GreggG
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(CUT TO: Troy. Playground.)
TROY: Respect.
It's a word that has never meant that much to me.
It's a word that has mean everything to me.
I came into this sport as a quiet, soft-spoken young man waiting for his chance to shine. When I saw I wasn't getting it, I decided to go out on my own, do things my way, and take what was his.
I bragged. I boasted. I cancelled wrestling matches because I was busy doing the nasty with a local Girl Scout troop. I no-showed title shots because there were two-for-one shot nights at the local strip club... and there were two-on-ones afterwards.
My critics told me that if I had any respect for this sport, my opponents, its fans... I would be the greatest of all time.
I disrespected this sport. I used this sport to gain something I always coveted-- fame, fortune and money.
But a funny thing happened to me.
Three men I never liked unified forces. They wanted to take over this league. They wanted to run this league and destroy it from within.
I, of all people, decided to fight them.
Why, you ask?
Because this league always could have been *MY* league. Troy Windham, King of All Media, King of the Slackers, Gen-X Hero... could have controlled this league his entire career.
And when I saw three people trying to take what was mine, I decided to fight for it. It became a war.
Me and Eli. Eli and Troy. Two old rivals, going at it again.
Eli-- after spending an entire career disrespecting everyone and everything, you almost did what I said could not be done.
You ravaged my neck. You broke my fingers. You put screws into my wrist.
You almost destroyed Troy Windham.
I finally decided to fight for what was rightfully mine. The title of being the CSWA's top dog. CSWA World Champion. The Greatest of All Time.
I would not quit this fight. Along the way, I almost lost my career.
Eli Flair-- you almost took away the one thing I always knew would be mine.
I could have quit, Flair. I could have walked away, knowing I went out with a fight-- knowing that I went out by not quitting. By proving everyone wrong.
Only, more people came back to take what is mine. More people came back to destroy this league, to try and take down something that *I* built.
You don't want to get involved. You don't want Angel hurt. You don't want your child hurt.
And now you want to talk about respect?
Eli Flair, I know that you're my equal in the ring. I know that you've done things to me that would kill most men.
What does that make me?
Better than most men.
But respect you?
If there's one thing I've learned, to fight for what you believe in, you get hurt.
Eli Flair doesn't want to get hurt.
What does he believe in?
Not the word respect.
(FTB)
TROY: Respect.
It's a word that has never meant that much to me.
It's a word that has mean everything to me.
I came into this sport as a quiet, soft-spoken young man waiting for his chance to shine. When I saw I wasn't getting it, I decided to go out on my own, do things my way, and take what was his.
I bragged. I boasted. I cancelled wrestling matches because I was busy doing the nasty with a local Girl Scout troop. I no-showed title shots because there were two-for-one shot nights at the local strip club... and there were two-on-ones afterwards.
My critics told me that if I had any respect for this sport, my opponents, its fans... I would be the greatest of all time.
I disrespected this sport. I used this sport to gain something I always coveted-- fame, fortune and money.
But a funny thing happened to me.
Three men I never liked unified forces. They wanted to take over this league. They wanted to run this league and destroy it from within.
I, of all people, decided to fight them.
Why, you ask?
Because this league always could have been *MY* league. Troy Windham, King of All Media, King of the Slackers, Gen-X Hero... could have controlled this league his entire career.
And when I saw three people trying to take what was mine, I decided to fight for it. It became a war.
Me and Eli. Eli and Troy. Two old rivals, going at it again.
Eli-- after spending an entire career disrespecting everyone and everything, you almost did what I said could not be done.
You ravaged my neck. You broke my fingers. You put screws into my wrist.
You almost destroyed Troy Windham.
I finally decided to fight for what was rightfully mine. The title of being the CSWA's top dog. CSWA World Champion. The Greatest of All Time.
I would not quit this fight. Along the way, I almost lost my career.
Eli Flair-- you almost took away the one thing I always knew would be mine.
I could have quit, Flair. I could have walked away, knowing I went out with a fight-- knowing that I went out by not quitting. By proving everyone wrong.
Only, more people came back to take what is mine. More people came back to destroy this league, to try and take down something that *I* built.
You don't want to get involved. You don't want Angel hurt. You don't want your child hurt.
And now you want to talk about respect?
Eli Flair, I know that you're my equal in the ring. I know that you've done things to me that would kill most men.
What does that make me?
Better than most men.
But respect you?
If there's one thing I've learned, to fight for what you believe in, you get hurt.
Eli Flair doesn't want to get hurt.
What does he believe in?
Not the word respect.
(FTB)