Post by Tommy Victor on May 14, 2010 21:23:49 GMT -6
Tommy Victor walks backstage after interfering in the Nathan Doe/Doc Xtreme Title match. The looks on his face is that of a man who hasn't slept in weeks. The bags under his eyes are heavier than the scruff he is acquiring on his face.
I said that if I lost then things would be different. I said nCw would burn.
Tommy walks through the hall with every wrestler in the locker room shaking their heads. He glances forward and doesn't re-direct his eyes to their disgust.
And it's going to burn no matter how many precautions you take. I'm am tired and sick of how big of a loser I am. I'm fighting the waves...my life has collapsed around me and finally I'm just giving up on it. There is no more blue-chipper Tommy Victor, or everyman Tommy Victor. I didn't want to give up on that American Dream....that American Dream gave up on me.
Tommy walks out the door of the arena. The sunlight is dimming and sprinkles of rain drop to the ground.
So now what? I think I'll interfere in what matches I want. I'll do whatever I want, beat the ever-loving **** out of who I want, and when it comes time for all of the consequences to fall....I can't give a damn about that.
A couple of minutes ago I walked down to the ring and ruined that title match. My old buddy, my old pal Nathan Doe finally gets a title shot against Doc, and I guess I just had to ruin it. Well, let me say this Nathan, you ruined my life and tried to ruin my career: what makes you think you deserve a title shot before me? Or at all? You haven't earned a damn thing here. All you've done is ride off of our success as a tag team and my success at carrying that team. That's it. I did all the work to keep that team together and you think you're going to get to the top using my ****ing back as a ladder? That's not going to happen and you know now that I'm not going to let that happen.
And I know what you're thinking. I don't deserve a title shot either, but at this point it's not about what I deserve. It's about what I want and what I am going to take. If Doc doesn't lose that Xtreme Title on the next show then he will lose it very very soon.
Let me spell that out for you: I want a title shot. I demand a title shot. If you have a problem with giving it to me then I'm going to take it. That is plain English my friend, and I can't spell it out any clearer. If you keep that title next week I'm going to take it from you. Simple as that.
The rain starts falling hard. From light sprinkles to hard rain. Tommy walks down the road towards his car.
There is a small hurdle...well, to be honest, it's not a hurdle at all. I have to face this guy Shawn Styles. Win, lose, draw, DQ....I'm getting an Xtreme Title shot. Understand that I don't care about Shawn Styles and neither does a single person on planet earth.
You can go undefeated for the rest of your life but you can't get a single person to pay to see you. I've been there, in your shoes, where I tried to be a serious man. It left me with jack****. Look in the mirror....go ahead, take a look. You know I'm right. You can feel it....I can feel it in you. Join me Shawn. This going to be something...you can finally be something...
This is going to be disorder
I said that if I lost then things would be different. I said nCw would burn.
Tommy walks through the hall with every wrestler in the locker room shaking their heads. He glances forward and doesn't re-direct his eyes to their disgust.
And it's going to burn no matter how many precautions you take. I'm am tired and sick of how big of a loser I am. I'm fighting the waves...my life has collapsed around me and finally I'm just giving up on it. There is no more blue-chipper Tommy Victor, or everyman Tommy Victor. I didn't want to give up on that American Dream....that American Dream gave up on me.
Tommy walks out the door of the arena. The sunlight is dimming and sprinkles of rain drop to the ground.
So now what? I think I'll interfere in what matches I want. I'll do whatever I want, beat the ever-loving **** out of who I want, and when it comes time for all of the consequences to fall....I can't give a damn about that.
A couple of minutes ago I walked down to the ring and ruined that title match. My old buddy, my old pal Nathan Doe finally gets a title shot against Doc, and I guess I just had to ruin it. Well, let me say this Nathan, you ruined my life and tried to ruin my career: what makes you think you deserve a title shot before me? Or at all? You haven't earned a damn thing here. All you've done is ride off of our success as a tag team and my success at carrying that team. That's it. I did all the work to keep that team together and you think you're going to get to the top using my ****ing back as a ladder? That's not going to happen and you know now that I'm not going to let that happen.
And I know what you're thinking. I don't deserve a title shot either, but at this point it's not about what I deserve. It's about what I want and what I am going to take. If Doc doesn't lose that Xtreme Title on the next show then he will lose it very very soon.
Let me spell that out for you: I want a title shot. I demand a title shot. If you have a problem with giving it to me then I'm going to take it. That is plain English my friend, and I can't spell it out any clearer. If you keep that title next week I'm going to take it from you. Simple as that.
The rain starts falling hard. From light sprinkles to hard rain. Tommy walks down the road towards his car.
There is a small hurdle...well, to be honest, it's not a hurdle at all. I have to face this guy Shawn Styles. Win, lose, draw, DQ....I'm getting an Xtreme Title shot. Understand that I don't care about Shawn Styles and neither does a single person on planet earth.
You can go undefeated for the rest of your life but you can't get a single person to pay to see you. I've been there, in your shoes, where I tried to be a serious man. It left me with jack****. Look in the mirror....go ahead, take a look. You know I'm right. You can feel it....I can feel it in you. Join me Shawn. This going to be something...you can finally be something...
This is going to be disorder