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[Top Tier Terry]

Terry Tillman stands in the center of a wrestling ring inside a local wrestling gym in L.A. He’s wearing a black suit with a red shirt and black tie. He walks over to the ropes removing his sunglasses. With a cocky smile on his face he begins to speak.

 

TRIPLE T: Here is the thing. The night I faced Nest at First Wave…and beat him, I closed the door on the chapter that is Lion’s Den Fighting Championship. I told myself that I was not going to rest on the laurels of what I did there. I wasn’t going to walk out here and remind the world that I was the PRIDE of the LDFC. Name check all the people that I faced and beat. I mean let’s be real does any of that even matter? Boasting about your 15 title runs in LMNOP Wrestling means nothing when you step in this ring and catch an ass kicking.


Which is why I find it funny that my opponent this week Macy Dover felt the need to bring up my LDFC past. I find it even funnier that she used the word disappointment to describe my time there. Especially since she herself was not there to even have an opinion.


I’m sorry Macy did you say no substance? Are you seriously trying to pawn off that the most gifted pure athlete on the 3GW roster has no substance? The guy that can go toe to toe with everyone from a highflyer, to a technician, to a brawler, to a big overgrown lumbering beast, and still get his hand raised “Gets me in the door”? Now, you may not be aware of my relationship with female opponents and my upmost respect for them and their feelings, but bitch you must be out your rabid ass mind if you think for one moment that you are going to downplay what I do in the ring.


Comparing me to a 75 Corvette? Well actually…that was actually kind of nice…but what was wrong about that was I’m not JUST a 75 Corvette. No no baby cakes, I don’t have just the muscle of a Vette. I’ve have the performance of a Porsche, the speed of a Bugatti, and will hit you like a God damn Mac Truck!

Tillman removes his sports jacket and drapes it over the top rope. 

TRIPLE T: You see the problem is, you came out to the last show, pissed off because you were not included on it. You bitched and bitched about being the home town girl and whined because you didn’t get the respect you thought you deserved from the fans that booed your boney ass out of the arena. You have tried to get under my skin bring up my past failures. Failures that have torn me down, and rebuilt me into the man you see before you. Yeah I never won the Apex title. But even without it, I carried that roster and its champion on my back! In just a little over a year in the profession, I put an upstart company in the middle of North Carolina on the map. So much so that even when it died a part of it still managed to reinvent itself into the wrestling federation that your bitch ass is crying about not being a part of. So the bottom line is simply this…Your cocky one moment, arrogant the next, and then humbled the next just proves to that you have no idea who you are and you damn sure don’t know who you are facing in the ring at Challenge so here’s what I’m going to do. At Thursday Night Challenge, I’m going to remind those that know me, and show you and the yahoos that slept on Triple T why I am the Premier, Top Tier, Pound for Pound best around.


There ain’t gonna be no “Bull-Dovers” running over Triple T. In fact, the point of you debuting against me shows that the powers that be have you and your supposed run in the 3GW “Bent-Dover” a barrel because you are in the midst of greatness and your delusions of grandeur is going to exposed for the sham that they are. One thing you need to understand Macy is that running your mouth and counting out Triple T is a sure fire way to get your chin checked.


So congratulations little lady. You get to be the first step in my walk to wrestling greatness. Sure no one will remember you, but you will be able to tell all your cats how you were the first to lose to the future of the 3GW, Terrific Terry Tillman.

Placing the sunglasses back on his face. Triple T grabs his jacket and exits the ring. 

FADE