Moving On

[TWhitefield]

Fade In to an itnerview platform. Rudy Seitzer stands at the curtain with a microphone

Seitzer: Ladies and gentlemen, the NEW CSWA Presidential Champion... Tom... ADDDDDlerrrrrr!

Adler's music cues up and he appears through the curtain. He's wearing a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt saying "You just got God Booked!" on the front. Adler looks around a bit, smiles, and drapes the Presidential title belt over his shoulder

Seitzer: Contratulations on regaining the Presidential Championship.

Adler: Ya know, Rudy... I was sitting in the back a little while ago... waiting for some of the techies here in the CSWA to pry Tripple X's name plate offa MY belt... and I was reminded of something somebody said to me right before the battle royal to determine the number one contender to the CSWA Title. And it was suggested that Tom Adler didn't have what it takes to compete with the... New Breed of CSWA wrestlers.

Now, I realize with guys like Bill Buckly constantly touting the near Ii]biblical[/i] importance of the zillionth match throughout history of somebody named Flair versus somebody named Windham that a lot of things tend to get overlooked around here. And ya know what? That's fine. Because while the mic jockeys practice their eternal ass kissing, I've been able to very quietly... and very methodically prove that it's the [i[New Breed[/i] of CSWA wrestlers who CANNOT BEAT ME! And this... (pointing to the belt on his shoulder)... is the realization of that fact.

Tripple X? You may... at some point in your career, be once again held among the elite of this sport. I'm not gonna come out here and run you down by saying it won't happen. But no matter what you do for the rest of your career... you will do it knowing two things. That no matter how good you think you are, you can't help but prove yourself what you feared most... a Transitional Champion. And second... that I am just plain BETTER than you.

Seitzer: I know a lot of people are hoping that you'll touch on a somewhat related subject... the altercation between you and Hornet during his match with Tripple X in San Diego.

Adler: (seemingly somewhat amused by the topic) Somehow I knew that this topic was gonna come up. And, I'll admit, I gave some thought as to how I wanted to respond to it as I drove over here. And I decided to go against the conventional wisdom these days and let history be my guide... albeit somewhat recent history.

When I came into this federation a year and a half or so ago, I did so through Steve Thomas. But he moved on for one reason or another, and it became obvious pretty quickly that the suit that was gonna be pulling the strings around here was Chad Merritt. And he and I sat down for a nice long chat.. where he proceded to let me know that since I had a contract, he felt compelled to give me two choices. One... I could accept that any past I had in this federation was just that... in the past... that there'd be no repeat hour long bloodfests through the streets of New Orleans... and that there'd be no more Thanksgiving main events with Hornet. Or two... he could excercise his buyout option and pay me more money to sit home and do nothing than he's ever paid anybody to wrestle. Now Rudy, I'm not the type to take well to ultimatums. But truth is that this one is a real non-issue. Because you see... I've played that game with Hornet before. I played it here in the CSWA. I played it in the AAWC. Hell, Hornet was a big part of my distain for the UWA. But ya know what? Somewhere along the way... the game just plain got old.

And Rudy... I think that by and large I've been successful holding up my end of the agreement. Quite frankly, there hasn't been any need not to. So I'm gonna look at this whole thing as two individuals who got a little over zealous. And I am gonna keep holding up my end of the agreement. But Merritt... I'm gonna address this to you. Holding up my end of the agreement doesn't include turning the other cheek while somebody cheap shots me from behind. So, if you want me to KEEP upholding my end of things, you'll make sure it neve happens again. Because if it does, not only am I likely to start getting a selective memory about our meeting, but I may start reminding you that Tripple X wasn't the ONLY wrestler walking around here with a belt that some would say is rightfully mine... and I've got the strap at home with the purple crayon on it to prove it. Just something to keep in mind.

Seitzer: Up next is a title defense against a man you went to a time limit draw with months ago, Cameron Cruise.

Adler: I'm sure Cruise and I will have lots of comments on this match before too long. So, I'll get into that soon enough. But, I'll just say this. Cruise, I'll give ya credit for being oportunistic. You jumped on the chance to make people think this match was YOUR idea. But, despite what people like Siegel may have one believe, any rumors that you may have heard around back before the match was made official got started because yours truly started 'em. Because you and I have some unfinished business to attend to. And rest assured, finish 'em is what I intend to do.

Adler turns and walks out through the curtain as his music cues up again and the screen fades to black

 

[jayshort]

Not so fast

fade- in:

"Where ya goin', Adler?"

[small] Stevens stared at the camera, sitting on it's tripod, grinning. A lot of people expected him to be upset... emotional... angry. Was he disappointed that he lost the Presidential Championship? Sure. Sean NEVER wants to lose... but, he was just as confident holding no gold, as he was when he was carrying fifteen pounds of it.[/small]

"You're running pretty fast with my championship, aren't ya? You know, I may not be a wrestling scholar... I mean, I've only been a part of this business for eight years. I may not know it all... and, I'm sure there are TONS that know more than me... and, according the the majority of your ramblings, you do, too.

"But, I'm sure. Wait scratch that."

[small]Sean paused.[/small]

"I'm willing to bet my entire career that there is something in some rule book, somewhere that states something about a champion getting a rematch if he loses.

"But, for now... I'll call a spade a spade, Adler. You claimed that the Presidential title was rightfully yours because of some incident in the past that separated you from it, and even though it had absolutely, positively nothing to do with me, how I won it, and you deserved no shot at it, I gave it to you, and after three tries, you proved it.

"Does that make you better? No infatically no. What about the time I beat you? Does your ONE victory over me null and void everything else that happened prior?

"I think you're proud. I think you think you did something that a lot of people said you couldn't do, and now that you did, you're throwing it in there faces. Congratulations. I'm proud of you. But, if you think for one single, solitary second that I'm gonna sit back and allow you to tarnish my names with your cheap one-liners, and self promote yourself at the expense of me and my title... you're dead wrong.

"If I was a Transitional Champion, Adler... it was a nice, lengthy seven month transition that I'm proud of. But, what will make me even prouder is when I pin your shoulders to the mat and do it all over again. So go on, Adler... keep running your mouth. Keep talkin'. But, mark my words... one day... One day you'll be forced to give me my rematch, not only because it's a rule, but because it's what the world wants to see. And, I'm not gonna go into the details of every limb I'll break when you do. I'm just gonna promise you that the outcome will be VERY different.

"Cherish that title, Adler... because it won't be yours to cherish for long."

fade- to- black

 

[TWhitefield]

I'll slow it down for ya

Let's clear up a few things, shall we, Sean?

First, I never said you couldn't have a rematch. I said I proved that I was better than you. And, quite frankly, I have. And you can come out here and tout your "I got one move in 20 minutes with a clean foot on a rope" win in one of our TWO matches for this strap all ya want. But ask anybody with an IQ higher than their shoe size who had the decisive win out of our TWO matches, and I doubt anybody will say you.

But hey, in your public education world of fairness and new math, anything is possible. So, keep on rambling, you may well find somebody who will agree with ya.

At any rate, you can relax, I have all intentions of giving you a rematch. Unlike you, I don't need an executive order to force a title defense.

-Adler