Post by The Soul Of Philly on Nov 10, 2012 14:04:41 GMT -4
Sunday November 4th, 2012. 10:00 AM
Six Hours Later…
Roger.“Raj”.Gings TJ you gotta be smarter, he was gonna end you.
We open the scene inside of the home of “The Soul of Philly” TJ. We open to see Roger Gings and Trey Gings surrounding TJ as the three of them seem to be in the middle of a heated discussion concerning One Night In Hell. As a result of that night, TJ has his leg in a walking boot and up in the air in an attempt to relieve the pain of his broken ankle. Raj is sitting adjacent to TJ while Trey is standing behind the couch that TJ is sitting on. They’re faces hold a look of concern for him while TJ’s holds a stoic look.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So? I know what I signed up for.
Trey.Gings You signed up for getting’ your neck snapped? Come on TJ. You better than this. Don’t play that bullshit with us. You were tryin’ to get hurt.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I was trying to win. The stipulation was to force the other man to say “I Quit” which means if I said those words, I lost. I was not losing.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings Hey, poptart, you lost because you wouldn’t say I quit.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fuck you two, you don’t know what it’s like in there.
Trey.Gings TJ, I’m gonna be dead up with you: You talkin’ out your ass right now. We’ve been around you long enough to know what it’s like in there.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not when you know you can beat the other man because he can’t beat you.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings TJ, he beat you.
Trey.Gings TJ, you don’t know what it’s like to be sittin’ ringside while your best friend has a steel chair wrapped around his neck with some dude who is black chick crazy on the top rope about to jump down on your neck. Do you know that feeling?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Do I know that feeling? Do you know what it’s like to hear your brother getting shot?
Roger springs up out of his seat and walks right up to TJ and throws a right hand at him, landing square on his jaw.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings I’m tired of that. I am so fuckin’ sick of you bringing up Jacob EVERY time something doesn’t go right or somebody says something about hardship. Guess what TJ, you’re living a pretty good fuckin’ life. You get paid to travel the world, to entertain people, to be yourself. But when you’re here, at home, you’re a fuckin’ depressing bitch. That’s the only way I can put it.
Trey tries to pick his jaw up off the floor as he stares at Roger, who looks at him and points him to the door. Trey grabs his backpack and heads to the door and waits.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings For the last two years, you been a fuckin’ mess. I get it, Jacob was killed, taken WAAAY to early, but it’s been two years, you ain’t done a fuckin’ thing for your life. You got back to wrestling, great, but you still let this right here, this fucking house, this aura of depression attack you and keep you from succeeding. You let it force you into a position that you can’t win. Because of it, you feel you need to prove yourself every time you’re in the ring, and it’s exhausting to be your friend because when you’re great, you thank Jacob, give Jacob the credit. When you lose, you let Jacob down and you don’t want that to happen so you do everything you can to not let that happen. You had Julius, you had him several times and yes you got screwed but you know that some times, it just isn’t your night. There are forces that ain’t gonna let you go where you want, but you don’t believe that. You always just think, “Damn it, I fucked up, let Jacob down, gotta work harder and focus more and do better and be perfect.” TJ, you ain’t fucking perfect and you fucking know that. Look at when you tried to be in The Test For The Best back in June, you failed the first time and then went back even harder the second and failed again because you over-worked yourself. You beat Julius then got screwed and wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again and you spent all that time working for the Tap Out Championship and you ended up losing because you worked yourself into the thought that giving up and saving not only your career but your future health would be a disappointment of Jacob, despite how much effort and heart you put it in. Knowing that people would applaud you for the effort and the display of heart you showed in the match, you would think that Jacob would have been disappointed. Never was Jacob disappointed in you, when you went to jail, when many people were disappointed in you, he wasn’t. He was proud that you put that dirtbag in his place. He always looked up to you and tried to be like you because you were always fine with failure if it was given your best, knowing that it wasn’t your night. Now if you fail, it’s because you’re not good enough, when that is far from the truth. This match you have coming up, you’re good enough to win and face Sally and beat her, but one thing stands in your way, Jacob.
A tear hits TJ on the hand, the tear coming from the eyes of Roger.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings Look at me TJ, I love you. You’re my boy and I’ll always be there for you, just like I am now. I thought you were better than this, good enough to realize that you’re letting Jacob’s death cloud almost everything you do. You need to move on. You need to get past Jacob’s death and you need to-
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You want me to give up on my brother is what you’re saying then right? No fuck that.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings How the fuck are you giving up on him? HE’S DEAD! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! JACOB IS NO LONGER HERE WITH US! THERE IS NOTHING TO GIVE UP ON! THERE IS NO MORE BATTLING TO KEEP HIM HERE!
Trey opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it as Roger continues.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings There is only one battle and it’s the battle going on inside your heart because you know Jacob’s gone and he’s never coming back. You know he’s hearing me tell you all this, and you know “all this” is the truth, but inside of your heart, the one that’s taken you further in this business than you ever imagined, inside of it you don’t want this to be truth. Inside you just want this to be something that it will never be. You want Jacob to be here like it’s a prank we’ve played on you. You want Jacob to be alive and with his fiancée and his kids over every Sunday for dinner. You need to understand that that’s not ever going to be and you need to move on.
Roger goes into his bag and puts his handheld camera on the table.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings And until then, I’m done being around you, I have enough hormones at home with Lizzy about to give birth, I don’t need anymore from you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Raj…
Roger.“Raj”.Gings Nah.
Roger makes his way to the door, Trey already out of the house. Roger stops at the door and looks back at TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJAnd until you do move on, Jacob’s going to haunt you in whatever you try to do. Wrestling, romance, life. Until you give up on Jacob, you’ll never make it where you wanna go.
Roger exits the house, shutting the door behind him. Alone TJ begins to sob.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why J? Why did you have to be taken? Why?!
With his good leg, TJ breaks the table in front of him in half, almost crushing the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why can’t I just accept that you’re gone? That you were taken and there is nothing I can do about it. Why? The thought that I’d disappoint you comes from nothing. When you said, “Go and win the big one,” why did it turn my goal from winning one to winning one for you? I love you Jacob, but, I don’t think I can win one for you; I just got to win one, for us.
TJ pushes himself up off the couch and looks at the broken table in front of him. He leans over and grabs the camera and makes his way upstairs…
We open the scene inside of the home of “The Soul of Philly” TJ. We open to see Roger Gings and Trey Gings surrounding TJ as the three of them seem to be in the middle of a heated discussion concerning One Night In Hell. As a result of that night, TJ has his leg in a walking boot and up in the air in an attempt to relieve the pain of his broken ankle. Raj is sitting adjacent to TJ while Trey is standing behind the couch that TJ is sitting on. They’re faces hold a look of concern for him while TJ’s holds a stoic look.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So? I know what I signed up for.
Trey.Gings You signed up for getting’ your neck snapped? Come on TJ. You better than this. Don’t play that bullshit with us. You were tryin’ to get hurt.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I was trying to win. The stipulation was to force the other man to say “I Quit” which means if I said those words, I lost. I was not losing.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings Hey, poptart, you lost because you wouldn’t say I quit.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fuck you two, you don’t know what it’s like in there.
Trey.Gings TJ, I’m gonna be dead up with you: You talkin’ out your ass right now. We’ve been around you long enough to know what it’s like in there.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not when you know you can beat the other man because he can’t beat you.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings TJ, he beat you.
Trey.Gings TJ, you don’t know what it’s like to be sittin’ ringside while your best friend has a steel chair wrapped around his neck with some dude who is black chick crazy on the top rope about to jump down on your neck. Do you know that feeling?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Do I know that feeling? Do you know what it’s like to hear your brother getting shot?
Roger springs up out of his seat and walks right up to TJ and throws a right hand at him, landing square on his jaw.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings I’m tired of that. I am so fuckin’ sick of you bringing up Jacob EVERY time something doesn’t go right or somebody says something about hardship. Guess what TJ, you’re living a pretty good fuckin’ life. You get paid to travel the world, to entertain people, to be yourself. But when you’re here, at home, you’re a fuckin’ depressing bitch. That’s the only way I can put it.
Trey tries to pick his jaw up off the floor as he stares at Roger, who looks at him and points him to the door. Trey grabs his backpack and heads to the door and waits.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings For the last two years, you been a fuckin’ mess. I get it, Jacob was killed, taken WAAAY to early, but it’s been two years, you ain’t done a fuckin’ thing for your life. You got back to wrestling, great, but you still let this right here, this fucking house, this aura of depression attack you and keep you from succeeding. You let it force you into a position that you can’t win. Because of it, you feel you need to prove yourself every time you’re in the ring, and it’s exhausting to be your friend because when you’re great, you thank Jacob, give Jacob the credit. When you lose, you let Jacob down and you don’t want that to happen so you do everything you can to not let that happen. You had Julius, you had him several times and yes you got screwed but you know that some times, it just isn’t your night. There are forces that ain’t gonna let you go where you want, but you don’t believe that. You always just think, “Damn it, I fucked up, let Jacob down, gotta work harder and focus more and do better and be perfect.” TJ, you ain’t fucking perfect and you fucking know that. Look at when you tried to be in The Test For The Best back in June, you failed the first time and then went back even harder the second and failed again because you over-worked yourself. You beat Julius then got screwed and wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again and you spent all that time working for the Tap Out Championship and you ended up losing because you worked yourself into the thought that giving up and saving not only your career but your future health would be a disappointment of Jacob, despite how much effort and heart you put it in. Knowing that people would applaud you for the effort and the display of heart you showed in the match, you would think that Jacob would have been disappointed. Never was Jacob disappointed in you, when you went to jail, when many people were disappointed in you, he wasn’t. He was proud that you put that dirtbag in his place. He always looked up to you and tried to be like you because you were always fine with failure if it was given your best, knowing that it wasn’t your night. Now if you fail, it’s because you’re not good enough, when that is far from the truth. This match you have coming up, you’re good enough to win and face Sally and beat her, but one thing stands in your way, Jacob.
A tear hits TJ on the hand, the tear coming from the eyes of Roger.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings Look at me TJ, I love you. You’re my boy and I’ll always be there for you, just like I am now. I thought you were better than this, good enough to realize that you’re letting Jacob’s death cloud almost everything you do. You need to move on. You need to get past Jacob’s death and you need to-
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You want me to give up on my brother is what you’re saying then right? No fuck that.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings How the fuck are you giving up on him? HE’S DEAD! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! JACOB IS NO LONGER HERE WITH US! THERE IS NOTHING TO GIVE UP ON! THERE IS NO MORE BATTLING TO KEEP HIM HERE!
Trey opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it as Roger continues.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings There is only one battle and it’s the battle going on inside your heart because you know Jacob’s gone and he’s never coming back. You know he’s hearing me tell you all this, and you know “all this” is the truth, but inside of your heart, the one that’s taken you further in this business than you ever imagined, inside of it you don’t want this to be truth. Inside you just want this to be something that it will never be. You want Jacob to be here like it’s a prank we’ve played on you. You want Jacob to be alive and with his fiancée and his kids over every Sunday for dinner. You need to understand that that’s not ever going to be and you need to move on.
Roger goes into his bag and puts his handheld camera on the table.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings And until then, I’m done being around you, I have enough hormones at home with Lizzy about to give birth, I don’t need anymore from you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Raj…
Roger.“Raj”.Gings Nah.
Roger makes his way to the door, Trey already out of the house. Roger stops at the door and looks back at TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJAnd until you do move on, Jacob’s going to haunt you in whatever you try to do. Wrestling, romance, life. Until you give up on Jacob, you’ll never make it where you wanna go.
Roger exits the house, shutting the door behind him. Alone TJ begins to sob.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why J? Why did you have to be taken? Why?!
With his good leg, TJ breaks the table in front of him in half, almost crushing the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why can’t I just accept that you’re gone? That you were taken and there is nothing I can do about it. Why? The thought that I’d disappoint you comes from nothing. When you said, “Go and win the big one,” why did it turn my goal from winning one to winning one for you? I love you Jacob, but, I don’t think I can win one for you; I just got to win one, for us.
TJ pushes himself up off the couch and looks at the broken table in front of him. He leans over and grabs the camera and makes his way upstairs…
Six Hours Later…
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ok, it’s on, but why the hell is it not showing me? The red light’s on. It says its recording….I’m retarded.
We open the scene looking at the face of TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright too close, no one wants to see the Mt. Rushmore of snot.
The shot backs off as we see TJ standing on the roof of house. We see that TJ is holding the camera himself.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s better.
TJ takes a deep breath of the outside world and exhales.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I needed that. Some fresh air. Some much needed fresh air. The last couple, well, years haven’t exactly gone the way I wanted them to. It’s a story that you all, for the most part, know. My brother was killed, quit wrestling, got back and here I am. That’s the short version. Like all stories, it had an ending. It was an ending that I thought I knew. It was going to end with me standing tall with a world title for my fallen brother. That ending was the one I thought I wanted. It was the one that I thought was going to happen. For two years, I always thought that’s how it would end. I didn’t know where it would end or when, but that’s the how. And for a while I was alright with that. I was alright with not knowing when or where it would end.
TJ sits down on the beach chair on the top of his house and sets the camera on the ground facing up at him.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Notice I was alright, now, I’m not. It took Raj putting me in my place to figure it out. It took my two friends walking out on me, and it sucks that it took that to make me realize that that single thought has held me back for the last two years. That thought has stopped me from succeeding. It stopped me from reaching Test for the Best. It stopped me from capturing the Tap Out Championship, twice. I’ll give Julius Farquhar his credit he did everything he needed to make me quit. I should have quit and I thank the ref that called the match for me otherwise Julius was going to end my career and complicate my future health. When that chair was around my throat, I had only one thought and it was, “I can’t quit. If I do, I let down Jacob’s memory.” What memory that was, I couldn’t tell you. The Jacob I knew and loved and called my brother would have been proud that I had a chance to perform in front of millions half way across the world. Winning or losing wasn’t something Jacob cared about, all he wanted was for me to make people forget their troubles while I wrestled and that I was alright. To my brother, I wasn’t a wrestler, I was TJ, someone who made people feel better, and that’s something he was proud of.
TJ looks to the sky as he pauses.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s the moment I let down the memory of my brother. The moment when winning outweighed my own health. That’s the moment that forced Raj’s hand. A few hours ago, Raj went off, told me how it is and I needed it. If it wasn’t for the talk, I’d probably be sitting here talking about how I’m going to win this TLC match for my brother and then go to Christmas Chaos and beat Sally for the World Heavyweight Championship for my brother and how everything would be alright.
He grabs the camera and brings it back up to his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But that’s just the thing, everything wouldn’t be alright. I would be the World champ, but my brother would still be dead. It’s not something mystical, it’s a hunk of gold that represent the best that Asylum has to offer. And Asylum hasn’t been more challenging to represent. I mean, let’s look at the people who aren’t in this match, Sally Talfourd, the current World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash, a grand slam champion and current Suicidal Champion, Chris Strike, a well known man and one of the hottest free agents that just so happened to land in APW. Julius Farquhar the Tap Out Champion, the man who beat me at One Night In Hell. Johnny Knuckles who just a few months ago was challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship and almost beat Sally at Test for the Best, Anthony Bailey, the former World champ. Quite the set of names and those are the ones without a chance to headline Christmas Chaos against Sally. The names that do have that chance aside from me? Oh, just Yarmouth, Jair Hopkins, two men I have defeated in the past, Michael Callahan, who defeated me for a spot in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, Keaton Saint and Phil Atken, who, along with Michael Callahan, failed to capture the World title that now sits around the waist of Sally Talfourd, and newest member of the Asylum roster, Slade Craven. So where does that leave me? It leaves me looking at six other men to beat up a ladder to grab a contract for a World Heavyweight Championship shot at Christmas Chaos. How could things get worse?
He swings the camera to his right foot, which currently is in a walking boot.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ There’s a broken ankle I’m currently attached to. I’m currently a week out from the TLC match, I intend to be cleared by then, but even so, I walk in with the biggest target on me. Take my ankle out, take me out of the equation. Take me out of the equation, take out a big problem to any of the other six that I face come Sunday. Yarmouth, Jair, and Callahan all know what it’s like to get in the ring with me they know what is in store for them, or so they think.
He swings the camera back at himself.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, that story has a new ending, similar, but new. You see the story that starts with me losing my brother, sitting on my ass for two years, finally getting the desire to wrestle again and coming to APW. The story that continues with my first matches on Meltdown, my drafting to Asylum and my encounters with Julius Farquhar, it’s ending starts November Eleventh. There, a soul takes on an American Hero, an Unfortunate One, the Main Man, The Great, The Bad Ass Boom, and a Saint. There, I will take on Michael Callahan, Phil Atken, Slade Craven, Jair Hopkins, Yarmouth, and Keaton Saint. There I will be the one that makes his way up that ladder, fighting my way through chairs and tables to climb that ladder.
TJ stands up, still holding the camera where it is.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ After I climb that ladder and grab the contract giving me a shot at Sally for her World Title, I begin the ending of this story, which is no longer me holding the title for my brother, it’s me holding the title with my brother. Because no longer am I fighting for my brother, I fight with him by my side. No one in APW has stepped in the ring with that. Not Yarmouth, not Jair, not Callahan. Those three, along with Saint, Slade, and Atken all get the first showing, the first taste, of greatness in its newest form. The six of them get to see what the physical forms of their nightmares look with a shiny new paint job. They all get “THE SOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY” with some more SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUULLLLL, then previously seen.
TJ places the camera on the ledge of the roof and backs up.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I really hope the six of you are prepared for that. And thanks Raj. I need that.
TJ makes his way back down the fire escape as the scene fades to black.
We open the scene looking at the face of TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright too close, no one wants to see the Mt. Rushmore of snot.
The shot backs off as we see TJ standing on the roof of house. We see that TJ is holding the camera himself.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s better.
TJ takes a deep breath of the outside world and exhales.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I needed that. Some fresh air. Some much needed fresh air. The last couple, well, years haven’t exactly gone the way I wanted them to. It’s a story that you all, for the most part, know. My brother was killed, quit wrestling, got back and here I am. That’s the short version. Like all stories, it had an ending. It was an ending that I thought I knew. It was going to end with me standing tall with a world title for my fallen brother. That ending was the one I thought I wanted. It was the one that I thought was going to happen. For two years, I always thought that’s how it would end. I didn’t know where it would end or when, but that’s the how. And for a while I was alright with that. I was alright with not knowing when or where it would end.
TJ sits down on the beach chair on the top of his house and sets the camera on the ground facing up at him.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Notice I was alright, now, I’m not. It took Raj putting me in my place to figure it out. It took my two friends walking out on me, and it sucks that it took that to make me realize that that single thought has held me back for the last two years. That thought has stopped me from succeeding. It stopped me from reaching Test for the Best. It stopped me from capturing the Tap Out Championship, twice. I’ll give Julius Farquhar his credit he did everything he needed to make me quit. I should have quit and I thank the ref that called the match for me otherwise Julius was going to end my career and complicate my future health. When that chair was around my throat, I had only one thought and it was, “I can’t quit. If I do, I let down Jacob’s memory.” What memory that was, I couldn’t tell you. The Jacob I knew and loved and called my brother would have been proud that I had a chance to perform in front of millions half way across the world. Winning or losing wasn’t something Jacob cared about, all he wanted was for me to make people forget their troubles while I wrestled and that I was alright. To my brother, I wasn’t a wrestler, I was TJ, someone who made people feel better, and that’s something he was proud of.
TJ looks to the sky as he pauses.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s the moment I let down the memory of my brother. The moment when winning outweighed my own health. That’s the moment that forced Raj’s hand. A few hours ago, Raj went off, told me how it is and I needed it. If it wasn’t for the talk, I’d probably be sitting here talking about how I’m going to win this TLC match for my brother and then go to Christmas Chaos and beat Sally for the World Heavyweight Championship for my brother and how everything would be alright.
He grabs the camera and brings it back up to his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But that’s just the thing, everything wouldn’t be alright. I would be the World champ, but my brother would still be dead. It’s not something mystical, it’s a hunk of gold that represent the best that Asylum has to offer. And Asylum hasn’t been more challenging to represent. I mean, let’s look at the people who aren’t in this match, Sally Talfourd, the current World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash, a grand slam champion and current Suicidal Champion, Chris Strike, a well known man and one of the hottest free agents that just so happened to land in APW. Julius Farquhar the Tap Out Champion, the man who beat me at One Night In Hell. Johnny Knuckles who just a few months ago was challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship and almost beat Sally at Test for the Best, Anthony Bailey, the former World champ. Quite the set of names and those are the ones without a chance to headline Christmas Chaos against Sally. The names that do have that chance aside from me? Oh, just Yarmouth, Jair Hopkins, two men I have defeated in the past, Michael Callahan, who defeated me for a spot in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, Keaton Saint and Phil Atken, who, along with Michael Callahan, failed to capture the World title that now sits around the waist of Sally Talfourd, and newest member of the Asylum roster, Slade Craven. So where does that leave me? It leaves me looking at six other men to beat up a ladder to grab a contract for a World Heavyweight Championship shot at Christmas Chaos. How could things get worse?
He swings the camera to his right foot, which currently is in a walking boot.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ There’s a broken ankle I’m currently attached to. I’m currently a week out from the TLC match, I intend to be cleared by then, but even so, I walk in with the biggest target on me. Take my ankle out, take me out of the equation. Take me out of the equation, take out a big problem to any of the other six that I face come Sunday. Yarmouth, Jair, and Callahan all know what it’s like to get in the ring with me they know what is in store for them, or so they think.
He swings the camera back at himself.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, that story has a new ending, similar, but new. You see the story that starts with me losing my brother, sitting on my ass for two years, finally getting the desire to wrestle again and coming to APW. The story that continues with my first matches on Meltdown, my drafting to Asylum and my encounters with Julius Farquhar, it’s ending starts November Eleventh. There, a soul takes on an American Hero, an Unfortunate One, the Main Man, The Great, The Bad Ass Boom, and a Saint. There, I will take on Michael Callahan, Phil Atken, Slade Craven, Jair Hopkins, Yarmouth, and Keaton Saint. There I will be the one that makes his way up that ladder, fighting my way through chairs and tables to climb that ladder.
TJ stands up, still holding the camera where it is.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ After I climb that ladder and grab the contract giving me a shot at Sally for her World Title, I begin the ending of this story, which is no longer me holding the title for my brother, it’s me holding the title with my brother. Because no longer am I fighting for my brother, I fight with him by my side. No one in APW has stepped in the ring with that. Not Yarmouth, not Jair, not Callahan. Those three, along with Saint, Slade, and Atken all get the first showing, the first taste, of greatness in its newest form. The six of them get to see what the physical forms of their nightmares look with a shiny new paint job. They all get “THE SOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY” with some more SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUULLLLL, then previously seen.
TJ places the camera on the ledge of the roof and backs up.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I really hope the six of you are prepared for that. And thanks Raj. I need that.
TJ makes his way back down the fire escape as the scene fades to black.
