Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 9- It's not just a Job it's life

Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 9- It's not just a job it's the way of life

January 25th 
Louisiana
19:00 EST

*Many times I have been asked if my memory loss affects me in the ring. It does not. Sure I do not know the faces I may other wise once have known. 
But for actual in ring experience, I sweat and bleed wrestling, and in that ring I do not have memory loss and I remember quite easily how to execute a Suplex, how to Power Bomb a big man out of the ring and how to counter and reverse at a timely fashion. 
It's a sixth sense, I can see what my opponents next move will be and reverse or counter it at the proper time in order for my reversal and counters to be effective and accurate. 
  The big struggle is re learning these men's fighting styles but my former rival seems shockingly to of been quite the help and has handed footage over for me to study. 
So does memory loss affect me in the ring? Hardly*

*The door of my private jet opens and the flashes of the cameras are blinding and the yelling out of questionnaires is deafening, but I'm relieved, after a long night and a decent lengthen flight I have finally arrived in Louisiana.  
I'm wearing the out fit I pulled out last night at my hotel. A freshly pressed shirt half tucked into jeans and a loosened tie. The image sends a rather relaxed casual but still preppie look that goes nice with the Faux Hawk hair highlighted with some red.
 I take a step down the stairs as the sports media frenzy starts moving in. I quickly look to the couple of law enforcement officers who read my sign and move in to push the Media back. I then take the rest of the steps smiling the whole way "say cheese" for the blinking eyes that will show tomorrow's front page (should they get a good picture) for Wrestling news in many magazines. Many Media members have shown up, and all want to know if memory loss has affected me in the ring and questioning if that had any effect to my losing last week. I didn't need to answer them as I just gave all of you, WWX fans and superstars that answer at the opening of this promo, this chapter in my life, in my fifth year in the WWX. 
WWXCTV is standing off to my right and they are licensed to take photos the whole time, (as stated in my contract). It's these other Magz that only get occasional good shots. This one would be one of those occasional shots except I have my gym bag holstered up on my left shoulder between my bent head and the large biceps of my arm 'That Drive The Girls Wild' or so too say as I walk towards WWXCTV.  
Once before completely being free of the Media circus I turn and lower the bag for a quick 10 second pose, but only at a distance as my promo is WWXCTV exclusive only.
Once away from the media and alone with the WWX crew I stop and drop my bag.*

TL: Listen I got a few moments I said I would spend with you guys. So let me speak and if you have any questions please save them till the end and I will answer only if I feel the need too. Oh and do not ask me if memory loss has affected me in any way, I will answer while narrating this promo later from my room with you guys. So let's get this show-a-rollin'. 

*I reach into my bag and grab a bottled water just past my Leaf Jersey I wore out when I caught the game the other night in Toronto. It was rushed though unfortunately, as I traveled to Toronto then back to New York right after the game just to come back to Toronto again the next day. I wanted to grab my Diablo I had just learned was parked in a storage garage I purchased back in 2011. I found the receipt while looking for "dear diary" which I was correct and I did not have one. It was worth taking a look though. I called up the storage yard and turned out I had purchased some awesome cars and bikes over the last three years. But the Diablo is my favorite, I am sure it was still my favorite before the memory loss. 
So anyways, I take out the water and open it refreshing my dried lips. Nerves I guess, a big match is on the horizon and I am so close to my goal. As well as I haven't gotten used to not having Doctor Crowder around and well, what ever I won't bore you with all those details, well not today anyways. It was good to be out of the Hospital but I know the good Doc wasn't pleased to have to release me, even temporary while they await results. I know why. I know what concerns him as do all of you, well unless you haven't been watching these past few weeks. 
But the Hospital won't let me pay rent, that's just how it is and they can't have me living there with out reason and PROOF of that reason. I know Doctor Crowder is probably in some meeting discussing me and discussing I be brought back sooner than two weeks.
So after I take a swig of the water and feel myself cooled down and refreshed I turn to the camera.*

TL: The IWA Championship, if I tell you what it means to me, again... It's the piece to the WWX puzzle... You see, I have read my Bio, I have an understanding of all I accomplished, I do not remember it and that is extremely unfortunate. I can't remember some of my best times, That Sucks! 
 But as Chris Stout, Mr. Touchable after all said, "Making New Memories is the way to go."
 So here I am, in Louisiana, preparing in only a couple of days to do just that and make new memories. 
Sucio, Apostle and Apocalypse, you're all fortunate to be a part of those new memories. Sucio, let me finish off Bonns line in your promo... 
And The NEEEEEEWWW IWA Champion... Me Sucio, Tommy Lipton. 
Let us just make that clear, I did not accept Rangers Invitational just too lose!

I'm not coming to lose. I can't lose, you may not all understand this yet, but this win must go to me. I need it. 

"I Want It! Our Time! Together! Unstoppable! Tooooooommmmmmyyyyyy!"

*I remembered thinking to myself, not now, why now, well that is it. I see the padded room now!
Usually I can control the voice, my possessed side. But after I got off that plane and my anxiety over this huge match coming up started kicking in and realizing it's here and now and so much is on the line I just... I lost control. The voice kept talking. That harsh whisper that upset the younger fans of mine I am absolutely sure about just wouldn't leave.*

"Sucio, you whinny piece of crap! Talking crap about how if you don't win you may as well start over. Thanks for seeing us as the great champions we are! Sucio, that statement undermines us. We WILL enjoy taking you apart, ALL of you, bit by!"

*I cover my mouth to shut it up. I take a deep breath and continue once I have control. Or once I think I have control.* 

TL: And what sort of attitude is that? You won't accomplish anything if you keep giving up on yourself! Sucio, you are not a bad wrestler. You just gotta factor in and understand OH and Get! That I'm in this match up, a very hard hitter, although you're good I want this more! And that's what the IWA Title means to me Mr. Ranger. If you're still curious, there you go.  

Sucio, Mr. Abstract, you lose you lose, didn't your folks ever teach you, if you fall down off the horse you gotta get ri-
Actually better yet, think Batman Begins. When Alfred talks to Bruce, Why do we fall Sucio? So we can pick ourselves back up again!

"Now grow a pair or go home!"

*My voice once again a harsh deep whisper. I cover up and perform the same routine, shut up, breath in and out and now go.*

TL: So grow...

"Diamond Dogs, are one thing but we are a golden dog, and we don't fall to the Abstract at all for him to sing songs about, SUCIO! 
Apocalypse won't have songs to sing either, except for songs of gloom as he retreats to wherever Hell he came from with his head dropped low in defeat. 
 None of the two of you can stop us! We are-"

*And routine...
This has become worse and worse, I've on a couple of occasions almost called the good Doctor Crowder. But I'll never forget, white rooms, full of pads and stray jackets! 
This voice still taking me over, I can't control what I say some times... When the harsh low, deep gloomy voice sweeps in, my body is taken over. Not my mind ironically. After all of this, I know what I am doing I just don't have conscience control over it. 
And finish routine*

TL: Apocalypse, Apostle and Sucio, your days like Blain Evans and Krimzon Blazes are quickly numbering down. And I won't cheat to win, unlike the stunts I have heard I've pulled in the past, and I did a little bad deed here and there before 2009, but this Ranger Invitational, I am winning fair and square.

*No dirty strategies, I will not fall completely to the voice.*

TL: This match though set for no Disqualification will see the most honorable victory take place, because should any of you think to cheat to win, OR should some low life interfere and ruin this opportunity for me, I will look for you, I will find you and I will beat you!
Legit Krimzon, if you are watching, keep it legit. 

*I grab the strap to my gym bag and am about to lift it but then I let go as I decide I have a little more to say.*

TL: Sucio, As the drums kick in, a sharp object stabs through the middle of the canvas and tears straight through the photograph, directly through Tommy Lipton's torso and the object drags sideways through the canvas and goes right through Ethan Taylor then through David GS. The object dissapears then suddenly a boot goes through the canvas right where Lipton's head is. There is now a large hole where Lipton's head used to be.

"The truth may get distorted, the wall scrapings get snorted, I'm on attack so watch your back, you might as well call it a day,"

Okay...
So you're attempting some twisted up sh*t in there, interesting. 
But...

"Your songs, your poster cut outs of us won't save you!"

*Routine. This is becoming frustrating, I only hope that it does not take me over at Fury, I do not know how dangerous this thing really is, but I have a feeling it won't be a pretty picture should it take over.*

TL: Where was I, Oh yes.

*Indeed the WWXCTV crew are starting to give me weird looks, it's rather unpleasent.*

TL: Sucio, you can show the fans a boot taking off my head, or suggesting I watch my back and saying I should call it a day. I don't know, Sucio, I think I'll be in that ring, because I won't call it a day till the IWA title has been handed my way and we hear Bonn say, And your NEW Champ is Tommy Lipton ... Okay? OKAY!

Hope we understand each other, and remember a photograph can't counter strike, I can.

*I feel I have discussed Sucio enough and now we must leave this for the ring to finish the rest.
Apostle hasn't really said too much, but I have made it clear that I do see him there but he is of little concern to me, since he wants to play this out with out words we can just settle this when we are in the ring.*

TL: Apocalypse I know what your thinking coming into this match, No DQ, you can use weapons and you probably think since you were a multiple Triple A Champ that you have this one bagged. Am I right? I told you I did my home work on my opponents. 
The thing is, I can get hard core when I need to, so Sucio or Apocalypse or heck even Apostle! If you want to try and torture me with weapons I say, give it your best shot. But Apocalypse... Guys, ask WMD about me, he's seen me push through torture and pain to achieve victory. I have a heart that won't quit! 
No steel chair or bat, or Rail Road Spike, Sucio, will stop me from reaching my goal! 
So Apocalypse, bring yourself and your achievements in the hard core division, but they won't help you when this Golden Dog is on the hunt for glory! 
  I made the mistake by relaxing on you last week, but this week will be different. 
I'm back, focused on my goal and no one will stop me! 

*Now I pick up my gym bag and walk past a corner where my Limo that will drive me to my hotel just down the street from the Cajun Dome awaits my arrival. 
The long road is almost done just a little further left to travel before I stand toe to toe with our IWA Champion.*

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January 23th
Present time
Louisiana 

[The scene is cut off and re opened as we now find Tommy Lipton sitting in a Jacuzzi tub in his room. His gym bag is unpacked on its condiments are spread over the couch that faces the 30 inch television that is showing a Nick Mason Promo. Nick Mason's mention of Tommy's name with a respectful context has Tommy look over.]

TL: That a boy, now here is a guy that knows talent and knows how to be respectful towards those deserving. Although his mention of admiring a murderer like Lance is unfortunate. Lance's most recent prom has me wondering if he will remain in this Federation or have to do his fighting from a court yard in a Penitentiary.

[Tommy Lipton hops out of the tub as a blur is replaced on your TV screen to hide his 'package' Tommy reaches for a towel and shakes his head at the camera.]

TL: I think I have spoken more than enough this week. I have addressed my personal health, I have discussed how I felt about losing last week, I have discussed my opponents and this match we find ourselves in. I have reached out too address Lance and Darkness. I have seen my place in New York and what has become of my place in Canada.
Now I have acknowledged Nick Mason's sign of respect. 
What more is there? I covered yet again what the IWA title means to me. I have strategized in my head how I plan to fight this match and win. I have read up and researched the dark Paladin, Apostel, the Abstract Wrestler, Sucio and the great destroyer Apocalypse. I know where their strengths are in this match, I know Sucio and Apocalypse live for hard core. Who knows maybe that's why the voice is coming through more this week than previous ones. He hears these guys want to play and I believe the voice, the other me is dying to play too. 
 Seriously though, what more is there for me too say?
I rather not have you three stooges gawking at me. 

[Tommy refers to the three WWXCTV crew members in his room.]

TL: Nope, I think it's time you give me and the devil inside me some alone time. I think I deserve some peace and quiet before my huge match on Fury.
So if you don't mind.

Crew Member#1: We will have to just double check with Mr. Ranger. We are not to leave your side with out authorization.

[The crew member gets Mr. Ranger, the WWX Owner on the line. The two talk about half a minute. The crew member hangs up his phone and the nerdy lookin' fella approaches a towel wrapped and slightly impatient Tommy Lipton.]

Crew Member#1: The big cheese said, and pardon me Mr. Lipton, but he wants me to quote him precisely. "Awe, poor Lippy wants alone time, umm, no."

[The crew member looks scared for his life as Tommy takes a step towards him. But Tommy stops, his eyes become glued to the TV screen as Sucio releases another promo and Apocalypse soon after that. Tommy sits while he watches his opponents go off about him and each other.]

TL: Well I thought I was done with Sucio, but BigWig... Has Been?
Sucio, where you have witnessed me sitting at a desk doing paper work, my last memory was of the ring, not management stuff. So if I had pull in the company, I wouldn't even know. I'm not trying to win this by creating a group of the new generation superstars or even the old. I am coming to win this fair and square. 
 You can try and cheat out a win, maybe that is your plan, maybe I heard wrong. 
But Sucio, realise this, when we meet, and I'm raising you up on my shoulders and slamming you down I HOPE you think back to this day and remember that the man who just Bounced your body off the canvas the Man who just won the fatal four way was a NOTHING, just a Big Wig HASBEEN! Remember today, for those words you will soon choke on! 

And Apocalypse, FINALLY you show up and pleasure our ears with you blabbering bull crap! So you choke slammed me last week, you got through so that makes you think...

[Tommy pounds his naked wet chest. He speaks in a deep mocking tone.]

TL: I AM APOCALYPSE I AM UNSTOPPABLE!

[In his normal voice he continues.]

TL: I've heard Sucio and many others refer to me as Mr. WWX. A nick name I learned was handed to me over these recent years. Maybe there is a reason I was named that. I hear it in Sucio, and Nick Mason, Darkness and many others, I hear my name mentioned with respect. Even in all of Sucio's verbal assaults he recognizes me for all I have accomplished and obviously respects me for it. 
Sucio, I'm not that old, and you are about to learn that the hard way. This is a job, but not only a job, it is my life JUST as much as it is yours! I am here not for the money, heck I could own you with the cash I have! Sucio, I am here, I am fighting because I am a fighter, and fighters have to fight! This is a job, but it's not just a job to me. I suggest you get that through that head of yours! Apocalypse, I hope you don't plan to show up to the match last minute, like you did for WWXCTV. Man why can't Ranger get the camera guys glued to you? They can't leave my side... Even when I want them too! Oh wait, probably because no one cares what Apocalypse is going to say. He's just not as entertaining as Tommy Lipton, or from what you all call me.... MR. WWX!
You will feel the pain on Fury, both physical and when I walk away in victory the mental.
I have come to fight, I have come to win and I will leave Fury and advance in the Ranger Invitational and I will leave Fury one step closer to my goal!

[FTB]