GreggG
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(CUT TO: Troy Windham, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki slacks, and sandals. He's standing on a lush green lawn, overlooking the North Shore of Oahu. The waves crash at his private, backyard beach. Cradled in his right hand, as always, is the CSWA Unified Title.)
TROY: Well, I' sure the entire world is wondering what I'm doing here, in Hawaii, when in a few short weeks I'll be defending THIS (Troy holds up The Big Gold) -- the most prized possession in this industry. I want all of the fans at home watching this, whether you love me or despise me, to watch. I want all of my opponents to watch. Hell -- I want EVERYONE IN THIS INDUSTRY TO WATCH.
I'm not one to use cliches. They're best used by the countless hacks in this industry who have no idea of how to be original, of how to be their own person. But there's no other way to explain it than this: there comes a time in a man's life when he has to take all of his poker chips, push them in the pot, and go all in. That's what I'm doing at Gold Rush. I *WILL* win the Gold Rush and, as my longtime nemesis Eli Flair and his good-for-nothing glorified ring rat Poison Ivy have so eluqently put it, when I do, I *WILL* become the greatest champion this sport has ever seen. MY NAME will be the one that defines this industry, more than it even does today. MY NAME will be synonymous with GREATNESS. Babe. Mickey. Muhammad. Lance. Wayne. Michael. Larry. Those are one-person names that make you think of the greatest of all time in their respective sports. After Gold Rush, after I have defeated EVERY OTHER PERSON... my name will join that pantheon of greatness.
I want the camera to turn around and pan left. (The camera turns around and shows a huge stone house, off-white in color. Many rooms, a hot tub, a swimming pool, a large garage.) This is where I will be staying for the next month, until shortly before Gold Rush, where I will be staying in an undisclosed location. As you can imagine, a man of my importance is constantly in demand. My phones are ringing off the hook, from well-wishers like the Hilton sisters to every journalist in the world. My agents have been contacted by nearly every Hollywood studio, all of them wanting to pitch me a role.
My greatest strength has been my self-awareness. I know where I stand, and I know where my opponents stand. The one criticism I've always heard about my career is this: what would Troy Windham be if he did not have so many distractions? What heights would he have aspired to, if he concentrated solely on wrestling, as opposed to his Hollywood deals, his celebrity girlfriends, his love of the nightlife, his vast real-estate holdings, his many investment opportunities.
The one thing I have ALWAYS aspired to is to become the greatest wrestler the world has ever known. In a few short weeks, that opportunity is MINE for the taking. And that brings me here. I've had my many secretaries put all my calls on hold. No agents, no reporters, no well-wishers like the Hilton sisters will be contacting me here. There is one thing and one thing only on my mind. Retaining MY championship against an open field of challengers. That is my one quest. And for someone like Eli Flair, for Dan Ryan, for EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER DOUBTED ME... that is going to put a gulp in your throat.
The margarita you saw me drinking minutes ago was the last bit of play-time I'll be having for the next several weeks. I have purchased a house in a gated community, which has been staffed with the finest security team I could find. I have hired a nutritionist who is a scholar in his field, a teacher at one of the finest medical schools in the country. He has brought with him a chef, a man who will cook for me for the next several weeks. I have hired a wrestling coach whose last job, before I hired him away, was with the United States Freestyle Olympic Team. I have hired a Mixed Martial Arts teacher, a man who has trained several champions in various fields in that sport. I have brought with me four separate sparring partners, each of various skills and sizes, each to train with me. I have brought with me my personal trainer and have hired a new weight coach. I have turned a room in this house into a state of the art video center, where I have a staff doing nothing but finding me video clips of all of my opponents -- their matches, their interviews and any public appearance you can find. My sparring partners will be breaking down these tapes with me, and will adapt their styles to duplicate anyone I may share a ring with at Gold Rush. Another room has been turned into a world-class physical fitness center.
Also with me is a handpicked CSWA Television crew, here to process the comments from my opponents, and here to have me address them as well. These are the best professional in the television wrestling business. No time will be wasted waiting for a camera crew to white balance, no time wasted on how I feel about the final edit. My opponents responses will be shown to me and my retorts and my comments will be given without any wait.
Don't mistake any of this as a sign of weakness. Don't think for one second that I beleived I was unprepared headed into Gold Rush. Just know that I am setting the bar for this event, as I have done since the minute it has been announced. Everything I have achieved in my 31 years on this earth, all the millions I've made, is being spent to make sure that I obtain every single advantage I can find. I already own the mental advantage over each and every single one of you. I am the man everyone in this industry has been talking about for the past few weeks. People are no longer even daring to challenge me, but they're arguing with each other over who Troy Windham has humiliated more. The mental game is already won, and you all know that. But now I will also master the physical aspects of this, my ultimate challenge.
There is not one person I will not know everything about by the time that bell rings. If I find out that one of my opponents is running nine miles a day, I will run ten. If I find out one person is running ten miles a day, I will run eleven. If I hear that one of my opponents is adapting to a new style for this event, I will know how to not just counter it, but how to turn it to my advantage.
The partying and the nightlife I am so noted for will wait. But don't worry, it hasn't come to an end. At the end of all of this, I am going to have the biggest party the world has ever seen. I will land at one site in every time zone on this planet, non-stop, until even I have to say "hold the shots and hold the sex, no more for me." That's the type of party you can afford to have when you have defeated the entire wrestling world.
(Troy Windham holds up the title and then turns to his Hawaii estate. FTB)
TROY: Well, I' sure the entire world is wondering what I'm doing here, in Hawaii, when in a few short weeks I'll be defending THIS (Troy holds up The Big Gold) -- the most prized possession in this industry. I want all of the fans at home watching this, whether you love me or despise me, to watch. I want all of my opponents to watch. Hell -- I want EVERYONE IN THIS INDUSTRY TO WATCH.
I'm not one to use cliches. They're best used by the countless hacks in this industry who have no idea of how to be original, of how to be their own person. But there's no other way to explain it than this: there comes a time in a man's life when he has to take all of his poker chips, push them in the pot, and go all in. That's what I'm doing at Gold Rush. I *WILL* win the Gold Rush and, as my longtime nemesis Eli Flair and his good-for-nothing glorified ring rat Poison Ivy have so eluqently put it, when I do, I *WILL* become the greatest champion this sport has ever seen. MY NAME will be the one that defines this industry, more than it even does today. MY NAME will be synonymous with GREATNESS. Babe. Mickey. Muhammad. Lance. Wayne. Michael. Larry. Those are one-person names that make you think of the greatest of all time in their respective sports. After Gold Rush, after I have defeated EVERY OTHER PERSON... my name will join that pantheon of greatness.
I want the camera to turn around and pan left. (The camera turns around and shows a huge stone house, off-white in color. Many rooms, a hot tub, a swimming pool, a large garage.) This is where I will be staying for the next month, until shortly before Gold Rush, where I will be staying in an undisclosed location. As you can imagine, a man of my importance is constantly in demand. My phones are ringing off the hook, from well-wishers like the Hilton sisters to every journalist in the world. My agents have been contacted by nearly every Hollywood studio, all of them wanting to pitch me a role.
My greatest strength has been my self-awareness. I know where I stand, and I know where my opponents stand. The one criticism I've always heard about my career is this: what would Troy Windham be if he did not have so many distractions? What heights would he have aspired to, if he concentrated solely on wrestling, as opposed to his Hollywood deals, his celebrity girlfriends, his love of the nightlife, his vast real-estate holdings, his many investment opportunities.
The one thing I have ALWAYS aspired to is to become the greatest wrestler the world has ever known. In a few short weeks, that opportunity is MINE for the taking. And that brings me here. I've had my many secretaries put all my calls on hold. No agents, no reporters, no well-wishers like the Hilton sisters will be contacting me here. There is one thing and one thing only on my mind. Retaining MY championship against an open field of challengers. That is my one quest. And for someone like Eli Flair, for Dan Ryan, for EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER DOUBTED ME... that is going to put a gulp in your throat.
The margarita you saw me drinking minutes ago was the last bit of play-time I'll be having for the next several weeks. I have purchased a house in a gated community, which has been staffed with the finest security team I could find. I have hired a nutritionist who is a scholar in his field, a teacher at one of the finest medical schools in the country. He has brought with him a chef, a man who will cook for me for the next several weeks. I have hired a wrestling coach whose last job, before I hired him away, was with the United States Freestyle Olympic Team. I have hired a Mixed Martial Arts teacher, a man who has trained several champions in various fields in that sport. I have brought with me four separate sparring partners, each of various skills and sizes, each to train with me. I have brought with me my personal trainer and have hired a new weight coach. I have turned a room in this house into a state of the art video center, where I have a staff doing nothing but finding me video clips of all of my opponents -- their matches, their interviews and any public appearance you can find. My sparring partners will be breaking down these tapes with me, and will adapt their styles to duplicate anyone I may share a ring with at Gold Rush. Another room has been turned into a world-class physical fitness center.
Also with me is a handpicked CSWA Television crew, here to process the comments from my opponents, and here to have me address them as well. These are the best professional in the television wrestling business. No time will be wasted waiting for a camera crew to white balance, no time wasted on how I feel about the final edit. My opponents responses will be shown to me and my retorts and my comments will be given without any wait.
Don't mistake any of this as a sign of weakness. Don't think for one second that I beleived I was unprepared headed into Gold Rush. Just know that I am setting the bar for this event, as I have done since the minute it has been announced. Everything I have achieved in my 31 years on this earth, all the millions I've made, is being spent to make sure that I obtain every single advantage I can find. I already own the mental advantage over each and every single one of you. I am the man everyone in this industry has been talking about for the past few weeks. People are no longer even daring to challenge me, but they're arguing with each other over who Troy Windham has humiliated more. The mental game is already won, and you all know that. But now I will also master the physical aspects of this, my ultimate challenge.
There is not one person I will not know everything about by the time that bell rings. If I find out that one of my opponents is running nine miles a day, I will run ten. If I find out one person is running ten miles a day, I will run eleven. If I hear that one of my opponents is adapting to a new style for this event, I will know how to not just counter it, but how to turn it to my advantage.
The partying and the nightlife I am so noted for will wait. But don't worry, it hasn't come to an end. At the end of all of this, I am going to have the biggest party the world has ever seen. I will land at one site in every time zone on this planet, non-stop, until even I have to say "hold the shots and hold the sex, no more for me." That's the type of party you can afford to have when you have defeated the entire wrestling world.
(Troy Windham holds up the title and then turns to his Hawaii estate. FTB)