Post by The Soul Of Philly on Aug 24, 2012 21:17:27 GMT -4
August 11th, 2012
25 Minutes Later
August 22rd, 2012
20 Minutes Later…
Prologue
Before we get to Shockwave, my ankle, or Julius, I gotta pick up where we left off. I found out someone is selling drugs in my gym, my haven, my haven for others. I found out where one of the dealers lived and me, Raj, and Trey went there…
Before we get to Shockwave, my ankle, or Julius, I gotta pick up where we left off. I found out someone is selling drugs in my gym, my haven, my haven for others. I found out where one of the dealers lived and me, Raj, and Trey went there…
We open the scene inside of a 2009 Dodge Avenger where we see “The Soul of Philly” TJ riding shotgun, Roger Gings behind the wheel, and Trey Gings sitting in the backseat, leaning forward. The three of them are focused on a single row home in Manayunk, neighborhood of Philadelphia. Trey leans back and checks his phone.
Trey.Gings Damn, we’ve been here for two hours. What are we waiting for exactly?
Roger .“Raj”.Gings I think the guy that was selling. What did he look like again?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Black, short ‘fro, small, fragile, and a nasty looking goatee.
Trey.Gings SMH.
TJ and Roger turn to look at Trey.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Did you really just say, “SMH”?
Trey.Gings Yea? What of it?
Roger .“Raj”.Gings Wow, and I thought my brother wasn’t completely ignorant.
Trey.Gings Fuck you nigga.
TJ turns to look at Raj.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Touched a nerve. You know calling Trey ignorant is the like calling a midget, “a midget”. He gets all pissed off but does nothing.
TJ gives Trey a sly smile and Trey punches him in the arm as hard as he can and TJ just shrugs it off.
Roger .“Raj”.Gings Seriously, TJ, you think this is smart to do? I mean, what if something happens before Asylum? Like you get stabbed or shot?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I’m not gonna get out of the car, Trey is.
Trey leaps from the back seat and into TJ’s face.
Trey.Gings Fuck you. Last time I did something like this, I almost contracted gonorrhea from just talking to that dealer. I already faced chemical warfare and got lucky to walk away unscathed, fuck testing fate again. You go Raj.
Raj face washes Trey back into the back seat.
Roger .“Raj”.Gings Fuck outta here. TJ, I don’t know why you just don’t call the cops and let them take care of this.
Trey.Gings Raj, you know TJ’s always wanted to be Batman. This is him being all Bruce Wayne!
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Shut up. I think that’s him.
Raj and Trey look at the house as a man fitting the description given to the three the day prior steps out and pulls out his phone.
Roger .“Raj”.Gings So who’s going out there and….TJ?
Making up his mind, TJ limped his way over to the man, much shorter than TJ. The man recognizes TJ and knows why he’s here and pulls a gun on him. TJ stops and stares at the man. Raj and Trey get out of the car. Trey reaches to his pocket for his own gun.
Drug.Dealer Take anotha step and I split yo buddy’s wig.
Trey and Raj stay at the car, Trey taking his hand off his gun.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ All I wanted to say was to stop dealing in my gym, I don’t care where you do it, I mean I’d prefer you not to do it at all, but times are tough, I understand, just stop doing in my gym.
Drug.Dealer Youse a dumb nigga. You don’t think that Ima give up a cop free place to do bidniz cuz you came ova’ hurr all polite like? We ain’t all got money like you do, we all strugglin’ out hurr so we do what needs to be done ya feel nigga?
The smart ass in TJ wants to say that he just said that, but street TJ knows being at the wrong end of a gun would make that comment a terrible idea.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I do, all I ask, just keep that shit outta my gym. I’m tryna help people like you find a way outta of here.
Drug.Dealer Fuck outta here nigga. Alls you doin is makin’ mo’ money off us poor niggas. You think dat we really need ta work out at yo gym and it gon’ change our life? Save whateva Rudy speech you got in that fat head of yours, it ain’t gon’ work.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Fine. Have it your way then.
TJ goes to walk back, keeping his eyes on the man as he walks back. Raj and Trey watch from the side of the car.
Drug.Dealer Whoa nigga. You think I’ma let you come ova hurr and tell me what to do and jus’ walk away and call the cops? Nah, I kinda wanna see that Rudy speech of yours, so I’ma pop you in the head and see it myself.
Just then a shriek comes from inside the house and out comes a woman who grabs the gun and takes it out of the dealer’s hands. She points it on the dealer. TJ, Trey, and Raj all stand in shock, jaws dropped. TJ is the first to speak.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Kelli?
“Kelli”, a taller woman, probably in her late twenties, early thirties, with medium length red hair stands holding the gun with both hands.
Kelli Hold it right there Javar!
Javar.The.Drug.Dealer Kelli? Da hell is dis? Yo name is Carli you lyin’ bitch!
Unbeknownst to Javar, TJ has begun to come closer.
Kelli There’s a lot you don’t know about me Javar.
Javar.The.Drug.Dealer Dah hell does dat mean? You tellin’ youse a cop?
Kelli Not exactly.
Drug.Dealer I shoulda known fuckin’ with a snow bunny woulda bite me in the ass. UMPH!
It did more than bite him in the ass as TJ delivers a clean, hard right hand that knocks the man out hard.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Care to explain?
Kelli Hold on…
She brings out her phone as she calls someone.
Kelli Dad? It’s me….I’m fine…we got him.
She hangs up as Raj and Trey have came over the side of the street, as have the neighborhood.
Kelli TJ can you get me outta here?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yea, where to?
Kelli My house.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yea.
Trey.Gings Damn, we’ve been here for two hours. What are we waiting for exactly?
Roger .“Raj”.Gings I think the guy that was selling. What did he look like again?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Black, short ‘fro, small, fragile, and a nasty looking goatee.
Trey.Gings SMH.
TJ and Roger turn to look at Trey.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Did you really just say, “SMH”?
Trey.Gings Yea? What of it?
Roger .“Raj”.Gings Wow, and I thought my brother wasn’t completely ignorant.
Trey.Gings Fuck you nigga.
TJ turns to look at Raj.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Touched a nerve. You know calling Trey ignorant is the like calling a midget, “a midget”. He gets all pissed off but does nothing.
TJ gives Trey a sly smile and Trey punches him in the arm as hard as he can and TJ just shrugs it off.
Roger .“Raj”.Gings Seriously, TJ, you think this is smart to do? I mean, what if something happens before Asylum? Like you get stabbed or shot?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I’m not gonna get out of the car, Trey is.
Trey leaps from the back seat and into TJ’s face.
Trey.Gings Fuck you. Last time I did something like this, I almost contracted gonorrhea from just talking to that dealer. I already faced chemical warfare and got lucky to walk away unscathed, fuck testing fate again. You go Raj.
Raj face washes Trey back into the back seat.
Roger .“Raj”.Gings Fuck outta here. TJ, I don’t know why you just don’t call the cops and let them take care of this.
Trey.Gings Raj, you know TJ’s always wanted to be Batman. This is him being all Bruce Wayne!
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Shut up. I think that’s him.
Raj and Trey look at the house as a man fitting the description given to the three the day prior steps out and pulls out his phone.
Roger .“Raj”.Gings So who’s going out there and….TJ?
Making up his mind, TJ limped his way over to the man, much shorter than TJ. The man recognizes TJ and knows why he’s here and pulls a gun on him. TJ stops and stares at the man. Raj and Trey get out of the car. Trey reaches to his pocket for his own gun.
Drug.Dealer Take anotha step and I split yo buddy’s wig.
Trey and Raj stay at the car, Trey taking his hand off his gun.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ All I wanted to say was to stop dealing in my gym, I don’t care where you do it, I mean I’d prefer you not to do it at all, but times are tough, I understand, just stop doing in my gym.
Drug.Dealer Youse a dumb nigga. You don’t think that Ima give up a cop free place to do bidniz cuz you came ova’ hurr all polite like? We ain’t all got money like you do, we all strugglin’ out hurr so we do what needs to be done ya feel nigga?
The smart ass in TJ wants to say that he just said that, but street TJ knows being at the wrong end of a gun would make that comment a terrible idea.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I do, all I ask, just keep that shit outta my gym. I’m tryna help people like you find a way outta of here.
Drug.Dealer Fuck outta here nigga. Alls you doin is makin’ mo’ money off us poor niggas. You think dat we really need ta work out at yo gym and it gon’ change our life? Save whateva Rudy speech you got in that fat head of yours, it ain’t gon’ work.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Fine. Have it your way then.
TJ goes to walk back, keeping his eyes on the man as he walks back. Raj and Trey watch from the side of the car.
Drug.Dealer Whoa nigga. You think I’ma let you come ova hurr and tell me what to do and jus’ walk away and call the cops? Nah, I kinda wanna see that Rudy speech of yours, so I’ma pop you in the head and see it myself.
Just then a shriek comes from inside the house and out comes a woman who grabs the gun and takes it out of the dealer’s hands. She points it on the dealer. TJ, Trey, and Raj all stand in shock, jaws dropped. TJ is the first to speak.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Kelli?
“Kelli”, a taller woman, probably in her late twenties, early thirties, with medium length red hair stands holding the gun with both hands.
Kelli Hold it right there Javar!
Javar.The.Drug.Dealer Kelli? Da hell is dis? Yo name is Carli you lyin’ bitch!
Unbeknownst to Javar, TJ has begun to come closer.
Kelli There’s a lot you don’t know about me Javar.
Javar.The.Drug.Dealer Dah hell does dat mean? You tellin’ youse a cop?
Kelli Not exactly.
Drug.Dealer I shoulda known fuckin’ with a snow bunny woulda bite me in the ass. UMPH!
It did more than bite him in the ass as TJ delivers a clean, hard right hand that knocks the man out hard.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Care to explain?
Kelli Hold on…
She brings out her phone as she calls someone.
Kelli Dad? It’s me….I’m fine…we got him.
She hangs up as Raj and Trey have came over the side of the street, as have the neighborhood.
Kelli TJ can you get me outta here?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yea, where to?
Kelli My house.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yea.
25 Minutes Later
We see the four in TJ’s Dodge Avenger as it pulls up to a house, presumably Kelli’s. Kelli gets out of the car and starts walking towards the house.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ What was that all about?
Kelli I can’t right now. I’ll call you when I get time.
The scene fades as Kelli walks into her house, leaving the three friends pondering what the hell just happened.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ What was that all about?
Kelli I can’t right now. I’ll call you when I get time.
The scene fades as Kelli walks into her house, leaving the three friends pondering what the hell just happened.
August 22rd, 2012
Prologue
So yea, shit got a bit wild before Asylum, but like a pro, I put that on the back burner for a bit. I was gonna put my attention after, but someone attacked me and ruined a great match between myself and Hopkins and turns out, my ankle is broken. Shocker, but that’s not stopping me. I’ll take care of the stuff at home later, first I gotta take care of Farq, I made my way to LA…
So yea, shit got a bit wild before Asylum, but like a pro, I put that on the back burner for a bit. I was gonna put my attention after, but someone attacked me and ruined a great match between myself and Hopkins and turns out, my ankle is broken. Shocker, but that’s not stopping me. I’ll take care of the stuff at home later, first I gotta take care of Farq, I made my way to LA…
We open the scene inside the Staples Center, host of the 2012 edition of Shockwave, where TJ will look to take the APW Tap Out Championship off of Julius Farquhar. We find TJ in what seems to be the trainer’s room, as there are examining tables set up. Due to the actions of Farquhar, there are guards are inside of the room. A trainer walks in the room from the outside hallway, showing there are guards outside of the room as well.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Hey there doc.
APW.Medical.Trainer I don’t have a doctorate, just an athletic trainer TJ.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Well, hey there trainy. Heh, sounds kinda like tranny.
APW.Medical.Trainer Doc will be fine.
TJ and the trainer chuckle a small bit as the trainer feels TJ’s ankle.TJ winces in pain.
APW.Medical.Trainer How does that feel?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I dunno, can you feel you fingers touching themselves through my skin?
APW.Medical.Trainer No, which is good, but I can feel a break.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Doc said that it’s broken, but thankfully it didn’t go through the skin he said. Put me in a walking boot, but it’s not exactly the best thing for my career. He told me that’s all he could do.
APW.Medical.Trainer Well, there’s a type of splint that could be useful for you. It’s a splint brace. It’s not too thick, but very supportive. You won’t get a lot of mobility outta it, but you’re a power guy, it’ll work perfect for you and it should stay in place during your match.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Thanks doc. Anything else?
APW.Medical.Trainer Just need to measure the size we need and we can get this to you by bell time.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Thanks.
After taking measurements for the splint brace, the doctor attends to other things while TJ puts his walking boot back on and makes his way out of the room. As he walks out, he sees an old friend.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yo Tony!
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino What’s up!?
The friend is none other than the camera man TJ met at the last PPV, Test for the Best. The exchange a bro-hug.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Shit it’s been awhile. My last Meltdown right?
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Think so. I was hoping I’d run into you in LA.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Same. Why are you here though? It’s Tuesday.
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Figured some talent would be around and want to say something to their opponents or something. You never know.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Smart. Speaking of, I need you to grab your camera and meet me in the parking lot.
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Alright give me ten minutes.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Hey there doc.
APW.Medical.Trainer I don’t have a doctorate, just an athletic trainer TJ.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Well, hey there trainy. Heh, sounds kinda like tranny.
APW.Medical.Trainer Doc will be fine.
TJ and the trainer chuckle a small bit as the trainer feels TJ’s ankle.TJ winces in pain.
APW.Medical.Trainer How does that feel?
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I dunno, can you feel you fingers touching themselves through my skin?
APW.Medical.Trainer No, which is good, but I can feel a break.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Doc said that it’s broken, but thankfully it didn’t go through the skin he said. Put me in a walking boot, but it’s not exactly the best thing for my career. He told me that’s all he could do.
APW.Medical.Trainer Well, there’s a type of splint that could be useful for you. It’s a splint brace. It’s not too thick, but very supportive. You won’t get a lot of mobility outta it, but you’re a power guy, it’ll work perfect for you and it should stay in place during your match.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Thanks doc. Anything else?
APW.Medical.Trainer Just need to measure the size we need and we can get this to you by bell time.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Thanks.
After taking measurements for the splint brace, the doctor attends to other things while TJ puts his walking boot back on and makes his way out of the room. As he walks out, he sees an old friend.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yo Tony!
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino What’s up!?
The friend is none other than the camera man TJ met at the last PPV, Test for the Best. The exchange a bro-hug.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Shit it’s been awhile. My last Meltdown right?
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Think so. I was hoping I’d run into you in LA.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Same. Why are you here though? It’s Tuesday.
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Figured some talent would be around and want to say something to their opponents or something. You never know.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Smart. Speaking of, I need you to grab your camera and meet me in the parking lot.
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Alright give me ten minutes.
20 Minutes Later…
We come back to outside the Staples Center in the middle of the day. We are in an empty parking lot minus a SUV and what seems to be a tailgate set up with two chairs and a grill. We see TJ waiting impatiently for Tony. Tony comes running up after a few moments with the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Where the hell were you?
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino I had to take a piss and I thought I saw Kobe.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Come on man!
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Give me a few second to set up….we’re good.
A big red light turns on and Tony gives TJ a thumbs up to signal “go.”
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Los Angeles, LA, The City of Angels. A beautiful city, filled with has beens, wanna bes and “important” people. And come Sunday, August 26th, they will all be here, Staples Center to see the Megastars of APW do battle. But, just like their Lackers, er, sorry, Lakers, APW is anchored by an all-star, Hall of Fame worthy big man.
TJ points to himself with a goofy smile.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Me. Alright, I know I got a bit of work on the Hall of Fame, but still, I find myself in a similar position of the greats like Wilt, Kareem, Shaq, and the newest big man in LA, Dwight Howard. I find myself being put on a team filled with stars. The Asylum brand has some of the best talent APW has, but I make us even better.
TJ stops and clears his head.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Alright, I could be getting ahead of myself, but no other brand has someone like me. Six feet, eleven inches, 285 pounds and more heart than you can fathom. I hit people harder than they’d ever been hit before. Just ask the last seven men to step in the ring with me, and good luck, because only three are still around. That’s how hard I hit people. One of those three, I face Sunday, the current and soon to be former APW Tap Out Champion, Julius Farquhar. You see Mr. Farq has done what not a lot of people can say; he’s put a chink in my armor, if you will. It’s no doubt known that my ankle is broken, thanks to him in one way or another.
TJ grabs a folding chair and sits down and puts his injured foot up on a second chair.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ In case you’ve been under a rock for the last couple months. This goes back to my time on Meltdown when Mr. Farq decided to come down and show off his belt and disgraced the Meltdown brand with a piss poor display of superiority over a bunch of scrubs. I come down and challenge him to a real match and he ducked out of it. The next week, he tried to cost me my match with Jason Andrews, didn’t work and he decided to use every lawyer he could find to stop a street fight between me and him from happening. Fast-forward to my first night on Asylum and we cross paths and I warn him. The next show? Street fight and what does he do? Try to hide from it. I win and I get the title match that I’m getting at Shockwave.
TJ grabs a beer from the cooler and cracks it open and takes a big swig of it.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Ahhh. See, now is where the story gets good. See this is where Jules gets the upper hand in this story. During our match, he got ballsy and dropped the steel steps on my right ankle, which only sprained it. Wanting to finish the job, he attacked me during a post match check-up, further damaging my ankle. While he was unable to break it, he did do serious damage to it. Then, this last Asylum, he hacked the broadcast to give me a warning about how accidents happen, and wouldn’t you know it, during my match with Jair Hopkins, which I was on the verge of winning, I was attacked, ending the match and, the attacked focused on my ankle with a lead pipe. One swing and he broke it, finishing Jules assault on my ankle.
TJ finishes his beer and stands up, looking fiercely into the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I know that you had everything thing to do with that Jules. I know that you set that up from home and I know that you think you’ve done enough to beat me before our match. But you haven’t done a damn thing. You broke my ankle, but I’ll damned if I let you think you broke my spirit. You didn’t break me, you didn’t break greatness in its truest form. You didn’t break your nightmares in their physical forms. And you didn’t, you won’t, and you never will, break “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUULLLLL OF PHILLY”.
TJ sits back down and opens up another beer.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ And I’ll be right here waiting to prove it.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Where the hell were you?
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino I had to take a piss and I thought I saw Kobe.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Come on man!
APW.Camera.Man Tony.Carvealino Give me a few second to set up….we’re good.
A big red light turns on and Tony gives TJ a thumbs up to signal “go.”
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Los Angeles, LA, The City of Angels. A beautiful city, filled with has beens, wanna bes and “important” people. And come Sunday, August 26th, they will all be here, Staples Center to see the Megastars of APW do battle. But, just like their Lackers, er, sorry, Lakers, APW is anchored by an all-star, Hall of Fame worthy big man.
TJ points to himself with a goofy smile.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Me. Alright, I know I got a bit of work on the Hall of Fame, but still, I find myself in a similar position of the greats like Wilt, Kareem, Shaq, and the newest big man in LA, Dwight Howard. I find myself being put on a team filled with stars. The Asylum brand has some of the best talent APW has, but I make us even better.
TJ stops and clears his head.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Alright, I could be getting ahead of myself, but no other brand has someone like me. Six feet, eleven inches, 285 pounds and more heart than you can fathom. I hit people harder than they’d ever been hit before. Just ask the last seven men to step in the ring with me, and good luck, because only three are still around. That’s how hard I hit people. One of those three, I face Sunday, the current and soon to be former APW Tap Out Champion, Julius Farquhar. You see Mr. Farq has done what not a lot of people can say; he’s put a chink in my armor, if you will. It’s no doubt known that my ankle is broken, thanks to him in one way or another.
TJ grabs a folding chair and sits down and puts his injured foot up on a second chair.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ In case you’ve been under a rock for the last couple months. This goes back to my time on Meltdown when Mr. Farq decided to come down and show off his belt and disgraced the Meltdown brand with a piss poor display of superiority over a bunch of scrubs. I come down and challenge him to a real match and he ducked out of it. The next week, he tried to cost me my match with Jason Andrews, didn’t work and he decided to use every lawyer he could find to stop a street fight between me and him from happening. Fast-forward to my first night on Asylum and we cross paths and I warn him. The next show? Street fight and what does he do? Try to hide from it. I win and I get the title match that I’m getting at Shockwave.
TJ grabs a beer from the cooler and cracks it open and takes a big swig of it.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Ahhh. See, now is where the story gets good. See this is where Jules gets the upper hand in this story. During our match, he got ballsy and dropped the steel steps on my right ankle, which only sprained it. Wanting to finish the job, he attacked me during a post match check-up, further damaging my ankle. While he was unable to break it, he did do serious damage to it. Then, this last Asylum, he hacked the broadcast to give me a warning about how accidents happen, and wouldn’t you know it, during my match with Jair Hopkins, which I was on the verge of winning, I was attacked, ending the match and, the attacked focused on my ankle with a lead pipe. One swing and he broke it, finishing Jules assault on my ankle.
TJ finishes his beer and stands up, looking fiercely into the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I know that you had everything thing to do with that Jules. I know that you set that up from home and I know that you think you’ve done enough to beat me before our match. But you haven’t done a damn thing. You broke my ankle, but I’ll damned if I let you think you broke my spirit. You didn’t break me, you didn’t break greatness in its truest form. You didn’t break your nightmares in their physical forms. And you didn’t, you won’t, and you never will, break “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUULLLLL OF PHILLY”.
TJ sits back down and opens up another beer.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ And I’ll be right here waiting to prove it.
