Post by Warpath on Feb 22, 2013 23:53:41 GMT -5
(Ruffled sounds of water movement fill our ears. Swish....swish...swish! Following every movement, a small gasp of air....huuuu....huuuuu...huuuu!!!)
Ironic isn't it that the more things change, the more they stay the same. A familar pattern falls to place. In my career it has always been that same trend. I have worked a lifetime to achieve great things in a business filled with new records everyday, but for whom, myself or others? In a two year absence, I come back focused upon recreation, reincarnation, born again to better myself. To end a career full of achievement the right way and yet the name of Warpath again is used for the notoriety of another.
Swish...swish...swish!
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"Could it be this underlying reason that I'm pitted against a man named Teague Neiland this week...notoriety. A young buck needing a strong win to establish his place in the early pecking order of the TWF. Who am I? A veteran presence with enough big wins in his life to rival the combined season success of the top seeded baseball team three years out...four years out or a fizzled out old fart with only his name to live off for himself? There is some truth to the reality that I myself am on equal footing with Teague Neiland. Despite what I have accompolished elsewhere, I have accompolished nothing yet in the TWF. This is why I am getting back to basics, trying to erase two years of pain. Two years of failure. Two years of inactivity. Two years of solitude. Yet still strangely enough the name of Warpath still holds it value, like a two dollar bill. Could it be that I am pitted against Tommy Contour for similar reasons as Teague Neiland? An effort so that he may revive a late struggling career himself. Could the name of Warpath and all the big wins of it's past give Tommy the momentary flash that a James Toney win over Evander Hollyfield did for him. Stepping up to the heavyweights and knocking down one of its historical finest, or much like that situation would Tommy win and like Toney go on to accompolish nothing of merit afterwards."
Swish...swish...swish!
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"Perhaps I am not Evander Hollyfield, but rather George Foreman, destined to recapture old aged glory. I like that story. I like that ending, walking into the sunset with your head still held high, that is the plan. That is the mission. That will be the reality. Yet amongst all of that, that familar vibe floats over me. I am facing Teague Neiland and Tommy Contour this week, so why does this Green Man asshole keep off handedly mentioning me? Isn't Jake Jester his problem? Could this be just another cat looking to get some quick attention off my name, my accomplishments. That would follow the story of my career. I come in ready to win gold, ready to win respect and some random person steps in front of me for a go. We duke it out for awhile, and I move on presumably to continue my path and then we repeat process until finally there is nobody left but the world heavyweight champion. It could be said this is why I have so many big wins in my career and it has been a blessing in disguise or I could look at it as being an annoyance to my ultimate goals. Curious that after a two year hiatus, not much has changed."
Swish...swish....swish!
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"This Green man, the way this guy talks, the way he acts, it's all too familar. Looks so much like a familar foe in the later or more recent part of my career. Could it be...no? That guy, a dancing sprite now? Perhaps I should reserve my judgement until this retarded youtube sensation steps foward on his own terms. Weird though that guy is so anal about his identity, a face covering suit, a digitized voice coder, would rather write then talk, is stupid enough with so much carefulness to risk exposure at the expense of throwing down some calories on the back of a taco truck in a broad opening."
"Okay Dave, Mr. Warpath thats good for now. Take a break."
( We enter the scene of a huge olympic style swimming pool. Warpath can be seen rested against a step ladder. Pushing air through his lungs and out his mouth, His huge chest pulsing with life. It is clear Warpath has been in the midst of a brisk workout regiment. One of the finer perks for a professional wrestler, even one damn near broke, hotel fare and gym access at the expense of the company. A smaller but well cut trainer stands above Warpath on the ledge of the pool.)
Trainer: Go ahead and take twenty.
Warpath: I'm ready to keep going man. I'll rest when I'm dead.
Trainer: Unfortunately the gym mandates that I must take a break right now after being on the clock for four hours.
Warpath: I mean no offense but I'm no rookie at this and I can workout just fine on my own.
Trainer: Yeah no doubt but another unfortunate rule of this gym. First week new members must be provided a trainer like we discussed earlier.
Warpath: Alright if you say so. Look I'm just going to relax here then, collect my thoughts.
Trainer: Knock yourself out chief. Back in twenty. Just no unsupervised swimming though.
(Warpath gestures an understood motion. He flings his head back against the middle steps of the ladder and closes his eyes, drifting off in thought.)
"This Green Man mocks a small portion of my promo. I let some cameras follow me around for a day and this what I get. Again I ask myself why is this Green Man so occupied with me. Why is there still an utter silence from Teague Neiland's end? Could it be cold feet from a young bitch named Teague Neiland? Perhaps he understands how completely intent I am on beating his bladder defective. Atleast Tommy Contour has spoken. He spoke words but only half truths. Our great and admirable, yet fearless hybrid of the fed, a professional wrestler as well as a mixed martial artist. He debates confidence with humility. Yet why so confident? When is the last time he actually won something on his own? It's a bit disturbing that a man of those qualifications, all air and apparently less action is leading a training academy up for our inspiring youth. Great next generation we get to look forward too. Still much like The Green Man, I wonder if Teague Neiland in his mind will look to poke ridicule at a conversation with an old lady. Maybe they make light of my financial woes and think that for one minute that one day of insight into my life gives anybody enough observation to make any sort of judgement or reference. If the TWF only knew EVERYTHING that I've been through. Everything that has made me more uncontrollable and dangerous than ever. Everything that has maimed me into an agent of eradication, capable of violently disfiguring anybody with enough guts or glory to meet me halfway in the ring. Laughable in this same line of thought that a man in a green outfit should refer to me as a lackluster philospher and yet he himself is doing nothing but trying to inspire others through different antics. That is nothing but a philospher in its own right. My opinion is just a relevant as his. Obviously my deep believed ideals make me a target as a philospher and that may come across as lame and boring to some but in a parallel state of mind, somebody wearing a green costume that probably dances after everything, everything including the acts of a two year old toddler dancing like Rihanna following taking a shit in their potty. That in its own right is just as lame. I fail to see the substitiute here for a guy like myself, emotional and driven, inspired and motivated to be less compelling television then a man that does a robot dance or attempts to pelvic thrust fear into his opposition. It's definately appealing to mindless teenagers and young irresponsible adults but to the big boys, it's nonsense. People like a success story and I'm going to give em one."
(Warpath smiles to himself. It's as if he's ready to comment further. His thoughts seemed aligned, and much like Tommy Contour, there is much to say. )
Warpath: Tommy I'm glad your silence has been broken. I will give you credit for atleast that you seem intent on showing up. Showing up ready for a match, a fight. Teague Neiland seems more intent on pursuing a career as a backstage worker and letting the real big boys here duke it out. Fine by me. Like you Tommy I have much to say. Much to correct you on at that. Starting with this ongoing conflict of hardcore wrestling versus your passion, techincally based mat wrestling. For starters the example I provided Tommy about the chairshot from hell that knocked you out silly was just that, an example of many not a basis for conclusions. Although I still say it's pathetic that a chairshot to the back, not the head, the fucking back knocked you out cold. I get that you think hardcore wrestling is boring and bland, I also understand that you think hardcore wrestling requires absolutely no talent. My point Tommy first off is that how can you threaten people that you will beat respect into them when that actually requires fighting them. You piss all over the craft of hardcore wrestling and play up the real art of wrestling is technical based submissions and grapples. I would expect you to say you will grapple the respect into somebody, that you will submit the respect into somebody but to say, you are going to beat it into them implies something else altogether. It implies that you are going to do just that, beat somebodys ass and that has never been your forte Tommy. Oh right you won Warriors Pride and I am basing my conclusions on you Tommy based on one moment when you were knocked out silly with a chairshot to the back, wrong Tommy, all wrong. Don't mock me for not doing my homework because believe me when I tell you Tommy that I could write a book on you.
(Warpath crosses his arms, looking serious.)
Warpath: Yes, you won Warriors Pride (he claps). Guess what I won Warriors Pride too before in the IEA and I can tell you that while Warriors Pride is a dangerous match where anything goes, conviently enough it was the perfect position for you to be in. You had an entourage of people watching your back for starters and hardly had to fight Warriors Pride all on your own. Secondly Warriors Pride, the seek and destroy match is not a match where you are the sole focus. You are terribly bending facts there in saying the whole roster was against you. You don't even have to pin the champ to win it. You simply just have to gain the most pinfalls against anybody. It wasn't like you went one on one with someone in a hardcore match and won or won a handicap match against twenty other people. There are no alliances except in the one you won with all your disturbingly close followers that helped you. Everybody else in a match like that never come in with an attitude like lets take care of the champ then each other. Everybody has the same goal, win at any cost. Everybody is out for each other and most of the time it's the weasels like you were who win it because they are there to pick up the scrapings, they are in the right place at the right time. Like I said I won Warriors Pride and I will be the first to tell you that winning that match is far from what has defined me as a tough guy, and thats why I find humor in that you must reach for that in an effort to try and contradict me. Like I said, Warriors Pride is about survival. There are a roster full of guys beating the hell out of each other and it is simply about you being in the right place at the right time. Survival Tommy, survival. That was something you were good at.
(Warpath gives the camera a puzzled expression.)
Warpath: You were not a good world champion but you held onto the belt because you were a renowned survivor. Irony at its best is you claiming it took me sharing the title once to ease me into winning it by myself. If thats not the pot calling the kettle black then what is? Nevermind the fact that the guy I had a draw with to share the title and that same guy, Jason Twisted along with Christian Stylez were who I beat to win it the second time was the same Jason Twisted that you never could beat. The same guy that beat you for the title. Where was your technical prowess there? Or was Jason Twisted's hardcore ability greater than your technical skillset, despite that it was a regular match. Also nevermind the fact that in my road to sharing my first title, the tournament that I had to win. I had to beat both you and Christian Stylez in one night and I did. Then the next week I had to beat you and Lion in a tag match as well as Jaye Doyle, a legend, all in one night and I did. Then I had to beat our very own viceroy, Rizzo in the championship round just to get the title shot, I hardly call that being eased into anything. You cheated your way into both championships and I earned every inch of mine by MYSELF! You were a survivor Tommy. Yes your right Tommy anybody can swing a chair, but my point was the longer the match goes against somebody like me goes the worst your chances are, because you cannot take the chairshot or even in a basic match the physical wear and tear. You did alot of swinging in your seek and destroy match but you didn't feel alot of receiving, you had your goons to take those shots for you. Also don't stand there and act like your tougher than I made you out to be, just to try and be meek about it later on. I've never seen a promo with more double standards in my life.
(Warpath shakes his head.)
Warpath: You actually are going to stand there and make some kind of mockery against my first title win because I had to share it but in your first title reign you only defended it against one guy FOUR times in a row. That served two purposes. You beat Rage because again your posse of followers were at your every command and you got help. I could play along though and say you were better. Then you still were too chickenshit to face anybody that you KNEW you couldn't beat. It's also eerily ironic that when Rage finally did bet you it was in a surprise surprise no disqualification match. A hardcore based match. I remember you losing the extreme title in the IEA to Krystal Walker, a woman that has become a running joke to this day in every fed she partakes in. Like I said that chairshot was ONE example and after these latest two I could keep going but we are far from over and I have so much more to cover. You want to put words in my mouth that I somehow disgraced you as being a former tag team wrestler. I have to get this out...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!! You literally wasted six minutes of my life rambling about how I was jealous of you being a multiple tag team champion and how proud you were of that and that I only won the tag belts twice. You act like I hate tag team wrestling as much as you hate hardcore wrestling. Tommy you really must have a short attention span because I have never and never will disgrace the art of tag team wrestling. The point of what I said apparently sailed so far over your head that I might as well have been duck hunting. I said that even after your days of tag team wrestling you still treated every match as if it were a tag team match with rampant interfering on your behalf, as we have already established and you even admitted too, no match was ever truley one on one with you. I simply pointed out facts that since you decided to embrace a little bit of nobility that you havent been the same. I simply pointed out that the allure about you and what you have accompolished as a singles competitor is a complete farce because none of your singles accolades you truley earned.
(Warpath delivers another puzzled expression.)
Warpath: Interesting that you would also accuse me of not doing my homework because if you did yours then you would know that my two tag title reigns came within a year of each other. Including a six month reign and that wasn't like in the IEW where through delays and televison disputes we wrestled once every three to four weeks, that six months was banging the mats every week to two buddy. If you dug a little deeper you might also remember that it was you and Johnny whom I beat for the tag titles to begin that six month reign. So If I proved I could beat you, then why would I be jealous. I moved on Tommy and decided I had accompolished what I set out to do in tag team wrestling and I decided to pursue a singles career. Perhaps it is you that are jealous. Perhaps you are only a mat technician by necessity and not by choice. Perhaps this just goes back to my theory that you hate hardcore wrestling because you are too soft to succeed in it and I'm not. So if anybody's jealous it's you.
(Warpath holds a hand up.)
Warpath: Look Tommy in the end you did a fine job of scrambling a few of my words up and using them to your advantage. I give you kudos for that. You try to play yourself off as a victim here, saying that if you didn't speak then I would call you a "pussy" but if you speak in confidence about yourself than I call it arrogance. You make the quote that "it isn't cocky if you can back it up." Thats what this is all about though Tommy, we haven't been able to see you back it up on your own potential. Yes your right much of what I base my opinions are what I saw from you in the latter days of the IEW but let me bestow another quote back at you."Those who forget the past, are doomed to repeat it." Meaning what else do I have to go on Tommy. Your career path has followed one simple trajectory, eversince peaking out as the IEW world heavyweight champion, you have continously faltered and you can use all the excuses in the world about it being a lack of focus but in seeing what you were during your decline, I am supposed to tack two years on to that and suddenly believe that you can out wrestle anybody in the ring now. It's just like you go on a passionate speach about your tribulations to your own career and the sacrafices you made like walking away from your wife slash high school sweetheart. It's kind of funny that in all of these years with you running around with Rougeau and Starlet we never once heard you reference her until now. So there we can only take your word for these supposed sacrafices that you've made. I've mad no secret about my private life. I gave the world a days look how at how pathetic I had/have become. Everything I say Tommy isn't word value, I can prove it and I can show it.
(Warpath snarls a bit.)
Warpath: I did give you a nod for being an accompolished athelete and able to do amazing things but guess what, don't confuse that with me telling you that your as good as you claim to be. The Harlem Globetrotters are first class atheletes and can also do some pretty amazing things but guess what, just like what you haven't been able to do on fair terms in singles competition they are sideshow atheletes that couldn't make it in the NBA.
(Warpath gets even more intense.)
Warpath: Tommy with everything that you said, the biggest farce of them all was questioning MY humility and just how humble I am, but you are just confident right? Lets get something straight and very clear here. From 2006 when I signed my IEW contract till the moment it closed, I was one of only two, myself and Jason Twisted that stuck it out through thick and then. Even when the fed was in such pathetic shape that guys like Phoenix Haliwell were getting world title shots, we kept the IEW alive and kept the fires burning while men like you went in and out on vacations. When you came back, there was still a mat to be wrestled on because of OUR efforts and what we put OUR bodys through. I was part of the reason that there was still an IEW, an A list fed for you to come home too and you want to question my humility. The craziest part of all was some of the gruesome, painful hardcore matches that I was involved in that was big in contributed to the IEW staying afloat. Thats right, hardcore wrestling, the very thing that you hate was a factor is saving the IEW for as long as it stood. Maybe you should respect the art a little bit more. I do acknowledge that I said you were meat and this was my hunting ground, but don't YOU confuse that as being anything more than what I have proven that I can do with my bare two hands.
(Warpath gives a look of bewilderment.)
Warpath: You say that in the IEW nobody ever said that "Warpath sure wrestled a good match" and "Warpath was a great wrestler" just that I was tough and I could take a chairshot. What merit do you have to back this up with? I have some to contradict it. I stated this once already in this promo, allow me to reiterate. In a wrestling match Tommy, not a hardcore match, but a wrestling match, I beat guys like Jaye Doyle, Trevor Adams, Rizzo, guys that I think you undercut quite a bit when you call yourself the greatest technical wrestler in the world because guess what atleast two of those guys went out and won world titles on their own. They didn't have partners and back up to help them, they went out and won world championships on their own ability and talent and I beat every single one of them without using or taking a chairshot. I am going to put an end to this tiresome hardcore versus mat technical wrestling debate right now. I love that you are passionate about what you believe yourself to be in skill level and I love how your so passionate about your mat wrestling but you are missing the most key ingredient to being relevant in this business again. Adaptability. Twenty years ago this business was ground based but it has changed. The landscape is always evolving . People are bigger, stronger, tougher and faster then they have have ever been. Wrestling has changed to tailor itself to what these people can do in the ring but you are unwilling to change with it. You might be a shinny black 1977 chevrolet impala, an beautiful piece of machinery, an antique in its own right but what good is it for a race if your competitior is a 2013 lamborghini Aventador Roadster. You can't be a caveman and think you can make fire quicker than a lighter. I have simply evolved with this business and that is what gives me the right to say that I can beat you and be completely humble while doing so.
(He looks off camera for a moment. The looking back with intent.)
Warpath: I understand that you think I'm trying to act all big and bad. I get that you think that I am trying to intimidate you with my words. I already told you Tommy, you are mistaken to think I am that same guy that beat people up in the IEW. I'm going to say this one more time, this isn't about biding my time and collecting wins and losses, padding my resume, I'm not that guy anymore. Your not afraid of me, fine, thank God your not Teague Neiland then, I need somebody to wrestle this week. I don't try and scare people Tommy, I'm not some high school bully. I don't stand there like you did in your last promo and make accusations without knowing what I'm talking about. I don't call myself "the best technical wrestler in the world" with nothing to show for it. I don't go on these long rants about me sacraficing things that I can't prove. If I say I'm kicking your ass then it's because I have several times both to you and everybody I've ever faced. I don't stand here and talk a bunch of shit to belittle you or your words as you did to me just to try and cover it up every four to five sentences later with some mention about how you respect me or you say something reputable. Can you not make your mind up? It's like you want to dab me with knives then hand me a band-aid like its all cool and make it look as if your the good guy. Whos the bully here? Whos trying to make the other look weak in some way or another so that he can feel good about his opinions? Facts Tommy, I'm all about facts. I also don't need an annoying manager standing there nodding his head to my every word in approval. For somebody so confident in what he says then why do you always need Rougeau there to second your commands.
(Warpath breaths heavily.)
Warpath: I see that you realy want to win Tommy, I can agree with you there in that I'm looking forward to the showdown. I've taken a long road to get back to this point and whether I got a two quarters in my pocket or a dime, I'm not getting derailed by the first toll I come too. You want to win, great, I HAVE TO WIN! You want to teach me the hard way huh, great I prefer it that way. It still puzzles me though that you keep throwing out these mindless threats like that all the while advantly pursuing that your not a fighter but a wrestler. You downplay your intimidation factor to just turn back around and try to intmidate me a bit. That really makes you look stupid. The most puzzling thing however is talking that we don't fear each other but then YOU keep again throwing out mindless threats like teaching me the hard way. Well Mr. Grapple artist, Mr. Submissionist, teacher dearest, heres some thought for you. What if the student becomes the teacher? Rhetorical question Contour. Understand also that I don't create stupid nicknames for myself like you insinuated. Just because I wear something on a jacket or some wrestling pants doesn't mean its a nickname. If I have a jacket that says the Proprietor of Violence on it, then that is no less a nickname then you calling yourself "the greatest technical wrestler in the world." The Proprietor of Violence, thats not a nickname Tommy, not yet. Nicknames are earned, and the upcoming match might just be where it gets it's stripes.
(The trainer reenters the room. Warpath prepares to resume work out drills as the scene closes.)
Ironic isn't it that the more things change, the more they stay the same. A familar pattern falls to place. In my career it has always been that same trend. I have worked a lifetime to achieve great things in a business filled with new records everyday, but for whom, myself or others? In a two year absence, I come back focused upon recreation, reincarnation, born again to better myself. To end a career full of achievement the right way and yet the name of Warpath again is used for the notoriety of another.
Swish...swish...swish!
Huuuu....huuuuu....huuuu!
"Could it be this underlying reason that I'm pitted against a man named Teague Neiland this week...notoriety. A young buck needing a strong win to establish his place in the early pecking order of the TWF. Who am I? A veteran presence with enough big wins in his life to rival the combined season success of the top seeded baseball team three years out...four years out or a fizzled out old fart with only his name to live off for himself? There is some truth to the reality that I myself am on equal footing with Teague Neiland. Despite what I have accompolished elsewhere, I have accompolished nothing yet in the TWF. This is why I am getting back to basics, trying to erase two years of pain. Two years of failure. Two years of inactivity. Two years of solitude. Yet still strangely enough the name of Warpath still holds it value, like a two dollar bill. Could it be that I am pitted against Tommy Contour for similar reasons as Teague Neiland? An effort so that he may revive a late struggling career himself. Could the name of Warpath and all the big wins of it's past give Tommy the momentary flash that a James Toney win over Evander Hollyfield did for him. Stepping up to the heavyweights and knocking down one of its historical finest, or much like that situation would Tommy win and like Toney go on to accompolish nothing of merit afterwards."
Swish...swish...swish!
Huuuu....huuuu....huuuu!
"Perhaps I am not Evander Hollyfield, but rather George Foreman, destined to recapture old aged glory. I like that story. I like that ending, walking into the sunset with your head still held high, that is the plan. That is the mission. That will be the reality. Yet amongst all of that, that familar vibe floats over me. I am facing Teague Neiland and Tommy Contour this week, so why does this Green Man asshole keep off handedly mentioning me? Isn't Jake Jester his problem? Could this be just another cat looking to get some quick attention off my name, my accomplishments. That would follow the story of my career. I come in ready to win gold, ready to win respect and some random person steps in front of me for a go. We duke it out for awhile, and I move on presumably to continue my path and then we repeat process until finally there is nobody left but the world heavyweight champion. It could be said this is why I have so many big wins in my career and it has been a blessing in disguise or I could look at it as being an annoyance to my ultimate goals. Curious that after a two year hiatus, not much has changed."
Swish...swish....swish!
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"This Green man, the way this guy talks, the way he acts, it's all too familar. Looks so much like a familar foe in the later or more recent part of my career. Could it be...no? That guy, a dancing sprite now? Perhaps I should reserve my judgement until this retarded youtube sensation steps foward on his own terms. Weird though that guy is so anal about his identity, a face covering suit, a digitized voice coder, would rather write then talk, is stupid enough with so much carefulness to risk exposure at the expense of throwing down some calories on the back of a taco truck in a broad opening."
"Okay Dave, Mr. Warpath thats good for now. Take a break."
( We enter the scene of a huge olympic style swimming pool. Warpath can be seen rested against a step ladder. Pushing air through his lungs and out his mouth, His huge chest pulsing with life. It is clear Warpath has been in the midst of a brisk workout regiment. One of the finer perks for a professional wrestler, even one damn near broke, hotel fare and gym access at the expense of the company. A smaller but well cut trainer stands above Warpath on the ledge of the pool.)
Trainer: Go ahead and take twenty.
Warpath: I'm ready to keep going man. I'll rest when I'm dead.
Trainer: Unfortunately the gym mandates that I must take a break right now after being on the clock for four hours.
Warpath: I mean no offense but I'm no rookie at this and I can workout just fine on my own.
Trainer: Yeah no doubt but another unfortunate rule of this gym. First week new members must be provided a trainer like we discussed earlier.
Warpath: Alright if you say so. Look I'm just going to relax here then, collect my thoughts.
Trainer: Knock yourself out chief. Back in twenty. Just no unsupervised swimming though.
(Warpath gestures an understood motion. He flings his head back against the middle steps of the ladder and closes his eyes, drifting off in thought.)
"This Green Man mocks a small portion of my promo. I let some cameras follow me around for a day and this what I get. Again I ask myself why is this Green Man so occupied with me. Why is there still an utter silence from Teague Neiland's end? Could it be cold feet from a young bitch named Teague Neiland? Perhaps he understands how completely intent I am on beating his bladder defective. Atleast Tommy Contour has spoken. He spoke words but only half truths. Our great and admirable, yet fearless hybrid of the fed, a professional wrestler as well as a mixed martial artist. He debates confidence with humility. Yet why so confident? When is the last time he actually won something on his own? It's a bit disturbing that a man of those qualifications, all air and apparently less action is leading a training academy up for our inspiring youth. Great next generation we get to look forward too. Still much like The Green Man, I wonder if Teague Neiland in his mind will look to poke ridicule at a conversation with an old lady. Maybe they make light of my financial woes and think that for one minute that one day of insight into my life gives anybody enough observation to make any sort of judgement or reference. If the TWF only knew EVERYTHING that I've been through. Everything that has made me more uncontrollable and dangerous than ever. Everything that has maimed me into an agent of eradication, capable of violently disfiguring anybody with enough guts or glory to meet me halfway in the ring. Laughable in this same line of thought that a man in a green outfit should refer to me as a lackluster philospher and yet he himself is doing nothing but trying to inspire others through different antics. That is nothing but a philospher in its own right. My opinion is just a relevant as his. Obviously my deep believed ideals make me a target as a philospher and that may come across as lame and boring to some but in a parallel state of mind, somebody wearing a green costume that probably dances after everything, everything including the acts of a two year old toddler dancing like Rihanna following taking a shit in their potty. That in its own right is just as lame. I fail to see the substitiute here for a guy like myself, emotional and driven, inspired and motivated to be less compelling television then a man that does a robot dance or attempts to pelvic thrust fear into his opposition. It's definately appealing to mindless teenagers and young irresponsible adults but to the big boys, it's nonsense. People like a success story and I'm going to give em one."
(Warpath smiles to himself. It's as if he's ready to comment further. His thoughts seemed aligned, and much like Tommy Contour, there is much to say. )
Warpath: Tommy I'm glad your silence has been broken. I will give you credit for atleast that you seem intent on showing up. Showing up ready for a match, a fight. Teague Neiland seems more intent on pursuing a career as a backstage worker and letting the real big boys here duke it out. Fine by me. Like you Tommy I have much to say. Much to correct you on at that. Starting with this ongoing conflict of hardcore wrestling versus your passion, techincally based mat wrestling. For starters the example I provided Tommy about the chairshot from hell that knocked you out silly was just that, an example of many not a basis for conclusions. Although I still say it's pathetic that a chairshot to the back, not the head, the fucking back knocked you out cold. I get that you think hardcore wrestling is boring and bland, I also understand that you think hardcore wrestling requires absolutely no talent. My point Tommy first off is that how can you threaten people that you will beat respect into them when that actually requires fighting them. You piss all over the craft of hardcore wrestling and play up the real art of wrestling is technical based submissions and grapples. I would expect you to say you will grapple the respect into somebody, that you will submit the respect into somebody but to say, you are going to beat it into them implies something else altogether. It implies that you are going to do just that, beat somebodys ass and that has never been your forte Tommy. Oh right you won Warriors Pride and I am basing my conclusions on you Tommy based on one moment when you were knocked out silly with a chairshot to the back, wrong Tommy, all wrong. Don't mock me for not doing my homework because believe me when I tell you Tommy that I could write a book on you.
(Warpath crosses his arms, looking serious.)
Warpath: Yes, you won Warriors Pride (he claps). Guess what I won Warriors Pride too before in the IEA and I can tell you that while Warriors Pride is a dangerous match where anything goes, conviently enough it was the perfect position for you to be in. You had an entourage of people watching your back for starters and hardly had to fight Warriors Pride all on your own. Secondly Warriors Pride, the seek and destroy match is not a match where you are the sole focus. You are terribly bending facts there in saying the whole roster was against you. You don't even have to pin the champ to win it. You simply just have to gain the most pinfalls against anybody. It wasn't like you went one on one with someone in a hardcore match and won or won a handicap match against twenty other people. There are no alliances except in the one you won with all your disturbingly close followers that helped you. Everybody else in a match like that never come in with an attitude like lets take care of the champ then each other. Everybody has the same goal, win at any cost. Everybody is out for each other and most of the time it's the weasels like you were who win it because they are there to pick up the scrapings, they are in the right place at the right time. Like I said I won Warriors Pride and I will be the first to tell you that winning that match is far from what has defined me as a tough guy, and thats why I find humor in that you must reach for that in an effort to try and contradict me. Like I said, Warriors Pride is about survival. There are a roster full of guys beating the hell out of each other and it is simply about you being in the right place at the right time. Survival Tommy, survival. That was something you were good at.
(Warpath gives the camera a puzzled expression.)
Warpath: You were not a good world champion but you held onto the belt because you were a renowned survivor. Irony at its best is you claiming it took me sharing the title once to ease me into winning it by myself. If thats not the pot calling the kettle black then what is? Nevermind the fact that the guy I had a draw with to share the title and that same guy, Jason Twisted along with Christian Stylez were who I beat to win it the second time was the same Jason Twisted that you never could beat. The same guy that beat you for the title. Where was your technical prowess there? Or was Jason Twisted's hardcore ability greater than your technical skillset, despite that it was a regular match. Also nevermind the fact that in my road to sharing my first title, the tournament that I had to win. I had to beat both you and Christian Stylez in one night and I did. Then the next week I had to beat you and Lion in a tag match as well as Jaye Doyle, a legend, all in one night and I did. Then I had to beat our very own viceroy, Rizzo in the championship round just to get the title shot, I hardly call that being eased into anything. You cheated your way into both championships and I earned every inch of mine by MYSELF! You were a survivor Tommy. Yes your right Tommy anybody can swing a chair, but my point was the longer the match goes against somebody like me goes the worst your chances are, because you cannot take the chairshot or even in a basic match the physical wear and tear. You did alot of swinging in your seek and destroy match but you didn't feel alot of receiving, you had your goons to take those shots for you. Also don't stand there and act like your tougher than I made you out to be, just to try and be meek about it later on. I've never seen a promo with more double standards in my life.
(Warpath shakes his head.)
Warpath: You actually are going to stand there and make some kind of mockery against my first title win because I had to share it but in your first title reign you only defended it against one guy FOUR times in a row. That served two purposes. You beat Rage because again your posse of followers were at your every command and you got help. I could play along though and say you were better. Then you still were too chickenshit to face anybody that you KNEW you couldn't beat. It's also eerily ironic that when Rage finally did bet you it was in a surprise surprise no disqualification match. A hardcore based match. I remember you losing the extreme title in the IEA to Krystal Walker, a woman that has become a running joke to this day in every fed she partakes in. Like I said that chairshot was ONE example and after these latest two I could keep going but we are far from over and I have so much more to cover. You want to put words in my mouth that I somehow disgraced you as being a former tag team wrestler. I have to get this out...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!! You literally wasted six minutes of my life rambling about how I was jealous of you being a multiple tag team champion and how proud you were of that and that I only won the tag belts twice. You act like I hate tag team wrestling as much as you hate hardcore wrestling. Tommy you really must have a short attention span because I have never and never will disgrace the art of tag team wrestling. The point of what I said apparently sailed so far over your head that I might as well have been duck hunting. I said that even after your days of tag team wrestling you still treated every match as if it were a tag team match with rampant interfering on your behalf, as we have already established and you even admitted too, no match was ever truley one on one with you. I simply pointed out facts that since you decided to embrace a little bit of nobility that you havent been the same. I simply pointed out that the allure about you and what you have accompolished as a singles competitor is a complete farce because none of your singles accolades you truley earned.
(Warpath delivers another puzzled expression.)
Warpath: Interesting that you would also accuse me of not doing my homework because if you did yours then you would know that my two tag title reigns came within a year of each other. Including a six month reign and that wasn't like in the IEW where through delays and televison disputes we wrestled once every three to four weeks, that six months was banging the mats every week to two buddy. If you dug a little deeper you might also remember that it was you and Johnny whom I beat for the tag titles to begin that six month reign. So If I proved I could beat you, then why would I be jealous. I moved on Tommy and decided I had accompolished what I set out to do in tag team wrestling and I decided to pursue a singles career. Perhaps it is you that are jealous. Perhaps you are only a mat technician by necessity and not by choice. Perhaps this just goes back to my theory that you hate hardcore wrestling because you are too soft to succeed in it and I'm not. So if anybody's jealous it's you.
(Warpath holds a hand up.)
Warpath: Look Tommy in the end you did a fine job of scrambling a few of my words up and using them to your advantage. I give you kudos for that. You try to play yourself off as a victim here, saying that if you didn't speak then I would call you a "pussy" but if you speak in confidence about yourself than I call it arrogance. You make the quote that "it isn't cocky if you can back it up." Thats what this is all about though Tommy, we haven't been able to see you back it up on your own potential. Yes your right much of what I base my opinions are what I saw from you in the latter days of the IEW but let me bestow another quote back at you."Those who forget the past, are doomed to repeat it." Meaning what else do I have to go on Tommy. Your career path has followed one simple trajectory, eversince peaking out as the IEW world heavyweight champion, you have continously faltered and you can use all the excuses in the world about it being a lack of focus but in seeing what you were during your decline, I am supposed to tack two years on to that and suddenly believe that you can out wrestle anybody in the ring now. It's just like you go on a passionate speach about your tribulations to your own career and the sacrafices you made like walking away from your wife slash high school sweetheart. It's kind of funny that in all of these years with you running around with Rougeau and Starlet we never once heard you reference her until now. So there we can only take your word for these supposed sacrafices that you've made. I've mad no secret about my private life. I gave the world a days look how at how pathetic I had/have become. Everything I say Tommy isn't word value, I can prove it and I can show it.
(Warpath snarls a bit.)
Warpath: I did give you a nod for being an accompolished athelete and able to do amazing things but guess what, don't confuse that with me telling you that your as good as you claim to be. The Harlem Globetrotters are first class atheletes and can also do some pretty amazing things but guess what, just like what you haven't been able to do on fair terms in singles competition they are sideshow atheletes that couldn't make it in the NBA.
(Warpath gets even more intense.)
Warpath: Tommy with everything that you said, the biggest farce of them all was questioning MY humility and just how humble I am, but you are just confident right? Lets get something straight and very clear here. From 2006 when I signed my IEW contract till the moment it closed, I was one of only two, myself and Jason Twisted that stuck it out through thick and then. Even when the fed was in such pathetic shape that guys like Phoenix Haliwell were getting world title shots, we kept the IEW alive and kept the fires burning while men like you went in and out on vacations. When you came back, there was still a mat to be wrestled on because of OUR efforts and what we put OUR bodys through. I was part of the reason that there was still an IEW, an A list fed for you to come home too and you want to question my humility. The craziest part of all was some of the gruesome, painful hardcore matches that I was involved in that was big in contributed to the IEW staying afloat. Thats right, hardcore wrestling, the very thing that you hate was a factor is saving the IEW for as long as it stood. Maybe you should respect the art a little bit more. I do acknowledge that I said you were meat and this was my hunting ground, but don't YOU confuse that as being anything more than what I have proven that I can do with my bare two hands.
(Warpath gives a look of bewilderment.)
Warpath: You say that in the IEW nobody ever said that "Warpath sure wrestled a good match" and "Warpath was a great wrestler" just that I was tough and I could take a chairshot. What merit do you have to back this up with? I have some to contradict it. I stated this once already in this promo, allow me to reiterate. In a wrestling match Tommy, not a hardcore match, but a wrestling match, I beat guys like Jaye Doyle, Trevor Adams, Rizzo, guys that I think you undercut quite a bit when you call yourself the greatest technical wrestler in the world because guess what atleast two of those guys went out and won world titles on their own. They didn't have partners and back up to help them, they went out and won world championships on their own ability and talent and I beat every single one of them without using or taking a chairshot. I am going to put an end to this tiresome hardcore versus mat technical wrestling debate right now. I love that you are passionate about what you believe yourself to be in skill level and I love how your so passionate about your mat wrestling but you are missing the most key ingredient to being relevant in this business again. Adaptability. Twenty years ago this business was ground based but it has changed. The landscape is always evolving . People are bigger, stronger, tougher and faster then they have have ever been. Wrestling has changed to tailor itself to what these people can do in the ring but you are unwilling to change with it. You might be a shinny black 1977 chevrolet impala, an beautiful piece of machinery, an antique in its own right but what good is it for a race if your competitior is a 2013 lamborghini Aventador Roadster. You can't be a caveman and think you can make fire quicker than a lighter. I have simply evolved with this business and that is what gives me the right to say that I can beat you and be completely humble while doing so.
(He looks off camera for a moment. The looking back with intent.)
Warpath: I understand that you think I'm trying to act all big and bad. I get that you think that I am trying to intimidate you with my words. I already told you Tommy, you are mistaken to think I am that same guy that beat people up in the IEW. I'm going to say this one more time, this isn't about biding my time and collecting wins and losses, padding my resume, I'm not that guy anymore. Your not afraid of me, fine, thank God your not Teague Neiland then, I need somebody to wrestle this week. I don't try and scare people Tommy, I'm not some high school bully. I don't stand there like you did in your last promo and make accusations without knowing what I'm talking about. I don't call myself "the best technical wrestler in the world" with nothing to show for it. I don't go on these long rants about me sacraficing things that I can't prove. If I say I'm kicking your ass then it's because I have several times both to you and everybody I've ever faced. I don't stand here and talk a bunch of shit to belittle you or your words as you did to me just to try and cover it up every four to five sentences later with some mention about how you respect me or you say something reputable. Can you not make your mind up? It's like you want to dab me with knives then hand me a band-aid like its all cool and make it look as if your the good guy. Whos the bully here? Whos trying to make the other look weak in some way or another so that he can feel good about his opinions? Facts Tommy, I'm all about facts. I also don't need an annoying manager standing there nodding his head to my every word in approval. For somebody so confident in what he says then why do you always need Rougeau there to second your commands.
(Warpath breaths heavily.)
Warpath: I see that you realy want to win Tommy, I can agree with you there in that I'm looking forward to the showdown. I've taken a long road to get back to this point and whether I got a two quarters in my pocket or a dime, I'm not getting derailed by the first toll I come too. You want to win, great, I HAVE TO WIN! You want to teach me the hard way huh, great I prefer it that way. It still puzzles me though that you keep throwing out these mindless threats like that all the while advantly pursuing that your not a fighter but a wrestler. You downplay your intimidation factor to just turn back around and try to intmidate me a bit. That really makes you look stupid. The most puzzling thing however is talking that we don't fear each other but then YOU keep again throwing out mindless threats like teaching me the hard way. Well Mr. Grapple artist, Mr. Submissionist, teacher dearest, heres some thought for you. What if the student becomes the teacher? Rhetorical question Contour. Understand also that I don't create stupid nicknames for myself like you insinuated. Just because I wear something on a jacket or some wrestling pants doesn't mean its a nickname. If I have a jacket that says the Proprietor of Violence on it, then that is no less a nickname then you calling yourself "the greatest technical wrestler in the world." The Proprietor of Violence, thats not a nickname Tommy, not yet. Nicknames are earned, and the upcoming match might just be where it gets it's stripes.
(The trainer reenters the room. Warpath prepares to resume work out drills as the scene closes.)