Post by Tommy Havock on Jan 18, 2006 13:26:15 GMT -5
[Our scene begins in a typical suburban neighborhood. It appears to be upper middle class, as though there are no mansions or ritzy cars, there certainly is no poverty, either. A row of oak trees lines the worn pavement of the road, which, at this moment, is free of any traffic. Young children are gallivanting about in their front yards and their attention is distracted from their game of “kick the can” when they see a man in his early to mid-twenties sauntering down the street. The man is wearing a pair of destroyed, navy blue carpenter jeans and a gray, zip-up hooded sweatshirt, which covers his dirty-blonde hair. The man begins to walk down the middle of the street and speaks to the camera…]
Tommy Havock: Welcome to Small Town, America. The population does not matter. The only thing that matters is this quaint little town produced your next WCF World’s Heavyweight Champion, Tommy Havock. I am bringing the WCF back to my roots so you can get a feel for who I am, for what made Tommy Havock become the man that he is today.
I won’t try to “toughen up” my life. I am not going to sit here and lie to you and say that my life growing up was tough. There were no gangs. There was no rampant drug use. We didn’t have to worry about drive-by shootings or about where our next meal was coming from. We were better than that. Now I’m not saying that those of you who may have suffered during your life are beneath me as a person, no sir. But you are beneath me as a wrestler.
You see, growing up in comfort has had a profound effect on me. I am accustomed to having the fine things in life. No, we didn’t always get everything we wanted, but we knew growing up that if we worked hard and persevered enough at something, we would somehow be able to attain that. It is no different today. I have worked hard in training and persevered through grueling tasks for one reason and that is, as I’ve said before, to become the WCF World’s Heavyweight Champion.
[Havock stops walking and comes upon a white house. It appears to be fairly large, though it would not be described as a mansion by any means. We can see an in-ground pool in the backyard and there appears to be young children splashing about in the water. You can see movement within the house through the windows. Havock looks to the ground as if he were struggling to come to grips with something.]
This is my house. This is where I grew up. This is where I morphed from little Tommy, the boy next door, to the ruthless professional wrestler that stands before you right now. I perfected the Havock-Wrecker here in this front yard…damn near paralyzed my friend when we took it a little too far. I jumped off of that roof over the garage, through a table, to prove to the neighborhood boys that I meant business. If you bring in your CSI squad, I’m sure you’d find enough of our blood in this front yard.
So what’s the point, you ask? Why am I bringing you here? Simple. It is to prove a point. WCF, you may think that I am nothing more than just another pretty boy trying to make it in this business. You might look past me as you concentrate on your more established stars like Logan and Reckless Jack. After War Match, though, you won’t be able to do that anymore. You’ll all be looking up to me as your reigning World’s Heavyweight Champion. And when you do, I want each and everyone one of you to be able to say, “Man, that Havock is as tough as he said he was.”
[Havock begins to walk past the house and continues his amble down the road a few steps before stopping once again, and staring into the camera][/i]
Mark my words, WCF. I am coming, and I mean business. Take heed. [glow=red,2,300]Do it…you won’t… [/glow]
Tommy Havock: Welcome to Small Town, America. The population does not matter. The only thing that matters is this quaint little town produced your next WCF World’s Heavyweight Champion, Tommy Havock. I am bringing the WCF back to my roots so you can get a feel for who I am, for what made Tommy Havock become the man that he is today.
I won’t try to “toughen up” my life. I am not going to sit here and lie to you and say that my life growing up was tough. There were no gangs. There was no rampant drug use. We didn’t have to worry about drive-by shootings or about where our next meal was coming from. We were better than that. Now I’m not saying that those of you who may have suffered during your life are beneath me as a person, no sir. But you are beneath me as a wrestler.
You see, growing up in comfort has had a profound effect on me. I am accustomed to having the fine things in life. No, we didn’t always get everything we wanted, but we knew growing up that if we worked hard and persevered enough at something, we would somehow be able to attain that. It is no different today. I have worked hard in training and persevered through grueling tasks for one reason and that is, as I’ve said before, to become the WCF World’s Heavyweight Champion.
[Havock stops walking and comes upon a white house. It appears to be fairly large, though it would not be described as a mansion by any means. We can see an in-ground pool in the backyard and there appears to be young children splashing about in the water. You can see movement within the house through the windows. Havock looks to the ground as if he were struggling to come to grips with something.]
This is my house. This is where I grew up. This is where I morphed from little Tommy, the boy next door, to the ruthless professional wrestler that stands before you right now. I perfected the Havock-Wrecker here in this front yard…damn near paralyzed my friend when we took it a little too far. I jumped off of that roof over the garage, through a table, to prove to the neighborhood boys that I meant business. If you bring in your CSI squad, I’m sure you’d find enough of our blood in this front yard.
So what’s the point, you ask? Why am I bringing you here? Simple. It is to prove a point. WCF, you may think that I am nothing more than just another pretty boy trying to make it in this business. You might look past me as you concentrate on your more established stars like Logan and Reckless Jack. After War Match, though, you won’t be able to do that anymore. You’ll all be looking up to me as your reigning World’s Heavyweight Champion. And when you do, I want each and everyone one of you to be able to say, “Man, that Havock is as tough as he said he was.”
[Havock begins to walk past the house and continues his amble down the road a few steps before stopping once again, and staring into the camera][/i]
Mark my words, WCF. I am coming, and I mean business. Take heed. [glow=red,2,300]Do it…you won’t… [/glow]
