Post by The Soul Of Philly on May 15, 2012 19:09:00 GMT -4
Prolouge
It’s been awhile hasn’t it? Almost two years since I’ve stepped in a ring, two years since I was relevant to anyone. Sure, I got asked, “When are you returning to the ring TJ?” or “Where are you going to make your return to the ring?” or “Why did you stop?” And it was the question that bothered me the most because unlike the other two, I knew the answer. I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought I was done. I thought I had reached my peak, never could break that glass ceiled that separated me and a world title. Friends said go somewhere they would basically give you the title, small federations, places where my influence and name would get me there alone. Then I heard about APW, Action Packed Wrestling, I heard its reputation, watched its shows and PPV, and would start to train before doubt crept back into my mind and I stopped. “What if this isn’t the place where it happens?” “What if I never win a world title?” I felt like a nineteen year old virgin worrying about when he’ll pop his cherry. Then I remembered what my brother Jacob told me, before he died, “Don’t worry about wins, losses, and championships. You’re already winning at life. To me, you’re a champion.” Yea, some cheesy stuff, but that was Jay to a tee. He knew how to get me to keep going on with wrestling after his death. I wanted to validate his final words. I need to.
It’s been awhile hasn’t it? Almost two years since I’ve stepped in a ring, two years since I was relevant to anyone. Sure, I got asked, “When are you returning to the ring TJ?” or “Where are you going to make your return to the ring?” or “Why did you stop?” And it was the question that bothered me the most because unlike the other two, I knew the answer. I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought I was done. I thought I had reached my peak, never could break that glass ceiled that separated me and a world title. Friends said go somewhere they would basically give you the title, small federations, places where my influence and name would get me there alone. Then I heard about APW, Action Packed Wrestling, I heard its reputation, watched its shows and PPV, and would start to train before doubt crept back into my mind and I stopped. “What if this isn’t the place where it happens?” “What if I never win a world title?” I felt like a nineteen year old virgin worrying about when he’ll pop his cherry. Then I remembered what my brother Jacob told me, before he died, “Don’t worry about wins, losses, and championships. You’re already winning at life. To me, you’re a champion.” Yea, some cheesy stuff, but that was Jay to a tee. He knew how to get me to keep going on with wrestling after his death. I wanted to validate his final words. I need to.
Darkness
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This is going to crash and burn. Oh relax, it’s a great idea. I mean come on, what else is better than this for what you’re trying to do? It’d be easier to name shit that isn’t better than this. Damn it Roger, the cover is still on the lens!Roger My bad.
Rustling is heard as the cover lens of the camera is taken off. There we see the face of “Roger”. He gets out of the way to reveal the man seated in front of the camera. The Caucasian man is a hulking figure, sitting on a black couch. He is wearing a red Evan Turner Sixers shirt and jeans. He has on a red Phillies Hat as well.
Roger Yo, TJ, you gon’ start or no?
The hulking figure, TJ, nods his head, almost regretfully. He clears his throat before talking.
TJ Well, I guess I’ll start with an introduction. The name is TJ, you can call me that. Or you can call me “The Soul of Philly” as that is also who I am.
He winks with his right eye and smiles and points to the Phillies hat on his head.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ And if it isn’t obvious, I am from Philly. I bleed Philly. I am Philly. I embody what Philly is all about to clarify it a bit. I work hard for what I got, you see this. Raj, show them the house.
The camera zooms out to show a decent sized living room that connects to a kitchen and stairs leading upstairs.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I worked my ass off for years to get this house. I took beatings, got hit by a car, got put through more tables than I can count, hell I got kicked off a cell and landed on the ground. All of it and never did I regret it. Sure I’m 30 and my back isn’t as great as it was when I was 20 or 25 or hell, 27, but I don’t regret what I’ve put myself through for success or, more importantly, the fans.
The camera zooms in on TJ once more.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ It sounds cliché but, if it weren’t for the fans, I wouldn’t be doing this anymore. Several times over the past couple years I felt like retiring and just live my life. All the fans that would contact me and ask me to come back, all the fans asking me to return to the ring, they kept me going, until two years ago, that’s when the fans weren’t enough to stop me.
TJ leans back and looks up at the ceiling of his house.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I just couldn’t continue to go nowhere in life.
He looks back at the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ My career was going great, don’t get me wrong. I was holding a contract for a World Championship match that I could use when I saw fit, I was a champion. Then I torn my pectoral muscle and was sidelined and before I could come back and use that title shot, the company had sunk. I figured, what’s the point? Everywhere I go SOMETHING happens to stop me from reaching the top. Most times it’s the company I’m in going bankrupt, but injuries happen and I lose my spot. That’s business, I’m not complaining, it’s just like, no matter what happens in life, something happens.
A man then walks behind TJ and starts moving his arms around and begins to dance.
Roger God Dammit Trey! GET THE HELL OUT OF THE VIDEO!
Roger gets up and runs from behind the camera and jumps over the couch that TJ sits on and tackles Trey.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Well, I guess I have to introduce these two now. YO!
TJ’s booming voice stops the two as they stop fighting and stand behind TJ, Roger on the right and Trey on the left. TJ looks back to see where they are before continuing.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ To my left, your right, is my longest friend, one of my only friends, Roger “Raj” Gings. Say hi Raj.
Roger “Raj” Gings What up.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ This other schmuck is Trey Gings, his younger brother.
Trey Gings What up ladies. My number is two one five-AH!
Roger pushes Trey out of the picture and leaves to the picture.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ See those two talked me back into the ring. They told me about APW and told me that it’s the best place for me to come back because the competition is tough, tough enough to get me back into my ass kicking mode very quickly. And then from there, the sky is the limit. Be ready APW, because I am coming. Greatness in its truest form is making it’s your doorstep. Your nightmares in their physical forms are on the way. “The SOOOOOOUUUUUUULLLLL OF PHILLY” is here. You’ve been warned.
TJ leans over and turns the camera off. [/center]
OOC: I was stuck on how to end it figured just make it short. SOrry for it being so late.
