It's all my fault.

[Top Tier Terry]

Since the LDFC is holding tryouts this weekend, there is no open gym time for the current roster. However there is a locally owned boxing gym down the road. And Terry Tillman managed to befriend the owner when he first moved to the area to make sure he always had a place to train. Triple T is finishing up his workout while his brother Maurice Graham sets up the camera, on loan from the LDFC Training Facility. He sits down on a metal folding chair with a towel draped over his shoulders. He takes a sip of water just as Graham signals to him that he was recording. 

TRIPLE T: You know what? I was wrong. This whole thing is my fault. You see before I came to the LDFC I was working 2 jobs trying to pay my way through wrestling school. I was sleeping at friends’ houses or in cars. And all I wanted was to get a break, just get my foot into someone’s door. And I got that when I joined up with Lion’s Den.


You see to me the LDCF was a launch pad. A way to get my name out there, a way to interact with others that loved this sport as much as I do. Just like when a person goes to college. They rep that school long after they leave. They wear the colors, the watch the games, the have those stupid license plate covers to tell the world they are an alumni. That’s how I felt about Lion’s Den. It’s why I called myself the “Pride of the LDFC” because I had so much pride being a part of it. It’s why I worked so hard from day one.


And that is where I made my mistake. You see while I thought of this place as a home, a foundation, something that could become bigger that what it was supposed to be, everyone else considered this place a pit stop, a speed bump, a bathroom break on their way to something better. And in hindsight I see it now. All this time I thought I was in the midst of greatness and I look around and everyone that started here with me aside from 2 people are gone. And not gone as it moved on to bigger and better things but gone as in they couldn’t suck it up. They couldn’t take it. Washouts if you will. A developmental organization for the FGA that has yet to develop a graduate. No wonder everyone thinks we are a joke. And me the biggest one of all because I wanted to be the representative of this group. I wanted to be the face of the LDFC and it doing so I became the ass! Everyone turned their back on me long before I walked out on Nest. I’m trying to rally everyone in class. I’m giving advice to the new guys, get in twitter wars with FGA wrestlers defending the place I called home and in the end I’m the bad guy? My attitude changed?


And now I have a match with Mercy Williams. Why? Because she had the opportunity to be that reprehensive that I wanted to be and she failed. And you know what? No one cared. No one booed her or looked down on her for coming up short. Nope fans cheered for her and teenage boys stared at her boobs the following week like all was well. No one gave her a hard time during training for making the LDFC look bad…but I see that’s because no one cares how the LDFC looked.


But what can you do Mercy? It’s you and me in front of your fans. You have to prove that you are not just a cute smile in tights. And you have to do it against hands down best wrestler in the game today. You have to beat the man that is hell bent on proving that he is better that the LDFC by beating everyone they put in front of him. And then taking its biggest prize before leaving it like the piss break it is just to watch it crumble without him.


But then again what difference will it make to you? After At All Costs, just so up to the next Pride and hobble your broken ass to the ring in a mini skirt or a halter top or something, they will still clap for you.
That's all you'll ever be known for anyway.

Triple T takes another swig of water before motioning to the Maurice to cut the feed.