Perfect Execution (Invite)

[tryton]

Tommy stands backstage with of all things, a mirror? He stands posing in it, marveling at his own wonder.

My god, will you look at that? That's the arm of a future World Champion.

He flexes his right bicep.

Oh yea. That's freakin' beautiful. They may as well just hand me that Hard Body award right now. Look at me? I'm perfect. Tha...that's just the only explanation for it. Pure...perfection.

He kisses his bicep in a complete show of narcissism. Just then, another superstar comes into the picture.

[adam]

It was Adam Devlin. As the crowd watches on, they cheer. Adam looks at Tommy's pruning and shakes his head. His words break up Tommy's "Concentration".

Dude. I've been meaning to ask you this for months now. What's your deal, man? I mean, since you came to XWA you've been brilliant in the ring. You've every tool needed to become one of the greatest champions in XWA history. But you keep company with O'Dell and Alston. You walk around with a chip on your shoulder. I heard that people actually liked and respected you in PTW. Why throw all of that away, man?

[tryton]

Tommy laughs a bit to himself s he turns to Adam for his response.

Why? That's a damn good question. And you're in luck, because I have a damn good answer. When I parlayed to the fans, you know what I got? Screwed by my tag team partner. Screwed out of championship opportunities. And above all else, I ended up the stepping stone for most of the "Big Timers" of PTW. In essence, I was YOU.

A thunderous boo booms from the crowd.

Every single one of you people have all these bad things to say about Scott and Si. Yet their names are always on the tips of your tongues. THAT'S why I turned my back on those idiots. Just look at me. I'm sitting on a guaranteed spot in the biggest match of XWA's season. While all the rest of you are clawing and scratching for your chance at Platinum, mines is in the bag. And why's that? Because I did it MY way. And if the last four months have said anything, my way is pretty damn good.

Tommy was all smiles as he waits for Adam's next reply.

[adam]

Adam nods his head, almost as if a agreeing with Tommy. He did hit on some fairly valid points. Adam responds...

You know what. Maybe you're right. I do parlay to the fans. I do go out to the ring and do what I do for their respect. And I do in fact have their respect. And yea, I haven't had the best record in title matches, or the big matches in general aside from OTS 2007. But you know what?

Fire burns in Adam's eyes. He gets right in the face of Tommy and continues.

If I don't win a single title in my damn career, but still go down as one of the all time greats, I'll take it. And I'm about sick and tired of every jackass in XWA who I come in contact with bringing it up. You guys measure your success by what titles you've held. And you're all sad pieces of garbage for it. You. O'Dell. Devine. Sylk. *Heh* you're all the same. Cut from the same cloth of TOTAL IGNORANCE. But I'll tell you what, Tommy. My dance card is empty tonight, so how about I fill it by properly welcoming you into the fraternity, with a good ol' fashioned ASS KICKIN'? Or maybe you should go consult your boss before you make that decision.

[tryton]

Tommy gives Adam an antagonizing smirk.

Awwwwwwwwww...what's the matter? I hit a nerve? No man is the boss of me. But I'd expect nothing less from a chump like you to take the low road. So I'll tell you what. You want a match against me tonight? You've got one. And who knows. Maybe some of my mojo will rub off on you when I'm kickin' your teeth in. And when I do beat you tonight, it'll serve as a message to the rest of the roster that Tommy Tryton equals PERFECT...execution.

Tommy laughs as he walks out of the scene.

[adam]

A scowl crosses the face of Adam as Tommy walks away. As talented as he was, it was clear needed to be taught a lesson. And Adam was certainly up to the task of being the teacher.


Fin.