Post by Tommy Havock on Jan 23, 2006 18:37:53 GMT -5
[Our scene begins in what appears to be the WCF locker room, hours after the War Match mega-card. The building seems deserted, save for a few janitors picking up debris from the other wrestlers. Some of the lights have been turned off, as well, and one can hear faint music playing in what is probably one of the janitor’s closets. There is one lone man sitting in the wrestler’s locker room. His head is buried in his hands. That and his dirty blond hair hide his face from the viewers until he picks his head up.][/color]
Tommy Havock: Tonight was supposed to be my night… This debris that you see on the floor was supposed to be remnants from my victory celebration. The World’s Heavyweight Title was supposed to be wrapped around my waist right now. My destiny has been delayed. My dream has been deferred. My ambition, however, remains the same. My desire, my yearning to have gold around my waist has not ceased. So it’s time to stop talking about the past and to now look ahead to the future.
[Havock appears slightly more sullen in his speech and gazes down at the ground as if looking for answers. His right hand pulls at his sweaty hair and his eyes seem to be hazed over.]
This Sunday at Slam, I am walking into the ring for a scheduled triple-threat match that will determine the new WCF Television Champion. The higher-ups here at WCF must have been so impressed with the talent of Tommy Havock that they felt there needed to be an additional title for me. Or perhaps they saw how many other superstars of the WCF I eliminated and decided they wanted to make sure that I was at the top of the card. Or maybe they realized that I was robbed at War Match. Whatever the reason, this much is known: WCF, you can tell Tiffany’s or whoever is designing my Television Title to have it custom made to fit my waist because that is precisely where it is going after Sunday.
[Havock’s voice becomes more alert and he is almost manically-screaming at this point. He seems to be clutching an imaginary championship in his hands. He begins to speak again, not at the camera, but at the imaginary belt.]
Now some people might say, ‘Tommy, aren’t you worried? You’re going up against two top-notch wrestlers for this prestigious title.’ I don’t give a monkey’s behind who I am wrestling against during this match. Triple-Treat, Fatal-Four-Way, two-one-one, three-on-one, five-on-one, normal rules, hardcore rules, Last Man Standing, hell it doesn’t matter! You see, WCF, Tommy Havock has come here for one reason and one reason only and it wasn’t to make friends. Tommy Havock wants gold. So Kurtis Victory and Big Country, when you step into the ring with me, watch out. Watch out for the Cranium Cruncher and for the Peer Pressure. Be wary about your surroundings. But most importantly, keep an eye open for the Havock Wrecker, because it will be the last thing that you see coming to you before everything goes dark. Go ahead… [glow=red,2,300]Do it, you won’t…[/glow]
Tommy Havock: Tonight was supposed to be my night… This debris that you see on the floor was supposed to be remnants from my victory celebration. The World’s Heavyweight Title was supposed to be wrapped around my waist right now. My destiny has been delayed. My dream has been deferred. My ambition, however, remains the same. My desire, my yearning to have gold around my waist has not ceased. So it’s time to stop talking about the past and to now look ahead to the future.
[Havock appears slightly more sullen in his speech and gazes down at the ground as if looking for answers. His right hand pulls at his sweaty hair and his eyes seem to be hazed over.]
This Sunday at Slam, I am walking into the ring for a scheduled triple-threat match that will determine the new WCF Television Champion. The higher-ups here at WCF must have been so impressed with the talent of Tommy Havock that they felt there needed to be an additional title for me. Or perhaps they saw how many other superstars of the WCF I eliminated and decided they wanted to make sure that I was at the top of the card. Or maybe they realized that I was robbed at War Match. Whatever the reason, this much is known: WCF, you can tell Tiffany’s or whoever is designing my Television Title to have it custom made to fit my waist because that is precisely where it is going after Sunday.
[Havock’s voice becomes more alert and he is almost manically-screaming at this point. He seems to be clutching an imaginary championship in his hands. He begins to speak again, not at the camera, but at the imaginary belt.]
Now some people might say, ‘Tommy, aren’t you worried? You’re going up against two top-notch wrestlers for this prestigious title.’ I don’t give a monkey’s behind who I am wrestling against during this match. Triple-Treat, Fatal-Four-Way, two-one-one, three-on-one, five-on-one, normal rules, hardcore rules, Last Man Standing, hell it doesn’t matter! You see, WCF, Tommy Havock has come here for one reason and one reason only and it wasn’t to make friends. Tommy Havock wants gold. So Kurtis Victory and Big Country, when you step into the ring with me, watch out. Watch out for the Cranium Cruncher and for the Peer Pressure. Be wary about your surroundings. But most importantly, keep an eye open for the Havock Wrecker, because it will be the last thing that you see coming to you before everything goes dark. Go ahead… [glow=red,2,300]Do it, you won’t…[/glow]
