I've been doin' some thinking...
Posted by: Hot Rod on 05/29/2003 at 15:06
"Alright, we're live five..."
*The cameraman brings the camera up to look at a familiar FTR control room. There is also a familiar executive giving Jonathan Coachman some last minute instructions.*
"Four, three, two..."
COACH: Hello everybody, Jonathan Coachman here with a pre-Rampage edition of...
*The door to the control room swings open and Roddy Piper enters. He is walking a bit stiffly and doens't look to be in good spirits. The executive runs out the opposite door.
PIPER: Good, I didn't feel like screwing with him today anyway.
COACH: Roddy Piper! It's good to see you. You've been hard to find since your Iron Man Title match against Scott Steiner.
PIPER: Well, no shit, Coach. I've been stiff and sore as hell.
COACH: Well, are you here to speak about Eddy Guerrero? It's too late to accept his challenge, but...
PIPER: No, no, no, I'm not here about that little turd.
COACH: So, what are you here about?
PIPER: If you'll shut your yap for a minte I'll tell you. I haven't been in the FTR for very long, but since I've been here, I've made quite a few enemies and taken some beatings. And I have to say that since I've joined up here, I've realized how much I hate most of the people here. It would give me no greater pleasure than to beat the living hell out of all of them. Undertaker, Steiner, GeniusIQ, Eddy Guerrero - I despise all of them. They have no honor, no class, no decency, no respect. The Fatal Army. The Family. All they are, are a bunch of thugs who are too scared to go at it alone. They need a little help from other yellow thugs!
I want to annihilate them. I want to destroy this federation from the inside out. I want to take every superstar and show them what it means to be a true performer in this sport!
But to do that, I'd have to commit 100%. There's no room for half-assed attempts. I win or I lose but I give it everything I have. Right now, I'm not doing that. I'm not giving 100%.
I'm thinking about my family.
I've had to put my family on the back burner for my entire career. When I came back here, I just wanted some friendly competition. I wanted a piece of what I had twenty years ago. I didn't want feuds. I didn't want enemies. I just wanted to do what was in my blood to do.
When the Undertaker powerbombed me onto the guardrail, my family expressed their concern. When Scott Steiner dragon suplexed me through a table, my family wept. When Eddy Guerrero challenged me to a Chair Shot Survival Deathmatch, they screamed at me not to accept.
I have a decision to make. I have to choose between my family and my wrestling career - two things that I can't live without. So, I'm taking some time off to choose. I'll be watching, and I'm sure the antics of all the assholes here will help me make a decision. I may come back...I may not.
But if I do...there'll be hell to pay. And the Family and the Fatal Army will all pay the Piper. But for now, I just don't know. Thanks for your time, Coach.
*Piper solemnly walks out of the control room as the camera fades out on a concerned Coach.
