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Former NEW Champion and WFW star battles EPW's Phenomenal returnee.
CALGARY: Larry Tact vs. Phenomenal Frankie Scott
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Phenomenal
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( Sunday 7:23pm -- There are rows and rows of trucks in the parking lot of the Calgary Saddledome. Some are for equipment while others are from news bureaus and other wrestling promotions wanting to know what is going on every second during the monumental tournament for the Chad Merritt Cup, put on by TEAM wrestling. A white TEAM television truck sits near a dock where a set of large warehouse doors are. The night sky is illuminated by the lights that are on from inside the large truck. A TEAM camera crew who had been setting up cables to the back entrance are finished for the evening. Making their way into the truck to lock up they notice someone sitting at the bank of television screens looking at different matches featuring Larry Tact. Video tapes are stacked all around the individual as well as a computer screen showing the homepage of larrytact.com and page after page printing from the banks of printers set up for use during tournament matches. The camera crew noticing who the individual is, pick up the camera they had with them and get ready to start rolling.)
Cameraman: "You're Frankie Scott... aren't you?"
Frankie Scott: " Yes, I am. I'm sorry if I'm not supposed to be here. I just needed to start as early as possible to figure out who my opponent is and I knew you guys had tapes and tapes of every single participant in the tournament. Let me put all of this away and I will head out of here."
Cameraman: " Don't worry about it. Take all the time you need. We still have a few things to clean up and then we will be ready."
Scott: " Thanks. I appreciate it."
Cameraman: " No problem. Hey. The cameras are ready to roll.. we can set up your first message to Tact and leave the ball in his court."
Scott: " Yeah...sure... I guess that won't be a problem. Do you guys know much about him? "
Camerman: " Tact? Nyah, not much. He's a loner. Pretty good wrestler. He will give you a run for your money. He's won a few big titles. Did you see the preview show? He's a favorite to win the Calgary Division."
Scott: " Oh really? No. I didn't see the preview show yet. A favorite? Hmmm."
Cameraman: " Yeah, Him.. Michaels or Promo. You were barely mentioned as a sleeper."
Scott: " That doesn't bother me. I was surprised that I was even selected to the tournament. It would be nice to prove myself though."
Camerman: " Yeah, I remember you. I did camera work for the NthWA before it closed down. You were starting to become a big deal then..."
Scott: " Yeah, then Dan Ryan and his buddies...nearly killed me. We know the story."
Camerman: " So, now you are making the big comeback.."
Scott: " Yeah. you could say that."
Cameraman: " Nice. Good Luck. Do you wanna do this interview time or not?"
Scott: " Thanks. Yeah. Let's do it."
(The cameraman sets up the camera in front of Frankie and then walks around to the control panel to set up the shot. He motions for Frankie to start.)
Frankie Scott: " Calgary, Canada.. not a place that I figured I would end up for this tournament. But, it's ok. You gotta start somewhere. I really am surprised that I received the ok to enter the tournament for the Chad Merritt Cup. This is a pretty prestigious deal and I am pretty honored to be a part of this whole thing. While I do understand that I am one of those guys that was added to help the first round move a little more quickly an set up those big matches for the semi finals and finals. Looking at this whole bracket in Calgary, I might have a better chance in slipping in the door and walking out with an airplane ticket to the finals. No one expects me to do anything but lie down and job out to a bigger name. Well, it's not going to happen. I'm not walking away from here with a mark in my loss column. I'm walking away from here with all the buzz that every single fan, beat writer and interviewer from every other wrestling promotion can muster. The first rung of the ladder begins with Lary Tact. Larry, my friend, I don't know who you are. I had never even seen you wrestle before watching a few video tapes tonight. You are a big guy. Definitely will be a hard man to take down quickly. I read your bio on your website. It said you were a loner, you were going to have to prove yourself wherever you go and you make your own path and agenda. I respect that you need to prove yourself... but, I hate to tell you that you won't be going very far in this tournament if that's what your agenda is here. I have the same kind of agenda. But, you have people picking you to move up and out of Calgary already. My agenda is to put those naysayers in their place and prove that my return to wrestling is not a fluke. I won't take you lightly though... you are a dangerous adversary due to the lack of respect for the system. You have nothing to lose. You have won World Titles... You have won the respect of your peers. While If I get beat by you, I will need to start back at square one. I'm not taking a step backward, Mr. Tact. I'm all about going forward...I'm all about this tournament...and I'm not intimidated by you... I'm all about beating you."
Cameraman: "You're Frankie Scott... aren't you?"
Frankie Scott: " Yes, I am. I'm sorry if I'm not supposed to be here. I just needed to start as early as possible to figure out who my opponent is and I knew you guys had tapes and tapes of every single participant in the tournament. Let me put all of this away and I will head out of here."
Cameraman: " Don't worry about it. Take all the time you need. We still have a few things to clean up and then we will be ready."
Scott: " Thanks. I appreciate it."
Cameraman: " No problem. Hey. The cameras are ready to roll.. we can set up your first message to Tact and leave the ball in his court."
Scott: " Yeah...sure... I guess that won't be a problem. Do you guys know much about him? "
Camerman: " Tact? Nyah, not much. He's a loner. Pretty good wrestler. He will give you a run for your money. He's won a few big titles. Did you see the preview show? He's a favorite to win the Calgary Division."
Scott: " Oh really? No. I didn't see the preview show yet. A favorite? Hmmm."
Cameraman: " Yeah, Him.. Michaels or Promo. You were barely mentioned as a sleeper."
Scott: " That doesn't bother me. I was surprised that I was even selected to the tournament. It would be nice to prove myself though."
Camerman: " Yeah, I remember you. I did camera work for the NthWA before it closed down. You were starting to become a big deal then..."
Scott: " Yeah, then Dan Ryan and his buddies...nearly killed me. We know the story."
Camerman: " So, now you are making the big comeback.."
Scott: " Yeah. you could say that."
Cameraman: " Nice. Good Luck. Do you wanna do this interview time or not?"
Scott: " Thanks. Yeah. Let's do it."
(The cameraman sets up the camera in front of Frankie and then walks around to the control panel to set up the shot. He motions for Frankie to start.)
Frankie Scott: " Calgary, Canada.. not a place that I figured I would end up for this tournament. But, it's ok. You gotta start somewhere. I really am surprised that I received the ok to enter the tournament for the Chad Merritt Cup. This is a pretty prestigious deal and I am pretty honored to be a part of this whole thing. While I do understand that I am one of those guys that was added to help the first round move a little more quickly an set up those big matches for the semi finals and finals. Looking at this whole bracket in Calgary, I might have a better chance in slipping in the door and walking out with an airplane ticket to the finals. No one expects me to do anything but lie down and job out to a bigger name. Well, it's not going to happen. I'm not walking away from here with a mark in my loss column. I'm walking away from here with all the buzz that every single fan, beat writer and interviewer from every other wrestling promotion can muster. The first rung of the ladder begins with Lary Tact. Larry, my friend, I don't know who you are. I had never even seen you wrestle before watching a few video tapes tonight. You are a big guy. Definitely will be a hard man to take down quickly. I read your bio on your website. It said you were a loner, you were going to have to prove yourself wherever you go and you make your own path and agenda. I respect that you need to prove yourself... but, I hate to tell you that you won't be going very far in this tournament if that's what your agenda is here. I have the same kind of agenda. But, you have people picking you to move up and out of Calgary already. My agenda is to put those naysayers in their place and prove that my return to wrestling is not a fluke. I won't take you lightly though... you are a dangerous adversary due to the lack of respect for the system. You have nothing to lose. You have won World Titles... You have won the respect of your peers. While If I get beat by you, I will need to start back at square one. I'm not taking a step backward, Mr. Tact. I'm all about going forward...I'm all about this tournament...and I'm not intimidated by you... I'm all about beating you."
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OOC: I haven't had regular internet access since signing up for this, due to moving, which is why I haven't gone on the boards. So if you wouldn't mind accepting this one, I'd appreciate it. Up to you though.
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Cobblestone roads aren't the best thing for tires to tread over. Yet here, in Calgary, the cars manage and the tires pay their debt to the roads in the name of tradition. That word holds a wealth of meaning here, and it is where Larry Tact has found himself this day, in lieu of his entrance to the TEAM Invitational Tournament. He sits outside of a cafe, at a small, round table reading an American newspaper, occasionally peering over it to look at a passerby. The storefronts are decorated festively, although it's just the daily fare for these shops, giving a local community feel to the area.
People walk alone and in packs; families and singles, alike. Children point in awe at the candy or pastries in shop windows, while others merely salivate knowing they shouldn't... but will anyway, and then enter the store. The slight chill of the brisk air currents streams through the road, but nobody seems bothered by it-- they're either accustomed to the weather, or bundled up enough to reject it. Tact, himself, wears a ribbed, navy blue sweater and jeans, black boots and gloves. A black New York Mets winter hat, logo in blue with orange lining, covers his colored blonde hair. He sets down the paper and clasps his hands together, resting them on the table.
TACT: Oh Canada... how I've spent far too long with you, the past few months. It seems, wherever I go, whatever I sign up for... it takes place here, in Canada. In this sagging land of 'wrestling tradition'... it's more like some fruity playland for all the Jean Rabesque's of the world. First I come here as a CWF wrestler, now I signed on to enter this TEAM Invitational tournament... and I'm still here! I might as well apply for duel citizenship...
Except I'm not the type to lower myself like that. I have a successful image to uphold... and Canada has anything but. After all, how long has it been taking it up the ass from everyone else in the world who means anything?
But I'm not here to be political. I'm here to wrestle, and win. That's the general idea when you join the tournament, after all, to win. Not to 'do your best' and 'prove yourself.' That's just a load of crap. Bull(BLEEP).
I can't stand people who resort to feeding me bull(BLEEP). There are plenty out there... just going out and spewing this stream of fallacies and piss poor one-liners about what you expect, what's to come for yourself. You all think it's making you look better, more 'competitive' or threatening.
The truth is, you just look like someone who doesn't know what they're getting into. This tournament is not much different; many of you have your aspirations and goals for this... not all of which result in winning.
My first round opponent has something of this very mentality. The only thing I really need say about what I heard from you, Frankie Scott, is that it's pathetic. But I can say more, if that isn't enough. You come into this match talking to me as if I'm a case study, despite the fact you admit you know very little about me. Tell me this... why are you even bringing up things you saw on the internet? Who are you, Hacker? Don't you know that what you see on the internet is more times than not outdated? That's certainly the case with me, because all that idealistic bull(BLEEP) I used to commit myself to has most certainly expired.
He straightens up in his seat, his expression taking a more interested look.
Proving myself... yeah, I remember those days. They're long past. I don't need to prove myself to anyone anymore. Not you, not any name or supposed favorite in this tournament. There are no favorites, you moron. There are only people who can make what they will of this opportunity. I don't need to have the odds in my favor to kick your teeth in, and advance. I don't bother looking at any of that, ever, and I still succeed. So don't give me any crap about odds and favorites. Let that get in your head if you want, but don't waste airtime on it.
Do you want to know what I think of you, Mr. 'Phenomenal?' Where did you pick up that tag from, hm? Does it even mean anything? Of course not. Tags are nothing but a mask, more bull(BLEEP) to hide behind. You entered this tournament with the intention of making something of yourself in this day and age, yet you still lack the knowledge of who you even are. You need a label on yourself to try making you look impressive. You probably need someone to tell you your 'great' and 'a real challenge' before you'll actually believe it. Verbal masturbation is what you really want. But I'm not here to give it to you.
I'm here to bring reality into your perception. I'm here to give you a humbling!
He leans forward, olive green eyes like poison filled darts.
I don't care whether or not you feel like you've got a chance in hell of beating me, Frankie. I don't care whether anyone thinks you're the underdog. All I need to know is that you're my first round opponent. You are the person who is stepping into my ring in Calgary... and you will not be looked past. I don't bother thinking any further than the opponent I face next. I prepare to be at my best for whoever it is, whether it be Dan Ryan, Cross, Jean Rabesque, Anarky... or Mass Ray Per, Tribal Warrior, Moe Lester... or Frankie Scott. It doesn't matter to me whether I outmatch my opponent or not... whether I'll beat the opponent into submission if I'm at my best, or have a challenge on my hands. I come ready to wrestle, and you will not be the exception to that rule.
In Calgary, you will enter a realm that doesn't afford you the luxury of tags, fronts, and masks. When you step into the ring with me, Frankie... you'll be stripped down to what you can do in the ring, and whether it will be able to get past me and my ability. And maybe everyone will see just what's so 'phenomenal' about you, then.
Because you certainly haven't shown it yet.
Fade out.
OOC: I haven't had regular internet access since signing up for this, due to moving, which is why I haven't gone on the boards. So if you wouldn't mind accepting this one, I'd appreciate it. Up to you though.
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Cobblestone roads aren't the best thing for tires to tread over. Yet here, in Calgary, the cars manage and the tires pay their debt to the roads in the name of tradition. That word holds a wealth of meaning here, and it is where Larry Tact has found himself this day, in lieu of his entrance to the TEAM Invitational Tournament. He sits outside of a cafe, at a small, round table reading an American newspaper, occasionally peering over it to look at a passerby. The storefronts are decorated festively, although it's just the daily fare for these shops, giving a local community feel to the area.
People walk alone and in packs; families and singles, alike. Children point in awe at the candy or pastries in shop windows, while others merely salivate knowing they shouldn't... but will anyway, and then enter the store. The slight chill of the brisk air currents streams through the road, but nobody seems bothered by it-- they're either accustomed to the weather, or bundled up enough to reject it. Tact, himself, wears a ribbed, navy blue sweater and jeans, black boots and gloves. A black New York Mets winter hat, logo in blue with orange lining, covers his colored blonde hair. He sets down the paper and clasps his hands together, resting them on the table.
TACT: Oh Canada... how I've spent far too long with you, the past few months. It seems, wherever I go, whatever I sign up for... it takes place here, in Canada. In this sagging land of 'wrestling tradition'... it's more like some fruity playland for all the Jean Rabesque's of the world. First I come here as a CWF wrestler, now I signed on to enter this TEAM Invitational tournament... and I'm still here! I might as well apply for duel citizenship...
Except I'm not the type to lower myself like that. I have a successful image to uphold... and Canada has anything but. After all, how long has it been taking it up the ass from everyone else in the world who means anything?
But I'm not here to be political. I'm here to wrestle, and win. That's the general idea when you join the tournament, after all, to win. Not to 'do your best' and 'prove yourself.' That's just a load of crap. Bull(BLEEP).
I can't stand people who resort to feeding me bull(BLEEP). There are plenty out there... just going out and spewing this stream of fallacies and piss poor one-liners about what you expect, what's to come for yourself. You all think it's making you look better, more 'competitive' or threatening.
The truth is, you just look like someone who doesn't know what they're getting into. This tournament is not much different; many of you have your aspirations and goals for this... not all of which result in winning.
My first round opponent has something of this very mentality. The only thing I really need say about what I heard from you, Frankie Scott, is that it's pathetic. But I can say more, if that isn't enough. You come into this match talking to me as if I'm a case study, despite the fact you admit you know very little about me. Tell me this... why are you even bringing up things you saw on the internet? Who are you, Hacker? Don't you know that what you see on the internet is more times than not outdated? That's certainly the case with me, because all that idealistic bull(BLEEP) I used to commit myself to has most certainly expired.
He straightens up in his seat, his expression taking a more interested look.
Proving myself... yeah, I remember those days. They're long past. I don't need to prove myself to anyone anymore. Not you, not any name or supposed favorite in this tournament. There are no favorites, you moron. There are only people who can make what they will of this opportunity. I don't need to have the odds in my favor to kick your teeth in, and advance. I don't bother looking at any of that, ever, and I still succeed. So don't give me any crap about odds and favorites. Let that get in your head if you want, but don't waste airtime on it.
Do you want to know what I think of you, Mr. 'Phenomenal?' Where did you pick up that tag from, hm? Does it even mean anything? Of course not. Tags are nothing but a mask, more bull(BLEEP) to hide behind. You entered this tournament with the intention of making something of yourself in this day and age, yet you still lack the knowledge of who you even are. You need a label on yourself to try making you look impressive. You probably need someone to tell you your 'great' and 'a real challenge' before you'll actually believe it. Verbal masturbation is what you really want. But I'm not here to give it to you.
I'm here to bring reality into your perception. I'm here to give you a humbling!
He leans forward, olive green eyes like poison filled darts.
I don't care whether or not you feel like you've got a chance in hell of beating me, Frankie. I don't care whether anyone thinks you're the underdog. All I need to know is that you're my first round opponent. You are the person who is stepping into my ring in Calgary... and you will not be looked past. I don't bother thinking any further than the opponent I face next. I prepare to be at my best for whoever it is, whether it be Dan Ryan, Cross, Jean Rabesque, Anarky... or Mass Ray Per, Tribal Warrior, Moe Lester... or Frankie Scott. It doesn't matter to me whether I outmatch my opponent or not... whether I'll beat the opponent into submission if I'm at my best, or have a challenge on my hands. I come ready to wrestle, and you will not be the exception to that rule.
In Calgary, you will enter a realm that doesn't afford you the luxury of tags, fronts, and masks. When you step into the ring with me, Frankie... you'll be stripped down to what you can do in the ring, and whether it will be able to get past me and my ability. And maybe everyone will see just what's so 'phenomenal' about you, then.
Because you certainly haven't shown it yet.
Fade out.
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Phenomenal
Guest
Cinderblocks in eggshell white are the backdrop for a worn and faded red and gray "Calgary Saddledome" sign painted circa 1983. In the floor leaning up against the wall is a new "Pengrowth Saddledome" sign ready to be hung over the old fixture. Across the way, Frankie Scott sits on a hunter green padded metal chair. His navy blue and white EPW starter jacket is hanging on a hook inside a small metal casing that is his dressing area. Scott, wearing a slate blue dress shirt and black slacks sits staring off into space. A cleaning crew rolls by with industrial sweepers making sure that the floors are clean before a hockey game tonight featuring the Calgary Flames. Scott peers over to the new sign in the floor and then looks back toward the camera.
Frankie Scott: " Tags... nothing but a mask... something to hide behind... Tags are a part of every day life. In this day and age, fans and followers of pro wrestling need a moniker to follow. That person they enjoy to watch. It's even the tag or the moniker that they talk about or they identify with. "Ego Buster", "Mr. Entertainment", "The Sergeant" and yes... "Phenomenal". It's all part of the nuiance. It's all part of a company grabbing every dollar they can. Just like here in the Saddledome... It's not just Calgary anymore. It's Pengrowth. Just like the Staples Center in Los Angeles, Philips Arena in Atlanta and Tropicana Field in Florida. It's an identification in every day life. Tags don't even have to be part of a person's name. They can be evident by watching or hearing that person. Martin Luther King..Adolph Hitler..Albert Einstein. And then there's Larry Tact, a man who believes that he is different from anyone else. A person who defines himself as a person who doesn't have a "tag". All the while, he tells us that he has a serious image to uphold as he wears a New York Mets baseball cap that covers an obviously terrible blonde dye job. On top of all that, his finishers that he uses in the ring have names. Larry, the definition that you give yourself couldn't be any more wrong. It's just sad that you believe the sludge that spews out of your mouth."
(Frankie unzips his duffle bag and removes a white t-shirt and black sweat pants.)
" You don't want to be political? You can't stand people who resort to feeding you crap? After you go off on your own diatribe HAVING to trash this beautiful country by saying what kind of wasteland it is and by once again putting me down for all the things you really wish you could be. I'm not feeding you anything. I'm the one who is having to hear all of this sanctimonious garbage. Call me pathetic and moron all you want. Listening to you lowering yourself to use profanity has shown me who you really are. Not only does it make you sound ignorant it doesn't make you very original at all."
" Let's talk about case studies. That's exactly what you are. I am making you a case study. I don't know anything about you. I couldn't have picked you out of a lineup which I surmise is the exact place I would always need to look. Whether it was outdated or not, I brought up items on the internet and from video tapes because you couldn't drag your shiftless behind to Canada to make any comments until I did. You had more than enough to work with while I dealt with what I was given. Does that egotistical vein in your body pump that much faster because I don't know who you are? I know your secret. You wish to be accepted by the wrestling fans, the media and even the people here in Canada as a whole. You haven't reached that peak of greatness that you so desire and in the deepest depths of your soul you can't be sure that you ever will. You hide behind the biggest of threats because you lash out at yourself for not living up to your expectations."
(Frankie gets up from the chair and looks into a mirror that is bolted into the wall next to near the spot he is setting up at.)
" I don't need to have anyone tell me anything. After being out of the wrestling business with injuries for three years. I'm back in the ring for myself. I don't need a pep talk or an "atta boy!" But, you couldn't be any more correct about two things. One, you don't need the oddsmakers telling you need more than 5 to 1 odds to kick my teeth in. You don't need the media telling you that you will win this tournament. Because, you are living in this dreamworld that I am some yahoo from the sticks that will lie down for you if you scream loud enough. I want you try to give me a little humbling... because it won't be but a split second before that opportunity shows itself that I will drop you on your head. Two, I will step into that ring and there won't be any tags, any monikers, no comments, no one liners. All I need to know is that you will be in that ring at your very best because when it's all said and done, I want you to know and to feel that even at your very best... it still wasn't good enough to advance past me. When you are packing those bags to head back to the hotel to wait for that "loser goes home" taxi to the airport and that vein pulsates again reminding you that you took one step closer followed by two steps back and that you will never make it to the place you desire to be... keep in mind... that it was Frankie Scott, not "The Phenomenal One", that you put you there!"
Frankie Scott: " Tags... nothing but a mask... something to hide behind... Tags are a part of every day life. In this day and age, fans and followers of pro wrestling need a moniker to follow. That person they enjoy to watch. It's even the tag or the moniker that they talk about or they identify with. "Ego Buster", "Mr. Entertainment", "The Sergeant" and yes... "Phenomenal". It's all part of the nuiance. It's all part of a company grabbing every dollar they can. Just like here in the Saddledome... It's not just Calgary anymore. It's Pengrowth. Just like the Staples Center in Los Angeles, Philips Arena in Atlanta and Tropicana Field in Florida. It's an identification in every day life. Tags don't even have to be part of a person's name. They can be evident by watching or hearing that person. Martin Luther King..Adolph Hitler..Albert Einstein. And then there's Larry Tact, a man who believes that he is different from anyone else. A person who defines himself as a person who doesn't have a "tag". All the while, he tells us that he has a serious image to uphold as he wears a New York Mets baseball cap that covers an obviously terrible blonde dye job. On top of all that, his finishers that he uses in the ring have names. Larry, the definition that you give yourself couldn't be any more wrong. It's just sad that you believe the sludge that spews out of your mouth."
(Frankie unzips his duffle bag and removes a white t-shirt and black sweat pants.)
" You don't want to be political? You can't stand people who resort to feeding you crap? After you go off on your own diatribe HAVING to trash this beautiful country by saying what kind of wasteland it is and by once again putting me down for all the things you really wish you could be. I'm not feeding you anything. I'm the one who is having to hear all of this sanctimonious garbage. Call me pathetic and moron all you want. Listening to you lowering yourself to use profanity has shown me who you really are. Not only does it make you sound ignorant it doesn't make you very original at all."
" Let's talk about case studies. That's exactly what you are. I am making you a case study. I don't know anything about you. I couldn't have picked you out of a lineup which I surmise is the exact place I would always need to look. Whether it was outdated or not, I brought up items on the internet and from video tapes because you couldn't drag your shiftless behind to Canada to make any comments until I did. You had more than enough to work with while I dealt with what I was given. Does that egotistical vein in your body pump that much faster because I don't know who you are? I know your secret. You wish to be accepted by the wrestling fans, the media and even the people here in Canada as a whole. You haven't reached that peak of greatness that you so desire and in the deepest depths of your soul you can't be sure that you ever will. You hide behind the biggest of threats because you lash out at yourself for not living up to your expectations."
(Frankie gets up from the chair and looks into a mirror that is bolted into the wall next to near the spot he is setting up at.)
" I don't need to have anyone tell me anything. After being out of the wrestling business with injuries for three years. I'm back in the ring for myself. I don't need a pep talk or an "atta boy!" But, you couldn't be any more correct about two things. One, you don't need the oddsmakers telling you need more than 5 to 1 odds to kick my teeth in. You don't need the media telling you that you will win this tournament. Because, you are living in this dreamworld that I am some yahoo from the sticks that will lie down for you if you scream loud enough. I want you try to give me a little humbling... because it won't be but a split second before that opportunity shows itself that I will drop you on your head. Two, I will step into that ring and there won't be any tags, any monikers, no comments, no one liners. All I need to know is that you will be in that ring at your very best because when it's all said and done, I want you to know and to feel that even at your very best... it still wasn't good enough to advance past me. When you are packing those bags to head back to the hotel to wait for that "loser goes home" taxi to the airport and that vein pulsates again reminding you that you took one step closer followed by two steps back and that you will never make it to the place you desire to be... keep in mind... that it was Frankie Scott, not "The Phenomenal One", that you put you there!"