Post by The Sam on Apr 14, 2009 2:48:42 GMT -5
(we see a photo of The Sam and Tromboneman celebrating at Gookermania 2008)
(we pan back to see The Sam sitting on a chair looking at the photo placed on the wall behind him)
The Sam - hmm, you know, it's funny. You spend so much time making something that when that something decides to leave. You almost feel empathy towards it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is The Sam, and I am the Manager of Champions. And tonight I want to talk about a former friend of mine, Tromboneman.
You see, last August, WWCF burst onto the scene. WWCF represented the new blood of professional wrestling. WWCF represented new challenges faced upon the greatest of men. WWCF represented the future of this business.
It was in August of last year that I held the The Sam Pledge Drive. Where I asked people to send in resumes, and whoever resume impressed me the most, I would become their manager.
Well, several thousand entries were sent to yours truly. Many men wanted to be associated with the best in this business today. And out of those thousands. 3 men stood out among all others. Littlenaitch, Tyfo and Tromboneman.
Tromboneman had everything you could want. He had the wrestling abiluty, the charismatic charisma and the overall physique of a champion. And with my help, I made Tromboneman a champion. It was because of me that Tromboneman won the Money in the Bank ladder match. It was because of ME that Tromboneman became the first ever Tromboneweight champion. It was because of ME that Tromboneman is considered a true champion in the eyes of many.
But then that wasn't enough. Now Tromboneman has decided that being a Winner isn't all it's cracked up to be. Tromboneman has now decided that The Family isn't good enough for him. Now Tromboneman wants to do it on his own.
Tromboneman, listen to me, if it wasn't for me you would still be a nobody in this business. AND NOW YOU SPIT IN MY FACE BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T HANDLE A KICK IN THE FACE FROM TYFO YOU SON OF A BITCH!
THIS IS THE FAMILY! YOUR ONLY AS GOOD AS I SAY YOU ARE! WHEN I SAY JUMP YOU SAY HOW HIGH? YOU LISTEN TO ME, YOU GO TO THE TOP...you don't listen to me, YOUR NEVER HEARD FROM AGAIN!
But hey, you've allready made your decision Tromboneman. You decided that being a winner isn't everything you wanted. So now you decided to hang out with a has been, a never was been and a stoner. But remember Tromboneman, it was YOUR decision, not mine. Don't come crawling back when you find out the reality doesn't match the fantasy. So to Tromboneman, a man who I once respected, I say so long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, good night. It was nice knowing you.
But before you decide to dissapear into obscuirty, I have one more thing to tell you.
I was looking over the paperwork before and I realised something. You haven't defended your Tromboneweight title in the past 30 days. And according to the WWCF by-laws, that is grounds for a title being stripped. So I contacted the WWCF comitee and I am here to tell you Tromboneman that you are no longer the WWCF Tromboneweight champion.
(The Sam reaches down and grabs the Tromboneweight title)
And since I still technically own the title, I am now decalring that the Tromboneweight title will be suspended for a brief period of time until a suitable replacement can be made.
My name is The Sam, and I am STILL the Manager of Champions. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
(we pan back to see The Sam sitting on a chair looking at the photo placed on the wall behind him)
The Sam - hmm, you know, it's funny. You spend so much time making something that when that something decides to leave. You almost feel empathy towards it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is The Sam, and I am the Manager of Champions. And tonight I want to talk about a former friend of mine, Tromboneman.
You see, last August, WWCF burst onto the scene. WWCF represented the new blood of professional wrestling. WWCF represented new challenges faced upon the greatest of men. WWCF represented the future of this business.
It was in August of last year that I held the The Sam Pledge Drive. Where I asked people to send in resumes, and whoever resume impressed me the most, I would become their manager.
Well, several thousand entries were sent to yours truly. Many men wanted to be associated with the best in this business today. And out of those thousands. 3 men stood out among all others. Littlenaitch, Tyfo and Tromboneman.
Tromboneman had everything you could want. He had the wrestling abiluty, the charismatic charisma and the overall physique of a champion. And with my help, I made Tromboneman a champion. It was because of me that Tromboneman won the Money in the Bank ladder match. It was because of ME that Tromboneman became the first ever Tromboneweight champion. It was because of ME that Tromboneman is considered a true champion in the eyes of many.
But then that wasn't enough. Now Tromboneman has decided that being a Winner isn't all it's cracked up to be. Tromboneman has now decided that The Family isn't good enough for him. Now Tromboneman wants to do it on his own.
Tromboneman, listen to me, if it wasn't for me you would still be a nobody in this business. AND NOW YOU SPIT IN MY FACE BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T HANDLE A KICK IN THE FACE FROM TYFO YOU SON OF A BITCH!
THIS IS THE FAMILY! YOUR ONLY AS GOOD AS I SAY YOU ARE! WHEN I SAY JUMP YOU SAY HOW HIGH? YOU LISTEN TO ME, YOU GO TO THE TOP...you don't listen to me, YOUR NEVER HEARD FROM AGAIN!
But hey, you've allready made your decision Tromboneman. You decided that being a winner isn't everything you wanted. So now you decided to hang out with a has been, a never was been and a stoner. But remember Tromboneman, it was YOUR decision, not mine. Don't come crawling back when you find out the reality doesn't match the fantasy. So to Tromboneman, a man who I once respected, I say so long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, good night. It was nice knowing you.
But before you decide to dissapear into obscuirty, I have one more thing to tell you.
I was looking over the paperwork before and I realised something. You haven't defended your Tromboneweight title in the past 30 days. And according to the WWCF by-laws, that is grounds for a title being stripped. So I contacted the WWCF comitee and I am here to tell you Tromboneman that you are no longer the WWCF Tromboneweight champion.
(The Sam reaches down and grabs the Tromboneweight title)
And since I still technically own the title, I am now decalring that the Tromboneweight title will be suspended for a brief period of time until a suitable replacement can be made.
My name is The Sam, and I am STILL the Manager of Champions. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
