Post by The Soul Of Philly on Nov 24, 2012 21:47:01 GMT -4
Thursday, Novemeber 22nd, 11:49 PM
Prologue
Prologue
Charlie Brown and his Peanuts can have the Great Pumpkin. Jersey can have its devil. On this night, I wait for the Thanksgiving Beast.
We open the scene in a wooded area. The moonlight only illuminating the treetops, leaving the forest floor dark, but night vision helps see the scene. The sounds of cracking twigs and animals fill the air. We see a light moving towards us, closer and closer until…
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, thanks for meeting me, for the first time in years, I’m on the lookout for the Thanksgiving Beast.
“The Soul of Philly” TJ comes into view with what looks to be camo paint on his face, looking like he came off the set of a Rambo movie, he is shirtless with jeans on and a canteen on a strap across his chest.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Since I was a little boy, I was always told that following the last Thanksgiving in Philadelphia, a creature would awaken in William Penn’s forest. The legend goes that a creature the size of a bear would walk the woods looking for its feast. The creatue was not a bear as it flew to get around for it had no legs. People would say it was a turkey, but it wasn’t its cry was not turkey like, a low growl that ended with a loud whistle is what people who have claimed to see it have said what the cry was like.
TJ pauses and looks around the woods.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The legends continues that if the creature doesn’t find it’s feast by midnight, it will burrow back underground for another year, waiting for it. Now you’re probably asking yourself, “TJ, why the hell are you out in the middle of the woods only three days before an important Tap Out gauntlet seeding match against Yarmouth, and I’ll tell you why. You see, wrestling is filled with men who consider themselves beasts. I am one of them as is Yarmouth; we both talk about it and look at the proof: we’re very large men. I bigger than he, but both larger than the average man. The last time we faced off, well, I won because Yarmouth was out to prove that he was the bigger man, it’s been proven that he isn’t. So I during my preparation for this match, I wondered how he would look at this match. Would he think about trying to tap me out? Maybe, but it’s been proven that not even the Tap Out Champion could do that. Then I thought about trying to outpower me again and hopefully, he realizes that that wouldn’t be smart. The only option left besides not giving any effort was to out monster me. Be more ruthless, more savage. I figured that’s how he would approach the match, do everything in his being to hurt me. So I thought how would one prepare for a beast? Then Roger brought up this legend at dinner. And here I am.
A whistle is heard in the air which prompts TJ to smile. TJ waves the camera man to follow him.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And apparently so is the Thanksgiving Beast. You see, my preparations for this match happens right now. To best a beast in the ring, I make wrestle a beast in the woods. Plus, if I can get proof of this, I think a nice chunk of change is coming my way.
TJ puts his hand up in the air, stopping the cameraman. He turns to the camera and points to it and then points to something in the distance, it’s a deer.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, just a deer. Maybe I should go and try to make it my pet because that’s what people do. We pick up stray animals and make them our pets. Come on Yarmouth, didn’t your mom and pop tell ya better? You don’t just pick up random ass animals and take them home. Fleas, rabies, other shit. Come on man. I think the best part about you picking up your new pet is now you have someone to talk to that will listen to your ramble on and on about Stefan Raab.
TJ grabs the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Newsflash Yarmouth, I’m not Stefan Raab, I much, MUCH, more dangerous to your career and life than Raab. Look at me, I’m much, much, better than Raab. I don’t talk my shit over Twitter, I don’t bitch about other people getting shots that they deserve. I go out to the ring and fight. You know that, but you don’t seem to be aware who your opponent is this week. I’m not a short, fat, angry-at-the-world-because-I piss-on-my-own-balls-when-I-take-a-piss German. And that’s why you will fall, again, to me. Because you can’t keep your focus on what in front of you, not a couple feet in front, two inches from your face in front. Whether it’s looking back at what happened or what you can look forward to, you don’t pay attention to what is.
Another whistle is heard, this time from the south. TJ and the cameraman head they’re way over.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh man, it has to be there. Come on.
Again, TJ stops and directs the camera towards a direction; again, it’s a deer. TJ hangs his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thought it was going to be it. Back to you, Yarth. You see when we last face, you were too busy whining and crying about your girl leaving you and how you were going to destroy me because of it and that’s didn’t happen because you were too busy being on your period. Now? You’re going to destroy me because Raab sent ya a love letter. You’re going to use me as a statement right back at Raab. Here’s the thing, if you want to make a statement, you better choose the right material. You want to send a message to someone to stop fucking with you, you pick someone you can beat and beat them down worse than you normally would. You don’t decide to go fight the biggest dog in the yard to send a message because you clearly are not prepared for this dog. I’m no stray dog asking to be taken home and fed, I’m a wild dog that goes and gets my food.
TJ takes a drink of water from his canteen.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And I’m hungry for the Tap Out Championship. It’s my last chance, at least in my view. If I can’t get the title in my third try, I’m not going to be able to get it. I mean, I’ve beaten Jules twice, only one counting. Third time is the charm they say. But that’s Christmas Chaos, first is Asylum Sunday and Yarmouth. See, if I beat you Yarmouth, I get not only the chance to step in the ring with Jules once more, I get a match where the winner gets to enter into the gauntlet last, which is great. See, it’s not me, you Yarmouth, Julius, Slade, and Saint all in the match at once. It’s the lower seeds one on one and then after that is done, a new person comes in, one on one until someone is pinned. This is the kind of match that favors us big guys. We can’t handle a marathon in that ring; we’re 40 yard dash kind of guys. So if one of us were to be entered last, it may just be all she wrote for the match.
Another whistle is heard. TJ looks out to the source to the west and shakes his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We’ll get there. Look Yarmouth, that’s why this match between the two of us, it’s going to be me leaving the ring with my music playing, my arm in the air and my name being called. See, because when I beat you, I will be closer to last entrance. Anyone on any day can beat me, but I highly doubt anyone can beat me when they’re at about 60% of their normal energy and strength. If I win this match and the next, it almost certifies my win at Christmas Chaos. This match will also let Saint and Slade, two new comers to Asylum, know what they’re in. See, I know those two are very talented, much respected members of APW, so I want them to get a heads up what is coming at them at full speed.
TJ picks up his foot to shake his ankle.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It’s all healed up now boys. Well, 95% healed, but it might as be 100%. Rest assured by Christmas Chaos, it will be.
He puts his foot down, making a squishy sound. He looks down at his foot while he shines his flashlight on his foot.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Great, just great. Love stepping in…shit…? Shit. RUN!
TJ books it, showing his ankle’s health on film. TJ trips and gets ups with some help from the cameraman.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Come on, I just stepped in a deer, like a deer’s carcass. That means the beast is feasting, which means, it’s not going to burrow tonight.
A loud high pitched whistle comes from behind the camera and TJ’s eyes widen and he books it.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ FUCK OUTTA HERE I HAVE A WRESTLING MATCH SUNDAY! FUCK THIS SHIT! DAMN IT! I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS! RUN JUST KEEP RUNNING!
The cameraman runs after TJ, his camera up, looking at TJ. After a few moments of running, TJ is gone, nowhere to be seen. The cameraman does what he was told and keeps running and running and running. We see a parking lot and the cameraman continues to run to the parking lot before…
BOO!
From out of nowhere, Trey and Roger Gings both come out of from behind trees, scaring the cameraman to the forest floor. They all share a laugh while TJ comes walking up behind them.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So worth it. Come on man, I’ll help ya up.
TJ helps the camera man to his feet while Trey and Roger continue to laugh.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings You weren’t kidding, exactly what I needed before the kid.
Trey.Gings T, you out did yourself this time.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thanks guys. Hey you alright?
The camera shakes side to side.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Want a couple beers after this?
The camera shakes up and down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Cool, just need to finish this up. See what you just saw Yarmouth was a wild beast chase. It lead to nothing because there was nothing there to begin with. All made up, just like your wild chase to a victory this week. There is nothing that you can do to beat me. I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you. I’m smarter than you. I’m quicker than you. I’m more technically sound than you. Plain and simple while you talk about being a beast, I do it. I am a beast. I am the Thanksgiving Beast in the forest.
TJ looks over at Roger and Trey who make their way to the car.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I am greatness in its truest form. I am your nightmares, based on reality or fantasy, in their physical forms. I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY”. And you just aren’t. I really hope you have a dog sitter for the next couple days, because after I get through with you, you’re not going to be in any shape to care for Fella. Let’s go.
TJ waves the camera man over towards the car as the camera man gets in and they head their way to a bar as the scene fades.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, thanks for meeting me, for the first time in years, I’m on the lookout for the Thanksgiving Beast.
“The Soul of Philly” TJ comes into view with what looks to be camo paint on his face, looking like he came off the set of a Rambo movie, he is shirtless with jeans on and a canteen on a strap across his chest.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Since I was a little boy, I was always told that following the last Thanksgiving in Philadelphia, a creature would awaken in William Penn’s forest. The legend goes that a creature the size of a bear would walk the woods looking for its feast. The creatue was not a bear as it flew to get around for it had no legs. People would say it was a turkey, but it wasn’t its cry was not turkey like, a low growl that ended with a loud whistle is what people who have claimed to see it have said what the cry was like.
TJ pauses and looks around the woods.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The legends continues that if the creature doesn’t find it’s feast by midnight, it will burrow back underground for another year, waiting for it. Now you’re probably asking yourself, “TJ, why the hell are you out in the middle of the woods only three days before an important Tap Out gauntlet seeding match against Yarmouth, and I’ll tell you why. You see, wrestling is filled with men who consider themselves beasts. I am one of them as is Yarmouth; we both talk about it and look at the proof: we’re very large men. I bigger than he, but both larger than the average man. The last time we faced off, well, I won because Yarmouth was out to prove that he was the bigger man, it’s been proven that he isn’t. So I during my preparation for this match, I wondered how he would look at this match. Would he think about trying to tap me out? Maybe, but it’s been proven that not even the Tap Out Champion could do that. Then I thought about trying to outpower me again and hopefully, he realizes that that wouldn’t be smart. The only option left besides not giving any effort was to out monster me. Be more ruthless, more savage. I figured that’s how he would approach the match, do everything in his being to hurt me. So I thought how would one prepare for a beast? Then Roger brought up this legend at dinner. And here I am.
A whistle is heard in the air which prompts TJ to smile. TJ waves the camera man to follow him.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And apparently so is the Thanksgiving Beast. You see, my preparations for this match happens right now. To best a beast in the ring, I make wrestle a beast in the woods. Plus, if I can get proof of this, I think a nice chunk of change is coming my way.
TJ puts his hand up in the air, stopping the cameraman. He turns to the camera and points to it and then points to something in the distance, it’s a deer.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, just a deer. Maybe I should go and try to make it my pet because that’s what people do. We pick up stray animals and make them our pets. Come on Yarmouth, didn’t your mom and pop tell ya better? You don’t just pick up random ass animals and take them home. Fleas, rabies, other shit. Come on man. I think the best part about you picking up your new pet is now you have someone to talk to that will listen to your ramble on and on about Stefan Raab.
TJ grabs the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Newsflash Yarmouth, I’m not Stefan Raab, I much, MUCH, more dangerous to your career and life than Raab. Look at me, I’m much, much, better than Raab. I don’t talk my shit over Twitter, I don’t bitch about other people getting shots that they deserve. I go out to the ring and fight. You know that, but you don’t seem to be aware who your opponent is this week. I’m not a short, fat, angry-at-the-world-because-I piss-on-my-own-balls-when-I-take-a-piss German. And that’s why you will fall, again, to me. Because you can’t keep your focus on what in front of you, not a couple feet in front, two inches from your face in front. Whether it’s looking back at what happened or what you can look forward to, you don’t pay attention to what is.
Another whistle is heard, this time from the south. TJ and the cameraman head they’re way over.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh man, it has to be there. Come on.
Again, TJ stops and directs the camera towards a direction; again, it’s a deer. TJ hangs his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thought it was going to be it. Back to you, Yarth. You see when we last face, you were too busy whining and crying about your girl leaving you and how you were going to destroy me because of it and that’s didn’t happen because you were too busy being on your period. Now? You’re going to destroy me because Raab sent ya a love letter. You’re going to use me as a statement right back at Raab. Here’s the thing, if you want to make a statement, you better choose the right material. You want to send a message to someone to stop fucking with you, you pick someone you can beat and beat them down worse than you normally would. You don’t decide to go fight the biggest dog in the yard to send a message because you clearly are not prepared for this dog. I’m no stray dog asking to be taken home and fed, I’m a wild dog that goes and gets my food.
TJ takes a drink of water from his canteen.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And I’m hungry for the Tap Out Championship. It’s my last chance, at least in my view. If I can’t get the title in my third try, I’m not going to be able to get it. I mean, I’ve beaten Jules twice, only one counting. Third time is the charm they say. But that’s Christmas Chaos, first is Asylum Sunday and Yarmouth. See, if I beat you Yarmouth, I get not only the chance to step in the ring with Jules once more, I get a match where the winner gets to enter into the gauntlet last, which is great. See, it’s not me, you Yarmouth, Julius, Slade, and Saint all in the match at once. It’s the lower seeds one on one and then after that is done, a new person comes in, one on one until someone is pinned. This is the kind of match that favors us big guys. We can’t handle a marathon in that ring; we’re 40 yard dash kind of guys. So if one of us were to be entered last, it may just be all she wrote for the match.
Another whistle is heard. TJ looks out to the source to the west and shakes his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We’ll get there. Look Yarmouth, that’s why this match between the two of us, it’s going to be me leaving the ring with my music playing, my arm in the air and my name being called. See, because when I beat you, I will be closer to last entrance. Anyone on any day can beat me, but I highly doubt anyone can beat me when they’re at about 60% of their normal energy and strength. If I win this match and the next, it almost certifies my win at Christmas Chaos. This match will also let Saint and Slade, two new comers to Asylum, know what they’re in. See, I know those two are very talented, much respected members of APW, so I want them to get a heads up what is coming at them at full speed.
TJ picks up his foot to shake his ankle.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It’s all healed up now boys. Well, 95% healed, but it might as be 100%. Rest assured by Christmas Chaos, it will be.
He puts his foot down, making a squishy sound. He looks down at his foot while he shines his flashlight on his foot.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Great, just great. Love stepping in…shit…? Shit. RUN!
TJ books it, showing his ankle’s health on film. TJ trips and gets ups with some help from the cameraman.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Come on, I just stepped in a deer, like a deer’s carcass. That means the beast is feasting, which means, it’s not going to burrow tonight.
A loud high pitched whistle comes from behind the camera and TJ’s eyes widen and he books it.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ FUCK OUTTA HERE I HAVE A WRESTLING MATCH SUNDAY! FUCK THIS SHIT! DAMN IT! I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS! RUN JUST KEEP RUNNING!
The cameraman runs after TJ, his camera up, looking at TJ. After a few moments of running, TJ is gone, nowhere to be seen. The cameraman does what he was told and keeps running and running and running. We see a parking lot and the cameraman continues to run to the parking lot before…
BOO!
From out of nowhere, Trey and Roger Gings both come out of from behind trees, scaring the cameraman to the forest floor. They all share a laugh while TJ comes walking up behind them.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So worth it. Come on man, I’ll help ya up.
TJ helps the camera man to his feet while Trey and Roger continue to laugh.
Roger.“Raj”.Gings You weren’t kidding, exactly what I needed before the kid.
Trey.Gings T, you out did yourself this time.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thanks guys. Hey you alright?
The camera shakes side to side.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Want a couple beers after this?
The camera shakes up and down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Cool, just need to finish this up. See what you just saw Yarmouth was a wild beast chase. It lead to nothing because there was nothing there to begin with. All made up, just like your wild chase to a victory this week. There is nothing that you can do to beat me. I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you. I’m smarter than you. I’m quicker than you. I’m more technically sound than you. Plain and simple while you talk about being a beast, I do it. I am a beast. I am the Thanksgiving Beast in the forest.
TJ looks over at Roger and Trey who make their way to the car.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I am greatness in its truest form. I am your nightmares, based on reality or fantasy, in their physical forms. I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY”. And you just aren’t. I really hope you have a dog sitter for the next couple days, because after I get through with you, you’re not going to be in any shape to care for Fella. Let’s go.
TJ waves the camera man over towards the car as the camera man gets in and they head their way to a bar as the scene fades.
