Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 10- Who WE Are

Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 10. 

-February 2nd 2012-
-Undisclosed location-
-18:08 HRS-

[Tommy Lipton is found sitting on a cement floor wearing a white beater that shows his pecks trying to break through. His knee's are bent up with his huge arms folded over. He is chuckling, and in that deep harsh whisper Tommy speaks through the crazed giggles.]

"He thinks he knows us. Hehehe. He calls us decorated and accomplished. Hehehehe. He calls us dedicated to the WWX. He calls us what he knows of us, but... Hehehehehe. He doesn't know what brought us here. What we did to become a wrestler in the WWX. Hehehehehe. He doesn't know what we went through to earn the right to be here, in the WWX or here in this Tournaments final match. Hehehehe. Blain Evans thinks he knows us, so does Max Siegel. Hehehehehe. We can tell you are whole life, the times we felt lost and scared, even in the hardest of times, the darkest of times, holding on to the will to accomplish our dream... BUT... STILL... 
You'll never us!
Or Max, you would know you don't need to make us famous, we already are!
Hehehe"

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Armada 2009:

Darkness: So, in other words, we're in the middle of nowhere, circling the Bermuda Triangle, and we have no |BLEEP|ing idea what we're up against!? You told us you had this all figured out!
Lipton: ...I thought I did. I guess I let these myths get the best of me...
Steel: Well, what do we do?
[Lipton looks up and tries to calm down as ceaseless fighting goes on around him. He realizes he was never prepared to take this on as he shuts his eyes as takes a deep breath; his exhale being heavily shaky.]
Lipton: {Opening his eyes} Leave.
Darkness: Sir?
Lipton: Get the hell out of here. I need to go through this alone. If that means passing through the unknown, then so be it. I want my gold, and I can't have you two get dragged into it. If someone has to die, it shouldn't have to be one of you. Don't come back for me.
Darkness: {Pirate accent, bowing head} Aye, sir.
[Steel gives Lipton a grappling hook and Lipton throws it up and wraps it around the chain above. Lipton starts to climb as the |BLEEP|el departs.]

[After the match, Tommy Lipton sat watching the Dutchman and all that was vanishing before his eyes along with the WWX Championship title belt. He sat on a rock that was sticking out from the sea. He sat and waited along with some of his contenders who doggy paddled in circles exhausted from the battle and trying to stay a float. They all waited for help to arrive. 
While Tommy Lipton sat in victory as the new Champion with out his belt that he gave up in order too save the lives of his Blood Pack he thought long and hard of his life that he had journeyed to bring him to this moment.]

June 1999
Bloor Street Toronto Ontario

[The smell of sweat filled the air in side the small basement where two young males were swinging at each other wildly, equipped with Karate issued sparring gloves and mouth piece, no other equipment was given as these two young adolescents battled which many who watched could assume, to the death. One young male was wearing blue shorts and the other was wearing green. Although they swung with wild force, they swung with skill, each swing targeting the (Security standard yellow areas of the face- Chin and Nose).
The official, 'Official' used loosely here, was a big guy in sweats and a white shirt with black strips coated on with a black marker, stood in the ring with a smoke hanging off his lip. The smoke from his lips added to the already smoke filled air from the bystanders who were watching on as the two young ones fought in a beaten down old ring. A man from the audience, who looked as raggedy as the ring the two kids fought in stood up.]

Man: C'MON TOMMY KNOCK THAT B*TCH OUT! I GOT FIVE BUCKS ON YOU!

[Tommy Lipton was the one wearing the green shorts that were covered with his blood as he now worked the body of the blue shorts kid.

  Tommy would go on to win this fight with an upper cut that sent the blue shorts flat on his back and an arm bar to insure a submission victory. 
After the 'Official' raised Tommy's arm in victory, Tommy would get his 15 bucks and once again be out on the street.]

 ARMADA 2009

 [Sitting on that rock he thought of his first official fight in that basement beneath the Butcher shop on Bloor Street. Tommy thought of his other fights he had had after that one and his life on the streets in general that built him up to be one of WWX's toughest competitors. 
  Tommy thought on his folks; you see Tommy was a run away, he had left home at age 15 after a rather ridiculous fight with his father (Teenage adolescence at the highest).
The fight wasn't what really set Tommy off; it was his will too dream. He had wanted to be the best of the best and succeed as a professional fighter. His parents, well of course were not digging this dream of his nor would they support it. So he ran away and learned his skill from the slimiest of slime in the dump of all dumpsters. Like that basement, he would also fight in abandoned warehouses and even parking lots at 1 in the morning some times. 

  In 2002 Tommy Lipton would finally be entertaining the world under the alias name DPB. He would take what he learned on the streets, not just the skill, but the anger and he would combined it to become one of the meanest bad a$$ wrestlers to enter the ring. That was of course before his preaching days with the company where he turned to God. 
He was still that lost 16 year old, not the 19 year old the Federations fans watched on their television screens or live. 
It wasn't until the summer of 2005 when he had been absent for many years from the fans eyes. He had been in Japan learning technical strategies, mastering the art of take downs and submission holds when he met a man, Akihiro, who was a worshipped elder in the world of Karate. Akihiro, (which means Great Brightness) was Tommy Lipton's Mr. Miyagi.
Akihiro taught Tommy Katas, proper breathing techniques and the way to visualize enemy strikes prior to the action. He taught discipline (which at points had Tommy missing home, but not as much as he did on those cold nights waiting to get into a shelter) and self defense that Tommy needed to learn especially later in life when he faced off against the likes of Corporal Sanders or the Legend Rick Dreamie to his matches with David GS whom of course he at the moment can not recall. Akihiro taught Tommy through out the summer and then some and then in the late winter 0f 2006 Tommy returned to Canada, and signed up for Boxing classes that his only skill came from a few kick boxing matches he agreed too for some extra coin late 1999. He then sat down in 2007 an accomplished young adult, with a resume of won championships and trophies; he of course had money from the Federations he joined prior to his trip to Japan left over to allow himself to appear before Duncan McIver as a clean cut and respectfully dressed gentlemen. In 2007, Tommy Lipton was signed to the WWX.  

So Tommy sits starring out to the open sea in 2009, reminiscing how he came to be the winner of Armada and the New WWX Champion. A Championship he can not remember losing. But here in 2012, Tommy Lipton is not a Champion, but a man once again on a mission, with the will to dream of becoming WWX's IWA Champion!]

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-February 2nd 2012-
-The destination is unknown-
-18:00 HRS-
-Minutes before the opening scene- 

"The young men will replace what was.
 The old gladiators will be killed off.
A new city will be built.
 What was will be no more, what is will be the future.
The stained mat will hold memories.
 They along with the Legends become vintage, and the past.
They are what was."

[Tommy Lipton opens the scene with a creepy low harsh voice, that deep voice that can not be hidden any more. It was visible and let itself be seen and heard loudly on Fury where Tommy Lipton faced off against three other men. One who had claimed to be the new generation of the WWX. Like Blaine and Max may claim to be. The young dogs seeking to take control of this Terrain, a Terrain that has been Tommy Lipton's home for five years now.]

"We built this place; our blood is that which is stained in the mat."

[Tommy Lipton paces the long white hall way. Back and forth as he holds his shaking head.]

"We are not the past. We are still here!
Sucio thought he could beat us. Apocalypse and Apostle thought they could be the victor and lay us out. They were wrong.
Why would you think you would not meet the same fate? 
Max Siegel, a man who throws around tough words through others accomplishments, hyping up David GS for things you wish you could do. BUT, Max, your home work has failed you dearly, and that could have you see yourself defeated should you fail in the ring against me like you did with your words. 
We know now all that we accomplished and we know of this DGS, a man who wanted ever so badly to achieve more than us. A man who failed his last three attempts to take what was ours, just as you will fail this weekend from taking away our opportunity to get the IWA Title! Then you and he can share the same achievements together, when it matters neither of you two can pull through when in the ring with Tommy Lipton!

Blaine Evans, we are sorry about your dad, we know how important elders guidance can be for us. Akihiro was our guidance. He taught us the art of fighting. Blaine, you showed us respect by acknowledging all we have done, but our accomplishments are far from over. As you know we are here to win this. Our time has not yet past and week after week we make this clearer and clearer."

[Tommy stops pacing.]

 "Do we look old in your eyes? Do we look worn or tired? 
Sucio, were we too old to take the pain that the Killamangiro caused? Apostle were we too old to handle a powerbomb or Apocalypse, did are joints cramp after that Pump Handle Slam?
Were we too weak to lift Apocalypse up and slam him, Apostle or Sucio?
Old and weak was what Apocalypse called us. Was that what we were the other night?"

[Tommy Lipton slams both hands against the wall and looks at the camera.]

"Will a new generation just huff puff and blow OUR house down?!
The WWX is our house and the sooner Blaine Evans and Max Siegel learn that the better!"

[Tommy Lipton jerks his leg up against the wall as he leans his back against the wall and pops a piece of gum into his mouth. His face is pale, his eyes are blood shot. Tommy starts to hum 'You are my sunshine'. 
Tommy's cell phone begins to ring. Slowly Tommy presses the speaker option on his IPhone.]

"What!?"

V/O: Tommy? Tommy it is me, Doctor Steve Crowder! Where have you been? ....We... I have been.... Looking for you?

"Tommy has stepped away for a little while Doctor, but he can still hear you. We can hear you."

Doc: We...

"You can talk to us."

Doc: I would really like that Mr... 

"What do you want Doctor?"

Doc: You said WE so who are you?

"The man who made sure we advanced in this Tournament. The man who knows, no guts no glory and the man who gave us strength to take out the mighty giants and the Abstract wrestler who claimed he was going to start this year off by taking us out and winning the James Ranger Invitational."

Doc: And a name?

"What do you want Doctor?"

Doc: I would like to meet with Tommy...

"No"

Doc: Put Tommy on the phone!

"I AM TOMMY LIPTON!"

Doc: He's lost it! I hope they find him... 

[The Doctor obviously fails to cover the mouth piece as we can still hear the Doctor's comment, which evidently causes Tommy to hit 'end call'. Tommy then looks at his phone.]

"You can't find us Doctor! We are not yet done. This week we see the Tournament brought to an end! We see US moving forward to get back what is OURS!"

[Tommy's cell rings again. Darkness' name appears on the caller ID.]

"Darky, Darky"

Darkness: Tommy? What the hell is wrong with your voice? What was going on inside that ring on Fury? Can we meet, we need to talk and... Well Doctor Crowder is looking for you, he seems concerned. Are you okay? 

"We are fine Darky!"

Darkness: You don't sound it... You know a lot is at stake at Aftershock this weekend... The Tournament in which you must win in order to advance to the title match and also, James Ranger is giving the winner the position of GM! Tommy Lipton, you need to take on the responsibility. Imagine if one of those other two were to win this? You can not allow for that, you know the job! Even If You Can Not Remember! The job came naturally too you and no memory loss can change natural talent! You won the friggin' award for GM of the year for-

"We don't intend to lose! We are also NOT concerned over General Management! A stipulation that may interest the other two, but us, we want something more grand. We are concerned for only one thing, OUR Championship belt that we deserve!"

Darkness: Why are you talking like that? Are you okay Tom?

"We are better than okay!"

Darkness: A lot is on the line, and not only that, we have other dealings that need tending to, I hope you are okay. And stop saying WE...
You're even creeping ME out!

[Tommy punches 'End Call' he slides the phone into his pocket and once again shakes his head and now pulls at his hair.]

"It's Ours It's Ours IT'S OURS!!!"

[Tommy puts a fist through the dry walled wall, busting the 2x4 support beam with in in half and grins. The same grin he gave Sucio when he was in the Killamangiro.]

"You want new... You want the old out... We are new... You have never faced anything like us... Blaine Evans, Max Siegel, WE are very new!"

[Tommy grabs his head now with both hands and shakes furiously.]

TL: GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!!

[Tommy Lipton screams at the voice, at himself.]

"You NEED US! You know that, that is why we worked together on Fury and it is why we will do the same at After Shock and be successful; You Need Us! Together!"

[Tommy's cell rings again. Once Tommy pulls the phone out we see the Caller ID; The Doctors personal cell phone. Tommy ignores it sliding the phone back in his pocket.]

TL: I take it back, please leave. I can do this on my own!

"On your own? But we are one and you will not f*ck this up for us! Together! Together Tommy, Blain Evans, Max Siegel do not stand a chance!"

[Tommy drops down and spits out his gum as he rests against the wall.]

TL: What have I done?

[The hall way is taken over by the echo of laughter coming from Tommy Lipton's possessed side.]

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Fade To Black]