CuseTroy
League Member
A lot of things tended to pop into Troy Douglas' head the moment before that little red light turned on.
That red light that meant one, very important thing.
Go time.
As he stood in front of that classic CSWA banner, just days before challenging for the title named after his hometown, all he could think of was the list of names that had gone before him to hold that belt.
Mark Windham.
Troy Windham.
HEAT.
Billy Starr.
Evan Aho.
Shane Southern.
GUNS.
Kin Hiroshi.
But, as he stood in front of that camera, only one name left on the list matter, and it just so happened to be the last one.
Kevin. Watson. The man between Troy and the title in Birmingham.
It's that name that Troy is dead focused on as he runs his hands through his hair one final time, scratches his forehead and waits for that little red light to blink on.
Lights...
Camera...
Action.
TD: Y'know, CSWA may not have that lucrative national television deal anymore, but that doesn't mean I can't step in front of a camera and make an ass of myself in front of the entire world one more time, does it?
Good.
Sometimes, folks, if you just stick around long enough, the world finally comes around to your way of thinking. Sometimes, patience actually is a virtue, and it's not just the early bird who gets the worm.
Sometimes, the kid who sat right up front in the warehouse that would one day be known as the CSWA Auditorium in March of '88 gets his chance to challenge for the title dedicated to his native soil nearly two decades later.
So don't think I'm taking this chance lightly, Kevin Watson.
My all-time CSWA profile might not be all that high, but I've been doing this for eight long years, and I've been waiting for an opportunity like this since I first saw guys like Hornet, Melton and Windham get inside that CSWA ring for the first time all those years ago when I was just a kid.
Getting through the guy who steamrolled over his Gold Rush ring to earn that Greensboro Title? After 18 years of waiting, K-9, that just doesn't seem all that hard.
I expect a battle like none I've encountered before here in the Grandaddy Of 'Em All, but that doesn't mean that this Native Son of Greensboro isn't ready to throw anything and everything he's got at you.
Take this for what its worth, Kevin, but you're not just fighting me at PRIMETIME in Birmingham. As cheesy and ridiculous as this sounds, you'll be fighting every kid who ever sat in the third row and dreamed about being the best at what they do.
Now, before I let the Inspirational Speech-A-Tron 8000 kick into full gear, let's get down to business, shall we?
You owned the Gold Rush, Kevin, but as we all know, the time for the Gold Rush is long gone. You managed to stake your claim at Anniversary, but all you did there was make yourself a target.
And me? I'm ready to fire away, Kevin.
You will get my absolute best at PRIMETIME, and I guarantee in front of the entire world that it's going to take more to stop me from getting my hands on that Greensboro Title than it did to take down an entire ring full of the best wrestlers on the planet at Anniversary.
It might sound stupid, it might sound cliched, but this is my time, Kevin. This is the night that I finally get the chance to make my mark on CSWA's history and write my name into the lineage of all the legends that have held championship gold in this great company.
You think you'll be able to put a stop to that, Mister Watson?
I want my day in the sun more than any man who has ever stepped inside that CSWA ring, Kevin, and in the end it's going to take a far better man than you to stop me. You were great for one night, Kevin. That night, you didn't have to deal with me.
This time, you do. And this time, great isn't going to be good enough, because I will be perfect.
You know, folks, ever since we got on that damn ship, this company's been thrown for a bit of a loop. Malfunctions, disasters, calamities, they've all been the norm around here, and frankly, it's thrown a lot of people into a bit of a panic.
Frankly, it's got some people calling the CSWA a "lost cause".
Not if I have anything to say about it, kids. Far as I can see, we're just on the road to FISH FUND.
And there's no way this company reaches the end of the road before the train rolls into Sweetwater one more time.
Unfortunately for you, Kevin, your exit is in Birmingham, and the toll just happens to be the Greensboro Title.
Make no mistake, I'm gunning for you, Watson, and I will break you down.
Take it or leave it, that's what you're going to get. Because I'm no lost cause, Kevin.
I'm just getting started.
...FADE OUT
That red light that meant one, very important thing.
Go time.
As he stood in front of that classic CSWA banner, just days before challenging for the title named after his hometown, all he could think of was the list of names that had gone before him to hold that belt.
Mark Windham.
Troy Windham.
HEAT.
Billy Starr.
Evan Aho.
Shane Southern.
GUNS.
Kin Hiroshi.
But, as he stood in front of that camera, only one name left on the list matter, and it just so happened to be the last one.
Kevin. Watson. The man between Troy and the title in Birmingham.
It's that name that Troy is dead focused on as he runs his hands through his hair one final time, scratches his forehead and waits for that little red light to blink on.
Lights...
Camera...
Action.
TD: Y'know, CSWA may not have that lucrative national television deal anymore, but that doesn't mean I can't step in front of a camera and make an ass of myself in front of the entire world one more time, does it?
Good.
Sometimes, folks, if you just stick around long enough, the world finally comes around to your way of thinking. Sometimes, patience actually is a virtue, and it's not just the early bird who gets the worm.
Sometimes, the kid who sat right up front in the warehouse that would one day be known as the CSWA Auditorium in March of '88 gets his chance to challenge for the title dedicated to his native soil nearly two decades later.
So don't think I'm taking this chance lightly, Kevin Watson.
My all-time CSWA profile might not be all that high, but I've been doing this for eight long years, and I've been waiting for an opportunity like this since I first saw guys like Hornet, Melton and Windham get inside that CSWA ring for the first time all those years ago when I was just a kid.
Getting through the guy who steamrolled over his Gold Rush ring to earn that Greensboro Title? After 18 years of waiting, K-9, that just doesn't seem all that hard.
I expect a battle like none I've encountered before here in the Grandaddy Of 'Em All, but that doesn't mean that this Native Son of Greensboro isn't ready to throw anything and everything he's got at you.
Take this for what its worth, Kevin, but you're not just fighting me at PRIMETIME in Birmingham. As cheesy and ridiculous as this sounds, you'll be fighting every kid who ever sat in the third row and dreamed about being the best at what they do.
Now, before I let the Inspirational Speech-A-Tron 8000 kick into full gear, let's get down to business, shall we?
You owned the Gold Rush, Kevin, but as we all know, the time for the Gold Rush is long gone. You managed to stake your claim at Anniversary, but all you did there was make yourself a target.
And me? I'm ready to fire away, Kevin.
You will get my absolute best at PRIMETIME, and I guarantee in front of the entire world that it's going to take more to stop me from getting my hands on that Greensboro Title than it did to take down an entire ring full of the best wrestlers on the planet at Anniversary.
It might sound stupid, it might sound cliched, but this is my time, Kevin. This is the night that I finally get the chance to make my mark on CSWA's history and write my name into the lineage of all the legends that have held championship gold in this great company.
You think you'll be able to put a stop to that, Mister Watson?
I want my day in the sun more than any man who has ever stepped inside that CSWA ring, Kevin, and in the end it's going to take a far better man than you to stop me. You were great for one night, Kevin. That night, you didn't have to deal with me.
This time, you do. And this time, great isn't going to be good enough, because I will be perfect.
You know, folks, ever since we got on that damn ship, this company's been thrown for a bit of a loop. Malfunctions, disasters, calamities, they've all been the norm around here, and frankly, it's thrown a lot of people into a bit of a panic.
Frankly, it's got some people calling the CSWA a "lost cause".
Not if I have anything to say about it, kids. Far as I can see, we're just on the road to FISH FUND.
And there's no way this company reaches the end of the road before the train rolls into Sweetwater one more time.
Unfortunately for you, Kevin, your exit is in Birmingham, and the toll just happens to be the Greensboro Title.
Make no mistake, I'm gunning for you, Watson, and I will break you down.
Take it or leave it, that's what you're going to get. Because I'm no lost cause, Kevin.
I'm just getting started.
...FADE OUT