Post by Tommy Contour on Feb 22, 2013 19:43:17 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a black backdrop. There is no logo for The Wrestling Federation, as the company hasn't even had time to create one. Instead, large white letters that were pressed on, simply spell out the words. Tommy Contour stands to the right, as his manager and longtime friend Phillipe Rougeau stands to the left. Tommy is looking off to the right as Rougeau looks right into the camera with a big grin.
Phillipe Rougeau: Ladies and gentlemen. Come January 24 you will bear witness. You will bear witness to this man beside me doing what he does best. You will see this man bring back the lost art of technical wrestling. You will stand in awe and you will marvel at what is being presented in front of you. It will appear as a dream to you but I assure you it will be a reality. The viewers at home, I have the honour and distinction of presenting to you, the world's greatest technical wrestler, Tommy Contour.
Phillipe Rougeau brings up his hands and motions towards Tommy Contour. Tommy shakes Rougeau's hands and smiles warmly.
Tommy: Phil you are too kind with your words. I thank you for your praise and I will not let you down. I will not let the fans down, for I made them a promise. I promised them that I would present to them the most technical match they has seen in years. Once I enter that wrestling ring that magic will happen. I don't need any gimmicks, such as ladders and chairs to have a main event level match. All I need to do this strap on my boots, walk into that wrestling ring and do what I do best. That my good sir, is wrestle.
Tommy turns towards the camera as he finishes his handshake with Rougeau. He rubs his goatee, as he does before he often speaks.
Tommy: Now, since last time I spoke, I had a chance to watch Warpath's rebuttal. Warpath, you brought up a point in your last little interview, that I feel I must give a counter on. She That point was that I’m no hardcore wrestler. Which is true, as hardcore wrestling was never my cup of tea. Never said that it was, and it never will be. Any god damn fool can swing a chair. Hell, I hit many a person over the head with a chair. That don't make me any more of a god damn true wrestler. You know what it does? It just makes me another, bland, boring person who claims to be a wrestler. And what do they have to show for it? A couple concussions, a few lost teeth and the applause of a few drunken red necks at a local bingo hall who only crave blood and gore? Warpath, you are so much better than that, and you know it. You know what though? True wrestling fans. The real fans who love the wrestling, not the entertainment, but the real wrestling, those are ones who understand what I do. But, I'll make you a deal. You can please those fans, and go for that hardcore title, extreme title, or what ever this company will call it. Meanwhile, I'll just be what I am. The best wrestler to enter the squared circle and be the heavyweight champion. While I put on wrestling clinics and instant five star classics, you and your hardcore buddies can slam light bulbs over each other's heads and slam each other through barbed wire tables. Deal?
I know what your about to say Warpath. “You did hardcore wrestling, so you can't say shit”. Yes, I done cage matches. Yes, I done ladder matches and not to brag, but I happen to be pretty damn good at them. But no, I’m not a hardcore wrestler. Even back in the IEA, I was shocked as the next person that I even won the damn title. However, I was much younger and thought “I can lower myself to this. It's better than nothing right?”. When I won it a second time I thought “Jesus, anybody can win this title. I wasn't even really trying”. When I lost it for the second time, well...using the term lost when imply I thought the title actually meant something. Let's say, was released of that burden, it was then I realized, basically, what a stupid bastard I was. I wasted so much time trying to become something I’m not. An untalented hack. I was always meant to be a true wrestler. Now, I’m not saying your a hack Warpath, because it's plain as day that your not. Yet...why would you want to be associated with such crap? I won't deny it, yeah, you hit with the chair once and knocked me out cold. So what? That was one time. It was a fluke. Yes, you'll still say “Well, it happened”, but Warpath, if I stumped my toe does that make me a klutz? If I break one law, does that make a criminal? You are going to judge my entire carrer, my entire life...by one moment? Seems pretty foolish , for a man who is supposed to be one hell of a smart guy. I got hit by chairs over the head plenty of times before and after. Admittedly, it hurt like hell and it's something I don't look forward to but I still got up to fight. Yet, your just going to gloss over those times right? I mean, you want me to look weak, which in turn, makes you look strong. Don't get me wrong, I can see why you would do that. It's just too bad that you have to take that route to try and make your point. As weak as it is.
Tommy shakes his head, as if he can't believe he has to say all this. But alas, he continues on.
There's being tough, then there's stupid. There's being an athlete, then there's being just a drunken fool at a bar who loves to brawl. Just because you might be able to take a chair over the head a few more times than the average person doesn't mean you should. Still though, you want to bring up the past? Fine, back in IEW I won Warrior's Pride. A match where the entire roster was hunting me down, to claim they defeated the world champion. What happened Warpath? That's right, I won the match. The whole thing. One of the gruelling and dangerous matches ever. Anything could happen. Anybody , could jump out from any where, at any time, with anything and it was all legal. Yet, somehow, me winning that by myself, doesn’t' make me tough? Oh right, we don’t' talk about that as that would, you know, go against your point of me being some sort of wuss. Warpath, if you want to beat me down , do your homework. Don't over look the accomplishments that I made. That things I worked hard to do, the accolades that I earned. I don't over look the fact that you are indeed a former world champion. It takes a certain drive to get to that point. Well, despite the fact your first title run you had to share with Jason Twisted because you couldn't hold the title by yourself. What you should have done, was just challenge him the next week for 100% ownership. Yet, it was as if you needed someone to ease you into being the world champion. At least when I won the world championship, I was the world champion. Not some co-champion crap. However, the second time around, you did much, much better. So bravo on that. See, I don't over look that, because to me, that means you are going to give me the challenge that I desire. And speaking of of the things I have done...
Tommy looks towards Rougeau, who in return nods with encouragement. Tommy then glances back towards the camera.
Tommy: Regarding my tag team wrestling with my cousin Johnny, I am damn proud about that. Tag team wrestling is what launched me into a successful single's career. I’m not ashamed of the path I took. Hell, I look forward to the time when the TWF will have it's first tag team match. Then I can show that not only am I best technical single's wrestler, but I am one hell of a tag team wrestler as well. Yet, you knock my tag team wrestling titles as if I should be sorry that I did them. But from what I recall, you yourself have been a tag team champion twice. Only twice. So you knock me for my tag team accomplishments, yet don't bother to discuss your own? Funny who that works uh? Do I sense a little jealousy? That I , along with my cousin Johnny, were able to climb to the top of the tag team division so often and you didn't? I won't deny that when I was world champion, I used every dirty trick I could to both win, and retain the championship. Though I did win matches cleanly and fairly, but I'll play along and forget that detail. Yes I did apologize for those actions, but Warpath, that was over two years ago. A very long, two years ago. That time, of me saying I’m sorry about this or that, is done. I realize I can't change what happened, and that's why I’m here. Hell, I will even go as far to grant you the fact that my last IEW come back was weak at best. I wanted to show the world Johnny and I changed, but we couldn't let go. We couldn't let go of the past, which resulted in us giving a half hearted attempt to make a comeback. Johnny and myself, couldn't get the job done. Simple as that. We never got our tag team title shot that we wanted, but clearly didn't deserve. However, that was then and this is now. I learned the hard way, and I can assure you , that mistake will never happen again! I’m not going to feel sorry for myself. I’m not going to try and be Mr. Nice Guy anymore. Warpath, if I can only promise you one thing , it's this. I will not make that same mistake again. Never again will I let my past, hold me back. Never will I be held back, or slowed down. I made a promise to myself that if I got back into professional wrestling that I would do it right. That I would use the talent that God gave me, that I would put all them hours I put on the wrestling mats, the dojos, the boxing rings to good use. That I would no longer soil and tarnish all what those arts stood for. I would show the world, that I am the best damn technical wrestler that anybody has ever seen!
I know what your thinking though Warpath. “Tommy, if you really are the best, then why are you saying it all the time”? I understand that the TWF is just starting out, it's just in its infancy. So are it's fans. Not everybody watched the IEW, not everybody is familiar with the history of this business. So, along with Phillipe Rougeue , I feel it necessary to first verbally educate the masses. I’m not insulting them, in fact, I look forward to actually just showing them. I’m excited about this match Warpath. I’m glad to show all the fans in the Rhode Island Convention Center a real show. I'm glad that I get to show that I am the greatest technical wrestler in the world today. I have proved that I was the best each and every time I stepped into the squared circle. Even when I cheated, I still slap on more submissions, throw more suplexs and lock on more holds in one single match than most others do in a month! Yet the end of the night, that my hand will be raised. I will walk right over to you, and I will shake your hand. I will look you right in the eyes and I will tell you “Good match!”. I expect nothing less from you, but I have all the confidence in the world that I will beat you.
Tommy rubs his wrapped hands together, as if he's taken a moment to think. Tommy in the past has been known for long promos, but Tommy feels the need to make more of that point tonight.
Tommy: Warpath, there is a difference between humility and confidence. If I wasn't so confident you'd be saying “Oh, Tommy. Your scared. You don't even believe in yourself”. I say one thing, I’m an overconfident prick. I say the opposite, and I’m a scared little pussy. There was never any pleasing you Warpath, but that's what made you into the man you are today. Something we can relate on. We are both men that it's never enough. We both want to always grow and get better. Yet you stand there, making threats to beat my ass, just because I’m so confident. Warpath, there's an expression I once heard. Don't remember who said it, but the importance of this line stuck with me. “It's not being cocky if you can back it up”. You said yourself Warpath, that I can do amazing things in the ring. You said yourself, that I’m a world class athlete. Your far from the only person who has told me that. When you heard that your whole life. Be it when I was practising marital arts, competing in amateur wrestling, to when I first entered professional wrestling. They all said that same thing. That I was talented and that i had one hell of a future left for me. Despite the fall I had two years ago, my career isn't over yet. In fact, far as I’m concerned I got a new lease on life and I intend not to screw it up again. I just know one thing, that I fear no man here. Including you, Warpath.
I never said I was here to scare , or intimidate anybody. I’m not the one going around with some bullshit, self given nick name. I’m not the one running around saying “I play by own rules”. Your not a teenager, so please stop with the whole teenage rebel gimmick. That is beneath you. Well, at least I thought it was. I’m not the one saying it's hunting season and that everybody else is the first pieces of meat. Give me a break Warpath. Your singing the same old tired tune you always been singing. It wasn't scary back then, and sure as hell isn't scary now. Your throwing around all this tough talk, trying to get me to get all worried, when as you can clearly tell, I’m not. I can't believe I’m even giving you an answer but if I don't, I can just tell what you'd say “Tommy didn't even reply, so he must be scared. Grrr!”. Warpath, it's clear as day that we're not scared of each other. Good. I’m not looking for anybody to be scared of me. What I’m looking for, all I’m looking for is a challenge. And when I beat that challenge, then the respect will come. Warpath, just because I’m not screaming, or flipping over tables don't mean I’m not passionate. Don't get my self control over a lack of desire to compete. Don't you ever doubt my willingness to compete. To put on the best show that I can, each and every night. You honestly think I lack passion? All them hours I put training in marital arts. All them hours I spent in the gym. All them nights I slept in my car outside of the wrestling school I went to, because I didn't want to leave? Never, and I mean never doubt my passion. I love this business. You wanna know how much?
Tommy glances to the side for a quick moment, takes a breath and looks right into the camera.
Tommy: I love this business so much that I gave up everything to be apart of it. My friends, my family, even my wife. Yeah, I had a wife. Her name was Jasmine. Beautiful woman. High school sweet heart. We were happily married, at least for a bit. But I was always on the road. Be it signings, interviews, training, wrestling or what ever. The fact was I was never home. I did love her, just not as much as I wanted to and not as much as she needed. I never talked about her because I was with my true love. The only thing I was in love with, truly in love with, was the business. Even when the crowed booed me, even when they wanted to kill me, I still loved this business. It was like anytime I spent with Jasmine, I felt she was the other woman. It felt like she was the mistress, and that I wasn't giving the time wrestling needed. So now, she's gone. Left me and don't blame her. Haven't heard from her in 5 years. I heard she remarried, to whom I have no idea. Even has a kid now. Daughter if I recall correctly. This ain't no sob story. I aint looking for pity, or tears. I’m just telling you what I gave up. It's a story you hear all too often in wrestling. You know that though? That doesn’t' bother me, because I’m still in love with professional wrestling. Why I started a wrestling school. Even if I couldn't be apart of it, I would give back to it. I would help create the future. So you can sit there and talk down to me. You can say I don't care, you can say I lack passion. You say what you need to say to help sell tickets. I'll just do what I always do. That's show the entire crowd from the back seats to the front rows how to wrestle!
You honestly think mere words are going to make me snap? Why? Why would, smack talk, which I heard a million times before from many other people, make me snap? How do I know that your not the one who will snap. As you said, all you been doing is working out. Working out and training men and women to be wrestlers are two different things. Perhaps you'll be the one who snaps under all the pressure that you are putting on yourself. So I ask you, what makes you so special in that regard Warpath? Let me tell you, it doesn’t. I won't snap, because I know in my heart the truth. The truth being that I am the best when it comes to straight up wrestling. Hold for hold, throw for throw, pound for pound, nobody, and I mean nobody can touch me. I can promise you those who do beat me, will have to find some other way other than pure scientific wrestling. As soon as that bell rings, it's game time. I will still offer my hand, and if you accept it, great. If not, then that's cool too. At least I was trying to be a man about the whole thing. Yes Warpath, I stand by what I said. If you don't respect me, then I will beat it into you.
Rougeau smiles and nods his head. Agreeing with each and every single word Tommy has to say.
Tommy: Since your such a big fan of brining up the past, let me drop some history on you. Would you like to know what the word backstage was? I heard it all the time, and this is no insult. They would say when you left the room, or even when you were never in it “That Warpath, he's a tough son of a bitch”. They would say “Man, nobody can swing a chair like him”. They would say so many different variations. I was even among them, even when we didn't see eye to eye. You know what though? Do you know what they never said? “Damn, that Warpath can wrestle”. They never said “Did you see Warpath put on that wrestling clinic?”. No, they never did. You know why Warpath? I'll tell you, since you seem to just, forget to tell the whole truth. The truth of the matter is, you never mastered the aspect of technical wrestling. I’m not a hardcore wrestler, and your certainly not a wrestler's wrestler. So that makes us even uh? Too bad this isn't a street fight, or a cage match, or a house of pain match. I swear to god, each time I hear that I wanna play “Jump around” , but that's another story. You try and bring up the fact that I’m no hardcore wrestler, which I’m not denying, to try and cover up your own insecurities. Your own inadequates to present yourself as somehow above me. Warpath, as a person, as a human being I’m not better than you. I am the better wrestler though. I’m better than anybody in the locker room.
See, Warpath...Phillipie and myself, we're just voicing what we know to be true. Shouldn't everybody? Shouldn't every wrestler who can grab a microphone state as such? Shouldn't they say they are the best? Strive to be best? If not, then why the hell are you a wrestler. Warpath, I’m not after money. If I was, I would have signed me a nice fat contract elsewhere. You know what I’m after? That all elusive goal. I want every single person to once again, admit that I, Tommy Contour, am the greatest technical wrestler in the world. And I wont' stop. I will not stop until I get what I want. Until I read in all the wrestling magazines, all the wrestling news sties that Tommy Contour, yet again, steals the number one spot again. I look forward to seeing you in the ring Warpath. It will be like old times.
Tommy goes to walk away, but Rougeau lightly grabs him by the arm.
Rougeau: Um, aren't you forgetting something?
Tommy's eyes look up, as if he's looking through his memory.
Tommy: Nothing of importance.
Rougeau: Tommy, your forgetting the third person of this triple threat match. Teague Neiland!
Tommy: Oh right! Foolish me, I forget all about him because, you know, he hasn't said or done a single thing to help promote this match. I already told him, his amateur wrestling won't help him too much. I already told him I could stuff any take down, I already told him it's takes more to be a professional wrestler then just having a decent amateur record. Yet, I doubt he'll listen to reason. So, I'll just have to teach him the way I teach my students at my school.
Rougeau: Which is, my friend?
Tommy: The hard way.
Tommy and Rougeau promptly walk off the screen and the scene fades to black. A local commercial promoting the upcoming show plays.
Phillipe Rougeau: Ladies and gentlemen. Come January 24 you will bear witness. You will bear witness to this man beside me doing what he does best. You will see this man bring back the lost art of technical wrestling. You will stand in awe and you will marvel at what is being presented in front of you. It will appear as a dream to you but I assure you it will be a reality. The viewers at home, I have the honour and distinction of presenting to you, the world's greatest technical wrestler, Tommy Contour.
Phillipe Rougeau brings up his hands and motions towards Tommy Contour. Tommy shakes Rougeau's hands and smiles warmly.
Tommy: Phil you are too kind with your words. I thank you for your praise and I will not let you down. I will not let the fans down, for I made them a promise. I promised them that I would present to them the most technical match they has seen in years. Once I enter that wrestling ring that magic will happen. I don't need any gimmicks, such as ladders and chairs to have a main event level match. All I need to do this strap on my boots, walk into that wrestling ring and do what I do best. That my good sir, is wrestle.
Tommy turns towards the camera as he finishes his handshake with Rougeau. He rubs his goatee, as he does before he often speaks.
Tommy: Now, since last time I spoke, I had a chance to watch Warpath's rebuttal. Warpath, you brought up a point in your last little interview, that I feel I must give a counter on. She That point was that I’m no hardcore wrestler. Which is true, as hardcore wrestling was never my cup of tea. Never said that it was, and it never will be. Any god damn fool can swing a chair. Hell, I hit many a person over the head with a chair. That don't make me any more of a god damn true wrestler. You know what it does? It just makes me another, bland, boring person who claims to be a wrestler. And what do they have to show for it? A couple concussions, a few lost teeth and the applause of a few drunken red necks at a local bingo hall who only crave blood and gore? Warpath, you are so much better than that, and you know it. You know what though? True wrestling fans. The real fans who love the wrestling, not the entertainment, but the real wrestling, those are ones who understand what I do. But, I'll make you a deal. You can please those fans, and go for that hardcore title, extreme title, or what ever this company will call it. Meanwhile, I'll just be what I am. The best wrestler to enter the squared circle and be the heavyweight champion. While I put on wrestling clinics and instant five star classics, you and your hardcore buddies can slam light bulbs over each other's heads and slam each other through barbed wire tables. Deal?
I know what your about to say Warpath. “You did hardcore wrestling, so you can't say shit”. Yes, I done cage matches. Yes, I done ladder matches and not to brag, but I happen to be pretty damn good at them. But no, I’m not a hardcore wrestler. Even back in the IEA, I was shocked as the next person that I even won the damn title. However, I was much younger and thought “I can lower myself to this. It's better than nothing right?”. When I won it a second time I thought “Jesus, anybody can win this title. I wasn't even really trying”. When I lost it for the second time, well...using the term lost when imply I thought the title actually meant something. Let's say, was released of that burden, it was then I realized, basically, what a stupid bastard I was. I wasted so much time trying to become something I’m not. An untalented hack. I was always meant to be a true wrestler. Now, I’m not saying your a hack Warpath, because it's plain as day that your not. Yet...why would you want to be associated with such crap? I won't deny it, yeah, you hit with the chair once and knocked me out cold. So what? That was one time. It was a fluke. Yes, you'll still say “Well, it happened”, but Warpath, if I stumped my toe does that make me a klutz? If I break one law, does that make a criminal? You are going to judge my entire carrer, my entire life...by one moment? Seems pretty foolish , for a man who is supposed to be one hell of a smart guy. I got hit by chairs over the head plenty of times before and after. Admittedly, it hurt like hell and it's something I don't look forward to but I still got up to fight. Yet, your just going to gloss over those times right? I mean, you want me to look weak, which in turn, makes you look strong. Don't get me wrong, I can see why you would do that. It's just too bad that you have to take that route to try and make your point. As weak as it is.
Tommy shakes his head, as if he can't believe he has to say all this. But alas, he continues on.
There's being tough, then there's stupid. There's being an athlete, then there's being just a drunken fool at a bar who loves to brawl. Just because you might be able to take a chair over the head a few more times than the average person doesn't mean you should. Still though, you want to bring up the past? Fine, back in IEW I won Warrior's Pride. A match where the entire roster was hunting me down, to claim they defeated the world champion. What happened Warpath? That's right, I won the match. The whole thing. One of the gruelling and dangerous matches ever. Anything could happen. Anybody , could jump out from any where, at any time, with anything and it was all legal. Yet, somehow, me winning that by myself, doesn’t' make me tough? Oh right, we don’t' talk about that as that would, you know, go against your point of me being some sort of wuss. Warpath, if you want to beat me down , do your homework. Don't over look the accomplishments that I made. That things I worked hard to do, the accolades that I earned. I don't over look the fact that you are indeed a former world champion. It takes a certain drive to get to that point. Well, despite the fact your first title run you had to share with Jason Twisted because you couldn't hold the title by yourself. What you should have done, was just challenge him the next week for 100% ownership. Yet, it was as if you needed someone to ease you into being the world champion. At least when I won the world championship, I was the world champion. Not some co-champion crap. However, the second time around, you did much, much better. So bravo on that. See, I don't over look that, because to me, that means you are going to give me the challenge that I desire. And speaking of of the things I have done...
Tommy looks towards Rougeau, who in return nods with encouragement. Tommy then glances back towards the camera.
Tommy: Regarding my tag team wrestling with my cousin Johnny, I am damn proud about that. Tag team wrestling is what launched me into a successful single's career. I’m not ashamed of the path I took. Hell, I look forward to the time when the TWF will have it's first tag team match. Then I can show that not only am I best technical single's wrestler, but I am one hell of a tag team wrestler as well. Yet, you knock my tag team wrestling titles as if I should be sorry that I did them. But from what I recall, you yourself have been a tag team champion twice. Only twice. So you knock me for my tag team accomplishments, yet don't bother to discuss your own? Funny who that works uh? Do I sense a little jealousy? That I , along with my cousin Johnny, were able to climb to the top of the tag team division so often and you didn't? I won't deny that when I was world champion, I used every dirty trick I could to both win, and retain the championship. Though I did win matches cleanly and fairly, but I'll play along and forget that detail. Yes I did apologize for those actions, but Warpath, that was over two years ago. A very long, two years ago. That time, of me saying I’m sorry about this or that, is done. I realize I can't change what happened, and that's why I’m here. Hell, I will even go as far to grant you the fact that my last IEW come back was weak at best. I wanted to show the world Johnny and I changed, but we couldn't let go. We couldn't let go of the past, which resulted in us giving a half hearted attempt to make a comeback. Johnny and myself, couldn't get the job done. Simple as that. We never got our tag team title shot that we wanted, but clearly didn't deserve. However, that was then and this is now. I learned the hard way, and I can assure you , that mistake will never happen again! I’m not going to feel sorry for myself. I’m not going to try and be Mr. Nice Guy anymore. Warpath, if I can only promise you one thing , it's this. I will not make that same mistake again. Never again will I let my past, hold me back. Never will I be held back, or slowed down. I made a promise to myself that if I got back into professional wrestling that I would do it right. That I would use the talent that God gave me, that I would put all them hours I put on the wrestling mats, the dojos, the boxing rings to good use. That I would no longer soil and tarnish all what those arts stood for. I would show the world, that I am the best damn technical wrestler that anybody has ever seen!
I know what your thinking though Warpath. “Tommy, if you really are the best, then why are you saying it all the time”? I understand that the TWF is just starting out, it's just in its infancy. So are it's fans. Not everybody watched the IEW, not everybody is familiar with the history of this business. So, along with Phillipe Rougeue , I feel it necessary to first verbally educate the masses. I’m not insulting them, in fact, I look forward to actually just showing them. I’m excited about this match Warpath. I’m glad to show all the fans in the Rhode Island Convention Center a real show. I'm glad that I get to show that I am the greatest technical wrestler in the world today. I have proved that I was the best each and every time I stepped into the squared circle. Even when I cheated, I still slap on more submissions, throw more suplexs and lock on more holds in one single match than most others do in a month! Yet the end of the night, that my hand will be raised. I will walk right over to you, and I will shake your hand. I will look you right in the eyes and I will tell you “Good match!”. I expect nothing less from you, but I have all the confidence in the world that I will beat you.
Tommy rubs his wrapped hands together, as if he's taken a moment to think. Tommy in the past has been known for long promos, but Tommy feels the need to make more of that point tonight.
Tommy: Warpath, there is a difference between humility and confidence. If I wasn't so confident you'd be saying “Oh, Tommy. Your scared. You don't even believe in yourself”. I say one thing, I’m an overconfident prick. I say the opposite, and I’m a scared little pussy. There was never any pleasing you Warpath, but that's what made you into the man you are today. Something we can relate on. We are both men that it's never enough. We both want to always grow and get better. Yet you stand there, making threats to beat my ass, just because I’m so confident. Warpath, there's an expression I once heard. Don't remember who said it, but the importance of this line stuck with me. “It's not being cocky if you can back it up”. You said yourself Warpath, that I can do amazing things in the ring. You said yourself, that I’m a world class athlete. Your far from the only person who has told me that. When you heard that your whole life. Be it when I was practising marital arts, competing in amateur wrestling, to when I first entered professional wrestling. They all said that same thing. That I was talented and that i had one hell of a future left for me. Despite the fall I had two years ago, my career isn't over yet. In fact, far as I’m concerned I got a new lease on life and I intend not to screw it up again. I just know one thing, that I fear no man here. Including you, Warpath.
I never said I was here to scare , or intimidate anybody. I’m not the one going around with some bullshit, self given nick name. I’m not the one running around saying “I play by own rules”. Your not a teenager, so please stop with the whole teenage rebel gimmick. That is beneath you. Well, at least I thought it was. I’m not the one saying it's hunting season and that everybody else is the first pieces of meat. Give me a break Warpath. Your singing the same old tired tune you always been singing. It wasn't scary back then, and sure as hell isn't scary now. Your throwing around all this tough talk, trying to get me to get all worried, when as you can clearly tell, I’m not. I can't believe I’m even giving you an answer but if I don't, I can just tell what you'd say “Tommy didn't even reply, so he must be scared. Grrr!”. Warpath, it's clear as day that we're not scared of each other. Good. I’m not looking for anybody to be scared of me. What I’m looking for, all I’m looking for is a challenge. And when I beat that challenge, then the respect will come. Warpath, just because I’m not screaming, or flipping over tables don't mean I’m not passionate. Don't get my self control over a lack of desire to compete. Don't you ever doubt my willingness to compete. To put on the best show that I can, each and every night. You honestly think I lack passion? All them hours I put training in marital arts. All them hours I spent in the gym. All them nights I slept in my car outside of the wrestling school I went to, because I didn't want to leave? Never, and I mean never doubt my passion. I love this business. You wanna know how much?
Tommy glances to the side for a quick moment, takes a breath and looks right into the camera.
Tommy: I love this business so much that I gave up everything to be apart of it. My friends, my family, even my wife. Yeah, I had a wife. Her name was Jasmine. Beautiful woman. High school sweet heart. We were happily married, at least for a bit. But I was always on the road. Be it signings, interviews, training, wrestling or what ever. The fact was I was never home. I did love her, just not as much as I wanted to and not as much as she needed. I never talked about her because I was with my true love. The only thing I was in love with, truly in love with, was the business. Even when the crowed booed me, even when they wanted to kill me, I still loved this business. It was like anytime I spent with Jasmine, I felt she was the other woman. It felt like she was the mistress, and that I wasn't giving the time wrestling needed. So now, she's gone. Left me and don't blame her. Haven't heard from her in 5 years. I heard she remarried, to whom I have no idea. Even has a kid now. Daughter if I recall correctly. This ain't no sob story. I aint looking for pity, or tears. I’m just telling you what I gave up. It's a story you hear all too often in wrestling. You know that though? That doesn’t' bother me, because I’m still in love with professional wrestling. Why I started a wrestling school. Even if I couldn't be apart of it, I would give back to it. I would help create the future. So you can sit there and talk down to me. You can say I don't care, you can say I lack passion. You say what you need to say to help sell tickets. I'll just do what I always do. That's show the entire crowd from the back seats to the front rows how to wrestle!
You honestly think mere words are going to make me snap? Why? Why would, smack talk, which I heard a million times before from many other people, make me snap? How do I know that your not the one who will snap. As you said, all you been doing is working out. Working out and training men and women to be wrestlers are two different things. Perhaps you'll be the one who snaps under all the pressure that you are putting on yourself. So I ask you, what makes you so special in that regard Warpath? Let me tell you, it doesn’t. I won't snap, because I know in my heart the truth. The truth being that I am the best when it comes to straight up wrestling. Hold for hold, throw for throw, pound for pound, nobody, and I mean nobody can touch me. I can promise you those who do beat me, will have to find some other way other than pure scientific wrestling. As soon as that bell rings, it's game time. I will still offer my hand, and if you accept it, great. If not, then that's cool too. At least I was trying to be a man about the whole thing. Yes Warpath, I stand by what I said. If you don't respect me, then I will beat it into you.
Rougeau smiles and nods his head. Agreeing with each and every single word Tommy has to say.
Tommy: Since your such a big fan of brining up the past, let me drop some history on you. Would you like to know what the word backstage was? I heard it all the time, and this is no insult. They would say when you left the room, or even when you were never in it “That Warpath, he's a tough son of a bitch”. They would say “Man, nobody can swing a chair like him”. They would say so many different variations. I was even among them, even when we didn't see eye to eye. You know what though? Do you know what they never said? “Damn, that Warpath can wrestle”. They never said “Did you see Warpath put on that wrestling clinic?”. No, they never did. You know why Warpath? I'll tell you, since you seem to just, forget to tell the whole truth. The truth of the matter is, you never mastered the aspect of technical wrestling. I’m not a hardcore wrestler, and your certainly not a wrestler's wrestler. So that makes us even uh? Too bad this isn't a street fight, or a cage match, or a house of pain match. I swear to god, each time I hear that I wanna play “Jump around” , but that's another story. You try and bring up the fact that I’m no hardcore wrestler, which I’m not denying, to try and cover up your own insecurities. Your own inadequates to present yourself as somehow above me. Warpath, as a person, as a human being I’m not better than you. I am the better wrestler though. I’m better than anybody in the locker room.
See, Warpath...Phillipie and myself, we're just voicing what we know to be true. Shouldn't everybody? Shouldn't every wrestler who can grab a microphone state as such? Shouldn't they say they are the best? Strive to be best? If not, then why the hell are you a wrestler. Warpath, I’m not after money. If I was, I would have signed me a nice fat contract elsewhere. You know what I’m after? That all elusive goal. I want every single person to once again, admit that I, Tommy Contour, am the greatest technical wrestler in the world. And I wont' stop. I will not stop until I get what I want. Until I read in all the wrestling magazines, all the wrestling news sties that Tommy Contour, yet again, steals the number one spot again. I look forward to seeing you in the ring Warpath. It will be like old times.
Tommy goes to walk away, but Rougeau lightly grabs him by the arm.
Rougeau: Um, aren't you forgetting something?
Tommy's eyes look up, as if he's looking through his memory.
Tommy: Nothing of importance.
Rougeau: Tommy, your forgetting the third person of this triple threat match. Teague Neiland!
Tommy: Oh right! Foolish me, I forget all about him because, you know, he hasn't said or done a single thing to help promote this match. I already told him, his amateur wrestling won't help him too much. I already told him I could stuff any take down, I already told him it's takes more to be a professional wrestler then just having a decent amateur record. Yet, I doubt he'll listen to reason. So, I'll just have to teach him the way I teach my students at my school.
Rougeau: Which is, my friend?
Tommy: The hard way.
Tommy and Rougeau promptly walk off the screen and the scene fades to black. A local commercial promoting the upcoming show plays.