Against all the odds. Against what everyone had said, he had managed to do what was said was impossible for a man his size. He had beaten one of the chosen ones. He had beaten one of the office favourites, a man being groomed for the top and TJP broke him down in the middle of the ring and made him scream out like a child when he tapped out. If there is one thing by now you need to learn, it is that you should never count TJP out. He has been fighting his entire career. Every single match he goes out into he is always fighting the bigger man. Every fight may be his last and after last week - after beating what at one time was called the future of this sport - beating him with ease - he is rewarded with this, a match not on the main show, but on the preshow - in a match that is pointless and meaningless. A match that offers nothing to anyone, but do you see TJP down? Do you seem him throwing up a fuss? No - like everything in life, he will take what is given to him and use it to further himself.

“You would think that after my impressive debut last week that I would be rewarded with - I don’t know, something other than this! I mean last week I treated my match as if it was a brand new game. If you know me then you know I am all about that power - I am all about the thousand gamerscore in a game. That’s what I treated my match like last week, I went in there wanting to max it out in one sitting and I did that. I did that with ease and there we have it, another completion. Another full thousand added to the list and what do I get for that? What do I get for stealing the damn show last week? A promotion - yeah right! I got a demotion! I got kicked so far down the card that I am on the pre-show now, on a show that no one watches. Now anyone else - anyone else on this roster would rage quit and I would not be able to blame them, but come on - you know me. I am not like most people - this - this was honestly to be expected, so instead of crying about it, I am just going to go ahead and do what I did last week - I am going to steal the show!”

There was no hiding it, even with his poker face you could see it in his eyes, the man was ticked off at what had happened. He had one hell of a debut last week. He did not only win that match, he won it with ease as he broke that man down and made him tap and this was what he got from that. In his eyes it was like coming home and finding your xbox one x had been taking and replaced with a nintendo wii. It was truly a  crushing blow, but he has managed to pull himself up and brush himself down, he was not going to let this get the best of him, he was not going to let this one bump in the road be the end for him, he was going to make it work - he was going to do what he did last week - he was going to win this match and show the world that he belongs on the main show.

“Last week I faced a man twice my size. I faced a man who wanted to do nothing more than break me in half, but this week it is different - I am facing someone smaller than me if you can believe that. I am facing the man you all call Enzo. Now I know that people like him. He is the trash talking king. There is no one on this roster who can touch him on the microphone. I have seen him in the back. I have seen it with my very own eyes, him sitting there his pen in one hand and his notepad in the other and all he would do all day long is sit there and write down different things he wants to say. I have to give it to the guy on the microphone he is platnom and everyone else is bronze, that’s the end of that story.  But tonight we are not going out to that ring to have verbale debat, if we did it would be like Tails going at it alone against Doctor Eggman - meaning I would have no chance against him. He would with ease rip me to pieces, build me back up and then pull me back down again. He is untouchable and in a way I am thankful that tonight is not a night where we go out there and talk - tonight is a night where we go out there and wrestle!”

There it was again, there was no hiding it in his voice. He did not like Enzo, to go one step further than that. He hated the man. He hated the man because he was everything that was wrong with this sport. Wrestling has changed, it was going forward thanks to men such as himself. It was moving in a brand new direction and for men like Enzo to still be here, it was like you were now going backwards instead of forward. He had no place in the ring with a man such as TJP and the sooner he was beaten by TJP then the sooner he would be shown the door.

“You see, Enzo is good at only one thing - trash talking. There is nothing and I mean nothing else that man is good for. How he made it this far is a mystery. In this sport you got to have both the skill to talk and the ability to back it up in the ring, he only has one of those things. He only has one of those things nailed - in the ring - it is not pretty. He is a rookie at best. Hard to believe that someone who has been doing this as many years as he has been doing it still cannot get the basics down. He has only made it this far, because he formed a tag team with a big brute of a man. Now we all know Big Cass. The man like Enzo is a jerk in the ring and a jerk outside of the ring. Both of these men suit one another, everyone hates them and both of them cannot do anything on their own. Enzo for all his talk is only that - talk. The fact that this man has held championships in his career turns my stomach. He is a comedy act. A class clown. He is something you watch and laugh at. He is something you cannot and should never not take seriously. The man is a joke. He is a jerk in and out of the ring. He is a liar. He is a cheat. He is an egomaniac as well. There is a reason why no one likes him - there is a reason why there is a line going from the back all the way outside for people wanting to kick his ass - it is because he is everything wrong with this sport. He is barely an entertainer as well. Enzo is dangerous. We all know what he did outside the ring. We all know how he tried to hide his crimes. If he did it or not, the fact of the matter was he tried to hide it, if you have nothing to hide then you would have spoke about it. The man is scum, end of story and I am going to take great joy in removing this stain from this company once and for all.”

There would be a small smirk that crawls over the face of TJP as he speaks honest and true about his feelings on Enzo. This match and what he was going to do to the man, it was not only for him, but it was for everyone else who wanted a piece of Enzo. For everyone else who had grown sick and tired of this joking running around making a mockery out of everything they have done.

“Stick to what you are good at Enzo. Stick to making music videos. Stick to living a life with your head in the clouds. Stock to being a complete and utter asshole. This sport has changed and with change it is out with the old and in with the new. Once upon a time, you were important. You were favoured. Everyone loved you. Everyone wanted you - but over time people started to open there eyes and see that what you were doing week in and week out, it was not an act. This was not a character - this - what we were seeing - it was you - the real you and over time people soured on you and can you blame them? You had it all in your hands, but because you are an idiot you let it all slip through your fingers and now you are barely hanging on - you are hanging on for your life and here I am, ready to step on one finger at a time until you lose your grip and fall into the depths where you belong. The only thing that awaits you tonight Enzo - is game over.”

TJP would run his hands through his hair, to push it back up into place. His hands would be placed together as he would crack his knuckles one at a time. He was now ready for what was to come. He was now ready for this match and what it meant. He could not and he would not lose to someone like Enzo. He would not fall to a comedy act. This match was his and like he said the only thing Enzo will get tonight is that black screen and the most famous words for poor players like him - GAME OVER.