Post by The Soul Of Philly on Dec 22, 2012 0:52:28 GMT -4
Wednesday December 19th, 2012. 6:35 PM
We find ourselves in what looks to be a dining room with long table in the center, filled with good. The lights are dim, illuminating the room a bit, allowing us to see a giant ham with all the trimmings in the middle of the table. The lights slowly grow, lighting up the rest of the room and we find that, besides the tables and chairs, nothing else is in the room. In walks “The Soul of Philly” TJ in an ugly Christmas sweater and he sits opposite of the camera, at the head of the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Welcome to my Christmas dinner. You may say, “TJ, Christmas isn’t even for another week! Why are you having dinner now?” And I may say, “Hey, fool, I’m wrestling in Madison Square Garden, live on PPV, at Christmas Chaos two days before Christmas, that’s why.” Seeing how Christmas Chaos happens the twenty-third of December, I think, win or lose, I’m coming home sore and probably won’t be too energized to do much other than keep reminding myself that I’m the Tap Out Champion.
TJ chuckles as he grabs a napkin and puts it in his shirt.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, for me, Christmas Chaos, it will be a lot like my Christmas dinners growing up, I let everyone get what they want, and then I come in and close the door on anyone’s hope of getting seconds. I was a greedy kid, what can I say? I mean, if you grew like I grew, you’d be greedy too. Much like that dinner, I will let my opponents fight it out and get what they want, a win over the person they facing and then, when it’s my turn, it’s over. That’s it, every gets what they got, a win or two, an ass-whooping, or whatever it was they got, but when they go for seconds, in in this case, a title, they will find nothing at the table, only scraps. But, this is the season of giving, so in my taking, I shall give something to whoever it is that makes it to me. Let’s start with the new guy, William D. Williams Jr.
TJ gets up and walks into the kitchen next to the dining room. He comes back out with a platter covered with a silver dome. He places the platter down to the right of his seat and pulls the dome off the platter, revealing a lot of food as it rapidly flows over the end of the plate and onto the table, we see that the food had filled the dome as the food left marks on the dome. TJ puts the dome down and seats himself back at the head of the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, Mr. Williams will receive too much on his plate, not as literally as this, but physically, in that ring, he gonna have too much to handle and he’s not gonna be able to finish it. See, Mr. Williams, finds himself much like me, fast tracked from Meltdown onto Asylum and into the Tap Out title picture, and the kid, in my eyes, looks like he deserves it, and to me, that’s all that matters. But you see, the kid, he’s done some impressive things in his short time in APW, and I’ve taken notice, because if you don’t look in the rearview to see whose flying up behind you, they’ll pass you with no way of catching up. I’m sorry William, but you aren’t gonna pass me without a race.
TJ leans towards the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But, Mr. Williams, for all his success, hasn’t faced such a challenge as the ones he may face in this match. Sure he beat Yarmouth, but, to be fair to Yarmouth, he hasn’t exactly been on a roll as of late, and even his time on Meltdown wasn’t all that successful, but the reason he’s hear isn’t the results, it’s the effort. It’s the growth he’s shown. It’s the potential he’s got. He’s just started his career, he’s not ready for this, he may think he is, he may want to show everyone that he’s able to hang, and he may be, but being able to hang and winning, two different things. That’s why if he makes it to the end of the gauntlet, and looks me in the eyes, he’s gonna realized he reached for too much, he’s not ready for the plate in front of him. His eyes were bigger than his stomach and his pride was bigger than his talent. I respect pride, I respect drive, but all that won’t beat me. You need that “umph” that intangible to beat me, not many here have that and you can count those on two hands. The ones that don’t, you need more than your two hands and toes. William is gonna make it through the mashed potatoes, past the corn, past the veggies, but as soon as he gets to the main course, the ham, he’s gonna try all he can to eat it all, try to swallow the last bit but he will fail.
TJ looks down and is shocked and leans back quickly.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Elbows on the table, where are my manners.
He removes his elbows off the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ William’s you’ll have it, one day, but that day is not today, not tomorrow, not Christmas Chaos, but one day, you will. Try to handle what I throw at you, but not matter your hunger, you won’t be able to finish me off. Now, for Yarmouth.
TJ leaves again and comes back in with another platter. He places the platter opposite of the other platter. He takes the lid off and shows what looks like a hodgepodge of leftovers. TJ sits back down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yarmouth, I’m bringing you left overs because you’re only getting what you got the last two times we faced each other, an ass-kicking. We faced off a couple Asylums ago, and you lost. We faced off back in September, and you lost. I honestly don’t think you have it. You’re “big” and strong, but I said it before, I’m bigger and stronger. I’m better than you. You can talk about how you can beat me this time around, but the fact is, neither of our previous battles were close. It was clear, decisive that I’m better than you. I made you tap out. I pinned you. Oh I forgot something.
He leaves back into the kitchen and comes out with a cake of sorts. He puts it down next to the leftovers and sits back down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, I got you this too, it’s a German butter cake. Yes, it’s meant to represent Stefan Raab, see, much like a child is when dessert is around, you’re too pre-occupied fighting with Raab. You’re getting your fill of Raab and you won’t have enough room for what is actually the main course. See Yarmouth, you’ve been so worked up about Raab that you’ve lost and lost and lost. Focus on what is in front of your face brotha otherwise you’re gonna get your ass kicked, again.
TJ gets up once more, heads into the kitchen and grabs another lidded platter. He comes back into the dining room and puts the platter next to the left overs. He takes off the lid and reveals a piece of fruitcake. He smiles as he sits down at his seat, fixing his sweater as he sits.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Now, a fruitcake, obviously it has to be Julius right? A retread treat that almost seems like it’s not fresh anymore. A dish that everyone puts up with right? No, this is not the reasons I have brought out a fruitcake and no it’s not for Julius, it’s for my teammate, Keaton Saint. You see, Keaton, has long been the fruitcake of APW. Not in the, “Yo, the dude is a fruitcake with those shoes on” way. In the “Is the same cake from last year” way. You see, for a long time, Keaton was set in his place on Overdrive; he was an honorable, trusting, and reliable. But you see, that act got old real quick when he wasn’t advancing the ranks. He got shots at titles, tag titles, the Overdrive Title, he failed and people, well, they only saw him as good enough to win but not good enough to succeed.
TJ stands up, still looking at the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I disagree, I think he’s good enough to succeed, there’s a reason why Sally recruited him first above everyone else. Much like a fruitcake, Keaton is great. Dunno about tasty, I don’t know him like that. The funny thing is, people think because of one person’s opinion of him, that’s the truth. Keaton has the ability to not just win this match, but win any match. The problem is, at least to me, Keaton puts other’s opinion in his head and lets them affect him. He’s his own worst enemy, much like how the fruitcake is its worst enemy. It’s a cake, with fruit in it. Keaton is a wrestler with doubt in him. Doubt that maybe everyone is right about him and instead of worrying about the match, he’s worry about the reaction afterward, win or lose. Keaton, you’re my teammate on any other night, any other day, in any other match, but Sunday, you will be my opponent, I don’t hold back on my opponent and that will stay the same for you. And now, the main dish.
TJ enters the kitchen and comes back out with the fourth and last platter. He puts it across from the fruitcake and takes the silver dome off the platter, revealing a frankenbird of turkey, chicken, and duck. He tastes it and smiles.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s good.
He sits back down at the head of the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, Julius, what he’s getting at Christmas Chaos, is turducken, basically it’s chicken shoved in a duck shoved in a turkey for those of you who don’t know how to eat food. See, it’s heaven, so much food, it’s quite the meal. Three birds in one. On Sunday, I deliver the turducken of beatings to Julius. See, if he runs the gauntlet, it’ll be me and him, one last time. And honestly, how else would I want to end 2012? My entire time in APW, it’s been tied to Julius.
He wipes the his mouth with the napkin.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, Julius, since I beat him in Vegas, has cheated me out of a fair fight, has attempted to destroy my pride, and attempted to embarrass me. He’s broken my ankle twice, he’s blindsided me week after week, show after show, just to prove his superiority over me, and you know what, it worked. He beat me at One Night in Hell because I couldn’t say that he was better than me on that night, but he was. He was better than me and my pride came before my fall. Since that fall, I have gotten up, I’ve stood tall and I’ve made my march back to the top. I hope Julius makes it to the end so I can give him that turducken beating. First, I’m going to bust him up. I’m going to give him the beating that he got at Shockwave, the beating he got in Vegas, the beating he got at One Night in Hell all in one. Then I’m gonna embarrass him. I’m gonna make him look like a bumbling British fool while he begs for mercy. I’ll force him to say I quit. I’ll force him to beg that I don’t break him. Then I’m going to break him and beat him. And in doing so, I’m going to take his title off of him, and take the title I should have had back in July.
He wipes his nose and snorts.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s the turducken I’m gonna give him. A beating, embarrassment, and defeat. All three shoved into one thing. Hell, that’s what you’re all gonna get, William, Yarmouth, Keaton, and Jules, all of you are getting that. Because you see, no matter who it is that runs the gauntlet to the end, runs the gauntlet to me, that’s it. It’s over. Congratulations, you made runner up because I guarantee that whoever you are, whether you enter as the rookie, the champ, the vet, or the bad ass, you’ll leave the night as the runner up. Second place. I’m leaving as the champ. I’m leaving the winner.
Again, he leans on the table, this time though, he leans with his hands rather his elbows.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I sit at the end of the table, I’m the end of the road. Out of five warriors, I’m fifth. Yarmouth and Julius, then Williams, then Saint, the order before me. Do I have my thoughts of who it will be that ends the gauntlet against me? Yea, but who I think will make it and who will actually make it, two different things with one thing is common, the common bond being the irrelevance of both. Because whoever makes it to me, will not get past me. No matter who runs the gauntlet to me, it will not change the fact that I run the gauntlet. My gauntlet, my world. My world, my rules.
He backs off the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So let them come, let them bring whatever they have left. It’s not going to matter because I am greatness in its truest form. I am your nightmares in their physical forms. May it be the rookie wall, a fat German, public perception, or just me. I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY”. And come Christmas morning, I will be APW’s Tap Out Champion.
TJ starts to grab the food in front of him and begins to eat it as the scene fades to black.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Welcome to my Christmas dinner. You may say, “TJ, Christmas isn’t even for another week! Why are you having dinner now?” And I may say, “Hey, fool, I’m wrestling in Madison Square Garden, live on PPV, at Christmas Chaos two days before Christmas, that’s why.” Seeing how Christmas Chaos happens the twenty-third of December, I think, win or lose, I’m coming home sore and probably won’t be too energized to do much other than keep reminding myself that I’m the Tap Out Champion.
TJ chuckles as he grabs a napkin and puts it in his shirt.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, for me, Christmas Chaos, it will be a lot like my Christmas dinners growing up, I let everyone get what they want, and then I come in and close the door on anyone’s hope of getting seconds. I was a greedy kid, what can I say? I mean, if you grew like I grew, you’d be greedy too. Much like that dinner, I will let my opponents fight it out and get what they want, a win over the person they facing and then, when it’s my turn, it’s over. That’s it, every gets what they got, a win or two, an ass-whooping, or whatever it was they got, but when they go for seconds, in in this case, a title, they will find nothing at the table, only scraps. But, this is the season of giving, so in my taking, I shall give something to whoever it is that makes it to me. Let’s start with the new guy, William D. Williams Jr.
TJ gets up and walks into the kitchen next to the dining room. He comes back out with a platter covered with a silver dome. He places the platter down to the right of his seat and pulls the dome off the platter, revealing a lot of food as it rapidly flows over the end of the plate and onto the table, we see that the food had filled the dome as the food left marks on the dome. TJ puts the dome down and seats himself back at the head of the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, Mr. Williams will receive too much on his plate, not as literally as this, but physically, in that ring, he gonna have too much to handle and he’s not gonna be able to finish it. See, Mr. Williams, finds himself much like me, fast tracked from Meltdown onto Asylum and into the Tap Out title picture, and the kid, in my eyes, looks like he deserves it, and to me, that’s all that matters. But you see, the kid, he’s done some impressive things in his short time in APW, and I’ve taken notice, because if you don’t look in the rearview to see whose flying up behind you, they’ll pass you with no way of catching up. I’m sorry William, but you aren’t gonna pass me without a race.
TJ leans towards the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But, Mr. Williams, for all his success, hasn’t faced such a challenge as the ones he may face in this match. Sure he beat Yarmouth, but, to be fair to Yarmouth, he hasn’t exactly been on a roll as of late, and even his time on Meltdown wasn’t all that successful, but the reason he’s hear isn’t the results, it’s the effort. It’s the growth he’s shown. It’s the potential he’s got. He’s just started his career, he’s not ready for this, he may think he is, he may want to show everyone that he’s able to hang, and he may be, but being able to hang and winning, two different things. That’s why if he makes it to the end of the gauntlet, and looks me in the eyes, he’s gonna realized he reached for too much, he’s not ready for the plate in front of him. His eyes were bigger than his stomach and his pride was bigger than his talent. I respect pride, I respect drive, but all that won’t beat me. You need that “umph” that intangible to beat me, not many here have that and you can count those on two hands. The ones that don’t, you need more than your two hands and toes. William is gonna make it through the mashed potatoes, past the corn, past the veggies, but as soon as he gets to the main course, the ham, he’s gonna try all he can to eat it all, try to swallow the last bit but he will fail.
TJ looks down and is shocked and leans back quickly.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Elbows on the table, where are my manners.
He removes his elbows off the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ William’s you’ll have it, one day, but that day is not today, not tomorrow, not Christmas Chaos, but one day, you will. Try to handle what I throw at you, but not matter your hunger, you won’t be able to finish me off. Now, for Yarmouth.
TJ leaves again and comes back in with another platter. He places the platter opposite of the other platter. He takes the lid off and shows what looks like a hodgepodge of leftovers. TJ sits back down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yarmouth, I’m bringing you left overs because you’re only getting what you got the last two times we faced each other, an ass-kicking. We faced off a couple Asylums ago, and you lost. We faced off back in September, and you lost. I honestly don’t think you have it. You’re “big” and strong, but I said it before, I’m bigger and stronger. I’m better than you. You can talk about how you can beat me this time around, but the fact is, neither of our previous battles were close. It was clear, decisive that I’m better than you. I made you tap out. I pinned you. Oh I forgot something.
He leaves back into the kitchen and comes out with a cake of sorts. He puts it down next to the leftovers and sits back down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, I got you this too, it’s a German butter cake. Yes, it’s meant to represent Stefan Raab, see, much like a child is when dessert is around, you’re too pre-occupied fighting with Raab. You’re getting your fill of Raab and you won’t have enough room for what is actually the main course. See Yarmouth, you’ve been so worked up about Raab that you’ve lost and lost and lost. Focus on what is in front of your face brotha otherwise you’re gonna get your ass kicked, again.
TJ gets up once more, heads into the kitchen and grabs another lidded platter. He comes back into the dining room and puts the platter next to the left overs. He takes off the lid and reveals a piece of fruitcake. He smiles as he sits down at his seat, fixing his sweater as he sits.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Now, a fruitcake, obviously it has to be Julius right? A retread treat that almost seems like it’s not fresh anymore. A dish that everyone puts up with right? No, this is not the reasons I have brought out a fruitcake and no it’s not for Julius, it’s for my teammate, Keaton Saint. You see, Keaton, has long been the fruitcake of APW. Not in the, “Yo, the dude is a fruitcake with those shoes on” way. In the “Is the same cake from last year” way. You see, for a long time, Keaton was set in his place on Overdrive; he was an honorable, trusting, and reliable. But you see, that act got old real quick when he wasn’t advancing the ranks. He got shots at titles, tag titles, the Overdrive Title, he failed and people, well, they only saw him as good enough to win but not good enough to succeed.
TJ stands up, still looking at the camera.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I disagree, I think he’s good enough to succeed, there’s a reason why Sally recruited him first above everyone else. Much like a fruitcake, Keaton is great. Dunno about tasty, I don’t know him like that. The funny thing is, people think because of one person’s opinion of him, that’s the truth. Keaton has the ability to not just win this match, but win any match. The problem is, at least to me, Keaton puts other’s opinion in his head and lets them affect him. He’s his own worst enemy, much like how the fruitcake is its worst enemy. It’s a cake, with fruit in it. Keaton is a wrestler with doubt in him. Doubt that maybe everyone is right about him and instead of worrying about the match, he’s worry about the reaction afterward, win or lose. Keaton, you’re my teammate on any other night, any other day, in any other match, but Sunday, you will be my opponent, I don’t hold back on my opponent and that will stay the same for you. And now, the main dish.
TJ enters the kitchen and comes back out with the fourth and last platter. He puts it across from the fruitcake and takes the silver dome off the platter, revealing a frankenbird of turkey, chicken, and duck. He tastes it and smiles.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s good.
He sits back down at the head of the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, Julius, what he’s getting at Christmas Chaos, is turducken, basically it’s chicken shoved in a duck shoved in a turkey for those of you who don’t know how to eat food. See, it’s heaven, so much food, it’s quite the meal. Three birds in one. On Sunday, I deliver the turducken of beatings to Julius. See, if he runs the gauntlet, it’ll be me and him, one last time. And honestly, how else would I want to end 2012? My entire time in APW, it’s been tied to Julius.
He wipes the his mouth with the napkin.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, Julius, since I beat him in Vegas, has cheated me out of a fair fight, has attempted to destroy my pride, and attempted to embarrass me. He’s broken my ankle twice, he’s blindsided me week after week, show after show, just to prove his superiority over me, and you know what, it worked. He beat me at One Night in Hell because I couldn’t say that he was better than me on that night, but he was. He was better than me and my pride came before my fall. Since that fall, I have gotten up, I’ve stood tall and I’ve made my march back to the top. I hope Julius makes it to the end so I can give him that turducken beating. First, I’m going to bust him up. I’m going to give him the beating that he got at Shockwave, the beating he got in Vegas, the beating he got at One Night in Hell all in one. Then I’m gonna embarrass him. I’m gonna make him look like a bumbling British fool while he begs for mercy. I’ll force him to say I quit. I’ll force him to beg that I don’t break him. Then I’m going to break him and beat him. And in doing so, I’m going to take his title off of him, and take the title I should have had back in July.
He wipes his nose and snorts.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s the turducken I’m gonna give him. A beating, embarrassment, and defeat. All three shoved into one thing. Hell, that’s what you’re all gonna get, William, Yarmouth, Keaton, and Jules, all of you are getting that. Because you see, no matter who it is that runs the gauntlet to the end, runs the gauntlet to me, that’s it. It’s over. Congratulations, you made runner up because I guarantee that whoever you are, whether you enter as the rookie, the champ, the vet, or the bad ass, you’ll leave the night as the runner up. Second place. I’m leaving as the champ. I’m leaving the winner.
Again, he leans on the table, this time though, he leans with his hands rather his elbows.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I sit at the end of the table, I’m the end of the road. Out of five warriors, I’m fifth. Yarmouth and Julius, then Williams, then Saint, the order before me. Do I have my thoughts of who it will be that ends the gauntlet against me? Yea, but who I think will make it and who will actually make it, two different things with one thing is common, the common bond being the irrelevance of both. Because whoever makes it to me, will not get past me. No matter who runs the gauntlet to me, it will not change the fact that I run the gauntlet. My gauntlet, my world. My world, my rules.
He backs off the table.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So let them come, let them bring whatever they have left. It’s not going to matter because I am greatness in its truest form. I am your nightmares in their physical forms. May it be the rookie wall, a fat German, public perception, or just me. I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY”. And come Christmas morning, I will be APW’s Tap Out Champion.
TJ starts to grab the food in front of him and begins to eat it as the scene fades to black.
