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Date Posted: 20:47:01 09/23/00 Sat
Author: Griff Truxell
Subject: Thought.

{The Coliseum, Rome, Italy}

[The Coliseum. A once great arena, a once great arena that now stood in ruin. It was night, but the sky was gray, casting a drab yellowish tint on the ruins and rubble on the ground. Griff Truxell stepped forward, his body dark and gray, except for the Tornado Wrestling Cruiserweight Title shining on his shoulder, and an arrogant smile on his face.]

"Gladiator Wrestling Association. My past, thee past. A lot can come to your mind when you look at where you've been, and a lot has come to my mind when I stare in disgust at where I began.

The mere thought of myself wrestling in the GWA makes me sick to my stomach. The mere thought of how greatness could have been held back by this company makes me sick to my stomach. The mere thought of all the wrestlers and fans in this company that refuse to realize the truth makes me sick to my stomach.

This company, makes me sick to my stomach.

I left the GWA months ago and of course you peons bought my reason for leaving hook, line, and sinker. Yet, isn't that obvious? Of course you'd be too afraid to face the truth. Reality is too hard for your pathetic selves to handle, it's so much easier to remain in fantasy, to remain in your own little world. Well, in your little world Griff Truxell left because some piece of shit known as Thunderjamma injured him. In your little world Griff Truxell didn't want to have to come back and face The Circle.

In your little world, Griff Truxell isn't known as wrestling itself.

Well, I hate to break this to you, but your little world, is absolute garbage. You people, are absolute garbage.

I know most of the quote, unquote 'GWA Faithful' don't understand that while I left GWA slowly dying behind me, I took over Tornado Wrestling, the second biggest wrestling company in the world. Instead of following greatness, instead of turning your televisions to channel sixteen in hope of catching the slightest glimpse of me, you hid, huddling around the dying fire known as Gladiator Wrestling. Well, now the truth is standing right in front of you. There's nowhere to run and not a damn place to hide. So if I were you, sitting in my own filth, watching someone so far above you, praying that you can be that person, I'd listen up. I don't need Gladiator Wrestling, I OWN wrestling, yet, I came back, for one reason. To educate you, to wake you all up, from the wrestlers to the fans.

And to shove the truth down your fucking gullets."

[Griff sneered, gripping his title tightly, and slowly backed into the shadows.]

"Ali, you wanted me to shoot? I just shot, so now you unlucky bastard.

Now, you owe me."

[He laughed, the scene, fading to black.]

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