The camera cuts to TLA walking through a veterans cemetery with Steroid Dawg sippin’ on an Orange Fanta and wearing a brand new Panther’s Pit t-shirt.
Awwwww yea it’s yo boi TLA up rememberin’ cuz yesterday be a day to remember. A day to remember them fallen homies who done fought for our country, who done fought wars to make the United States of America the country it be today. Now, what the United States is today, eeeh that shit may not be perfect, it ain’t always gettin’ shit right, but I honestly believe that these men and women… they heroes. They heroes who ain’t only made the United States a better place, but who have made the entire world a better place to live in.
Their work ain’t done yet. Their work is never done.
Even the fallen serve they own purpose. To inspire. To reflect. To avoid repeating the past mistakes of our ancestors. To forge forward in they memory and to honor them with each and every step do take, and each and every action that we throw down and make. I am speaking today, in memoriam to show the fallen that we remember. Not only on the federally mandated holiday where the white man demands the entire country remember. But every day we remember. We remember yo sacrifices and we remember who the true heroes, the true brave dawgs in this world are.
The soldiers.
While Memorial Day may be specific to the soldiers of the United States military, they ain’t even only ones who have fallen as part of the struggle. The struggle that we all experience in each of our daily lives. We too are soldiers, if we choose to be. If we choose to fight. If we choose to believe in something greater than ourselves, and seek to make it a reality.
TLA salutes a grave in reverence of the fallen soldiers.
That is why the fireman rushes into each and every burning building it sees. That is why the doctor attempts to save each and every patient who needs its help. That is why the store clerk serves not only the people it prefers. These people are heroes to someone. These people make a difference, the size of the difference is irrelevant, it is the struggle that is real. It is the fight that is remembered.
And we must remember, for if we forget we are doomed to ignorance.
We are doomed worse than Big Mike’s asshole at Chris Elite’s hotel after every show if we forget. Doomed to a life of selfishness and mistakes. Doomed to a life of wondering why… just why… am I not as great as I believe myself to be! Why do they not appreciate me! Why do they honor the fallen, honor those who I myself have forgotten. You must earn respect, and you must show respect to those who deserve it. If all you respect is yourself, you will earn nothing, and that respect means nothing when all it is is raw arrogance and ego. To be truly great, you must be truly great. Simply believing yourself to be is not enough. You must BE it. You must command respect with not only your words, not only your thoughts, but in your actions. For it is truly a great man who defeats the demons of arrogance plaguing his mind to fight the good fight. To fight for something greater than themselves. To take the struggle head on, and…
To be a hero.
I say show me a hero in a world where too few exist. I say show me a hero when all seem to be hiding out. I say show me a hero, when all I see is a sloth. I say show me a hero, when all else seems to be lost. I say show me a hero living or dead, I say show me the hero that lives up inside yo head.
TLA takes off his Miami Heat snapback and pulls a blunt out from inside as he blazes up.
Lil Chris has offered yo boi a choice. Lil Chris says forfeit or imma crush yo dreams. Or imma put you back outta action. Imma make it so y’all ain’t even at Pain for Pride. But what Lil Chris don’t understand is that this vato loco already be livin’ he dreams. We been fightin’ for so long, for so many years and Lil Chris still don’t know what TLA be about. He still don’t know that I’m just a romantic Sexual Panther who fell in love with the sport of professional wrestling. He still don’t know that I ain’t never backed down from a fight in my entire life and I’m still goin’ strong hittin’ up 2016 like Johnny Depp does his wife.
The very fact that Chris Elite can even ask that shit is insulting. Cuz it shows he ain’t learned shit from all the beatings I’ve given him. I’ve clearly hit that lil brain over the head far too many times with the Miami Quickness to even remember what it be like to step up in the ring with the Franchise. The Mexican Mutilation Machine on the warpath and he ain’t eatin’ MNM’s the MMM be eaten haters and Lil Chris be comin’ out the gate strong hatin’ somethin’ fierce. The dick that he is eating has reached levels even larger than the fat bitches that reject him in the club.
Steroid Dawg is shown taking a shit on a grave of a soldier who fought for the Confederacy in the US Civil War.
Chris Elite says he is tired of being in battle royals which is most likely because he never seems to win them. Meanwhile yo boi actually undefeated at Pain for Pride. Yo boi came, he saw that New Breed Championship, and he conquered. And y’all wanna act like I ain’t got what it takes when it comes to ladders, when it comes to heights.
Let me tell you something Lil Chris… I keep it high twenty four motherfucking seven!
Last year while Matt Miles was whippin’ everyone’s ass in the 24/7 Battle Royal yo boi was flyin’ high up in that Ultimate X match showin’ that he got that X factor. Showin’ why he is the Panther for Pride and showin’ just how y’all gotta step it up on the biggest stage of fuckin’ all! Especially this year cuz Miami ain't gonna forgive. Miami don't give no fucks 'bout no excuses. But Chris Elite is tired of being in battle royals. He too tired to finish what he started. He too tired to get that redemption. Why you gonna give up Lil Chris? Why you forfeiting on yo dreams? I’m starting to feel bad for this kid to be honest cuz I know after I whip his ass across Showdown he probably is gonna actually forfeit whatever match he gets put in at Pain for Pride. When it comes to TLA, I take on all comers, I don’t give a fuck if you put me in the preshow and ain’t even air that shit on television or if you puttin’ me in a match for every championship in existence. The motto be the same. This Pain for Pride… this EAW… you step it up, y’all step it up always.
TLA leans up against a crypt as he blows smoke making the scene look like a scary horror movie graveyard with unexplained smoke coming from the ground.
So while Chris Elite wanders aimlessly through his career gettin’ his ass whipped for the New Breed Championship by yo boi and forfeiting all his matches that he feels are too good for him, yo boi is takin’ the hard road fuckin’ up any motherfuckers who get in his way. Cuz I give no fucks. I’m livin’ my dream, I’m fuckin’ up haters and makin’ they bitches scream. Then I’m sippin’ that lean and pourin’ the Fanta down yo throat. It be the best thing you had down there Chris, since Big Mike used to make you choke.
Cuz choking be what Chris Elite does best when it comes to big match situations. I done fought him a hundred times, if EAW graded yo ass on winning percentage against yo boi you’d be flunkin’ straight outta the street school of the #husTLAz. So if you tired of bein’ in battle royals Lil Chris, you’d better wake up. Cuz yo boi TLA is royal as fuck. Imma beast and feast on Showdown, then whip ass at Cash in the Vault. Gonna leave Chris Elite cryin’ and moanin’ “it wasn’t my fault!”. Gonna show the world what TLA can do with a ladder, but y’all ain’t worried cuz what Chris Elite could do would just be shit sadder. I got into this country with a ladder, and it ain’t just the show I be stealin’. I’m gettin’ that paper fam, and gettin’ them bitches who be squealin’. I go just as hard as you do Chris, the problem bein’ I go harder. Imma hit you so hard you gonna be sent all the way back to AWL, bring back Elitism and play the martyr. Lil Chris thinks me losing to him will just kill me inside… Well he completely right… or maybe holmes… I just lied! Chris Elite is mad, he real mad, and madder than mad. But he ain’t bad, he just sad, he ain’t rad, he just a nomad, in he career, no wait he a yesmad, cuz he real mad. But why he mad? I’m hoppin’ up in the ring, cuz I take on all lil hoppas, then I leave ‘em broken and layin’ out like a young black man who met with the coppas. Chris Elite says this is one of the most looked forward to matches in EAW. That’s why yo boi gotta save it! I ain’t gonna forfeit Chris, I apologize cuz imma trouble you. You think imma play the hero Chris, you ain’t even close to bein’ one. It’s gonna be fun, when I pull out my gun, and put yo ass down for the three count, you gonna be so done. You think y’all can beat me, with just one move? Shit imma take my time with y’all, cuz I ain’t got nothin’ to prove.
TLA pops out his shirt to the camera.
You in Panther’s Pit now boi and if yo ass didn’t already belong to Big Mike it would belong to me. But I don’t swing that way anyway, I swing like Catwoman, usin’ this whip to be flyin’ across the building’s then taking it directly to yo ass. And like Catwoman imma be sneakin’ in and stealin’ that Cash in the Vault. Don’t think cuz she a girl she can’t kick yo ass, this be 2016, and just like Catwoman ain’t just a woman, she a cat, La Pantera Sexual ain’t just a man, he a panther. And he fixin’ to maul yo ass down. Maybe when y’all go bitchin’ and cryin’ to James Shields after the match he will remember you. But you ain’t a soldier, and this shit ain’t Memorial Day, so he prolly gonna forget. But don’t worry Lil Chris, cuz TLA never forgets. If you want some more, we can go at it in the parking lot before Pain for Pride, see if y’all can take me out and jack my spot. Cuz James Shields may forget, but TLA never does.
Anytime. Anywhere. Anyone.
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