Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(Mark Windham sits in the backseat of a stretch limo. His hair pulled back, and a T-shirt with the words "Ghost Of Christmas Past" with Tom Alder's head front and center in plain view. Windham pours himself a bottled water on the rocks, and sips smoothly before smirking into camera.)
You're a pawn Adler. That's what I love about you. You're either completely willing to be moved around at will, or you're the most naive SOB I've ever met. I'll be a bit disappointed to learn eitherway.
I could let my bruises testify, or be equally as clever and roll more footage, but I imagine we'll be seeing "The Return" in prepackaged bits anytime your cash flow gets a little slow.
We'll call it even.
You're right Tom. I can't possibly beat you. I'm thrilled I even came close. I thought about dropping the shirt and flexing to intimidate you, or pulling a classic Troy and quoting Jack Palance from the '91 Oscar show.
"I've crapped bigger than you."
But with a war going on, we're all supposed to fall in line and repress our true feelings. So be it.
You're aiming to be the man to save the CSWA? That's currently my gig Tom, but if you're pining to take the ball and run with it, at PRIMETIME I'll be more than happy to hand off.
The truth is your own world stopped revolving around you five years ago. It's fun though, watching you struggle to stay in peak condition. Hearing the new guys in the locker room get a kick out of accidentally seeing you under a stairwell at a Holiday Inn Express plotting to overtake the World. You've got nothing left Alder. You're simply an example now. Good or bad, depending on how high the rookies want to reach.
Bar the door Katie, Good ol' Tom Adler quietly has himself in position to win the title again, and 'save us' from misguided intentions that might have done us wrong.
Good for you.
For the rooks Tom, for the kids too young to remember you were over five years ago I'll go the distance.
A near fall?
How many? One, two?
Don't worry, I won't forget to sell the back, or limb of choice you feel so inclined to work that day.
I'm more than happy to take the last five years back. Because somewhere there was a kid downing a creatine shake as he watched the <> Cutters work my ass over. And he blew his load.
For the kids Tom.
Isn't that what we tell them at paid appearances?
"Don't be me. Strive to be better than me."
A near fall it is. At PRIMETIME you'll come close, before you realize Merritt and I moved you again.
You're a pawn Adler. That's what I love about you. You're either completely willing to be moved around at will, or you're the most naive SOB I've ever met. I'll be a bit disappointed to learn eitherway.
I could let my bruises testify, or be equally as clever and roll more footage, but I imagine we'll be seeing "The Return" in prepackaged bits anytime your cash flow gets a little slow.
We'll call it even.
You're right Tom. I can't possibly beat you. I'm thrilled I even came close. I thought about dropping the shirt and flexing to intimidate you, or pulling a classic Troy and quoting Jack Palance from the '91 Oscar show.
"I've crapped bigger than you."
But with a war going on, we're all supposed to fall in line and repress our true feelings. So be it.
You're aiming to be the man to save the CSWA? That's currently my gig Tom, but if you're pining to take the ball and run with it, at PRIMETIME I'll be more than happy to hand off.
The truth is your own world stopped revolving around you five years ago. It's fun though, watching you struggle to stay in peak condition. Hearing the new guys in the locker room get a kick out of accidentally seeing you under a stairwell at a Holiday Inn Express plotting to overtake the World. You've got nothing left Alder. You're simply an example now. Good or bad, depending on how high the rookies want to reach.
Bar the door Katie, Good ol' Tom Adler quietly has himself in position to win the title again, and 'save us' from misguided intentions that might have done us wrong.
Good for you.
For the rooks Tom, for the kids too young to remember you were over five years ago I'll go the distance.
A near fall?
How many? One, two?
Don't worry, I won't forget to sell the back, or limb of choice you feel so inclined to work that day.
I'm more than happy to take the last five years back. Because somewhere there was a kid downing a creatine shake as he watched the <> Cutters work my ass over. And he blew his load.
For the kids Tom.
Isn't that what we tell them at paid appearances?
"Don't be me. Strive to be better than me."
A near fall it is. At PRIMETIME you'll come close, before you realize Merritt and I moved you again.