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(CUT TO: A hospital room. Troy Windham sits on the cot, IV in his arm. Bandages on his forehead and chest and shoulders. Neck in a brace. Sitting on his lap is the CSWA Unified Title. The camera zooms in on the brass nameplate wh title then up to Troy's smiling but injured face. The brass nameplate still glistens SHANE SOUTHERN.)
TROY: THIS... THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT! THIS... IS WHAT WE ALL ARE IN THIS SPORT FOR. It doesn't matter WHO you are. You could be some rookie in some promotion in front of 18 people in rural Arkansas. Or you could be a main eventer in a sold out arena in Tokyo, Japan. But this piece of gold... THE TOP TITLE IN THE PROMOTION WHICH MADE THIS INDUSTRY WHAT IT IS TODAY... is what each and every one of you WANTS TO HAVE... but you can't... because it BELONGS... TO THE KING!
(The Shane Southern nameplate starts to get unscrewed until it falls off. The camera pans out. Troy has Shane's nameplate, looks at it... and then tosses it into a garbage can by the side of his bed, sneering the entire way.)
And this moment right here... the moment when you realize that YOU are the best in the world... this is better than multiple orgasms. This is better than your first time having sex with a porn star. This is better than intentionally wrecking your sports car because you can get another one the next day. This is better than not quitting against Eli Flair. Against getting your hand raised against The ClaimStakers. THIS RIGHT HERE... is the best feeling a man can have.
(Troy reaches to his side and picks up his nameplate. He begins to screw it on The Big Gold. It fits, he takes his hand away. The camera zooms in... slowly... so the brass nameplate now spells out in KISS 70's Metal style lettering... E-P-I-T-O-M-E... with the lights start BLINKING like a concert backdrop)
Now, at Anniversary, I did waht you the nay sayers said I couldn't and wouldn't do. I MADE A GUARANTEE. A guarantee I BACKED UP IN THE RING. After the 45 most grueling minutes of my life... I pinned Dan Ryan's shoulders to the mat. Ryan, my man. What I said about you last night... I meant it. This between us... this isn't over. No. FAR FROM IT. Because, Ryan, I know and you know that match could have gone the other way. I... was the better man... LAST NIGHT. I proved I was the greatest wrestler in this sport... LAST NIGHT. Dan Ryan, you showed the world at A17 that you are among the ELITE in this sport. Today, yesterday and tomorrow. Dan Ryan, that's why you're still in my targets. Because, Dan Ryan, I am going to PROVE TO THE WORLD... and to YOU... that while you're good... while you're great... that I'm THE BEST. And not just for one night. BUT FOR EVERY NIGHT.
(Troy holds up the title.)
And that brings me to you, BROTHER. Mark Windham, I called you out last night half-expecting you to cheap shot me, to cut me down. No more bygones, Mark. No more sentimental music videos. No more wishing things could be different. Mark Windham, my brother, what you did... what you did wasn't just a heinous sneak attack which messed up my neck. Which gave me a concussion. Took me off my A-Game in my OTHER match this week out West. But, brother, what you did was something else. You proved to the world something I said a long time ago.
(Troy rips off his neck brace and starts to flex his neck.)
I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE.
(Troy now pulls out the IV.)
People have hit me with hockey sticks, chokeslammed me through cages, put me through tables lit on fire, broken my neck, broken my wrist, broken my fingers, attacked my family members... Mark, you just joined the list. Hitting me with own move, my head wedged between a chair? Piledriving my broken ass through a table?
Guess what, Mark?
You just joined the elite list of EVERY WRESTLER EVER... who did something to rid this sport of me... only to find... THEY COULDN'T GET THE JOB DONE. Because NO ONE CAN.
Mark Windham... this goes for you. No... F THAT. This goes for EVERYONE. Ryan. Hornet. Randalls Southern. Jacobs. Radder. Muffin Man. ANYONE WATCHING ME RIGHT NOW.
I would tell you to come and bring it... but I'm coming for you FIRST.
(Troy now sits up and flops out of bed and holds the title in his arms.)
BECAUSE I AM TROY WINDHAM.
BECAUSE I AM THE CSWA UNIFIED CHAMPION.
(Troy now puts the belt around his waist -- hospital scrubs still on.)
BECAUSE I AM TROY WINDHAM.
BECAUSE I AM THE BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD TODAY.
(Troy reaches back and SNAPS the title on his waist.)
BECAUSE I AM TROY WINDHAM.
BECUASE I AM... YOUR KING!
(Troy walks off, strutting. A nurse walks in muttering about how "this patient wasn't supposed to discharge.)
TROY: THIS... THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT! THIS... IS WHAT WE ALL ARE IN THIS SPORT FOR. It doesn't matter WHO you are. You could be some rookie in some promotion in front of 18 people in rural Arkansas. Or you could be a main eventer in a sold out arena in Tokyo, Japan. But this piece of gold... THE TOP TITLE IN THE PROMOTION WHICH MADE THIS INDUSTRY WHAT IT IS TODAY... is what each and every one of you WANTS TO HAVE... but you can't... because it BELONGS... TO THE KING!
(The Shane Southern nameplate starts to get unscrewed until it falls off. The camera pans out. Troy has Shane's nameplate, looks at it... and then tosses it into a garbage can by the side of his bed, sneering the entire way.)
And this moment right here... the moment when you realize that YOU are the best in the world... this is better than multiple orgasms. This is better than your first time having sex with a porn star. This is better than intentionally wrecking your sports car because you can get another one the next day. This is better than not quitting against Eli Flair. Against getting your hand raised against The ClaimStakers. THIS RIGHT HERE... is the best feeling a man can have.
(Troy reaches to his side and picks up his nameplate. He begins to screw it on The Big Gold. It fits, he takes his hand away. The camera zooms in... slowly... so the brass nameplate now spells out in KISS 70's Metal style lettering... E-P-I-T-O-M-E... with the lights start BLINKING like a concert backdrop)
Now, at Anniversary, I did waht you the nay sayers said I couldn't and wouldn't do. I MADE A GUARANTEE. A guarantee I BACKED UP IN THE RING. After the 45 most grueling minutes of my life... I pinned Dan Ryan's shoulders to the mat. Ryan, my man. What I said about you last night... I meant it. This between us... this isn't over. No. FAR FROM IT. Because, Ryan, I know and you know that match could have gone the other way. I... was the better man... LAST NIGHT. I proved I was the greatest wrestler in this sport... LAST NIGHT. Dan Ryan, you showed the world at A17 that you are among the ELITE in this sport. Today, yesterday and tomorrow. Dan Ryan, that's why you're still in my targets. Because, Dan Ryan, I am going to PROVE TO THE WORLD... and to YOU... that while you're good... while you're great... that I'm THE BEST. And not just for one night. BUT FOR EVERY NIGHT.
(Troy holds up the title.)
And that brings me to you, BROTHER. Mark Windham, I called you out last night half-expecting you to cheap shot me, to cut me down. No more bygones, Mark. No more sentimental music videos. No more wishing things could be different. Mark Windham, my brother, what you did... what you did wasn't just a heinous sneak attack which messed up my neck. Which gave me a concussion. Took me off my A-Game in my OTHER match this week out West. But, brother, what you did was something else. You proved to the world something I said a long time ago.
(Troy rips off his neck brace and starts to flex his neck.)
I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE.
(Troy now pulls out the IV.)
People have hit me with hockey sticks, chokeslammed me through cages, put me through tables lit on fire, broken my neck, broken my wrist, broken my fingers, attacked my family members... Mark, you just joined the list. Hitting me with own move, my head wedged between a chair? Piledriving my broken ass through a table?
Guess what, Mark?
You just joined the elite list of EVERY WRESTLER EVER... who did something to rid this sport of me... only to find... THEY COULDN'T GET THE JOB DONE. Because NO ONE CAN.
Mark Windham... this goes for you. No... F THAT. This goes for EVERYONE. Ryan. Hornet. Randalls Southern. Jacobs. Radder. Muffin Man. ANYONE WATCHING ME RIGHT NOW.
I would tell you to come and bring it... but I'm coming for you FIRST.
(Troy now sits up and flops out of bed and holds the title in his arms.)
BECAUSE I AM TROY WINDHAM.
BECAUSE I AM THE CSWA UNIFIED CHAMPION.
(Troy now puts the belt around his waist -- hospital scrubs still on.)
BECAUSE I AM TROY WINDHAM.
BECAUSE I AM THE BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD TODAY.
(Troy reaches back and SNAPS the title on his waist.)
BECAUSE I AM TROY WINDHAM.
BECUASE I AM... YOUR KING!
(Troy walks off, strutting. A nurse walks in muttering about how "this patient wasn't supposed to discharge.)