Post by The Soul Of Philly on Sept 16, 2012 10:12:42 GMT -4
February 15th, 2003
TJ springs up, his large frame moves the table up, spilling over the contents of his plate. He begins to head to the door and Kelli chases after him.
Kelli.Murray TJ!
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ NO!
He turns around, knocking her over. He looks down, opting to not help her up. Kelli crawls backward and picks herself up.
I didn’t like this TJ. This TJ let his anger change who he was. Nice, polite, mannered man became a rude, inconsiderate, animal. [/i]
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ No. The person that I thought about when the judge sentenced me is not just leaving me, but leaving the city.
Kelli.Murray You don’t understand, you know that I’ve been looking to transfer out of the city…
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yes.
Kelli.Murray A department in Chicago offered me a higher pay and maybe even time on the road. And I’d hate myself if I didn’t give it a try, now that you’re a felon- Wait, TJ…
A felon? A FELON?! THAT’S WHAT I WAS?!?!?! [/i]
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Oh. I’m not your boyfriend for three years. I’m not the guy who helped you through high school. No. I’m a felon. A lawbreaker. Not someone who deserves love. I’m gone. Have a nice fucking life!
TJ turns back around, opening the door, leaving the apartment and slamming the door behind him. Kelli stands there as tears begin to fall down her face as the scene fades. [/center]
September 12th, 2012
Prologue
Just a recap, I just got sentenced to three years in jail for aggravated assault and Kelli brought me over for dinner. Not just dinner, but to tell me she was leaving Philadelphia…
Just a recap, I just got sentenced to three years in jail for aggravated assault and Kelli brought me over for dinner. Not just dinner, but to tell me she was leaving Philadelphia…
We return to the small apartment kitchen where we see “The Soul of Philly” TJ and his then-girlfriend Kelli Murray sitting across from each other at a small table. TJ’s face wears an expression of shock while Kelli hangs her head.
Kelli.Murray I…wanted to tell you sooner. Its just…
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Now that I’m going jail, it seems a better time than ever.
Kelli.Murray No. Well…
I was angry, so heated. I was going to jail and she was leaving.
[/i]Kelli.Murray I…wanted to tell you sooner. Its just…
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Now that I’m going jail, it seems a better time than ever.
Kelli.Murray No. Well…
I was angry, so heated. I was going to jail and she was leaving.
TJ springs up, his large frame moves the table up, spilling over the contents of his plate. He begins to head to the door and Kelli chases after him.
Kelli.Murray TJ!
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ NO!
He turns around, knocking her over. He looks down, opting to not help her up. Kelli crawls backward and picks herself up.
I didn’t like this TJ. This TJ let his anger change who he was. Nice, polite, mannered man became a rude, inconsiderate, animal. [/i]
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ No. The person that I thought about when the judge sentenced me is not just leaving me, but leaving the city.
Kelli.Murray You don’t understand, you know that I’ve been looking to transfer out of the city…
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yes.
Kelli.Murray A department in Chicago offered me a higher pay and maybe even time on the road. And I’d hate myself if I didn’t give it a try, now that you’re a felon- Wait, TJ…
A felon? A FELON?! THAT’S WHAT I WAS?!?!?! [/i]
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Oh. I’m not your boyfriend for three years. I’m not the guy who helped you through high school. No. I’m a felon. A lawbreaker. Not someone who deserves love. I’m gone. Have a nice fucking life!
TJ turns back around, opening the door, leaving the apartment and slamming the door behind him. Kelli stands there as tears begin to fall down her face as the scene fades. [/center]
September 12th, 2012
Prologue
Flashback over. It’s time for the present, and the present offers a present in the form of “The Bad Ass Boom” Yarmouth. A big guy, like me, who apparently, now hates America. Dunno when it started. He was such a good little boy, guess it’s time that little boy grows up or gets beat down…
Flashback over. It’s time for the present, and the present offers a present in the form of “The Bad Ass Boom” Yarmouth. A big guy, like me, who apparently, now hates America. Dunno when it started. He was such a good little boy, guess it’s time that little boy grows up or gets beat down…
We open the scene on the rooftops of a Philadelphia row home. We see TJ sitting on a beach chair, drinking a bottle of Yuengling lager. He is dressed in very relaxed attire: a beater and sweats. The sun is low in the sky as it is setting in the West, to our right.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ First things first. I want to thank Reginald Schmidt for giving me ensuring a fair shot at the Tap Out Title. I know that Jules’ tea these last couple days haven’t been as good as they were before, but come on; real men drink the finest brew: Yuengling lager.
TJ takes a swig, with the label facing towards the camera of course, and smiles.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Ahhh. Jules is a later date, a later concern. You see, I was riding a wave of emotion going into Shockwave. Had won a good amount of matches in a row, since then though, two losses. Mostly because of Jules and his newest buddy, but it doesn’t matter how the losses looked, it goes down as a loss in the books and officially, I’m on a two match losing streak. And it doesn’t get any easier, I get, hold on, let me look something up real quick.
TJ pulls out his iPhone and proceeds to look up whatever it is he wanted to look up
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Ah, here it is. I’m facing, and I’m quoting this, “The Big Ass Boom” Yarmouth. Take that in for a second. “The Big Ass Boom” Really, I don’t know who has the worse nickname, you or Raaaaaaaaaaab, eh, at least yours sounds intimidating. I guess it fits too, it looks intimidating, like yourself. I mean, you’re six-nine right? Impressive. Not gonna front. You’re a big sonofabitch Yarmouth. You cast a very large shadow over the roster, but I’m bigger. You’re also strong, I’ve seen you manhandle multiple people at once. Destroy everyone standing in a ring at once and not give a damn, but I’m stronger.
TJ downs the rest of the lager and puts the bottom on the ground and sits back in the chair, his hands under his head as he looks up to the sky.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Honestly, I’ve been waiting to get in the ring with you, one on one, the moment I got on Meltdown because the moment on Meltdown was the moment people clamored for this match. TJ vs Yarmouth. “The Soul of Philly” vs “The Bad Ass Boom”. Six feet, ten inches and 285 pounds of me vs the six feet, nine inches, 245 pounds of you. Which now that I think of it, you’re really not big. I mean, 245 pounds at six-nine? You couldn’t put on some more mass as a kid or something? But I digress, I wanted this match so I could prove that there is no one in this company, that was bigger than me. Not one person who was stronger than me. Not one person who could go to sleep at night, rest their head on their pillow and say to themselves,
TJ sits back up and looks at the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ “I’m a giant.” I want to beat you down so badly, that your entire psyche is damaged. No longer do you go around throwing your weight around because in the back of your mind you know you couldn’t do it like me. No more will you walk around thinking you’re the beast that goes bump in the night like I am. Hell, you won’t even dare change a light bulb for a shorter friend because you know you couldn’t do it as easy as I could.
TJ stands up and walks over to the ledge of the roof of his home.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ You won’t be the first Yarmouth, so don’t feel bad. There have been others before you that have stepped to me, got in my face, literally, and told me they were bigger, stronger, and more importantly, better. The funny thing is, all this time we’ve been together, be it on Meltdown or Asylum, you haven’t once stepped to my face and done that. Probably out of respect for me or whatever, but I don’t buy it. This business is about stepping up and standing out. Naturally you stand out, but to me, you’re just another person that I look down to. If I were in your shoes, respect or no respect, I’d walk up to me, look me dead in the eye and say, “I’m better than you.” Why? Because then I’d look at you, figure if your serious or not, and then respect you for having the balls to do that. But you haven’t and I don’t. Not now and unless you can prove it, you won’t get it after next Sunday.
TJ sits down on the ledge, looking at the camera still.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I know more about you than you think too Yarmouth, mentally, where you are standing, I once stood. You see, almost ten years ago, I had my heart broken, not by a bitch named Tammy, but by a woman named Kelli. She was my girl, much like yours was to you. We didn’t have a incoming baby and a miscarriage but she broke my heart right as I was gonna go to jail, Cue up the violin because this is where it gets sad. You see, I went to jail after she broke my heart, and I made myself this apathetic monster once I got there. Anyone who tried to fuck with me, get in my face, try to make me an example, got fucking put in their place. I didn’t care anymore, any wrestling career I had before jail was dead. Any relationship I had, dead. Hell, my own mother wouldn’t visit me in jail, because to her, I was dead. It took Ernie, Raj, Trey, and my brother Jacob to talk me out of keeping myself in there by way of harming the other inmates. I turned a 18 month sentence into a 5 year sentence.
TJ stands back up, looks into the camera and burps.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Sorry about that. See, the moral of this sob story is, I know what you’re thinking right now Yarmouth. You’re thinking that your anger is something for people to fear. Your anger is something that I should be worried about. It should be something I concern myself with it because it’s your anger and you think you know how to control it. But let’s be honest here, what’s happened since your girl left you? You’ve lost every match. Now, you got Raab as a partner, and I had to team with him on Meltdown for a match, and he cost me the match, so I get it. But as someone as angry as you are, as big as you are, who you’re partners with shouldn’t matter. If I recall, it was you tapping out to Chris Hart Thursday. It was you that lost your one shot at the tag titles. Because you’re anger got you in trouble in that match and it was your anger that lost you the match.
TJ goes to the opposite ledge of the roof where a ladder can be seen.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I know that you’re going to prove you can overcome the faults of your anger, and in that, you’re going to create new faults of yourself. How do I know that? Because it happened to me. You’re walking down a path I’ve walked down and a path I wasn’t proud to walk down. I know where you’re heading and I hope you find your way out soon, but not before Sunday, because I want to beat the pissed off “Bad Ass Boom”. I want to be the person that forces you to realize what you really are. I want the one that forces you to find out that you aren’t a giant. You are neither the biggest nor the strongest. I plan on winning Sunday, being the one left standing, and standing the tallest at that.
He steps over the ledge, steps on the ladder and leans back over the roof.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ This is a match that doesn’t mean much, but means a whole lot. In the grand scheme of things, the result of this match won’t affect what either the two of us have coming for us in the future, but to many, this match decided who sits at the top of the totem pole of APW big men. And I’m not gonna lie, the weeks and weeks of you getting talked about as the best big man in APW while I was just being myself, pissed me off. And I intend to let go of that frustration after I prove that I am the best…
TJ sees something, gets back onto the roof, grabs the empty beer bottle and picks it up and walks back over to the ladder.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ That I am the best big man on any APW show. That I am greatness in its truest form. That I am your nightmares in their physical form. That, at the end of the day, no body from the UK, German, jolly ol’ England, New York, LA, Canada, Sri Lanka, or Mars, is better than “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY”.
TJ steps back over the ledge onto the ladder and looks at the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Now, how’s that for a bad ass boom?
The scene fades as TJ goes down the ladder.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ First things first. I want to thank Reginald Schmidt for giving me ensuring a fair shot at the Tap Out Title. I know that Jules’ tea these last couple days haven’t been as good as they were before, but come on; real men drink the finest brew: Yuengling lager.
TJ takes a swig, with the label facing towards the camera of course, and smiles.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Ahhh. Jules is a later date, a later concern. You see, I was riding a wave of emotion going into Shockwave. Had won a good amount of matches in a row, since then though, two losses. Mostly because of Jules and his newest buddy, but it doesn’t matter how the losses looked, it goes down as a loss in the books and officially, I’m on a two match losing streak. And it doesn’t get any easier, I get, hold on, let me look something up real quick.
TJ pulls out his iPhone and proceeds to look up whatever it is he wanted to look up
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Ah, here it is. I’m facing, and I’m quoting this, “The Big Ass Boom” Yarmouth. Take that in for a second. “The Big Ass Boom” Really, I don’t know who has the worse nickname, you or Raaaaaaaaaaab, eh, at least yours sounds intimidating. I guess it fits too, it looks intimidating, like yourself. I mean, you’re six-nine right? Impressive. Not gonna front. You’re a big sonofabitch Yarmouth. You cast a very large shadow over the roster, but I’m bigger. You’re also strong, I’ve seen you manhandle multiple people at once. Destroy everyone standing in a ring at once and not give a damn, but I’m stronger.
TJ downs the rest of the lager and puts the bottom on the ground and sits back in the chair, his hands under his head as he looks up to the sky.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Honestly, I’ve been waiting to get in the ring with you, one on one, the moment I got on Meltdown because the moment on Meltdown was the moment people clamored for this match. TJ vs Yarmouth. “The Soul of Philly” vs “The Bad Ass Boom”. Six feet, ten inches and 285 pounds of me vs the six feet, nine inches, 245 pounds of you. Which now that I think of it, you’re really not big. I mean, 245 pounds at six-nine? You couldn’t put on some more mass as a kid or something? But I digress, I wanted this match so I could prove that there is no one in this company, that was bigger than me. Not one person who was stronger than me. Not one person who could go to sleep at night, rest their head on their pillow and say to themselves,
TJ sits back up and looks at the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ “I’m a giant.” I want to beat you down so badly, that your entire psyche is damaged. No longer do you go around throwing your weight around because in the back of your mind you know you couldn’t do it like me. No more will you walk around thinking you’re the beast that goes bump in the night like I am. Hell, you won’t even dare change a light bulb for a shorter friend because you know you couldn’t do it as easy as I could.
TJ stands up and walks over to the ledge of the roof of his home.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ You won’t be the first Yarmouth, so don’t feel bad. There have been others before you that have stepped to me, got in my face, literally, and told me they were bigger, stronger, and more importantly, better. The funny thing is, all this time we’ve been together, be it on Meltdown or Asylum, you haven’t once stepped to my face and done that. Probably out of respect for me or whatever, but I don’t buy it. This business is about stepping up and standing out. Naturally you stand out, but to me, you’re just another person that I look down to. If I were in your shoes, respect or no respect, I’d walk up to me, look me dead in the eye and say, “I’m better than you.” Why? Because then I’d look at you, figure if your serious or not, and then respect you for having the balls to do that. But you haven’t and I don’t. Not now and unless you can prove it, you won’t get it after next Sunday.
TJ sits down on the ledge, looking at the camera still.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I know more about you than you think too Yarmouth, mentally, where you are standing, I once stood. You see, almost ten years ago, I had my heart broken, not by a bitch named Tammy, but by a woman named Kelli. She was my girl, much like yours was to you. We didn’t have a incoming baby and a miscarriage but she broke my heart right as I was gonna go to jail, Cue up the violin because this is where it gets sad. You see, I went to jail after she broke my heart, and I made myself this apathetic monster once I got there. Anyone who tried to fuck with me, get in my face, try to make me an example, got fucking put in their place. I didn’t care anymore, any wrestling career I had before jail was dead. Any relationship I had, dead. Hell, my own mother wouldn’t visit me in jail, because to her, I was dead. It took Ernie, Raj, Trey, and my brother Jacob to talk me out of keeping myself in there by way of harming the other inmates. I turned a 18 month sentence into a 5 year sentence.
TJ stands back up, looks into the camera and burps.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Sorry about that. See, the moral of this sob story is, I know what you’re thinking right now Yarmouth. You’re thinking that your anger is something for people to fear. Your anger is something that I should be worried about. It should be something I concern myself with it because it’s your anger and you think you know how to control it. But let’s be honest here, what’s happened since your girl left you? You’ve lost every match. Now, you got Raab as a partner, and I had to team with him on Meltdown for a match, and he cost me the match, so I get it. But as someone as angry as you are, as big as you are, who you’re partners with shouldn’t matter. If I recall, it was you tapping out to Chris Hart Thursday. It was you that lost your one shot at the tag titles. Because you’re anger got you in trouble in that match and it was your anger that lost you the match.
TJ goes to the opposite ledge of the roof where a ladder can be seen.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I know that you’re going to prove you can overcome the faults of your anger, and in that, you’re going to create new faults of yourself. How do I know that? Because it happened to me. You’re walking down a path I’ve walked down and a path I wasn’t proud to walk down. I know where you’re heading and I hope you find your way out soon, but not before Sunday, because I want to beat the pissed off “Bad Ass Boom”. I want to be the person that forces you to realize what you really are. I want the one that forces you to find out that you aren’t a giant. You are neither the biggest nor the strongest. I plan on winning Sunday, being the one left standing, and standing the tallest at that.
He steps over the ledge, steps on the ladder and leans back over the roof.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ This is a match that doesn’t mean much, but means a whole lot. In the grand scheme of things, the result of this match won’t affect what either the two of us have coming for us in the future, but to many, this match decided who sits at the top of the totem pole of APW big men. And I’m not gonna lie, the weeks and weeks of you getting talked about as the best big man in APW while I was just being myself, pissed me off. And I intend to let go of that frustration after I prove that I am the best…
TJ sees something, gets back onto the roof, grabs the empty beer bottle and picks it up and walks back over to the ladder.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ That I am the best big man on any APW show. That I am greatness in its truest form. That I am your nightmares in their physical form. That, at the end of the day, no body from the UK, German, jolly ol’ England, New York, LA, Canada, Sri Lanka, or Mars, is better than “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY”.
TJ steps back over the ledge onto the ladder and looks at the camera.
The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Now, how’s that for a bad ass boom?
The scene fades as TJ goes down the ladder.
