Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(FADEIN: Joey Melton ULTATITLE backdrop.)
JOEY MELTON: Here I am, the Old Man and the Sea (of ****s up, cast offs, and irritants he inspired.) The ULTRATITLE the most prestigious and least awarded prize in wrestling other than Lindsay Troy’s ***** is back up for grabs.
And though I know I shouldn’t. Though my body says I can’t. Joey Melton will make his final ascent on history. It’s most of what I have now. History. Shadows of glories won years ago. And what’s the reward? The knowledge I’ve outlasted most of my peers? That I can’t let go?
The end is constant in life. Some ends in my career have opened doors for greater things, but I’m smart enough to understand it’s the last door which must be opened now. When Joey Melton steps into the ring to chase his third ULTRATITLE, it’ll be for the last time. Either I win my last match, or someone writes my last chapter, but this is it. It’d be a lie to say I’ve done everything, that there’s nothing else. What does it matter? We all perform until we can’t or someone tells us to stop. I never thought I’d live to be the age I am now. God knows as Mike Randalls and others can attest I did everything in my power not to.
I remember laying on that bathroom floor in Japan a breath from death, drugged and surrounded by a trail of fire that burned every bridge I had in this business. But I saw the next day. I wrote the next chapter. I made more careers, didn’t I Cameron? Adrian? That this Ends has never bothered me. I came from nothing. It’s all been a joke that I’ve ever had anything in life. But what I had first was beating 64 men for the greatest prize in our sport. When I first did it? Sure there was still a Soviet Union, but it was my title. And to keep it has been a bit of an obsession.
I nearly broke myself trying to ward off the anti-draw Michael Manson and Shane Southern the last time she was up for grabs. To be honest, I never thought I’d have another dance.
But here we are. The last door. The End. Who can ****ing stop me?
This is a business which we tell our true friends by the scars they’ve inflicted on us over time. And Eli Flair, to be sure, when I look in the mirror I see you everywhere.
You were a great one, kid. But there has always been greater talent surrounding you. You’ve had pity World title runs because, “Well Eli’s a gamer, and it’d be nice to show the world, even the dumb kids get rewarded for staying within the lines.” You’ve gone on talk radio and thrown the gauntlet down. I don’t get that. You’re ****ing manager’s always had more heat than you have, had a bigger legacy, yet you’re running your mouth like it’s your tournament to win.
You’re a prop Flair.
Such a dull one they brought in another Eliminator years ago because they ****ing forgot you were on the roster.
So you break Troy Windham’s fingers when your pity call is up, only it just ends up creating his legacy, doesn’t it?
You played second fiddle to Randalls and Hornet, and tried to get the vote for being anti-establishment. You’re a company man, you’re THE establishment Flair. And we all love you for it, but when you run your mouth you just open yourself to the idea of being exposed.
I think you’ve forgotten what greatness is.
So let’s do this in Round One.
I’ll even give you my #1 seeding. That’s’ right, the old man will be the #16 seed. Whatever it takes. You think you’re winning this….
Eli, don’t be afraid. I’ll let you get back to the recording studio so you do what you do best, you can surround yourself with more talented people, this time your wife, and say “honey that was great.”
You’re a magnet for being around better things. Which is good news for your daughter. She’s bound to be a champion in something.
I failed last time.
I won’t again.
Joey Melton walks off the ULTRATITLE champion for the third time.
FADEOUT.)
JOEY MELTON: Here I am, the Old Man and the Sea (of ****s up, cast offs, and irritants he inspired.) The ULTRATITLE the most prestigious and least awarded prize in wrestling other than Lindsay Troy’s ***** is back up for grabs.
And though I know I shouldn’t. Though my body says I can’t. Joey Melton will make his final ascent on history. It’s most of what I have now. History. Shadows of glories won years ago. And what’s the reward? The knowledge I’ve outlasted most of my peers? That I can’t let go?
The end is constant in life. Some ends in my career have opened doors for greater things, but I’m smart enough to understand it’s the last door which must be opened now. When Joey Melton steps into the ring to chase his third ULTRATITLE, it’ll be for the last time. Either I win my last match, or someone writes my last chapter, but this is it. It’d be a lie to say I’ve done everything, that there’s nothing else. What does it matter? We all perform until we can’t or someone tells us to stop. I never thought I’d live to be the age I am now. God knows as Mike Randalls and others can attest I did everything in my power not to.
I remember laying on that bathroom floor in Japan a breath from death, drugged and surrounded by a trail of fire that burned every bridge I had in this business. But I saw the next day. I wrote the next chapter. I made more careers, didn’t I Cameron? Adrian? That this Ends has never bothered me. I came from nothing. It’s all been a joke that I’ve ever had anything in life. But what I had first was beating 64 men for the greatest prize in our sport. When I first did it? Sure there was still a Soviet Union, but it was my title. And to keep it has been a bit of an obsession.
I nearly broke myself trying to ward off the anti-draw Michael Manson and Shane Southern the last time she was up for grabs. To be honest, I never thought I’d have another dance.
But here we are. The last door. The End. Who can ****ing stop me?
This is a business which we tell our true friends by the scars they’ve inflicted on us over time. And Eli Flair, to be sure, when I look in the mirror I see you everywhere.
You were a great one, kid. But there has always been greater talent surrounding you. You’ve had pity World title runs because, “Well Eli’s a gamer, and it’d be nice to show the world, even the dumb kids get rewarded for staying within the lines.” You’ve gone on talk radio and thrown the gauntlet down. I don’t get that. You’re ****ing manager’s always had more heat than you have, had a bigger legacy, yet you’re running your mouth like it’s your tournament to win.
You’re a prop Flair.
Such a dull one they brought in another Eliminator years ago because they ****ing forgot you were on the roster.
So you break Troy Windham’s fingers when your pity call is up, only it just ends up creating his legacy, doesn’t it?
You played second fiddle to Randalls and Hornet, and tried to get the vote for being anti-establishment. You’re a company man, you’re THE establishment Flair. And we all love you for it, but when you run your mouth you just open yourself to the idea of being exposed.
I think you’ve forgotten what greatness is.
So let’s do this in Round One.
I’ll even give you my #1 seeding. That’s’ right, the old man will be the #16 seed. Whatever it takes. You think you’re winning this….
Eli, don’t be afraid. I’ll let you get back to the recording studio so you do what you do best, you can surround yourself with more talented people, this time your wife, and say “honey that was great.”
You’re a magnet for being around better things. Which is good news for your daughter. She’s bound to be a champion in something.
I failed last time.
I won’t again.
Joey Melton walks off the ULTRATITLE champion for the third time.
FADEOUT.)