Generational Curse
Aug 7, 2016 18:27:10 GMT -5
Post by Top Tier Terry on Aug 7, 2016 18:27:10 GMT -5
{Off Camera}
Monkeys…Really big, stupid monkeys!
TRIPLE T: I mean, who else would set up such ridiculous matches? Last Pride I main evented…MAIN EVENTED!! And in said main event I beat a champion! And now I’m fighting…who?
MAURICE GRAHAM: Echo Rigby. She’s new but she’s doing pretty well for herself.
TRIPLE T: What in the 7 hells does that have to do with me? Who has she beaten that matters?
MAURICE GRAHAM: She just beat that guy Hank Simmons.
MAURICE GRAHAM: Point taken.
TRIPLE T: I am the PRIDE of the LDFC! I’m the life blood. And what do they do? I deserve better.
MAURICE GRAHAM: Listen bro, stay focused. Right now there are some shady deals going on with this whole FGA “contracts” thing. We don’t know what’s happening or what the landscape will be when it’s all said and done.
Also this is a prime opportunity. While you are being fed these lower life forms, Nest and Emily Carter are going to kill each other leaving whoever is left standing easy pickings.
{On Camera}
TRIPLE T: It must be exciting. This world you live in.
Triple T is show sitting in the back of a dive bar. It’s apparently Karaoke night as the locals one by one stand up on the small stage to entertain the rest of the crowd.
TRIPLE T: I mean I look around and all I see here are drunken, tired individuals who come here to drink their problems away, or prey on those that do to take them home for a one night stand all while sucking down cancer sticks that shorten their lives with every puff. It’s amazing!
And you…you are in the center of it all. This is your element. And I’ll admit to you right now that I have no business being here. The generation that you represent and was raised on is not one I can understand. Free Love…Make Love Not War…Nothing I can relate to at all.
You see I have had to bust my ass from day one, not just in wrestling but in life. I didn’t have someone in my ear telling me “just love everyone man.” You were raised by and emulate a generation of people that are synonymous with laziness. People that spent all their time listening to music, doing drugs, dodging responsibilities and sharing themselves with any and every one. The generation that raised me and that I emulated worked day in and day out. Two jobs, 6 days a week. People that had goals in life and lived everyday trying to get closer to it. Which is why much like I don’t belong here…you don’t belong in that LDFC ring with me.
You see that’s my element. That’s where I belong. You can get wins over old men that are one jelly donut away from their heart exploding. But you have no shot at beating the man that eat, sleeps, and breaths this lifestyle.
Don’t get me wrong sometimes I wish I could be like you. I wish I could just waltz through life without a care in the world, just smiling and picking my guitar. But fortunately for me while you were learning the proper fingering for “Voodoo Child” so that you could replicate greatness. I was forcing myself to become greatness.
I can only imagine how it must have felt. Getting that win at Pride. Getting high fives from the two maybe three people that know you actually wrestle in the LDFC. You probably went to the locker room pulled out that six string and played yourself some “White Rabbit” without a care in the world. Must have been nice.
Me…as soon as the bell rang and my hand was raised I was on to the next. I was planning my next move, talking to the camera guys wanting a copy of the match to study. Do you see the difference?
Echo this isn’t your fault. The trainers and the booking committee have given you this false since of accomplishment by putting you in the ring with me and unfortunately like the hippies back in the day coming off a peyote trip, reality is going to hit you like a ton of bricks and you will become just another tick mark in my tally. Just more proof that I am everything I say I am. And then you can stroll back to this crap whole and hang with the rest of the losers.
Monkeys…Really big, stupid monkeys!
Triple T , and Maurice Graham are seated at a round table in what appears to be a high end restaurant.
TRIPLE T: I mean, who else would set up such ridiculous matches? Last Pride I main evented…MAIN EVENTED!! And in said main event I beat a champion! And now I’m fighting…who?
MAURICE GRAHAM: Echo Rigby. She’s new but she’s doing pretty well for herself.
TRIPLE T: What in the 7 hells does that have to do with me? Who has she beaten that matters?
MAURICE GRAHAM: She just beat that guy Hank Simmons.
Awkward silence…
MAURICE GRAHAM: Point taken.
TRIPLE T: I am the PRIDE of the LDFC! I’m the life blood. And what do they do? I deserve better.
MAURICE GRAHAM: Listen bro, stay focused. Right now there are some shady deals going on with this whole FGA “contracts” thing. We don’t know what’s happening or what the landscape will be when it’s all said and done.
Also this is a prime opportunity. While you are being fed these lower life forms, Nest and Emily Carter are going to kill each other leaving whoever is left standing easy pickings.
At that point the waiter arrives with food ending the conversation.
{On Camera}
TRIPLE T: It must be exciting. This world you live in.
Triple T is show sitting in the back of a dive bar. It’s apparently Karaoke night as the locals one by one stand up on the small stage to entertain the rest of the crowd.
TRIPLE T: I mean I look around and all I see here are drunken, tired individuals who come here to drink their problems away, or prey on those that do to take them home for a one night stand all while sucking down cancer sticks that shorten their lives with every puff. It’s amazing!
And you…you are in the center of it all. This is your element. And I’ll admit to you right now that I have no business being here. The generation that you represent and was raised on is not one I can understand. Free Love…Make Love Not War…Nothing I can relate to at all.
You see I have had to bust my ass from day one, not just in wrestling but in life. I didn’t have someone in my ear telling me “just love everyone man.” You were raised by and emulate a generation of people that are synonymous with laziness. People that spent all their time listening to music, doing drugs, dodging responsibilities and sharing themselves with any and every one. The generation that raised me and that I emulated worked day in and day out. Two jobs, 6 days a week. People that had goals in life and lived everyday trying to get closer to it. Which is why much like I don’t belong here…you don’t belong in that LDFC ring with me.
You see that’s my element. That’s where I belong. You can get wins over old men that are one jelly donut away from their heart exploding. But you have no shot at beating the man that eat, sleeps, and breaths this lifestyle.
Don’t get me wrong sometimes I wish I could be like you. I wish I could just waltz through life without a care in the world, just smiling and picking my guitar. But fortunately for me while you were learning the proper fingering for “Voodoo Child” so that you could replicate greatness. I was forcing myself to become greatness.
I can only imagine how it must have felt. Getting that win at Pride. Getting high fives from the two maybe three people that know you actually wrestle in the LDFC. You probably went to the locker room pulled out that six string and played yourself some “White Rabbit” without a care in the world. Must have been nice.
Me…as soon as the bell rang and my hand was raised I was on to the next. I was planning my next move, talking to the camera guys wanting a copy of the match to study. Do you see the difference?
Echo this isn’t your fault. The trainers and the booking committee have given you this false since of accomplishment by putting you in the ring with me and unfortunately like the hippies back in the day coming off a peyote trip, reality is going to hit you like a ton of bricks and you will become just another tick mark in my tally. Just more proof that I am everything I say I am. And then you can stroll back to this crap whole and hang with the rest of the losers.
Triple T smirks drops a couple dollars on the table for his drink and strolls out the smoke filled bar.