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Post by underclass on Aug 19, 2021 9:20:45 GMT -6
Coming toe to toe, it wasn't long before Chael would attempt to interject himself, putting his arm in front of Lawlor, pulling himself forward. Chael would motion for Tom to take a step back, who acknowledges the gesture. Tom would toss the microphone to Sonnen. The outspoken former MMA fighter sneers as he addresses, Ciampa.
CHAEL SONNEN Can you PLEASE just spare us the sob story, 'Pa? So freaking what. You had a little accident and had to contemplate walking away from the thing you loved. It's sad, we get it. To say you no longer have FEAR because of it is a crock of crap. You know it, Tommy Boy over there knows it, and you best believe this raw deal of sex appeal, this American gangster knows it too! Look, Uncle Chael will be the first to acknowledge things -- A broken neck is serious. It's probably one of the biggest things to deal with in the MMA world, and the professional wrestling world. But it's also the most dangerous circumstance to put yourself through. To sit there and idly acknowledge yet another target was not only idiotic, but the WORST thing you could have mentioned. You signaled your own downfall by throwing fuel to the fire. You don't realize what you just did, kid. Tommy Boy was simply just going to choke you out. He was going to watch as your life fell from your eyes, and your ass went to sleepy town. But now, Tommy Boy is going to cause lightning to strike twice. He's going to take that staples in your accordion like neck, and he's going to play you for an instrument, Tomasso. He's going DESTROY you, Ciamp'. You really don't have a clue of the stakes that sit before you, kid. You continue to target Tom with slander, and you're only entertaining us for what we already know. See, to return to a claim you said earlier -- You actually look at Tom and I, and say we're walking around like celebs around this joint -- 'Cause we are. You then call us a "new blood", but between Tommy and I -- We've been doing this for years. I've followed this business before you ever shaved that little mohawk on your head, and ran around for every small mom and pop promotion trying to make a name for yourself. The glaring difference is that I followed this business because I respected it. I followed this business because I appreciated it. When I walked into the UFC, I had people talking. I was responsible for some of the biggest draws in that companies history. Yet? Does it mean a damn thing here in the UWF? You'd look me in the eyes and say it doesn't, but I'm going to stop you in your tracks. 'Cause truth be told -- It does, Ciampa. Tommy Boy and I took the UFC by storm. We showed up, and were proving commodities. It was a business move then, and we got these people to bite -- Hook, line, and sinker. Then opportunity came along and the UWF came callin'. Lightning struck twice, and here came Tom and Chael Sonnen to do what they do best. We stirred up the competition. Made short work of John Cena. Pushed through heroes like WARHORSE, and paved the way. 'Cause we have a proven track record of SUCCESS. We have proven that WHEREVER Tom Lawlor goes, or wherever Chael Sonnen goes -- Business picks up. It's boomin', brother. With all that in mind, take a moment to reflect, Ciampa. Take a moment to thank us. 'Cause if it wasn't for Tom over here playing CHARITY duty, you wouldn't even have a SPOT on the card, brother.
The crowd would seem to pop for that gesture as Chael lifted his head with a smirk. The tension continued to rise as Lawlor would motion for the microphone. As Chael took his step back, he happily prompted the microphone to his ally once more.
TOM LAWLOR You've made this bed for yourself. Now you have to sleep in it. You step up to me, and you ACT like you're man enough to face me, I look at you, man? I don't see a fight. I see a man who's going to TRY his best to look like some knight in shining armor, but he's pissing himself while trying to throw a blanket over our eyes. These people might fall for your little tale. These people might even think that for a moment that you've got a chance at beating me. They might actually throw some support your direction, and that's fine. I've been loved, and I've been hated through different times in my career. Be it inside an octagon, or fighting in this very squared circle -- I LIVED to fight again. I'm actually fearful, because in this ring -- I'm not going to stop until I take the love of your life, and crush it in my hands. This business has a way of pushing us to do things we never thought possible. I'll give you some credit. Rebounding after all those injuries is nice. In fact, I actually respect that. With that said, it's those very faults that will be your downfall. I'm not going to purposely break your nose. I'm not going to purposely break your orbital bone. Hell, even tying into what Chael said, I'd be a MONSTER if I purposely tried to break your neck. I'm not going to do ANY of those things. I at least have honor in what I do. The reality of this circumstance is this -- When push comes to shove, your body has ALWAYS failed you. You push through it, because FAILURE is your greatest fear. It isn't a loss at my hands that's going to break your heart more than anything. It's when your body finally has had enough and you're looking up at me with tears in your eyes. It's that moment that's going to HURT you more than anything, because we both know the outcome of this war. While you lay on that mat, looking at my boots, I'll rest my boot right on that neck of yours, not to hurt you, not even to put you out of your misery, man. I'll rest this boot on your neck to show you exactly WHY you should have kept my NAME out of your mouth!
Lawlor steps up to Ciampa. Staring down his adversary. This was starting to get personal. The battle between these two was going to be legendary. The tension between these two could be cut with a knife. A shrug follows Lawlor as if to gesture for Ciampa to bring his next rebuttal.
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Post by ada2 on Aug 19, 2021 10:29:12 GMT -6
There was no holding back, there was no going easy on him, there was no mercy this time. This was it, it was all on the line – Summerslam was here and now – that meant that shit was about to get real, as real as it has ever got for Murphy. For all his talk, for all that he has done, he has never been this close, he has never been this near success and after tonight – he never will be again, because this right here is his one and only shot and he is about to piss it all against the wall, picking a fighting against Kingston was his first and his last mistake.
“The prime-time medal – take all the bullshit away and this – this is what it comes down to. All the personal shit that has happened, all the insults and all the attacks you have unleashed on me, I don’t hold it against you, honestly, I know how the game is played. You may think this is me sounding like a broken record and you are right in many years, but twenty years at this, that is a long time, a very long time. Not many people make it that long, there bodies break or their minds – sometimes both at the same time. I am the only one who has made it that long – two decades at this and this right here is all I have to show for it. The prime-time medal is the only thing I have to show for twenty years of back breaking work – and you think your just going to take it from me. You are not that guy and I seriously doubt there is anyone here who has it in them to take me down, not now – not after having fought for so long, been through so much, fought for so long only to have it pissed up against the wall right at the end. Murphy – maybe you are everything you have said you are, maybe you are the best, maybe you are the hottest thing in this sport, maybe you are the future – but I can tell you this for a fact – the truth and nothing but the truth – you are not the holder of the prime-time medal and after tonight, that fact will remain, because make no mistake about it – I am entering with the prime-time medal around me and I am leaving with it.”
He would hold up the prime-time medal, getting a nice clean shot of it, because that is what it is all about, that is what it has all come down to. That is what this entire thing has been about, the medal and nothing but the medal and it is only fitting that it all comes to an end at one of the biggest stages of the year, one of the most watched shows in history, a night like this, a town like this, a match like this – it could only be contested live at Summerslam.
“Now you might get an idea of what this match means to me. Opportunities like these are so rare the possibility of the winning being anyone other than me doesn’t bear thinking about. This is a match that can and will change a great many things for one of us. Victory will knock one of us to the next level and defeat – heck we all know what that means. Losing sucks and when you have fought so hard and come so far – one defeat is all that it takes to shatter everything you have created for yourself. I have said it time and time again, that there was no going back for me, that I had only one direction, one course set and that was forward, I could only go forward and nothing else and that is what I intend to do. I’m sure by now every wrestling fan has heard the term betting on yourself. That’s right there next to overcoming adversity in the list of expressions that I hate. It’s another term that people overuse. People say they’re betting on themselves when they leave their cosy jobs in the world of the sports entertainers and come to one of the next few biggest promotions in the world, which have already promised to promote them as their top stars. That’s not a bet. A real bet is one which you cannot afford to lose. I put everything into this. I’m not a husband because I’m a wrestler. I’m not a father because I’m a wrestler. I’m not financially secure because I’m a wrestler. Wrestling is who I am. I love this sport. It doesn’t love me back, but does that stop me – no. The prime-time medal is the only tender kiss I have ever got, the only thing that wrestling has ever given back to me, and you bet your ass I would die for it. Murphy, for you – like all of you, this is a job – this is something to earn a living from, but for me this sport is my one true love and the more it hurts me the more I love it. The more it casts me aside, the more I come back for more. I keep going because I can’t change what my heart wants and my heart wants is to win a championship for a major promotion at any cost and Murphy – I am so close to it, I am right there, and a victory over you, will put me to where I want to be.”
He pauses to catch his breath. In his emotion, words have been spilling out of his mouth faster than his lungs can keep up with. Kingston looks at the camera once more and speaks again, this time more quietly and calmly. Although it remains to be seen how long the quietness and calmness will last when he steps into the ring with Murphy – a man who has thrown everything he has at him and only accomplished one thing, pissing him off.
“Can you imagine what this must feel like? First, I get signed to UWF. Me, a guy who has wrestled for every indy promotion under the sun without getting a lick of interest from the big leagues until now. Then, in my very first match, I get to slap down the future of the industry LA Knight and since then, it has always been up – always going higher and higher than ever before. All my life I have wanted this, I have chased this – I have needed this and here I am right there and Summerslam will be the night the world stops spinning, turns around and takes a long hard look at me and says – Kingston you made it – you have arrived. This is an addiction to me, twenty years on it – twenty years doing, no stopping, no slowing down, no turning back. I need to make my stamp on the history books to say that Eddie Kingston was a success and that his career mattered. I’m not here to create stars. No twenty-something-year-old is going to make a name for himself at my expense. No one else is touching that World Heavyweight Championship. It’s time someone told the young prodigies of the world to wait their turn. They can wait for the damn turn and make way for the guy who has been working for this for two decades, working his way towards this match through gallons of blood, sweat and tears, through shitloads of effort and toil. This isn’t some else’s big night. Tonight is when I finally get my turn! And if I’m wrong about that - if I’m wrong about that - well fuck, I might as well drop dead! Murphy – this match is the match that takes me to where I want to be – where I need to be and you need to know this – bring your best and nothing but your best, because you have twenty years coming your way and it has crushed everything and everyone so far – and your going to be no different.”
He stands up, holding the medal out, letting it sway, pushing it right in front of the camera as he would begin losing it. Picking up the chair and throwing it against the wall, pushing the camera down as he started to slap himself across the face. Twenty years – and he was here, he was at Summerslam and he was mere moments away from making history, ten wins in a row, but more than that, a victory here tonight will put him in line for the shot at the title – and that, is all he has ever wanted from day one of lacing up his boots.
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Post by gunn on Aug 19, 2021 13:53:14 GMT -6
Ciampa and Tom are staring at each other intensely, even when he shrugs Tom doesn’t take his eyes off Ciampa, both men waiting for the other to make the first move that never comes, the silence that is in the ring and the arena is almost deafening, the fans not even making a sound, the staring only lasts a few seconds but to both men it feels that the staring and even this feud has always been going on, that these are two men who are experts in their craft just waiting to see who is the best in the business. Ciampa finally lifts his mic once more to his lips to talk, he breathes and then talks, the whole time looking at Tom.
Ciampa: You know Chael for someone who claims to have always loved this business, even back when I had the mohawk which was obviously a while ago, you clearly don’t respect the work that goes into it. You call the promotions that I worked in during the early parts of my career “Mom and Pop promotions” like its some sort of insult but I'm proud to have done my part on the indies, sure the pay might of been shit and there was a lot of nights all I got was a handshake and a slice of cold pizza to tide me over onto the show I was working the same night where i might of got Fifty Dollars at most. Sure working those matches in dingy high school gyms and youth centres, where the mat barely had any give probably has weakened my body over the years but its all made me the man I am today.
The crowd cheers Ciampa’s passionate defence of his Indy days.
Ciampa: And while I agree Tom has had a track of success in MMA and Wrestling, what have you done in either. Yeah in the UFC you had a few shots at Silva but you never won. You might of had a few other matches for the title but you never won a thing, so while you walk around acting like you’re some sort of superstar, just remember if it wasn’t for your gift on the mic you would of just went down as another guy in the UFC who talked a big game but in the Octagon you couldn’t get the job done and when you eventually retire, there's gonna be another upstart with a mic who thinks he’s god, hell there already is, he’s a tiny ginger Irish guy and that if it wasn’t for you riding Lawlor’s coat tails, that day would of came a lot sooner.
The crowd oohs Ciampa’s insult towards Chael, Chael keeps that cocky smirk on his face but maybe just for a second the camera catches it falter at CIampa’s insult, Ciampa turns back to Lawlor, to his opponent, despite there being only less than an inch between the two in height Ciampa knew people saw him as David in this situation and David was ready to fight Goliath.
Ciampa: You know what Tom I'm going to say something that may shock some people: You’re absolutely right: I made this bed and I will gladly sleep in it. I know that the more punishment I put my body through in matches means the more danger i have of that next injury being my last and I'm not talking about my career, I'm talking about my life, the amount of times I've almost died in this ring isn’t funny but I still keep coming back because this is all I know, this is all I can do to provide for my family. I’ve done terrible things in the name of this business. Like you I've been hated and I've been loved in this business. People love seeing me as the peppy little underdog who will come back to fight another day but I know that one day probably soon there won’t be another day so that’s why I do what I do.
The fire is burning in Ciampa’s eyes as he keeps focused on Lawlor, he has barely moved this whole time being focused on one point, Tom Lawlor's eyeline.
Ciampa: So that’s why I turn on people and become a hated man, because I need to, I need to backstab the people I care about because it helps me fight another day but the thing is Tom you’re right failure is my greatest fear in this business because if I fail then its all over for me, so maybe when I face you, you’ll probably knock me down but I'll get up, you might pull my arm out of its socket, I'll just pop it back in and ignore the pain and my body might fail me but as long as my mind is still in it, I'll get back up because there is no end for me in this business and if there is I'm not going to let two UFC rejects be the cause of it.
With that Ciampa throws his mic down and pushes past Lawlor, getting out the ring and walking up the ramp, before he goes backstage he mouth’s to Lawlor “See you Sunday boy”
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Post by Sam on Aug 19, 2021 13:55:11 GMT -6
Conway steps back and almost scoffs at Gable.
Rob Conway: You want me to join you?. You want 'The Conman' to join this so-called Alpha Academy?... is that a joke?, oh it isn't?, okay. Let me spell it out clearly for you kid, there ain't no way in hell I would be seen in public with a loser geek like you - let alone join your little 'academy'. I mean, what exactly do you do in the Alpha Academy?, do you all run around, do hindu squats and neck bridges and give each other high-fives?. Because all I know about you is that you're this supposed amateur wrestling expert. That doesn't sound like my kind of deal - see while you and your buddies are playing hop-scotch and rolling around the floor, I'm topping up my tan, I'm catching a pump and I'm flying all around the world doing what I do best... looking good. So while you might claim to be able to 'unlock the alpha' in me and that's real cute honestly because from where I'm standing, I'm the alpha and you're just a little beta-male.
Conway smiles, Gable looks less than impressed.
I don't know what kind of motivational speaker you think you are but let me tell you, it ain't working on 'The Conman'. I don't need anymore associates, I've already got the best. The best nutritionist and sports coach in the industry today, Simon Dean and the most handsome man to ever grace both the wrestling ring and the runway, the fashion advisor to the stars - Sylvan. Simply put, you don't fit into my plans kid, great try but it's a swing and a miss. No, I'm not interested in joining your academy, I'm interested... scratch that... I'm going to take that Television Championship back to where it belongs, along these chiselled, bronzed eight-pack abs. Back around the waist of a true champion, a true star and a true representative of what being Television Champion is all about. Cos let me tell you, you ain't it. You'll never be it and it's because you don't have 'it'.
Conway points to the Television Championship.
What you do have is a toy belt, a replica. You're an imposter trying to play it cool in front of the big boys. It's cool, not everyone can be a superstar like Rob Conway. You're not a champion kid, you're a chump and come Summerslam, I'm going to prove once and for all that there's only one man who can represent the Television Championship all around the world and his name is Rob Conway. And you're not going to learn that the right way or the wrong way but the best way... the only way... the CON...WAY.
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Post by Tapout on Aug 19, 2021 18:09:20 GMT -6
Gable keeps his smile and looks to be even more impressed with The Con Man. He gives him some approving nods before giving his retort.
Chad Gable I love it. I love the charisma, I love the confidence. I love the little catch phrases. I love everything about this package. You're right. You're the "Con Man". You're the cool, sexy, tanned, tall drink of water. Me and you, we're cut from the same cloth my friend. We're both Alphas and there is no denying it. That's why this match is happening. That's why this is one of the headlining matches at the biggest party of the Summer. Two extremely athletic, confident, handsome, strong Alpha's giving the show of a lifetime. That's what the Alpha Academy is. That's what the Alpha Academy is all about. I'm not giving you and invitation to join me. I'm not asking you to join the Academy, because you already have. You see, when the bell rings, and it's just me and you in there, that's my Academy. That's when you find out if you can hang with the best. If you have what it takes to walk out the other side and say, "I am an Alpha". That's where you become an Alpha Alumni. This isn't something you just get to "join". This is earned.
Chad smiles directly at the Con Man
And I think you can do it. I do. I really do think you have what it takes to become an Alpha Alumni. I think you have everything you need to earn it. But the question is. Do you? You seem really concerned with the fact that you're not champion. Does it bother you that much that the title sits on my shoulder? Does it eat you up that when you look at all the champions in UWF that you're not one of them? Is that what's really holding you back? You look like Gold, you talk like Gold, you act like Gold but yet... where's the Gold? That's your biggest fear. Failure. Not living up to your potential. Being a fraud. Being a... conman. You think that if you don't have this, if you don't have a championship, then what do you have? Good looks? A spray on tan. An 8 pack? Take a look around you buddy, in this industry people like that are a dime a dozen. I can do to any independent wrestling company in the world right now and find a locker room of guys who look just like you.
Therein lies your biggest fear. Without a championship, without something to set you apart from everyone else.. you're just like anyone else. You're not special. You're not different. You're just another pretty boy trying to play wrestler. Don't take this the wrong way. I'm not trying to tear you down. The opposite, really. I'm here to help you conquer your biggest fear. The fear of being.. nobody. I can't tell you who's going to win this match and who's going to be champion after SummerSlam, but I can tell you, I can promise you, that I will make you somebody. The Alpha Academy is where stars are born. You don't need this championship to be an Alpha. You don't need it to be a star. You think you do, but you don't. Win or lose, champion or not champion... The Con Man... I'll make you famous.
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Post by underclass on Aug 20, 2021 6:19:34 GMT -6
It was those few choice words that were able to get under the skin of Sonnen, who immediately passes past Tom, snatching the microphone from his client. He looks at the area that Ciampa was just at. Chael would shake his head from side to side, before wagging his finger.
CHAEL SONNEN That's what I figured you'd do, Ciampa. Say your little spill, leave the ring with your tail tucked behind your legs. That's just the moral of our story. You're a kid who's always been nothing but all talk. Some would say that's been the story of Tom and I's career as well, but there's quite a difference that the two of us have compared to you. When push came to shove, and we said our bits and pieces, we never walked away like a scalded dog. When I was robbed a victory from Anderson Silva, do you know what I did? I didn't sit back idly and twiddle my thumbs, I came back, I pushed and I kept on fighting. I did that, because I was a business man. When Tommy Boy over here was on the Ultimate Fighter, do you know how many people came in with a big mouth, fizzled out and tucked their day between their legs? Each and every single one of 'em, except for "Filthy" Tom Lawlor. The stakes are exactly that. Everything that comes out of our mouth isn't for entertainment, albeit we both know we're more than entertaining. That said, ever word that escapes our mouths is followed by wisdom. It's followed by truth, Ciampa. Like I said, I'm a man who will give credit. Those "mom and pop" venues did a lot for you. You forget that Tom and I didn't have our humble starts. That we didn't fight for peanuts. Hell, as one of the former greatest commentators of all time -- Even I started in some lowly named promotion ran by Jeff Jarrett. Yeah, even Chael Sonnen makes mistakes, folks! With that said, as you put it -- It made you into the man that you are today. I'd love to sit here and say we share the same story, but I'd be lying directly to your face. 'Cause Chael Sonnen was one of the baddest men on this planet before Jeff Jarrett rang his phone, and I stand before you still as one of the BADDEST men on the planet. But let's not get this twisted, Summerslam isn't about Uncle Chael. It isn't about my ability to work this crowd. It isn't about my ability to put Jimmy John, and Joe Bob in the stands -- It isn't about getting under these peoples skin. It's about a man who has an eye for talent pushing his BOY up the ladder. It's about the man to my right here. "Filthy," Tom Lawlor. You mention Anderson Silva, and to this day -- We all know that I was systematically ROBBED of my UFC championship. However that's a story neither for here, nor there. Still uncrowned, and still UNBEATABLE. That's the Chael Sonnen motto. You want to know a little secret though? I'm not the only man sitting in this ring who's unbeatable. I'm not the only man in this company who's untouchable. Even with that goofy ass expression on his face, Tommy Boy over here has enough force, and enough WILLPOWER to set a standard this company has longed for. Tom Lawlor doesn't need me opening my mouth for him on a week to week basis, and that's just the truth of it. Y'know why he does that? 'Cause I can turn a pile of crap into gold. Ask Wanderlei Silva. Ask Anderson Silva. Ask Johnny "Bones" Jones. Ask Rampage Jackson. Those boys needed a savior. They needed a box office hit, and when I'd get the call -- I'd say I was in each, and every time. 'Cause I didn't care who I faced. The same applies for Tom Lawlor. We don't care WHO is put in front of us. We dive head first, because we're money, Ciampa. On our worst day, we never had to scratch and crawl for a measly fifty bucks, or a slice of pizza. We marched to the beat of our own drum, and our pockets thanked us. Do you know why that is? It's because we're "draw", Ciampa. We're the two guys that these people pay for. 'Cause let's face it. People either want to see Tom kick some ass, or get his ass kicked. Only one of those are bound to happen, and it's unfortunate that your stack of quarters you call a neck are going to be the driving force for your defeat. I don't need your pity, and we damn sure don't need your approval. 'Cause what a blow to your confidence it's going to be when these two "UFC rejects" are the cause for your career's scratching demise.
Chael would hand the microphone to Tom who takes a step closer to the ropes. Hunching over them. His eyes fixated on Ciampa as he looks to end strongly. A slight chuckle follows Tom as he shakes his head from side to side.
TOM LAWLOR There we have it folks. First allow me to say -- Job well done, Chael. You didn't have to stoop to his level, but you did just that. You didn't leave me with much to say, because you pretty much covered all the bases. But you answered all the questions I had in my mind, Ciampa. You could have stayed inside this ring and actually made me eat my words. You could have looked me right in the eye, and showed just what a FIGHT I was in for. Yet you tossed your mic, walked back up that ramp, and once again PROVED to Chael and I that you're all talk. 'Cause I personally don't give a rats behind about your back story. I don't care that you're doing this for your family. You get that Chael, and I are doing this for the same reason. We're providers just as you are. Not once have I had to open my mouth and relate that I'm doing it for them. But since we're on the topic of it, let's address the elephant in the room. 2016, Chael over here lost his daughter. Do you think that broke this man? A normal man would be broken down to his core. He persevered, and FOUGHT through his tears. Give RESPECT to this man, because I admire his strength. I admire his courage. He took to me, and I've already LEARNED so much from him. So for a second, don't question our values as if yours outweighs our own. We get it. You're in it for the right reasons. We command that, but we're not going to allow that to tug at our heart strings. After each fight, I'm reminded of why I love this business. Chael sends me videos all the time of his son, Thero -- That's why he does this. In a sense, that boy has become an INSPIRATION to me. And Chael, I don't need water works. But I promise your daughter is looking down you smilin', cause damn can her father still GO! Consider this an act of respect, Tomasso. You do it for your family, and we get that. It's an admirable thing. But know as rejects, we don't care about your stories. Only our own. This man here revitalized my entire career. In a way, I owe it to him. So by all means, continue to dig yourself an even bigger hole. Say what you will about Tom Lawlor. Say whatever you want about Chael Sonnen. Just know that I've got little boy who admires me, and his father -- But you wouldn't know that. 'Cause we're not here to play the sympathy card. We're not here to tug at these peoples heart strings. We're here to KICK SOME ASS. We're here to make an example out of people like you. I'm laying this to rest, and I'm ending this between us. When this bell rings, I'm going to absolutely destroy the foundation you created. I'm going to break you like you've never been BROKEN before. It's only now that I have to apologize in advance. 'Cause from now on -- Your family isn't going to have a role model to look up too, that's of course, unless they need a little dose of "filthy" in their life. If that just so happens to be the case, just know that I'll take ANY and ALL calls from your hospital bed. I wish you the best, Ciampa. However as I look at these hands of mine, I realize that it's only a short matter of time left for you. Only a short amount of time that your career has any merit. I thank you. For had it not been for you opening your mouth, I wouldn't have a reason to give you a career just to destroy it. I wouldn't have a logical reason to leave your career for dead. Since you did, I thank you once more. For, ladies and gentleman -- Here lies the hopes and dreams of Tomasso Ciampa. His career gone in the blink of an eye. All at the hands of two "UFC rejects..."
Mic drop. Chael would come to openly embrace Lawlor in an odd sort of twist. Hugging his friend. The camera would zoom in on his gesture as you could hear Tom say this into the ear of his mentor: "Don't worry, that bitch is mine." before fading to black.
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