Post by The Davids Brothers on Mar 16, 2008 22:57:39 GMT -6
Advice From Tommy
I drive through a trailer park in my silver Jeep Wrangler. I pull over next to a beige colored motorhome and park. I exit the vehicle, wearing tattered jeans and a wrinkled shirt. It looks as if I chose my outift from the dirty clothes pile, which had been sitting inside of a small hamper for a week and a half. I am wearing dark colored sunglasses, which guard my sleepless eyes from the rays of the sun. I trudge up to the door of the motorhome and rap on it several times impatiently. Finally, the door opens and a fifty-something man in a red bandana stands at the door. I speak blandly, without any energy or emotion.
Adam Davids: Hey Tommy.
Tommy: Whoa, you don't look so good, man.
Tommy's voice is gruff, with a hint of Tommy Chong to it. He looks like a mixture between a tree hugger at a Grateful Dead concert and a white supremacist heading to the next rally, but if you knew him like I do, you wouldn't think such things. On the outside, Tommy may look like a redneck pothead, but he is actually wise beyond his years.
Tommy: So I take it ya ain't dealin' so well with this special referee decision then, huh?
Adam Davids: What gave it away?
I say sarcastically. Just as I finish my sentence, I remove my sunglasses, partly for dramatic affect, but mainly just because it is really lame to wear sunglasses in doors.
Tommy: Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! It looks like you haven't slept in days!
Adam Davids: That's because basically I haven't. I mean, when my phones not ringing off the hook...can we sit down?
Without replying, Tommy backs up and walks into the "living room" with me not far behind. He takes a seat in an ancient looking recliner while I take a seat on a couch that appears to have been taken from the dump. Once we are both comfortable, we resume our talk.
Adam Davids: I forget what I was saying. Anyways, all I know is that I've gotten barely any sleep the past week and I'm really irritable. I really need some advice on how to handle this whole Hog Heaven situation.
Tommy: Have you talked with Brock about any of this?
Adam Davids: No, I haven't talked to him since we put a rest to that whole Trench Coat Mafia thing. Why?
Tommy: Well, had you promised him you'd call the match in his favor or sumpthin' like that, it would be down right wrong to down anythin' different. Seein' as you didn't though, it's a different story.
Adam Davids: So, what do you think I should do?
Tommy: Well, I've got a similar situation that happened to me back in my wrestlin' days, but seeing as I haven't told you much about them, this story is goin' to take a lot of settin' up.
Adam Davids: That's fine.
Tommy: Alright well back when I was just starting out, I was one of the best damn wrestlers that the south had ever seen. Problem was, the fans didn't like me. I just didn't stand out enough. So the local promoter came to me with the start of an idea. Ya see, this promoter wasn't exactly the most creative guy in the world. His idea of brainstorming, was saying a wrestlers name over and over again in his head until something came to him.
Well, my full name is Thomas Emanuel Newhall, which makes my initials "ten". After a while, this promoter realized that and thought I could use it somehow in relation to my matches. Not a bad idea, but he was talkin' 'bout doin' somethin' rediculous like doing ten jumpin' jacks during my matches. I told him I'd think about it, but I just said that to give myself time to think of somethin' better.
Wow this really is a lot of background. He's not even talking about anything even remotely near my situation with this referee thing.
Tommy: 'bout a week later, I went to the promoter and pitched him an idea. I told him that maybe it would make me stand out more if instead of winnin' my matches by pinfall or submission, that I would always win by count out. He liked it and so did the fans. I became one of the most popular wrestlers in the whole southern territory.
Adam Davids: What does that have to do with my situation?
Tommy: I told ya you got to be patient. Anyways, a couple years into my popularity, my brother and I formed a tag team. At first we struggled, but then we strung together several wins and we were right in the title picture. We got one more win and then the promoter decided to give us our shot. Unfortunately for me though, you can't win the title via count out. So I had a decision to make. Either I could do away with the thing that got me all my fans for that belt, or I could remain true to myself and my fans and never win the belt.
Adam Davids: So what did you do?
Tommy: I decided I would rather have the adoration of the fans then have gold strapped around my waist. To this day I am recognized as one of the best wrestlers ever to never hold a single title belt. Not one.
Adam Davids: Do you ever regret it?
Tommy: You know, for a while, I did, but looking back on it now, I realize that I made the right decision. Adam, when you are making the decision on how to call the match, there is a couple of things you need to keep in mind. First and foremost, you need to make sure that you can live with yourself after whatever decision you make. Second, is of course, how Brock will react to your decision.
I sat going over what Tommy had just told me. Finally, I came to a conclusion.
Adam Davids: You know what, Tommy? I know what I'm going to do. Thanks for all your help, you are a really good friend man.
Tommy: No problem, Adam. Hey, you wanna come train with me sometime?
Adam Davids: I wouldn't want to impose.
Tommy: Ah nonsense, you'd just be one other person. It would be fine.
Adam: Alright then, maybe I will sometime.
With that, both of us stood up and said our goodbyes. I left his motorhome with a smile on my face for the first time in a while. No matter how many people I piss off, I'm going to call the match the way I want to call it and that is that.
The screen slowly fades to black with myself leaving the motorhome and entering my jeep.
I drive through a trailer park in my silver Jeep Wrangler. I pull over next to a beige colored motorhome and park. I exit the vehicle, wearing tattered jeans and a wrinkled shirt. It looks as if I chose my outift from the dirty clothes pile, which had been sitting inside of a small hamper for a week and a half. I am wearing dark colored sunglasses, which guard my sleepless eyes from the rays of the sun. I trudge up to the door of the motorhome and rap on it several times impatiently. Finally, the door opens and a fifty-something man in a red bandana stands at the door. I speak blandly, without any energy or emotion.
Adam Davids: Hey Tommy.
Tommy: Whoa, you don't look so good, man.
Tommy's voice is gruff, with a hint of Tommy Chong to it. He looks like a mixture between a tree hugger at a Grateful Dead concert and a white supremacist heading to the next rally, but if you knew him like I do, you wouldn't think such things. On the outside, Tommy may look like a redneck pothead, but he is actually wise beyond his years.
Tommy: So I take it ya ain't dealin' so well with this special referee decision then, huh?
Adam Davids: What gave it away?
I say sarcastically. Just as I finish my sentence, I remove my sunglasses, partly for dramatic affect, but mainly just because it is really lame to wear sunglasses in doors.
Tommy: Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! It looks like you haven't slept in days!
Adam Davids: That's because basically I haven't. I mean, when my phones not ringing off the hook...can we sit down?
Without replying, Tommy backs up and walks into the "living room" with me not far behind. He takes a seat in an ancient looking recliner while I take a seat on a couch that appears to have been taken from the dump. Once we are both comfortable, we resume our talk.
Adam Davids: I forget what I was saying. Anyways, all I know is that I've gotten barely any sleep the past week and I'm really irritable. I really need some advice on how to handle this whole Hog Heaven situation.
Tommy: Have you talked with Brock about any of this?
Adam Davids: No, I haven't talked to him since we put a rest to that whole Trench Coat Mafia thing. Why?
Tommy: Well, had you promised him you'd call the match in his favor or sumpthin' like that, it would be down right wrong to down anythin' different. Seein' as you didn't though, it's a different story.
Adam Davids: So, what do you think I should do?
Tommy: Well, I've got a similar situation that happened to me back in my wrestlin' days, but seeing as I haven't told you much about them, this story is goin' to take a lot of settin' up.
Adam Davids: That's fine.
Tommy: Alright well back when I was just starting out, I was one of the best damn wrestlers that the south had ever seen. Problem was, the fans didn't like me. I just didn't stand out enough. So the local promoter came to me with the start of an idea. Ya see, this promoter wasn't exactly the most creative guy in the world. His idea of brainstorming, was saying a wrestlers name over and over again in his head until something came to him.
Well, my full name is Thomas Emanuel Newhall, which makes my initials "ten". After a while, this promoter realized that and thought I could use it somehow in relation to my matches. Not a bad idea, but he was talkin' 'bout doin' somethin' rediculous like doing ten jumpin' jacks during my matches. I told him I'd think about it, but I just said that to give myself time to think of somethin' better.
Wow this really is a lot of background. He's not even talking about anything even remotely near my situation with this referee thing.
Tommy: 'bout a week later, I went to the promoter and pitched him an idea. I told him that maybe it would make me stand out more if instead of winnin' my matches by pinfall or submission, that I would always win by count out. He liked it and so did the fans. I became one of the most popular wrestlers in the whole southern territory.
Adam Davids: What does that have to do with my situation?
Tommy: I told ya you got to be patient. Anyways, a couple years into my popularity, my brother and I formed a tag team. At first we struggled, but then we strung together several wins and we were right in the title picture. We got one more win and then the promoter decided to give us our shot. Unfortunately for me though, you can't win the title via count out. So I had a decision to make. Either I could do away with the thing that got me all my fans for that belt, or I could remain true to myself and my fans and never win the belt.
Adam Davids: So what did you do?
Tommy: I decided I would rather have the adoration of the fans then have gold strapped around my waist. To this day I am recognized as one of the best wrestlers ever to never hold a single title belt. Not one.
Adam Davids: Do you ever regret it?
Tommy: You know, for a while, I did, but looking back on it now, I realize that I made the right decision. Adam, when you are making the decision on how to call the match, there is a couple of things you need to keep in mind. First and foremost, you need to make sure that you can live with yourself after whatever decision you make. Second, is of course, how Brock will react to your decision.
I sat going over what Tommy had just told me. Finally, I came to a conclusion.
Adam Davids: You know what, Tommy? I know what I'm going to do. Thanks for all your help, you are a really good friend man.
Tommy: No problem, Adam. Hey, you wanna come train with me sometime?
Adam Davids: I wouldn't want to impose.
Tommy: Ah nonsense, you'd just be one other person. It would be fine.
Adam: Alright then, maybe I will sometime.
With that, both of us stood up and said our goodbyes. I left his motorhome with a smile on my face for the first time in a while. No matter how many people I piss off, I'm going to call the match the way I want to call it and that is that.
The screen slowly fades to black with myself leaving the motorhome and entering my jeep.