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(CUT TO: Troy, standing in front of a MISTER CSWA banner. Troy's got on a CSWA doo-rag, Oakley shades and a PLAYBOYS, INC. tank top.)
TROY: (Rips of his shades and tosses them to the floor.) There are a lot of things I've fought for in my career. The first day I stepped foot in this sport, I knew that I wanted to make a dent. I knew that I wanted to outshine and outsurpass all of the heroes and legends that preceeded me- from Hornet to Joey Melton to Wall to Zach Sirus... and even my brother, Mark. I knew that I wanted to be something that they were not. And I became just that. FACT! You called me The King of the Slackers. You said that I didn't care about winning matches, that I only cared about sleeping with underaged girls and keeping my face as pretty as possible. But what you did not realize is that Troy Windham, The Boy Troy, Troy Diggiddy was also The Epitome. I've always been on the cutting edge of society. When most of these guys on the CSWA roster were busy growing their permed mullets out long, I was busy putting on flannel shirts and ripped jeans. When you guys were still all "Hey, boss-- I want my entrance music to be something off the new David Lee Roth solo album, even though it's 1995," I was having Lollapalooza bands cut my theme songs for me.
Yeah, you can't front on that. Ya'll said I was distracted from winning matches... but I was busy creating a legacy. I took my outrageous behavior and made myself The King of All Media. I made myself a superstar not just in wrestling, but also in Hollywood-- raking in millions for my appearances in films like Killer Kings III, A Mother's Battle and also the Cable Ace Award winning A Blue Moon Over Memphis. FACT! I picked up steam and became synonymous with the most famous people of Generation X. And I picked up more and more steam until I couldn't be denied anymore. I became the most sought after man in pro wrestling history. And I parlayed that to making me millions of dollars and lucrative contract deals. FACT! And none of you thought I could back up what I said. But look, look at what happened in 1998. Look at what happened. I broke out of the box and became The King of Wrestling. Number One Contender in virtually every league in the world, except for my home... here in the CSWA. Guns, Hornet and my brother feuded for a year. Guns, intent on destroying the CSWA, just like he is now, wins the CSWA World Title. And no one can stop him. FACT! No one thought I could. But guess what? I positioned myself just right... so not only did I have Guns' shoulders pinned to the mat, but I also made Hornet-- the so-called Franchise-- raise my hand in triumph. And right then in there, in San Antonio, I showed the world that there was no one else in this sport as good as me. FACT! Not Guns, who was on the mat. FACT! Not Hornet, who couldn't beat Guns. FACT! Not my brother, who was lost in his own torment. FACT! Not Mike Randalls. FACT! Not Eli Flair. FACT! Not anyone else. There was *ONE MAN* who stood on top of the mountain as CSWA World Champion... and that man was Troy Windham.
Yes, I showed YOU ALL right then and there just who I was and what I was about. And look at how wrestling has changed since then. Every guy in the "new generation" comes out now in their street clothes, faces pierced, wearing non-traditional ring attire. FACT! I was the first to do that. Every guy now is always looking for the hottest new song to come out to, so they can connect with the fans. FACT! I was the first to do that, also. Every guy now wants to cut these biting promos that bury the competition, to show each guy why THEY should be the only person you watch on TV. FACT! Guess who was the first to do that? Ya'll think Kevin Powers is hot because he got Jay and Silent Bob in his mic-spots? Ya'll think Eddie Mayfield is hot because he told some kid to go read Cracked Magazine? Ya'll think that Guns is hot because he talks in backstage terms. FACT! Troy Windham was the first guy to come out here and discuss pop culture, to discuss where I fit in to pop culture, to become a true multi-media wrestling celebrity. Troy Windham was the first to come out here and tell it like it is, to straight-up bury dudes who tried to hold me down. FACT! Everyone else in the CSWA is a biter, a poser... everyone else in the CSWA is lightyears behind what The Epitome is all about.
Yeah, my credentials are legit. I got so much street cred, I stop traffic every time I walk down the street. You think the GXW cats have it? Pshaw. You think Eddie 'Alex Wylde 2002' has it? Pshaw. Only *ONE MAN* connects with the fans at home. Only *ONE MAN* makes you mark out like you're a kid getting his first Hess Truck for Christmas. And that's me, The Boy Troy... Mister CSWA.
Yes, I've had a blessed career that has seen me become this sport's greatest star and this league's foundation. I want the last few minutes of interview time to be rewatched and reviewed by all of you, before you come out here to playa hate me, before you come out here acting like you're a big deal. I *ESPECIALLY* want one man to watch the last few minutes of interview time over and over again. That man is Tom Adler. Like I told you before, Adler-- I respect what you've done. That's why I axed you nicely to fight by my side. I didn't *HAVE* to do that. I didn't *HAVE* to give you my rub. Adler, you're a delusional old man. Yeah, you might be good enough to beat Cameron Crowe in a match. Yeah, you might be good enough to hold onto the Presidential Title. But the thing is, old man, you're a nothing. A nobody. You won a bunch of titles here that no one remembers. And now, what are you? You're an old man who defends a title against lesser competition who won't even FIGHT BACK against the people who pissed all over you in a ring. You say you got people right where you want them? I say you're an old coward who knows his time is up. You say you have a legacy? Son, I do more for this sport in five seconds than you've done your entire career. I was doing you a *FAVOR* by telling you to fight with me. I was trying to bring you back from the ABYSS. Well, Adler-- you refused me. I done told you not to do that. So guess what, little man? I've got a lot of goals in mind for what I'm going to accomplish before it's all said and done, to be the FOUNDATION of this league. Well, Adler, one of those goals is this... I'm going to make you famous one last time in this sport. And I'm going to do that not by having you fight with me against The Intruders. I'm going to do that to you by ruining you forever. I'm going to do that to you by being the man that buried you and your legacy once and for all. I'm going to do that by retiring your worthless ass from this sport and making you wake up and realize that you had the chance of a lifetime... but you blew it. And when you're sitting on your broke, bummy ass in some assisted living shelter somewhere, you're going to realize that you should have never crossed the one man who could have brought you back to the promised land.
The promised land-- the CSWA World Title. Forget what Adler says. Forget what Guns says. Forget what anyone else says. The *ONLY* title in this sport that matters is the CSWA World Title. Adler won't go for it because he won't even go against the guys who orally raped him in a wrestling ring. He knows that he doesn't have it anymore, that he's like Charles Nelson Reily or Charro-- an aging star no one cares about anymore. Guns won't go for it because he knows he can't have it. He knows he hasn't been able to win "The Big One" in his career. He knows that there's about 15 guys on this roster right now who would embarrass him even more than I did that fateful night in San Antonio. He knows that if he was to get that World Title match, he'd be shown up for exactly what he is now-- a relic from yesterday that has no relevance in today's wrestling world, a nobody who is only famous because he talks a big game but has no chance to back it up.
Adler, Guns-- hold onto your titles. Shine them up. Make them look good. And keep on trying to convince yourselves that the people CARE about you or your titles. I told ya'll before that I might want them for my own personal collection. But if I do, it's not because your titles mean anything to me... if I do, it's because the only thing I want to do is show the world what I already know-- that you two has beens have no place in the league that I am the foundation in, that you have no place in the world of Mister CSWA. You'd better not use up all your sick days from school... because if you don't, you're going to have some bad marks against you go down on your permanent record! (FTB)
TROY: (Rips of his shades and tosses them to the floor.) There are a lot of things I've fought for in my career. The first day I stepped foot in this sport, I knew that I wanted to make a dent. I knew that I wanted to outshine and outsurpass all of the heroes and legends that preceeded me- from Hornet to Joey Melton to Wall to Zach Sirus... and even my brother, Mark. I knew that I wanted to be something that they were not. And I became just that. FACT! You called me The King of the Slackers. You said that I didn't care about winning matches, that I only cared about sleeping with underaged girls and keeping my face as pretty as possible. But what you did not realize is that Troy Windham, The Boy Troy, Troy Diggiddy was also The Epitome. I've always been on the cutting edge of society. When most of these guys on the CSWA roster were busy growing their permed mullets out long, I was busy putting on flannel shirts and ripped jeans. When you guys were still all "Hey, boss-- I want my entrance music to be something off the new David Lee Roth solo album, even though it's 1995," I was having Lollapalooza bands cut my theme songs for me.
Yeah, you can't front on that. Ya'll said I was distracted from winning matches... but I was busy creating a legacy. I took my outrageous behavior and made myself The King of All Media. I made myself a superstar not just in wrestling, but also in Hollywood-- raking in millions for my appearances in films like Killer Kings III, A Mother's Battle and also the Cable Ace Award winning A Blue Moon Over Memphis. FACT! I picked up steam and became synonymous with the most famous people of Generation X. And I picked up more and more steam until I couldn't be denied anymore. I became the most sought after man in pro wrestling history. And I parlayed that to making me millions of dollars and lucrative contract deals. FACT! And none of you thought I could back up what I said. But look, look at what happened in 1998. Look at what happened. I broke out of the box and became The King of Wrestling. Number One Contender in virtually every league in the world, except for my home... here in the CSWA. Guns, Hornet and my brother feuded for a year. Guns, intent on destroying the CSWA, just like he is now, wins the CSWA World Title. And no one can stop him. FACT! No one thought I could. But guess what? I positioned myself just right... so not only did I have Guns' shoulders pinned to the mat, but I also made Hornet-- the so-called Franchise-- raise my hand in triumph. And right then in there, in San Antonio, I showed the world that there was no one else in this sport as good as me. FACT! Not Guns, who was on the mat. FACT! Not Hornet, who couldn't beat Guns. FACT! Not my brother, who was lost in his own torment. FACT! Not Mike Randalls. FACT! Not Eli Flair. FACT! Not anyone else. There was *ONE MAN* who stood on top of the mountain as CSWA World Champion... and that man was Troy Windham.
Yes, I showed YOU ALL right then and there just who I was and what I was about. And look at how wrestling has changed since then. Every guy in the "new generation" comes out now in their street clothes, faces pierced, wearing non-traditional ring attire. FACT! I was the first to do that. Every guy now is always looking for the hottest new song to come out to, so they can connect with the fans. FACT! I was the first to do that, also. Every guy now wants to cut these biting promos that bury the competition, to show each guy why THEY should be the only person you watch on TV. FACT! Guess who was the first to do that? Ya'll think Kevin Powers is hot because he got Jay and Silent Bob in his mic-spots? Ya'll think Eddie Mayfield is hot because he told some kid to go read Cracked Magazine? Ya'll think that Guns is hot because he talks in backstage terms. FACT! Troy Windham was the first guy to come out here and discuss pop culture, to discuss where I fit in to pop culture, to become a true multi-media wrestling celebrity. Troy Windham was the first to come out here and tell it like it is, to straight-up bury dudes who tried to hold me down. FACT! Everyone else in the CSWA is a biter, a poser... everyone else in the CSWA is lightyears behind what The Epitome is all about.
Yeah, my credentials are legit. I got so much street cred, I stop traffic every time I walk down the street. You think the GXW cats have it? Pshaw. You think Eddie 'Alex Wylde 2002' has it? Pshaw. Only *ONE MAN* connects with the fans at home. Only *ONE MAN* makes you mark out like you're a kid getting his first Hess Truck for Christmas. And that's me, The Boy Troy... Mister CSWA.
Yes, I've had a blessed career that has seen me become this sport's greatest star and this league's foundation. I want the last few minutes of interview time to be rewatched and reviewed by all of you, before you come out here to playa hate me, before you come out here acting like you're a big deal. I *ESPECIALLY* want one man to watch the last few minutes of interview time over and over again. That man is Tom Adler. Like I told you before, Adler-- I respect what you've done. That's why I axed you nicely to fight by my side. I didn't *HAVE* to do that. I didn't *HAVE* to give you my rub. Adler, you're a delusional old man. Yeah, you might be good enough to beat Cameron Crowe in a match. Yeah, you might be good enough to hold onto the Presidential Title. But the thing is, old man, you're a nothing. A nobody. You won a bunch of titles here that no one remembers. And now, what are you? You're an old man who defends a title against lesser competition who won't even FIGHT BACK against the people who pissed all over you in a ring. You say you got people right where you want them? I say you're an old coward who knows his time is up. You say you have a legacy? Son, I do more for this sport in five seconds than you've done your entire career. I was doing you a *FAVOR* by telling you to fight with me. I was trying to bring you back from the ABYSS. Well, Adler-- you refused me. I done told you not to do that. So guess what, little man? I've got a lot of goals in mind for what I'm going to accomplish before it's all said and done, to be the FOUNDATION of this league. Well, Adler, one of those goals is this... I'm going to make you famous one last time in this sport. And I'm going to do that not by having you fight with me against The Intruders. I'm going to do that to you by ruining you forever. I'm going to do that to you by being the man that buried you and your legacy once and for all. I'm going to do that by retiring your worthless ass from this sport and making you wake up and realize that you had the chance of a lifetime... but you blew it. And when you're sitting on your broke, bummy ass in some assisted living shelter somewhere, you're going to realize that you should have never crossed the one man who could have brought you back to the promised land.
The promised land-- the CSWA World Title. Forget what Adler says. Forget what Guns says. Forget what anyone else says. The *ONLY* title in this sport that matters is the CSWA World Title. Adler won't go for it because he won't even go against the guys who orally raped him in a wrestling ring. He knows that he doesn't have it anymore, that he's like Charles Nelson Reily or Charro-- an aging star no one cares about anymore. Guns won't go for it because he knows he can't have it. He knows he hasn't been able to win "The Big One" in his career. He knows that there's about 15 guys on this roster right now who would embarrass him even more than I did that fateful night in San Antonio. He knows that if he was to get that World Title match, he'd be shown up for exactly what he is now-- a relic from yesterday that has no relevance in today's wrestling world, a nobody who is only famous because he talks a big game but has no chance to back it up.
Adler, Guns-- hold onto your titles. Shine them up. Make them look good. And keep on trying to convince yourselves that the people CARE about you or your titles. I told ya'll before that I might want them for my own personal collection. But if I do, it's not because your titles mean anything to me... if I do, it's because the only thing I want to do is show the world what I already know-- that you two has beens have no place in the league that I am the foundation in, that you have no place in the world of Mister CSWA. You'd better not use up all your sick days from school... because if you don't, you're going to have some bad marks against you go down on your permanent record! (FTB)