Post by tommylipton on Mar 5, 2021 19:35:03 GMT -5
A calming melody 🎵 plays from the phone sitting on the night stand beside a bed. Tommy Lipton rolls over and picks it up, his eyes squinting from the bright light he pushes the side button to turn off the alarm.
He rolls back over and kisses his wife. He then slowly gets out of bed, arching his back with his arms high over head before bringing them down and swinging his arms side to side, stretching.
He puts on a pair of Nike shorts and a sweater and exits the room. Waiting for him is Fred who hands him a mug filled with black coffee.
Fred: I'll have your breakfast ready in just over an hour?
Tommy looks at his phone.
TL: 6:30 should be good Fred, thanks.
Tommy Lipton walks the long hallway to the end where he enters an elevator. He hits a button. When the doors open, Tommy steps out into a room filled with training equipment, punching bags, a ring, and on the wall, 85" TV that's already turned on and set for the morning News. Volume down captions on.
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MEANWHILE approximately 45 minutes later, upstairs in the kitchen....
Blair sits with Fred at the kitchen table. Bacon and eggs popping from the oil on the frying pan is seen on the stove top.
Blair: What do you think Fred? You think he has one more big match in him?
Fred: Of course I do, why do you ask?
Blair: Syndicates comments, they are true, every hit speeds up that clock towards my husband's inevitable end in this business... He doesn't sleep well at night either, I fear he's in more pain than he lets on... HEY! GET OUT OF HERE!
Blair shouts at the cam crew.
Fred: You lost?
Fred stands up and moves towards the screen.
Fred: Please this way I will take you to where Mr. Lipton is having his morning work out. I thought you had all come together... Not to worry. But I do suggest you do not get in his way or distract him when he's training, but you are permitted to record his season. He should be done soon.
Cam Crew: Is Tommy Lipton okay?
Fred: Mr. Lipton is more than okay, he is the Champion, nothing will change and Mrs. Lipton, she's his wife, her role in all this is to worry.
------Back in the Gym-----
Tommy finishes his skip rope, sweat dripping from his short trimmed hair. He looks at the clock, then he looks at the TV which is showing an Ad to this weekend's Holiday Hell, he and Syndicate are the featured main event. Tommy sets the rope down and grabs his 2.5 L jug of water and a towel. He takes a drink.
Fred appears now in the room holding a plate of eggs and bacon, some Greek yogurt with oats and berries on a tray and sets it down on a near by table. Fred also has a bag over his shoulder that he sets down next to the table.
Fred: Sir, what you requested and your breakfast.
Tommy Lipton, smiles and nods and chugs the jug of water and then heads to the table off to the side and takes a seat. He picks up a piece of bacon and looks at it as if examining it. He then takes a bite and closes his eyes.
TL: Training, also known as dull eating. So enjoying these blissful moments with the greasy food is great. As the rest of the day consists of clean eating, and low sodium. Anyways!! Thanks for being patient. I got a few moments here to have a bite to eat and discuss my upcoming match before I hit the weights. It's funny actually, as I am sitting here eyeing this food, this business is about who's hungry, who's willing to fight to fill their plate. As Syndicate as well as others in this wrestling business, have said before, we fight to sit at the table. In a way, we fight to fill our plate, because we are hungry. Fighters survive on that hunger feeling.
Tommy grabs the piece of bacon and consumes it.
TL: So where do I begin? Do I discuss the WWX locker, and all of them fighting for the Cup to eventually face off for the WWX Championship? Perhaps I discuss my previous opponent, the Legend, Krimzon Blaze? Or do I go straight to the obvious, Syndicate?
Tommy grabs another piece of bacon and chews it as he looks to be giving thought to what he is about to say and address to the WWX Universe.
TL: How about I'll discuss things in that order? So go ahead Syndi, this is being pre-recorded, so you can fast forward to the end if you want to only hear what I say about you directly.
Tommy Lipton takes a few more bites of his food, he washes it down with some water and clears his throat.
TL: The Colosseum Cup, a tournament to determine who in the WWX will next be in line for this! An opportunity for all! I may have my differences with James Ranger in my current situation in the WWX, but I will not lie about the fact that this Cup was a good call.
Contrary to what Syndicate has said about me, I in fact have shown time and time again that the rebirth of WWX Federation was and still is important to me. This Cup allows the roster an opportunity to set their place in this Federation, and show what they are capable of. And one will score a shot at the WWX Champion, currently, that means one of these men will face off against me. I know they are all excited and ready to see the main event battle at Holiday Hell, to see who walks out as the Champion, and a potential future opponent for one of the stars on the roster!
Tommy picks up a spoon and takes in a mouthful of his yogurt.
TL: Hunger, that drive to want more. I have been in a couple of tournaments before and it always comes down to who is the most hungry for success.
Tommy takes a chug of his water and sets it down, he then grabs a small hand towel and wipes away the perspiration forming on his forehead.
TL: I want to move on now and get to discussing last week's match up with Krimzon Blaze. Now Krimzon, he has already addressed Syndicates actions, and much in the points Blaze brought up, I fully agree with.
I was happy to see Krimzon finally found his voice. Our match really never got going before someone rudely interrupted us. But perhaps on this journey, he and I will face off again. After all, we both have the title of Legend, I know the fans would pay to see a rematch happen. Alex, my PR girl, I should get her looking into this. See what type of draws we would get, and the potential ratings WWX would get from this...
Tommy Lipton takes a few more bites. All that's left is a piece of bacon on his plate. Tommy suddenly shoots up a hand and waves.
TL: Syndicate, Syndicate! You can stop fast forwarding and listen from here on, because now, I will be addressing you, directly...
Tommy grins and leans over to grab the bag. He pulls the WWX Championship from it and stands up. He tosses it over his right shoulder.
TL: I know, earlier on, while you were addressing the Federation, you missed this "Holy Grail" well friend, it's found its way back home! It's over my shoulder now, exactly where it belongs.
Tommy gives it a few pats on the face plate.
TL: You now admit to your own greed, your own lusting for this belt. You have spent almost a year calling me the devil. And yet, you are the one who asked for the inferno match, a match where we are surrounded by flames. You claim it's to remind me of home... But currently, my place of origin is here, in Canada, where it is -7 and bloody cold outside! Furthest from any signs of heat and flames! You see, you have now proven to be the pot called the kettle black. You discussed me as being corrupted. And yet Syndi, now you have sided with James Ranger to not only get another Championship match against me but to get to determine the match in which we do battle in. YOU, now claim to be the one in control and your first assignment in your new found friendship with James Ranger, is to benefit only yourself.
Tommy Lipton nods.
TL: Yes, it is very true. You have arranged finally a way to attempt to overthrow me as a Champion. So while you act like you are the better, stronger individual, it is really a handicapped match. Tommy Lipton, versus Syndicate AND James Ranger at Holiday Hell! But you will see nothing will be different, you will go toe to toe with the greatest of them all, Tommy Lipton AND... You will lose! Sure you have gotten the better of me for the past couple of months. You buried me next to Capone, you assaulted me over and over... You even stole this!
Tommy pats the belt.
TL: And you paraded it around for months. But it is back home, where it rightfully belongs!
Tommy grabs the last piece of bacon. He eats it. He stares at the plate.
TL: and, OH, it looks like my plates empty and Syndicate, I am still hungry!
Tommy Smiles
TL: And as for you looking to take my place at the table... I am not leaving this table anytime soon, and definitely not at Holiday Hell!
Tommy looks into the lens of the camera....
TL: I am Mr. WWX, and you are in my house! See you.... SOON!
Tommy unclips the WWX World Championship and raises it looking stone cold into the eye of the camera...
(Fade to Black)
*Note: Pre-Recorded on the morning of 3/5/21 - All camera crew remained distant and wearing PPE
He rolls back over and kisses his wife. He then slowly gets out of bed, arching his back with his arms high over head before bringing them down and swinging his arms side to side, stretching.
He puts on a pair of Nike shorts and a sweater and exits the room. Waiting for him is Fred who hands him a mug filled with black coffee.
Fred: I'll have your breakfast ready in just over an hour?
Tommy looks at his phone.
TL: 6:30 should be good Fred, thanks.
Tommy Lipton walks the long hallway to the end where he enters an elevator. He hits a button. When the doors open, Tommy steps out into a room filled with training equipment, punching bags, a ring, and on the wall, 85" TV that's already turned on and set for the morning News. Volume down captions on.
-------
MEANWHILE approximately 45 minutes later, upstairs in the kitchen....
Blair sits with Fred at the kitchen table. Bacon and eggs popping from the oil on the frying pan is seen on the stove top.
Blair: What do you think Fred? You think he has one more big match in him?
Fred: Of course I do, why do you ask?
Blair: Syndicates comments, they are true, every hit speeds up that clock towards my husband's inevitable end in this business... He doesn't sleep well at night either, I fear he's in more pain than he lets on... HEY! GET OUT OF HERE!
Blair shouts at the cam crew.
Fred: You lost?
Fred stands up and moves towards the screen.
Fred: Please this way I will take you to where Mr. Lipton is having his morning work out. I thought you had all come together... Not to worry. But I do suggest you do not get in his way or distract him when he's training, but you are permitted to record his season. He should be done soon.
Cam Crew: Is Tommy Lipton okay?
Fred: Mr. Lipton is more than okay, he is the Champion, nothing will change and Mrs. Lipton, she's his wife, her role in all this is to worry.
------Back in the Gym-----
Tommy finishes his skip rope, sweat dripping from his short trimmed hair. He looks at the clock, then he looks at the TV which is showing an Ad to this weekend's Holiday Hell, he and Syndicate are the featured main event. Tommy sets the rope down and grabs his 2.5 L jug of water and a towel. He takes a drink.
Fred appears now in the room holding a plate of eggs and bacon, some Greek yogurt with oats and berries on a tray and sets it down on a near by table. Fred also has a bag over his shoulder that he sets down next to the table.
Fred: Sir, what you requested and your breakfast.
Tommy Lipton, smiles and nods and chugs the jug of water and then heads to the table off to the side and takes a seat. He picks up a piece of bacon and looks at it as if examining it. He then takes a bite and closes his eyes.
TL: Training, also known as dull eating. So enjoying these blissful moments with the greasy food is great. As the rest of the day consists of clean eating, and low sodium. Anyways!! Thanks for being patient. I got a few moments here to have a bite to eat and discuss my upcoming match before I hit the weights. It's funny actually, as I am sitting here eyeing this food, this business is about who's hungry, who's willing to fight to fill their plate. As Syndicate as well as others in this wrestling business, have said before, we fight to sit at the table. In a way, we fight to fill our plate, because we are hungry. Fighters survive on that hunger feeling.
Tommy grabs the piece of bacon and consumes it.
TL: So where do I begin? Do I discuss the WWX locker, and all of them fighting for the Cup to eventually face off for the WWX Championship? Perhaps I discuss my previous opponent, the Legend, Krimzon Blaze? Or do I go straight to the obvious, Syndicate?
Tommy grabs another piece of bacon and chews it as he looks to be giving thought to what he is about to say and address to the WWX Universe.
TL: How about I'll discuss things in that order? So go ahead Syndi, this is being pre-recorded, so you can fast forward to the end if you want to only hear what I say about you directly.
Tommy Lipton takes a few more bites of his food, he washes it down with some water and clears his throat.
TL: The Colosseum Cup, a tournament to determine who in the WWX will next be in line for this! An opportunity for all! I may have my differences with James Ranger in my current situation in the WWX, but I will not lie about the fact that this Cup was a good call.
Contrary to what Syndicate has said about me, I in fact have shown time and time again that the rebirth of WWX Federation was and still is important to me. This Cup allows the roster an opportunity to set their place in this Federation, and show what they are capable of. And one will score a shot at the WWX Champion, currently, that means one of these men will face off against me. I know they are all excited and ready to see the main event battle at Holiday Hell, to see who walks out as the Champion, and a potential future opponent for one of the stars on the roster!
Tommy picks up a spoon and takes in a mouthful of his yogurt.
TL: Hunger, that drive to want more. I have been in a couple of tournaments before and it always comes down to who is the most hungry for success.
Tommy takes a chug of his water and sets it down, he then grabs a small hand towel and wipes away the perspiration forming on his forehead.
TL: I want to move on now and get to discussing last week's match up with Krimzon Blaze. Now Krimzon, he has already addressed Syndicates actions, and much in the points Blaze brought up, I fully agree with.
I was happy to see Krimzon finally found his voice. Our match really never got going before someone rudely interrupted us. But perhaps on this journey, he and I will face off again. After all, we both have the title of Legend, I know the fans would pay to see a rematch happen. Alex, my PR girl, I should get her looking into this. See what type of draws we would get, and the potential ratings WWX would get from this...
Tommy Lipton takes a few more bites. All that's left is a piece of bacon on his plate. Tommy suddenly shoots up a hand and waves.
TL: Syndicate, Syndicate! You can stop fast forwarding and listen from here on, because now, I will be addressing you, directly...
Tommy grins and leans over to grab the bag. He pulls the WWX Championship from it and stands up. He tosses it over his right shoulder.
TL: I know, earlier on, while you were addressing the Federation, you missed this "Holy Grail" well friend, it's found its way back home! It's over my shoulder now, exactly where it belongs.
Tommy gives it a few pats on the face plate.
TL: You now admit to your own greed, your own lusting for this belt. You have spent almost a year calling me the devil. And yet, you are the one who asked for the inferno match, a match where we are surrounded by flames. You claim it's to remind me of home... But currently, my place of origin is here, in Canada, where it is -7 and bloody cold outside! Furthest from any signs of heat and flames! You see, you have now proven to be the pot called the kettle black. You discussed me as being corrupted. And yet Syndi, now you have sided with James Ranger to not only get another Championship match against me but to get to determine the match in which we do battle in. YOU, now claim to be the one in control and your first assignment in your new found friendship with James Ranger, is to benefit only yourself.
Tommy Lipton nods.
TL: Yes, it is very true. You have arranged finally a way to attempt to overthrow me as a Champion. So while you act like you are the better, stronger individual, it is really a handicapped match. Tommy Lipton, versus Syndicate AND James Ranger at Holiday Hell! But you will see nothing will be different, you will go toe to toe with the greatest of them all, Tommy Lipton AND... You will lose! Sure you have gotten the better of me for the past couple of months. You buried me next to Capone, you assaulted me over and over... You even stole this!
Tommy pats the belt.
TL: And you paraded it around for months. But it is back home, where it rightfully belongs!
Tommy grabs the last piece of bacon. He eats it. He stares at the plate.
TL: and, OH, it looks like my plates empty and Syndicate, I am still hungry!
Tommy Smiles
TL: And as for you looking to take my place at the table... I am not leaving this table anytime soon, and definitely not at Holiday Hell!
Tommy looks into the lens of the camera....
TL: I am Mr. WWX, and you are in my house! See you.... SOON!
Tommy unclips the WWX World Championship and raises it looking stone cold into the eye of the camera...
(Fade to Black)
*Note: Pre-Recorded on the morning of 3/5/21 - All camera crew remained distant and wearing PPE