Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2022 11:42:14 GMT
The scene fades in, where we can see the Sydney CBD skyline in the distance, the camera slowly pans down, where we can see a man in a hooded sweatshirt standing in front of the camera, overlooking the view.
"You know somethin... being back here, even if this is only temporary, makes me think... what life would be like if... if I just caved into the pressure of just being okay... if I just sat around being just okay, but having the support of everyone around me... would I still be in the NRL?"
At this point we know who is speaking to us, the former 'Super Rookie', Luke Marshall.
"...would I still be just, 'The Super Rookie'? Or... or. Would I be worse off. If I kept listening to everyone and doing what they asked of me... not being the best version of me that I could possibly be... would I have retired? Cause shit... I know that it was on my mind when I was on that six month streak of loss, after loss, after loss... and all I got in return?"
Luke turns to face the camera, smirking and scratching his chin before continuing to speak.
"...'Oh, don't worry Luke... you'll get them next time!', or... or I'd get 'Ahh, it's alright mate, not everything goes our way.', or my personal favourite... 'Maybe this wrestling thing is just not for you.'... maybe... maybe it's just not for me. That's what the fans, who I DID all that in the ring for, those very fans who claimed to support me, no matter what, pretty much telling me to hang up my boots. I'm not good enough... I can't 'hang' with the rest because I didn't come up through the fucking indies, and bump on the floor for a hotdog and a handshake like the rest of their dumbass favourites! Because I came from a background of playin sport, after a string of losses, they suddenly think that they know what's best for me, and suggest me hanging up my boots?"
He scoffs, which turns into a chuckle, before becoming a full blown bout of laughter, calming himself down, he looks back at the camera.
"... no one... no one can tell me what is and isn't good for MY career. I have that right. NOW... now we're coming up on the 19th anniversary of Pollo Bucket, and I'm teamed up with Darkness Tigre and Reo Ojima to take on a TRIO of cunts, David Troy, Red Tiger King & Ultimo Pollo IV. Am I worried?"
Luke ponders of a second, looking off to the side before facing the camera once more.
"Nah. Not with Reo and Tigre by my side. Should I be? Absolutely... not. I could give a fuck less about Troy Bolton, Red Panda Queen and Super Mario Bro Nine. THIS... this match is about one thing, and one thing only in my head... showing to anyone and everyone who ever doubted me... that this new Luke Marshall? He's a dangerous... dangerous man... and I find it fitting that my first match back?... it's bein held in my old stomping grounds... guess I'll be seein you cunts on the Twenty-Eighth. Better hope you got your health and life insurance in check before you step across from 'The New'... Luke... Marshall."
With that, Luke puts his hands in either pocked of his sweatshirt, and walks out of frame, with the last shot we see being that of the Sydney CBD skyline, as the scene fades.
"You know somethin... being back here, even if this is only temporary, makes me think... what life would be like if... if I just caved into the pressure of just being okay... if I just sat around being just okay, but having the support of everyone around me... would I still be in the NRL?"
At this point we know who is speaking to us, the former 'Super Rookie', Luke Marshall.
"...would I still be just, 'The Super Rookie'? Or... or. Would I be worse off. If I kept listening to everyone and doing what they asked of me... not being the best version of me that I could possibly be... would I have retired? Cause shit... I know that it was on my mind when I was on that six month streak of loss, after loss, after loss... and all I got in return?"
Luke turns to face the camera, smirking and scratching his chin before continuing to speak.
"...'Oh, don't worry Luke... you'll get them next time!', or... or I'd get 'Ahh, it's alright mate, not everything goes our way.', or my personal favourite... 'Maybe this wrestling thing is just not for you.'... maybe... maybe it's just not for me. That's what the fans, who I DID all that in the ring for, those very fans who claimed to support me, no matter what, pretty much telling me to hang up my boots. I'm not good enough... I can't 'hang' with the rest because I didn't come up through the fucking indies, and bump on the floor for a hotdog and a handshake like the rest of their dumbass favourites! Because I came from a background of playin sport, after a string of losses, they suddenly think that they know what's best for me, and suggest me hanging up my boots?"
He scoffs, which turns into a chuckle, before becoming a full blown bout of laughter, calming himself down, he looks back at the camera.
"... no one... no one can tell me what is and isn't good for MY career. I have that right. NOW... now we're coming up on the 19th anniversary of Pollo Bucket, and I'm teamed up with Darkness Tigre and Reo Ojima to take on a TRIO of cunts, David Troy, Red Tiger King & Ultimo Pollo IV. Am I worried?"
Luke ponders of a second, looking off to the side before facing the camera once more.
"Nah. Not with Reo and Tigre by my side. Should I be? Absolutely... not. I could give a fuck less about Troy Bolton, Red Panda Queen and Super Mario Bro Nine. THIS... this match is about one thing, and one thing only in my head... showing to anyone and everyone who ever doubted me... that this new Luke Marshall? He's a dangerous... dangerous man... and I find it fitting that my first match back?... it's bein held in my old stomping grounds... guess I'll be seein you cunts on the Twenty-Eighth. Better hope you got your health and life insurance in check before you step across from 'The New'... Luke... Marshall."
With that, Luke puts his hands in either pocked of his sweatshirt, and walks out of frame, with the last shot we see being that of the Sydney CBD skyline, as the scene fades.