Posted by Tommy Dillon on March 23, 2004, 12:28 am

When you've been in the business for X amount of years, you start to notice things. Small slight detail such as trends or patterns. Such as, the past seeming to give rebirth to itself as we push further into the future or the present condradicting what the future outcome was supposed to be, or even the future condradicting the present. In any of the cases none are to be certain except for the past, and none can ever be relived but through thought. I thought this, untill one day it crossed my mind that a rebirth of the past in present time is reliving the past. So ask yourself a question, if the past is certain, and it gives a second birth to itself, does that mean the future is just as certain as the past, and if so how many times and ways can this process be repeated untill the pattern is broken? After the long interpitation of thoughts by one Tommy Dillon, the plane ride home seems a simple five minute bus ride, or in Tommy's case, Limo ride. Tommy is dressed in his relaxed clothing as he stares out the window at the large bodies of water. There isn't much for Tommy to do but think right now. His girlfriend is dead asleep on the leather couch across from Tommy's side of the plane. She is in her pajamas with her hair tied back curled up in a ball. She looks somewhat peaceful and somehow comfortable. Tommy finds comfort in knowing there will be a piercing silence for the rest of the ride. He finds comfort in this because everyone needs silence once in their life to collect their thoughts, to gather the information running through their heads a million miles per minute. Now, the only thought pulsing in Tommy's mind is his debut match. He has been thinking about this since the moment he left NAE headquarters. He lets out a sigh and opens a Corona sipping it gingerly as he sets it down on a coaster not trying to damage his fine pine coffee table with persperation from the cold beverage. How many different outcomes are their to this match, how many different possiblities are there to win, lose, or even draw in this match. How many different ways can I come out with this win in my debut? Why, must it be against three people who don't deserve to even breath the same air as me. Who is this Danny Argus, and what business does he have being involved in a match that has nothing to do with him? Who is Chance Runnels, what is he capable of. Why is Wild Lion being so silent is there something he is holding back? Is he secrectly the real wild card in this match? Tommy ponders all of those thoughts not seeming to be able to answer any of them himself. He sighs taking another sip of his beer. " Ah, another lonely night in the sky." He sighs to himself. " I know you can't hear me Pam, but we are about an hour away from home." He says with half a smile. " Pretty soon we can just both curl up in the massive king size bed and sleep peacefully without being interrupted by the soft chatter of the pilot." He shakes his head slowly as he leans back against the armrest of the couch. Slowly the plane begins to dive as Tommy's beer slides across the counter top. Tommy looks at it awkwardly as the plane continues to go into more of a vertical flying base. Pam is woken up by the sudden force of gravity pushing her against the couch. The chatter of the pilot comes on again in a frantic tone. " Oh my god, Mr. Dillon, our engine sprung a leak and we are rapidly losing fuel we are surrounding by nothing but ocean and don't have the fuel to make it across, Tommy Dillon, Pamela Bardon it has been nice serving as your captain." He says abruptly hanging up the intercom. "HOLY SHIT, PAM WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" He holds Pam tight as tears begin to roll down his face and Pam's. Tommy and Pam give one final kiss to each other and an external shot of the plane is shown about to hit the earth's massive ocean. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly, Tommy JOLTs out of his bed in a cold sweat. He is panting heavily gasping for air as he is surrounded by nothing but darkness. He listens a bit and hears the calm breathing of Pam in the dark room. He rubs his eyes for a moment making sure he is alive and finally snaps back into reality. He sighs a sigh of relief and looks toward the clock. The time says 3:14 a.m. as Tommy crawls out of bed stumbling to find the bathroom. He leans over the sink and vomits violently. He shakes his head and rinses his mouth out with water getting the awful taste out. He grabs the toothbrush and squeezes the lifeless tube of Crest onto his toothbrush and scrubs vigorusly untill the taste of his forseen death is washed away. He wipes his mouth off with a hand towel and rinses once more. He leans over the counter looking at himself in the mirror, not knowing how corruptable he really is. Not corruptable by any human being, no. Corruptable to anything beyond a human's control. Money, power, love, death. Thing's humans have no control over, well most anyway. Money and power cannot corrupt Tommy because has enough to cast away the temptation of bribes and false promises of an unabtainable power. The other two on the other hand can mentally cripple a normal person. The power of love can be both a wonderful and terrible thing. The power of love can cause death, and death is a big part of corruption. Love can also cause pleasure and a feeling of nirvana. Death. The one thing that haunts us all breathing down our backs. Can corrupt any human being at any given time without warning, flare, or sign. Tommy stares at his reflection with empty eyes. Not so much staring at himself, but more into himself. " Oh my god." Tommy says as he takes a step back from the mirror. " You think you have all the answers, then one dream reminds you that the less you have the more you gain, and the more you have the more that can be lost." Tommy slumps down against his bathroom wall and onto the marble floor. " It's amazing how one dream can make you realize what really is precious and what is not." Tommy places his hands on the sides of his head. " How can I hide behind the shadow of a dollar bill like this?" Tommy pauses, and slowly gets up looking himself in the face once again. " No, I correct myself, how can I let this money control me mentally, breaking myself down mentally. No, it's not going to happen to me. No, I will not be broken down by my own fortune." He stands upright finally starting to smirk. "I'm Tommy god-damn Dillon, and NOTHING is too powerful for me. Not money, love, power, or even dare I say DEATH" Tommy says intensly. "For I will live forever, through stories, legends, myths, and hell even D.V.Ds, heh." Tommy laughs to himself. Tommy exits the bathroom and changes into his workout gear. His sleeveless Tommy Dillon tank top, with his white and golden windbreakers. He slowly walks down the steps as he finds himself in his basement alone. It isn't lit up by the usual humming flourescent lights, no. It's lit up by a single candle under the heavy bag. Tommy stretches a bit and wales the punching bag taking his frusteration out on the sack of leather and sand. He pummels it untill he cannot swing another fist and of course ends his flury with a perfectly precise roundhouse kick. He grabs the candle and sits down on the the steel folding chair he usually has set out to sit in. He cracks his neck a bit and smiles. " If death cannot phase me anymore, why should any of the three opponents I have phase me?" Tommy says to himself with a chuckle. Tommy turns on a camera that is usually set up for recording promos in the huge training room. He sits back down in his folding chair with a huge grin on his face. He smiles as the only thing we see is his face lit by the candle as the wax slowly makes its way down to the base of the candle holder. " IWA, there's something a little different about me now, something has come over me now. There is something I cannot place about it, and I don't know if I like it or not and when, and if it will ever go away, BUT be certain. Come Shockwave, I will not be stopped. It will be impossible. Not because I am untouchable, no. Because I am unphasable." Tommy says with a smirk and sinister laugh. "It's time that IWA saw the real me, the unstoppable, untouchable, unphasable me. The cerebral, heartless, calculating me. I am aware of that IWA has NO idea of what I am capable of in the ring, and as of right now I don't even know, so the best bet when it comes to match time, is for all three of you to stay away and just run as far as you can, because now I'm not coming to win, I'm coming to hurt someone." Tommy closes with that last thought burning in our minds as he walks over to the camera and topples it over. Fade to black