Pat Tillman overachieved in football, and just about everything else.
Too slow to be a great safety, too small for an NFL linebacker, he got by on toughness, effort and brains. Then he walked away from a multimillion-dollar NFL career to join the Army Rangers and serve his country.
This week, he paid with his life. Tillman was killed in an ambush Thursday night in Afghanistan. He was 27.
Lyricz: Pat Tillman give his life up in the NFL for our country. After September 11, 2004, he decided his country needed him. He gave away millions of dollars for our contry. He paid with his life. He was killed two days ago in Afghanistan. He gave the ultimate sacrifice.
Sacrifice. The act of offering something to a deity in propitiation or homage, especially the ritual slaughter of an animal or a person. Tillman gave the ultimate sacrifice to the Army Rangers, his life. Tomorrow I’m going to sacrifice something precious. Tomorrow, Nic Totopolous will be sacrificed. His mind, body, and soul will be taken from him. Totopolous wants to cost me the Television Championship and the World Championship and expects me NOT to retaliate. Well Nic, as the saying goes. You built your grave and you made your bed and you’re going to lie in it.
I’m sick of waiting for tomorrow. But, I’m going to have to wait a little longer. Maybe I don’t have to wait after all.
Lyricz looks at his watch.
Lyricz: Nic, you have 28 and a half hours, or so, to contact Marcel. You have about 28 hours to tell Marcel that you want out of our match. Tell him, you want our of the contract and will retire. Do what your bitch, Miranda, wants you to do. Because, if you don’t, I will make you pay for your sins. You cost me my prizes possessions, tomorrow I’m going to cost Miranda her prize possession, YOU!
Nic, if you do come down to the ring tomorrow night, I will promise you that you will leave April Attack. Yeah, you will leave April Attack in a bodybag! I’m sick of you Nic. I despise you to the limit. You want to say I disrespected you, physically and verbally, you want to say I humiliate you. You can stand it anymore? So what do you do? You cost my belt! You cost the Titans a championship.
Totopolous, you will be sacrificed tomorrow night. You want to mess with the Lyricz one. You want to mess with the Genius, you will know the meaning of pain. Tomorrow, you realize why I intimidate all my opponents to retiring, because if they were to face me, they’d be a cripple piece of shit like you. Tomorrow night, at April Attack, you will need a rocking chair, you will need a new wheelchair, because I will make sure I cripple you. I will hurt you Nic, if you do not retire before 9:00 p.m. tomorrow.
“Toppy,” you have a choice. Retire from the business. Retire from TNT. Leave TNT or fight me. Brawl me. Wrestle me. Either leave or I will promise you, I will make sure you are never seen on TNT television again. I’m not worried about losing my job because I crippled you. I’m not worried about going to jail for murder. I just don’t give a damn anymore. I’m just aggravated with everything.
I’m aggravated with you costing me my title. I’m aggravated at my current losing streak. I’m lost five of seven matches. I last defeated Jesse Westcoat two months ago. Then I lost to Johnny Fly, Dante, the Stable Match, the Four-Way Titans match, I beat Krisus, then lose to Jimmy. Tomorrow, it’s not a matter of win or lose. It’s a matter of taking you out of TNT.
Tomorrow, we’re not going to wrestle. We’re going to beat the hell out of each other. Tomorrow, you will try to hurt me. Contrary, I will hurt you! Try me Nic, just try me. At April Attack, the attack will be bloody. The attack will be sickening. The attack will be vicious. Nic, I truly don’t a fuck what happens in the match. I don’t care if I win, lose, or it’s a freakin’ no contest. Tomorrow, this will be true.
Lyricz walks off as the camera zooms in on the tombstone as the scene fades.
