time and time again, you’re the one struggling to keep on par with me. I know you have other opinions, as anyone would, but you know me by now Bobby and you know I deal only in facts. You’ve had a lot to say Bro, none of it really true . . . or rational. You’ve whined on, telling me you’ve been testing me in matches that you claim never mattered to you. Playing games is one thing Bobby, but when you play games with yourself, like I’ve been telling you all along, you just end up lying to yourself. The thing I can’t seem to understand is why you can’t come to terms with the facts that you’ve been bested and will continue to be bested until you either give up or retire. Don’t get me wrong, I would never expect anyone to just roll over and die. But with you, I would think that you’d eventually see that you can’t beat me Bobby and finally accept it. How many times do I have to prove it to you? How many times are you going to be humiliated before you finally accept the inevitable. The fact of the matter is, either you go until you can’t go anymore, in which case I’ll have broken you completely, or you realize this is a fight you cannot win . . . and move on. Somehow though, I don’t think rationale is your strong suit. I’d never insult you that badly as to ask you give up. But I would tell you Bobby, even you, even the notorious Bobby Money, needs to know his limits. Well you’re looking at yours Bro . . . so the ball, essentially, is in your court.”

**Jimmy pulls up for a second as a smile crosses his face. He turns and looks at the camera, grinning.**

“You see where I’m going with this right? I’m telling you to face facts. I’m telling you to suck it up and be a man. Admit for once you’ve been bested. Otherwise, you’re in for the long haul buddy and you’re in for some hell. See as much as you hate to admit it, you almost know just how good I am. That’s why you want this so badly. Because you know that when I beat you, I’ll be proven right, yet again. You’ll be forced to admit that I am the Legend that everyone says I am. You’ll be forced to admit that Bobby Money doesn’t stack up to Jimmy Ice. I know that’s got to be the worst feeling ever . . . or is it? Because there’s a flip side to that you aren’t going to like either. Let’s take a hypothetical trip to a different hypothetical time and lets say for the sake of argument that the impossible happens and you beat me. What does it say about you then that I don’t have to make the same admissions you would. I hear you asking why . . . well let me tell you. Those matches you claimed were nothing to you, except that you used them to toy with me, well they’ve backfired on you. You see they’ve robbed you of something called credibility. If you managed to do the impossible, you would succeed in beating me for the first time. So what I hold over you, doesn’t apply to me because while you’ve been “slacking off” or “testing me”, as you say, I’ve been showing you why you don’t compare to me. So in the end, if magic does happen and you pull one out of your ass . . . nothing. That’s it. There’s nothing else you can say to me Bobby. Doesn’t feel so good does it? Really you’ve cost yourself something here that, win or lose, you won’t be able to get back . . . at least when it comes to me. You’ve lost your pride. You’ve fallen that far that even if you could win this match, it won’t really matter. You still come off looking pretty horrible Bro. Kinda sucks to be you doesn’t it?”

**Jimmy reaches his truck as he opens the door and then stops. He looks back to the camera with a chilly look.**

“You’ve cost yourself a lot Bobby, shot yourself in the foot if you will. The point of the message here is that you’re never going to beat me. You do not and will not . . . ever match up to The Iron Man. I want you to take a good look at me . . . at Greatness, Unmatched. I’ve earned the name and I’ve earned the right to call myself the Best. You haven’t. Take what I’ve said and think it over Bobby. Its pretty close to go time and then there’s no turning back. I know I’m ready and waiting . . . and for you, its only a matter of time until you crash and burn . . . big time. .See you at the show.”

**Jimmy winks with a half smile as he jumps into his truck and pulls away, the scene fading to black.**

[Big Time]

The scene opens close to the eyes of Bobby Money. His bright blue eyes give away the camera crew. However, they are not the eyes of a man who is obsessed. They are the eyes of a man...who sees victory.

Comparing the Differences between Jimmy Ice and Bobby Money is like comparing Night and Day. That is what Jimmy said. Night and Day. The truth is that I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you. Or, so it seems. Jimmy, you claim to be wise. But allow me to say that there is a difference between happiness and wisdom. He that thinks himself the happiest man really is so; but he that thinks himself the wisest is generally the greatest fool. That is a true saying that I think you need to apply to yourself, "Scipio Africanus". In this comparison of night and day, I assume that I am the Night, correct? Well, I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. They say that by night, an atheist half believes in God. As for your history lesson, Thomas Jefferson once said, “I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.” A long time ago, a man wiser than the both of us told me, "Never forget your history, but most importantly, never forget your destiny." Jimmy, truer words have never been spoken. Jimmy, if your desire is to look at history for answers, allow me to take you to the stars.

The scene fades in the night sky. Never has the sky been so clear. There is not a single cloud in sight. Bobby is dressed warmly, yet casually, in his dark blue denim jeans and brown overcoat. The soft wind can be seen in the movement of the leaves on the trees.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light. If I am the night, just remember that it was once said that the Night is a world lit by itself. What else do they say about the night, oh Scipio Africanus? They say that the night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep. Just like you.


Iron man, now allow me to say that not only are you predictable, you are also unoriginal. There is a difference between throwing something back into my face, and forging a mans work with total disregard. Is that all you know how to do, throw back? This isn't baseball, this is wrestling. Is this what I am to expect every single time? Is this how you won your precious titles? Or is that comment irrelevant as well? It's a shame that a man who calls himself a champion of the people, would act that way. Oh, because you know that I have revealed you for who you are. I have ripped of your masks, and like the clear night, all is revealed. Isn't that why you react so? I think so. No, I know so.


As much as you protest, I have already put you in your place verbally, and now I am going to it physically. You still don't get it yet, do you? You are not as good as you claim. And it really doesn't matter how many times I repeat myself, you are going to try and find some way to vindicate yourself with your words. Jimmy, you used to make me laugh, but now, you truly sicken me. You can post your little posters about being the NBA Major League Champion, but you only did it, because I said something about it. Admit it, you could care less about that title. You don't even care about the people you beat to get it. You beat a man, that in my opinion, should have won the match, Mr. Natural. Trust me when I say this, I wasn't the only one who thought that.


So you can do your long promos without breathing. You can claim to be "Greatness Unmatched." Continue claiming to be something that you are not. In my opinion, you are no champion, you are a fraud with a belt that doesn't belong to you. You should have never taken this challenge Iron Man. I told you that I was better than you. All of words flow together, while you change the subject in every three sentences. You have no real structure, and really, you have no idea what you are doing. You've beaten people better than me? Let me tell you a truth that is going to ring in your head for all eternity. You wish. You have never faced anyone like me. You should thank God that I even gave you the chance to speak. You should also thank God that this is a three promo limit. Thank him right now. Because the truth is that I had plenty more to say, while you were grasping at straws and saying the same thing over and over and over again.


Maybe you were "Greatness" once. But not anymore. You are in the NBA, where I think a New Jack like Matt Monroe would beat you. Hell, at least he is original. So, Mr. "Greatness", Mr. "Scipio Africanus", Mr. "Know-it-all", how does it feel to finally meet your match? All those titles, and you now you can't even beat me. The truth is, you were never truly able to beat me. As cliche as it may sound, I let you beat me. You are not worth my time and my effort. I'll save it for someone who truly matters. The funny thing is, you were the one that asked for the "serious" Bobby. And now, everyone else is witnessing your demise, live and in living color.

Let me tell you another truth. If I wanted to, I could be the NBA World Champion tomorrow. If I wanted to, I could make The New Society hold every belt in here, and anywhere else. Even your precious ECWF. Just don't try and test me, because you will fail. You will be the one falling flat on his face. You will be the one looking up towards the night sky, wishing upon a star that you never faced me. Wishing you never crossed my path. Too late, because I think that is what you are already doing.


This isn't about History. This isn't about Night and Day. This isn't about Hannibal or Scipio. This is about Me, You and the NBA Major League Title. A title I have glorifying, while the holder of that title treats it like his talking, trash. That is what it has always been about to me, Jimmy. So, continue to call me "stupid," or whatever else you have been calling me. It makes no difference to me. The irony of it all, is that it makes you look like a hypocrite. You have been condemning me for the name calling, and look at you now. The so-called hero of the movie, is the biggest fraud of them all. You say that I haven't been showing any class by saying that I have you out of your game? No Jimmy, that has nothing to do with "class", but it has everything to do with the truth. And if you make me press my point, you are the one who is going to look bad. Yet, you have been doing so good doing that on your own.


You have seen the real me, and yet you still don't know a damn thing about me. How can a great pretender like you, know anything about the real me. So don't even go there. Stop pretending that you have me all figured out, because you don't. The truth is that I only allow you to see what I want you to see. You also pretend as though you actually care about this organization. The truth is that you don't. You could care less. All you care about is the shiny gold strap and the recognition that goes with it. You and Dave McIntyre. In fact, some people only joined up now, so that they can win the Zenith Cup. Let me tell you, I could easily sign up for that and win, without even trying. It's pathetic to see how everyone comes in here flaunting their so-called legacy's. What legacy? What have you truly proven here? To me, nothing. What, just because you have a belt, you've proven something? I have one too, and no one has been able to take it away from me. No one has ever beaten me, when my title was on the line.


I see that you are kicking and scratching for the win, but to no avail. I told you not to tug on Superman's cape, and here you are still trying to prove your worth something. So at NBA Resurgence, I am going to finally give you what you have been asking for. I am going to hand you the beating you so richly deserve. And when I do it, I will be doing it for The New Society. I will be doing it for me. But most importantly Mr. ECWF man, I will be doing it for my NBA.


Bobby walks away with a satisfied look on his face. He knows that he has won the battle and the war. He knows that he is the next NBA Major League Champion. He knows that at Resurgence, he will have...the last laugh.

End of Scene.


End of Iron Man's False Title Reign.

[Big Time]

Out of character: I wasn't going to respond, but since you wrote one, I wrote a better one