Post by Tommy Contour on Apr 11, 2013 19:22:48 GMT -5
??: A rematch of sorts. A chance to prove just who is the better wrestler. An opportunity to settle the score., as let's be honest we didn't start out in this company on the best foot now did we Teague ?
The voice belongs to none other than Tommy Contour. He is leaning up against a concrete wall, which at first looks nothing special. However, the camera pulls back and above him is several NCAA Division one wrestling championships. Tommy looks up and nods his head, in a actual sign of respect. The camera turns around and shows the several amateur wrestling mats all across the large gym. It turns back to Tommy, with hands in his pockets.
Tommy: You know, I'll be honest. This whole thing here brings me back. Reminds me of my old high school and college days where I would wrestle up in Canada. Sure, Canada isn't really known for being an amateur wrestling powerhouse like the states, and I would never claim other wise. That sure as hell don’t' mean we don’t' have world class talented wrestlers up here either. That doesn't mean we don't endure the same training, suffer the same sport related injuries. I remember, each day after class I would have to run to make it to practices in time. Two hours of Freestyle, followed right by another two hours of Gerco-Roman practice. Trust me, it's tiring. It's damn draining but it's worth it. The carido, the techniques, it all pays for it self in the end. It gives you a great launching point to go into either mixed marital arts or professional wrestling. However, that's all that it does. It does not promise success it does not promise reward. It promises nothing. I came here, in this wrestling gym to address you, Teague on your own turf. Somewhere you might be comfortable actually showing up. The last two cards you haven't even bothered to really show up. Oh, you were there but you didn't bring your A game.
You see, you disrespect this company, you disrespect the business, and most of all, you disrespect me. You spit in my face when you don't even bother to put in the effort to even give a damn. Your supposed to be a NCAA wrestler! The hardest working athlete there is, and this....this is the best you can offer? Back to back losses you have and it's clear as day you clearly don't care about this company. You don't care about the crowed, you don't even care about your job. So I have to ask you...why should I even be worried about you? I mean, if you actually put that NCAA level wrestling to use, I might have a little reason to be concerned. You though...your nothing. Somebody who doesn't even try, now that to me is the biggest damn loser I have ever met. If you would only try, I might, might have some respect for you. I hate to say it, but I don't have one ounce of respect for you. You haven't earned it. Through your lack of words and lack of meaningful actions. Rizzo made this match, so I’m going to honor it. Don;t think I won't, but I’m going to simply beat your sorry ass into the ground. Forget your wrestling, as it's obvious you don't even know how to apply it. So let me do the wrestling, after all, I’m the best in the world at it. Let me show how you to incorporate amateur wrestling into professional wrestling. While we're at it, allow me to also demonstrate Judo, Sambo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to you. Let me show you how the big boys play. Let me show you how to suplex a man around like a rag doll. Allow me to help you learn that being locked in a submission is a bad thing. I'll even give you a heads up. This coming match, I’m not going to pin you. Nope, I’m going for the tap. I'll even tell you what move I'll be using. It's the Plot Twist. So just train for that, and train hard. Learn to tuck your chin, learn to never expose your back. Honestly, I want you to try because still, no matter what you do, I’m still going to lock it in. I’m still going to choke your sorry ass, and you're still going to tap out. Until you have the courage to say anything in return...or sign anything in return, I’m done talking. Bring your A game, before you leave with a pink slip!
Tommy walks out of the wrestling gym and into the hall way where the wrestlers would walk into the training gym. Tommy sits down on a bench ,where family would wait to pick up the wrestles. He leans his head back and sighs. What the hell was he doing? He loved the business sure, it was his entire life. Ever since he was a child, he dreamed of being a tag team champion with his cousin. He also dreamed of being world champion someday. Through years of hard work, and some would even say divine intervention, he achieved not one, but both dreams. However, that was yeas ago. He was older now, 33 which isn't all that old but in professional wrestling it wasn't. He came to TWF for another shot at glory, to do what he loved. Yet, this wasn't how he envisioned it. He knew he would have to start from the bottom, but...he had almost forgotten what it was like to actually start at the bottom. Wrestling against people who clearly didn't love the business, who were only in it for the money. It drove Tommy crazy to think that after all these years of wrestling, that there were still people like that.
Tommy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. For a moment, he just stares at it. It as if Tommy , for a moment, is locked into a trance. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens the wallet and bites his lips. A tight feeling enters his chest. Damn anxiety. Usually Tommy could just breath it out, or make himself think of something else. However, he just couldn't shake this thought. The thought of her, the thought of...Tommy shakes his head, and closes the wallet abruptly. The hell was he thinking? The time he was in the hotel room, he knew he shouldn't call her. Hell, he knew she couldn't call her. What would he have said? It's been so long since he said anything...since he even seen her. Even then, it wasn't even close to being on the best of terms. He knew, for wrestling he had to give up everything. Including her. He never knew how his peers, his fellow wrestlers could maintain relationships without risking their wrestling careers. They could always travel together but...no matter how much you love someone, you can only handle them being beside you so much before you snap.
So, Tommy shoves his wallet back into his pocket. He stands up and walks out of the room. He wasn't going to call her...not yet. Not until he actually had something important, something meaningful to say...
The voice belongs to none other than Tommy Contour. He is leaning up against a concrete wall, which at first looks nothing special. However, the camera pulls back and above him is several NCAA Division one wrestling championships. Tommy looks up and nods his head, in a actual sign of respect. The camera turns around and shows the several amateur wrestling mats all across the large gym. It turns back to Tommy, with hands in his pockets.
Tommy: You know, I'll be honest. This whole thing here brings me back. Reminds me of my old high school and college days where I would wrestle up in Canada. Sure, Canada isn't really known for being an amateur wrestling powerhouse like the states, and I would never claim other wise. That sure as hell don’t' mean we don’t' have world class talented wrestlers up here either. That doesn't mean we don't endure the same training, suffer the same sport related injuries. I remember, each day after class I would have to run to make it to practices in time. Two hours of Freestyle, followed right by another two hours of Gerco-Roman practice. Trust me, it's tiring. It's damn draining but it's worth it. The carido, the techniques, it all pays for it self in the end. It gives you a great launching point to go into either mixed marital arts or professional wrestling. However, that's all that it does. It does not promise success it does not promise reward. It promises nothing. I came here, in this wrestling gym to address you, Teague on your own turf. Somewhere you might be comfortable actually showing up. The last two cards you haven't even bothered to really show up. Oh, you were there but you didn't bring your A game.
You see, you disrespect this company, you disrespect the business, and most of all, you disrespect me. You spit in my face when you don't even bother to put in the effort to even give a damn. Your supposed to be a NCAA wrestler! The hardest working athlete there is, and this....this is the best you can offer? Back to back losses you have and it's clear as day you clearly don't care about this company. You don't care about the crowed, you don't even care about your job. So I have to ask you...why should I even be worried about you? I mean, if you actually put that NCAA level wrestling to use, I might have a little reason to be concerned. You though...your nothing. Somebody who doesn't even try, now that to me is the biggest damn loser I have ever met. If you would only try, I might, might have some respect for you. I hate to say it, but I don't have one ounce of respect for you. You haven't earned it. Through your lack of words and lack of meaningful actions. Rizzo made this match, so I’m going to honor it. Don;t think I won't, but I’m going to simply beat your sorry ass into the ground. Forget your wrestling, as it's obvious you don't even know how to apply it. So let me do the wrestling, after all, I’m the best in the world at it. Let me show how you to incorporate amateur wrestling into professional wrestling. While we're at it, allow me to also demonstrate Judo, Sambo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to you. Let me show you how the big boys play. Let me show you how to suplex a man around like a rag doll. Allow me to help you learn that being locked in a submission is a bad thing. I'll even give you a heads up. This coming match, I’m not going to pin you. Nope, I’m going for the tap. I'll even tell you what move I'll be using. It's the Plot Twist. So just train for that, and train hard. Learn to tuck your chin, learn to never expose your back. Honestly, I want you to try because still, no matter what you do, I’m still going to lock it in. I’m still going to choke your sorry ass, and you're still going to tap out. Until you have the courage to say anything in return...or sign anything in return, I’m done talking. Bring your A game, before you leave with a pink slip!
Tommy walks out of the wrestling gym and into the hall way where the wrestlers would walk into the training gym. Tommy sits down on a bench ,where family would wait to pick up the wrestles. He leans his head back and sighs. What the hell was he doing? He loved the business sure, it was his entire life. Ever since he was a child, he dreamed of being a tag team champion with his cousin. He also dreamed of being world champion someday. Through years of hard work, and some would even say divine intervention, he achieved not one, but both dreams. However, that was yeas ago. He was older now, 33 which isn't all that old but in professional wrestling it wasn't. He came to TWF for another shot at glory, to do what he loved. Yet, this wasn't how he envisioned it. He knew he would have to start from the bottom, but...he had almost forgotten what it was like to actually start at the bottom. Wrestling against people who clearly didn't love the business, who were only in it for the money. It drove Tommy crazy to think that after all these years of wrestling, that there were still people like that.
Tommy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. For a moment, he just stares at it. It as if Tommy , for a moment, is locked into a trance. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens the wallet and bites his lips. A tight feeling enters his chest. Damn anxiety. Usually Tommy could just breath it out, or make himself think of something else. However, he just couldn't shake this thought. The thought of her, the thought of...Tommy shakes his head, and closes the wallet abruptly. The hell was he thinking? The time he was in the hotel room, he knew he shouldn't call her. Hell, he knew she couldn't call her. What would he have said? It's been so long since he said anything...since he even seen her. Even then, it wasn't even close to being on the best of terms. He knew, for wrestling he had to give up everything. Including her. He never knew how his peers, his fellow wrestlers could maintain relationships without risking their wrestling careers. They could always travel together but...no matter how much you love someone, you can only handle them being beside you so much before you snap.
So, Tommy shoves his wallet back into his pocket. He stands up and walks out of the room. He wasn't going to call her...not yet. Not until he actually had something important, something meaningful to say...