Post by Tommy Contour on Mar 14, 2013 23:18:57 GMT -5
The scene opens up to an rather old looking door. The door opens and the pitch black of night is shown. The rough outline of a person can be seen, until the light is turned on. Tommy Contour, gym bag over his shoulder is shown. Tired and from the look on his face, he's certainly sore. He takes a look around at his hotel room. It's not a complete dive, but the smell of the cleaner they use to cover up the smell of cigarette smoke is a little stronger than he'd like it to be. He throws his bag, along with the hotel keys, onto the bed and sits on the edge of it. He takes a deep breath as he looks around. This is far from what he had a one time. At one time, he was travelling the wold, staying in five star hotels. Now, he was starting all over. He was right back at square one. Not that he was complaining, he was doing what he loved. However, he had forgotten what it was like to start all over again.
Tommy looks over at the phone. God, what an ugly phone. Tommy sighs and gets up to sit by the phone. He looks at it and starches the back of his head. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black wallet. He opens it up and shifts a few things until he pulls out an old business card. The front is some random company, it's slightly worn down but the back is in better condition. There's some number written on the back in black ink. Tommy takes a deep breath and reaches for the phone. Yet, his hand freezes before he touches it.
Tommy: The hell am I doing?
Tommy shakes his head and shoves the card back into his wallet. He knew he couldn't call that number. At least not yet. Besides, what would...no...what could he say. Nothing important. Nothing meaningful. He could tell of how he lost his first match, or that he was staying in some middle of the road hotel for the night. No, Tommy would wait. He would wait until he was on top of the company and have good news. Either that, or he'd call when he was at rock bottom. The latter was not going to be an option. He gets up and opens up the curtain and takes a look outside. Not much to see, just the dark of night, but at least it was distracting him. Distracting from the fact that he lost. He shakes his head, as if to get rid of those thoughts. He knows that if he starts to feel sorry for himself, that it won't get him anywheres. Expect lower in the ranks and that much further behind. After all, what's one loss? He is in fact, the best technical wrestler in the world today. He can't let one, petty loss throw him off his game. He's lost before and he got right back up. This time would be no damn different. Suddenly, his thought process is interrupted when the phone rings. Tommy turns around slowly to look at it and walks over and answers it, pressing the speaker button
Tommy: Hello?
Voice: It's me Tommy, where the hell are you?
Tommy: I’m fine...It's fine Rougeau. I just needed to go somewhere to clear my head.
Rougeau: Clear your head? I haven't been able to get a hold of you for two days. It's a damn miracle that I managed to get a hold of you now. I pretty much called every damn hotel in a 50 mile radius trying to track you down. Jesus, your phone dead?
Tommy: No, I actually just turned it off.
Rougeau: Now why the hell would you do that? Kind of defeats the purpose of having a cell phone!
Tommy: As I said, I just needed to get away. Clear my head. This was supposed to be my big triumphant return to professional wrestling. Instead, I fell for the old “toss my ass over the top rope” trick. Oldest trick in the book, and I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. So yeah, I needed time to watch the tape.
Rougeau: I get doing the research, but for two days?
Tommy: What can I say? I’m very through.
Rougeau: Still, as your manager I should be told where the hell you go. I can't be much of a manager if my client just gets up and leaves me out to dry. Johnny has been calling, and I been trying to tell him I had things under control. Too bad he knows when I’m lying the son of a bitch.
Tommy smiles and has a short chuckle at this.
Tommy: Well you can tell him I’m just fine. Just needed time to get my head back into place. I’m refocused and ready to compete. I'll be checking out tomorrow and I'll drive right back into the gym.
Rougeau: So I’m to expect to see you.
Tommy: I'll be there, it's a damn promise.
Rougeau: Well okay...but turn your damn cell back on.
Tommy sighs , reaches over and turns it on.
Tommy: It's back on. Thanks mom.
Tommy says that in a mocking, yet friendly tone.
Rougeau: Ah, shut up and I'll see you tomorrow. Just don't pull this crap on me again.
Rougeau hangs up and Tommy does the same. He looks at the phone and sees the several text messages that Rougeau wrote to him, but doesn't bother to delete them. Tommy instead, gets up and again looks out the window. With an arm pressed against the window, he presses his forehead against that forearm. He takes a moment, then without so much of a warning, Tommy grabs the keys to the hotel room, his bag on the bed , opens the door and lets it slam behind him.
The scene then opens to Tommy walking down the streets of Providence, Rhode Island. It's not quite dark yet, but the sun is setting back in the skyline of the city. People walk by Tommy without a second glance. Apparently, not too many people have been watching TWF. Well, at least not yet. Tommy planned to change that, and change it he will. With his hands in his pockets, Tommy looks directly into the camera.
Tommy: A lot of people have been bringing up my past, despite the fact they themselves have come here to start anew. I do not deny that what I did in the past may have been questionable. I do not deny that I did whatever it took to rise to the top. I used everybody to get to the top and didn't regret it at all. Then two years ago, after an injury my cousin Johnny and I sat down and took a long hard look at ourselves and what we done. We talked about it with each other in private for a long time and we came to a conclusion. That the more we cheated, the more we cheated ourselves. So that lead us to that fateful evening. That two years ago I made a public apology about what I did in the past. I thought at the time that was the first step towards creating a new future. I thought that it would help me get over my past and how we concentrate on my career. Foolish me , even thought the people would also look towards the future. Apparently I couldn't have been more incorrect. Still to this day people bring up the fact that I was once a upon a time I was a backstabbing, two face, untrustworthy bastard. And all that is true. But I get tired of hearing all that garbage. I got tired of people denying the facts that I was the best damn wrestler in professional wrestling today. I got tired of people are just saying that all I could do was cheat. I never wanted to deny my past all I ever wanted to do was be the better man in the present so that I could achieve what ever I wanted to in the future. So perhaps my desire to do so clouded my better judgement. Perhaps making that public apology did the opposite of what I intended. The thought has even occurred in my mind that perhaps I shouldn't have even made that apology. As you'll the expression goes though, hindsight is 20/20. Perhaps I should have focused more on redeeming myself within the ring. Not waste time on the microphone but simply be beat a mother fucker into the ground like I was supposed to from day one. Again that was two years ago. I had a lot of time to sit back, contemplate about the actions that I did more importantly contemplate about the things I didn't do. Why I came back to professional wrestling and why came back and sign with this new promotion. For two years the idea that I somehow fell off the rails that I got off track somewhere is all I could think about. You could say I was even becoming obsessed with the fact that I wasn't in a wrestling ring doing what I loved to do. And that ladies and gentlemen is to wrestle. Two long years to the very long years. Sure I kept busy with my wrestling academy do not get me wrong I'm very proud of that. But it's not the same. Is not the same as coming down to the wrestling ring in putting on the best match of the night every night. It's not even close. So I came back to professional wrestling. This time, I assure you that there won't be a single apology coming from my mouth. For anyting. I’m not saying I’m going to cheat, or lie, or steal. No, far from. But everything I will be doing, will be with purpose. Everything I do is al part of my plan. Simply, to be the best wrestler in the world today!
Tommy comes to a cross walk, but the light has the don't cross light on. So, Tommy waits for the light and continues to talk.
Tommy: A certain rumour is going around that I'm somehow becoming soft. That I'm somehow backpedalling that I'm somehow becoming a pushover. Why? Because I made an apology over two years ago in a company that no longer exists. Why? Because I'm not beating people with chairs, kicking them in the nuts when the referee is not looking anymore? Is it because I don't have Dante behind me 24/7. See, when I was this so-called ruthless bastard, I was the worst human being you guys ever knew. You would complain that I wouldn't win a match unless I had Dante holding my hands. That unless I cheated I could never win a match. Now that I dropped Dante and that I don't cheat I’m a pussy? I guess the old expressions true there are people you just can't please. No matter what you do, if I become this ruthless bastard I’m shit. Yet if I stay the same as I am right now, I’m still shit. That's why I haven't made an apology here yet, nor will I ever. I don't deny what happened in the past, hell does go on the Internet and read it up yourself. I still get emails of fans flaming me for that. I'm not looking to escape the past, hell I grow from the past. It led me to this point everything that is happened has led me to hear and now. I signed with this company to make a brand-new start of my career. I see all the fresh young talent and I said to myself I want a part of this. So you can call this the rebirth ,you can call it a restart of my career, hell didn't even call it the Phoenix rising from the ashes call it whatever you want. What I call it is a brand-new start. Sure it didn't start out exactly the way but I wanted to but there's still a hell of a long time left in this company. I do know when my first match hell I lost a lot of matches, but I never stopped me before.
The light turns , and Tommy crosses the street. He takes a left turn down a secondary street.
Tommy: And all that has lead me to finally, addressing my opponent! So Green Man, I'm not going to start saying that you don't belong in this company because the fact is, at least you won your first match. But really cool did you beat? A guy who thinks he's the Joker but won't say he's a Joker due to copyright infringement. It who did I lose to, I lost the war past. A former world heavyweight champion you know somebody who the name actually has weight. But he never beat me. And that last match he didn't pin me nor did he make me some submit. I just made one careless move and he got the quick pin. And because of that one simple mistake I'm not in the main event. However, that don't really concern me now. What concerns me is making sure that never happens again. As Winston Churchill once said “All men make mistakes, but only wise men learn from their mistakes”. In other words, don’t' count on it ever happening again!
Bur while your doing little jig on the dance floor or whatever the hell you do,I'll be in a wrestling ring. Improving were a need to improve to ensure that I remain, pound for pound, throw for throw, hold for hold, the best pure technical wrestler in the industry today. Just because I lost one battle does not mean that I will lose this war. No this simply opened my eyes it showed me that I need to keep pushing myself. It showed me that I need to keep on growing. And that's exactly what I'm want to do. You see green man when you enter the ring with me it's not going to be personal. Because I'm a professional wrestler, this time the key word being professional .I will shake your hand and then proceed to shove my foot straight up your ass. And green man to use an overly used saying , I'll put the beat you like you owe me alimony. I'm not trying to be scary or intimidating I'm simply trying to be honest. I'm trying to give you a heads up, I’m trying to be a nice guy here. However once the bell rings, is going to be hard to dance when I knock your ass out with the headliner. You won't be busting out the robot what I lock you in the plot twist. In fact you'll be doing much moving at all. While unless you consider being thrown with air suplex movement.
Tommy's walking comes to a sudden halt.
Tommy: In case you can't tell, I sort of have a fire lit up under my ass. I may have lost to Warpath, but I am damn sure not going to lose to somebody who looks like a walking green screen. I’m not going to lose to someone who refuses to show their face. I’m not going to lose, period. I didn't put all them hours, no...years into training, all that time into perfecting my grappling just to fall flat on my face now. Green Man, do you really know what you got yourself into? You should know by now that I am, without a doubt, the most dangerous man on the mat. I know more submissions, more counters, and just more wrestling than anybody here in the TWF. I been putting people in submissions and throwing people around since I was a small child. I have been involved in contact sports for the vast majority of my life. Question is...have you? Some might be asking, who is behind the mask? Why are you afraid to look me in the eye, face to face like a man? I’m not going to waste anytime on such foolish, meaningless questions. Instead, I’m going to leave you with a question Green Man. How do you plan on stopping me? How do you even plan on slowing me down? Green Man, you now stand in my way of redemption. Of proving that my first loss, in the manner that I lost was only a fluke. A random chance. I will not stop in my quest to shake off that lost. Green man, your just the wrong man..woman...what ever, at the wrong time. Best of luck, as you'll damn will need it!
The camera then goes behind Tommy , as he walks directly into a large gym that says “Open 24/7”. Then, he walks directly into it, letting the door slam behind him. Scene fades to black.
Tommy looks over at the phone. God, what an ugly phone. Tommy sighs and gets up to sit by the phone. He looks at it and starches the back of his head. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black wallet. He opens it up and shifts a few things until he pulls out an old business card. The front is some random company, it's slightly worn down but the back is in better condition. There's some number written on the back in black ink. Tommy takes a deep breath and reaches for the phone. Yet, his hand freezes before he touches it.
Tommy: The hell am I doing?
Tommy shakes his head and shoves the card back into his wallet. He knew he couldn't call that number. At least not yet. Besides, what would...no...what could he say. Nothing important. Nothing meaningful. He could tell of how he lost his first match, or that he was staying in some middle of the road hotel for the night. No, Tommy would wait. He would wait until he was on top of the company and have good news. Either that, or he'd call when he was at rock bottom. The latter was not going to be an option. He gets up and opens up the curtain and takes a look outside. Not much to see, just the dark of night, but at least it was distracting him. Distracting from the fact that he lost. He shakes his head, as if to get rid of those thoughts. He knows that if he starts to feel sorry for himself, that it won't get him anywheres. Expect lower in the ranks and that much further behind. After all, what's one loss? He is in fact, the best technical wrestler in the world today. He can't let one, petty loss throw him off his game. He's lost before and he got right back up. This time would be no damn different. Suddenly, his thought process is interrupted when the phone rings. Tommy turns around slowly to look at it and walks over and answers it, pressing the speaker button
Tommy: Hello?
Voice: It's me Tommy, where the hell are you?
Tommy: I’m fine...It's fine Rougeau. I just needed to go somewhere to clear my head.
Rougeau: Clear your head? I haven't been able to get a hold of you for two days. It's a damn miracle that I managed to get a hold of you now. I pretty much called every damn hotel in a 50 mile radius trying to track you down. Jesus, your phone dead?
Tommy: No, I actually just turned it off.
Rougeau: Now why the hell would you do that? Kind of defeats the purpose of having a cell phone!
Tommy: As I said, I just needed to get away. Clear my head. This was supposed to be my big triumphant return to professional wrestling. Instead, I fell for the old “toss my ass over the top rope” trick. Oldest trick in the book, and I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. So yeah, I needed time to watch the tape.
Rougeau: I get doing the research, but for two days?
Tommy: What can I say? I’m very through.
Rougeau: Still, as your manager I should be told where the hell you go. I can't be much of a manager if my client just gets up and leaves me out to dry. Johnny has been calling, and I been trying to tell him I had things under control. Too bad he knows when I’m lying the son of a bitch.
Tommy smiles and has a short chuckle at this.
Tommy: Well you can tell him I’m just fine. Just needed time to get my head back into place. I’m refocused and ready to compete. I'll be checking out tomorrow and I'll drive right back into the gym.
Rougeau: So I’m to expect to see you.
Tommy: I'll be there, it's a damn promise.
Rougeau: Well okay...but turn your damn cell back on.
Tommy sighs , reaches over and turns it on.
Tommy: It's back on. Thanks mom.
Tommy says that in a mocking, yet friendly tone.
Rougeau: Ah, shut up and I'll see you tomorrow. Just don't pull this crap on me again.
Rougeau hangs up and Tommy does the same. He looks at the phone and sees the several text messages that Rougeau wrote to him, but doesn't bother to delete them. Tommy instead, gets up and again looks out the window. With an arm pressed against the window, he presses his forehead against that forearm. He takes a moment, then without so much of a warning, Tommy grabs the keys to the hotel room, his bag on the bed , opens the door and lets it slam behind him.
The scene then opens to Tommy walking down the streets of Providence, Rhode Island. It's not quite dark yet, but the sun is setting back in the skyline of the city. People walk by Tommy without a second glance. Apparently, not too many people have been watching TWF. Well, at least not yet. Tommy planned to change that, and change it he will. With his hands in his pockets, Tommy looks directly into the camera.
Tommy: A lot of people have been bringing up my past, despite the fact they themselves have come here to start anew. I do not deny that what I did in the past may have been questionable. I do not deny that I did whatever it took to rise to the top. I used everybody to get to the top and didn't regret it at all. Then two years ago, after an injury my cousin Johnny and I sat down and took a long hard look at ourselves and what we done. We talked about it with each other in private for a long time and we came to a conclusion. That the more we cheated, the more we cheated ourselves. So that lead us to that fateful evening. That two years ago I made a public apology about what I did in the past. I thought at the time that was the first step towards creating a new future. I thought that it would help me get over my past and how we concentrate on my career. Foolish me , even thought the people would also look towards the future. Apparently I couldn't have been more incorrect. Still to this day people bring up the fact that I was once a upon a time I was a backstabbing, two face, untrustworthy bastard. And all that is true. But I get tired of hearing all that garbage. I got tired of people denying the facts that I was the best damn wrestler in professional wrestling today. I got tired of people are just saying that all I could do was cheat. I never wanted to deny my past all I ever wanted to do was be the better man in the present so that I could achieve what ever I wanted to in the future. So perhaps my desire to do so clouded my better judgement. Perhaps making that public apology did the opposite of what I intended. The thought has even occurred in my mind that perhaps I shouldn't have even made that apology. As you'll the expression goes though, hindsight is 20/20. Perhaps I should have focused more on redeeming myself within the ring. Not waste time on the microphone but simply be beat a mother fucker into the ground like I was supposed to from day one. Again that was two years ago. I had a lot of time to sit back, contemplate about the actions that I did more importantly contemplate about the things I didn't do. Why I came back to professional wrestling and why came back and sign with this new promotion. For two years the idea that I somehow fell off the rails that I got off track somewhere is all I could think about. You could say I was even becoming obsessed with the fact that I wasn't in a wrestling ring doing what I loved to do. And that ladies and gentlemen is to wrestle. Two long years to the very long years. Sure I kept busy with my wrestling academy do not get me wrong I'm very proud of that. But it's not the same. Is not the same as coming down to the wrestling ring in putting on the best match of the night every night. It's not even close. So I came back to professional wrestling. This time, I assure you that there won't be a single apology coming from my mouth. For anyting. I’m not saying I’m going to cheat, or lie, or steal. No, far from. But everything I will be doing, will be with purpose. Everything I do is al part of my plan. Simply, to be the best wrestler in the world today!
Tommy comes to a cross walk, but the light has the don't cross light on. So, Tommy waits for the light and continues to talk.
Tommy: A certain rumour is going around that I'm somehow becoming soft. That I'm somehow backpedalling that I'm somehow becoming a pushover. Why? Because I made an apology over two years ago in a company that no longer exists. Why? Because I'm not beating people with chairs, kicking them in the nuts when the referee is not looking anymore? Is it because I don't have Dante behind me 24/7. See, when I was this so-called ruthless bastard, I was the worst human being you guys ever knew. You would complain that I wouldn't win a match unless I had Dante holding my hands. That unless I cheated I could never win a match. Now that I dropped Dante and that I don't cheat I’m a pussy? I guess the old expressions true there are people you just can't please. No matter what you do, if I become this ruthless bastard I’m shit. Yet if I stay the same as I am right now, I’m still shit. That's why I haven't made an apology here yet, nor will I ever. I don't deny what happened in the past, hell does go on the Internet and read it up yourself. I still get emails of fans flaming me for that. I'm not looking to escape the past, hell I grow from the past. It led me to this point everything that is happened has led me to hear and now. I signed with this company to make a brand-new start of my career. I see all the fresh young talent and I said to myself I want a part of this. So you can call this the rebirth ,you can call it a restart of my career, hell didn't even call it the Phoenix rising from the ashes call it whatever you want. What I call it is a brand-new start. Sure it didn't start out exactly the way but I wanted to but there's still a hell of a long time left in this company. I do know when my first match hell I lost a lot of matches, but I never stopped me before.
The light turns , and Tommy crosses the street. He takes a left turn down a secondary street.
Tommy: And all that has lead me to finally, addressing my opponent! So Green Man, I'm not going to start saying that you don't belong in this company because the fact is, at least you won your first match. But really cool did you beat? A guy who thinks he's the Joker but won't say he's a Joker due to copyright infringement. It who did I lose to, I lost the war past. A former world heavyweight champion you know somebody who the name actually has weight. But he never beat me. And that last match he didn't pin me nor did he make me some submit. I just made one careless move and he got the quick pin. And because of that one simple mistake I'm not in the main event. However, that don't really concern me now. What concerns me is making sure that never happens again. As Winston Churchill once said “All men make mistakes, but only wise men learn from their mistakes”. In other words, don’t' count on it ever happening again!
Bur while your doing little jig on the dance floor or whatever the hell you do,I'll be in a wrestling ring. Improving were a need to improve to ensure that I remain, pound for pound, throw for throw, hold for hold, the best pure technical wrestler in the industry today. Just because I lost one battle does not mean that I will lose this war. No this simply opened my eyes it showed me that I need to keep pushing myself. It showed me that I need to keep on growing. And that's exactly what I'm want to do. You see green man when you enter the ring with me it's not going to be personal. Because I'm a professional wrestler, this time the key word being professional .I will shake your hand and then proceed to shove my foot straight up your ass. And green man to use an overly used saying , I'll put the beat you like you owe me alimony. I'm not trying to be scary or intimidating I'm simply trying to be honest. I'm trying to give you a heads up, I’m trying to be a nice guy here. However once the bell rings, is going to be hard to dance when I knock your ass out with the headliner. You won't be busting out the robot what I lock you in the plot twist. In fact you'll be doing much moving at all. While unless you consider being thrown with air suplex movement.
Tommy's walking comes to a sudden halt.
Tommy: In case you can't tell, I sort of have a fire lit up under my ass. I may have lost to Warpath, but I am damn sure not going to lose to somebody who looks like a walking green screen. I’m not going to lose to someone who refuses to show their face. I’m not going to lose, period. I didn't put all them hours, no...years into training, all that time into perfecting my grappling just to fall flat on my face now. Green Man, do you really know what you got yourself into? You should know by now that I am, without a doubt, the most dangerous man on the mat. I know more submissions, more counters, and just more wrestling than anybody here in the TWF. I been putting people in submissions and throwing people around since I was a small child. I have been involved in contact sports for the vast majority of my life. Question is...have you? Some might be asking, who is behind the mask? Why are you afraid to look me in the eye, face to face like a man? I’m not going to waste anytime on such foolish, meaningless questions. Instead, I’m going to leave you with a question Green Man. How do you plan on stopping me? How do you even plan on slowing me down? Green Man, you now stand in my way of redemption. Of proving that my first loss, in the manner that I lost was only a fluke. A random chance. I will not stop in my quest to shake off that lost. Green man, your just the wrong man..woman...what ever, at the wrong time. Best of luck, as you'll damn will need it!
The camera then goes behind Tommy , as he walks directly into a large gym that says “Open 24/7”. Then, he walks directly into it, letting the door slam behind him. Scene fades to black.