Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2022 1:43:54 GMT
The scene opens up in a heavily wooded forest, where we can see a medium sized campfire roaring in the center of the frame, we can also see a man walking around the back of the fire towards the camera, revealing himself to be non other than "The New" Luke Marshall.
"You know... you'd think I'd be grateful being put in back to back main events. You'd think that I would've thought that this was the start of me getting the respect that I deserve for always sticking by this company. That finally I'd be gettin over the speed hump and moving on with my career."
Luke would chuckle, scratching the back of his head, before changing his demeanor.
"Except, that's not the fuckin' case. INSTEAD, what I gotta deal with is getting booked against ANOTHER indie darling, someone who's 'scratched and clawed his way to where he is today, through adversity after adversity after adversity'... whoop-dee-fuckin-doo. You don't think that just because I haven't taken the same route that he did to get here today, that I haven't gone through a mountain of bullshit and everything gettin' thrown at me to get to where I am? Fuck that."
Luke would reach behind him and pull into the forefront, his old Rugby League jersey.
"Just because I did this instead of workin' indie dates for less than I would get on the dole, does not fuckin' mean I don't know adversity! Just because I spent most of my adult life in Rugby League instead of taking stupid fucking neck bumps in a gymnasium for thirteen people, then sleeping in that same gym, does not mean I don't fucking know adversity. Just because I played footy in stadiums in front of tens of thousands instead of doing stupid flippy shit for tens of people for less than it would've cost me to drive to the arena, Doesn't. Mean. I. Don't. Know. Adversity. I practically destroyed my knees in that sport, got told I'd never play again. You know what I did?"
Luke looks down at his jersey for a moment, before looking back at the camera.
"I scratched. I clawed. I fought for my fucking life to make it back. Everyone wrote me off, just like everyone's writing me off in this match, but I'll get to that in a moment. Sports commentators, fucking everyone wrote me off without a second thought. But I got back. I played two more seasons, and then... I got dropped. The one thing I knew in life was done. But instead of wallowing in my self pity, you know what I did instead? I went out and looked for my next venture in life, which lead me to wrestling, which lead me to Lions Road. You all know the rest. Now, that all leads me to my match against MEZA... a man who got his contract here in Pollo Road... by winning a fucking reality TV show."
He sighs, putting his head in his hands.
"Seriously? This is your boy? The man who had to compete on a game show because his wrestling wasn't good enough on the indies to get noticed by anyone of note? Man... I sure do have my work cut out for me here..."
He says that last part with the most sarcastic tone of voice and an eye roll.
"Give me a fucking break. You think I'm gonna struggle against him of all people? Nah... nah nah nah see I've had real struggles before. This will be a fucking cake walk... this will be a REAL chance for me to show the world what I am, that six man was just a taste... but now? Now I'm a whole different man. Out with the old..."
Luke looks down at his jersey, the very thing he spent so many years wearing, then back at the fire, then at the camera.
"...and in with the new."
He throws the jersey over his head
"Sometimes in life, you just have to burn a couple bridges so you don't see yourself make the same fuck up you have previously. This is my show. This... is the fucking platform I am going to use to claim the Worlds Cruiserweight Championship... and MEZA? You're nothing more to me than a fucking stepping stone."
And with that, Luke walks out of frame as the camera lingers on the fire, and we can see the Lukes jersey burning into nothing as the scene fades to black.
"You know... you'd think I'd be grateful being put in back to back main events. You'd think that I would've thought that this was the start of me getting the respect that I deserve for always sticking by this company. That finally I'd be gettin over the speed hump and moving on with my career."
Luke would chuckle, scratching the back of his head, before changing his demeanor.
"Except, that's not the fuckin' case. INSTEAD, what I gotta deal with is getting booked against ANOTHER indie darling, someone who's 'scratched and clawed his way to where he is today, through adversity after adversity after adversity'... whoop-dee-fuckin-doo. You don't think that just because I haven't taken the same route that he did to get here today, that I haven't gone through a mountain of bullshit and everything gettin' thrown at me to get to where I am? Fuck that."
Luke would reach behind him and pull into the forefront, his old Rugby League jersey.
"Just because I did this instead of workin' indie dates for less than I would get on the dole, does not fuckin' mean I don't know adversity! Just because I spent most of my adult life in Rugby League instead of taking stupid fucking neck bumps in a gymnasium for thirteen people, then sleeping in that same gym, does not mean I don't fucking know adversity. Just because I played footy in stadiums in front of tens of thousands instead of doing stupid flippy shit for tens of people for less than it would've cost me to drive to the arena, Doesn't. Mean. I. Don't. Know. Adversity. I practically destroyed my knees in that sport, got told I'd never play again. You know what I did?"
Luke looks down at his jersey for a moment, before looking back at the camera.
"I scratched. I clawed. I fought for my fucking life to make it back. Everyone wrote me off, just like everyone's writing me off in this match, but I'll get to that in a moment. Sports commentators, fucking everyone wrote me off without a second thought. But I got back. I played two more seasons, and then... I got dropped. The one thing I knew in life was done. But instead of wallowing in my self pity, you know what I did instead? I went out and looked for my next venture in life, which lead me to wrestling, which lead me to Lions Road. You all know the rest. Now, that all leads me to my match against MEZA... a man who got his contract here in Pollo Road... by winning a fucking reality TV show."
He sighs, putting his head in his hands.
"Seriously? This is your boy? The man who had to compete on a game show because his wrestling wasn't good enough on the indies to get noticed by anyone of note? Man... I sure do have my work cut out for me here..."
He says that last part with the most sarcastic tone of voice and an eye roll.
"Give me a fucking break. You think I'm gonna struggle against him of all people? Nah... nah nah nah see I've had real struggles before. This will be a fucking cake walk... this will be a REAL chance for me to show the world what I am, that six man was just a taste... but now? Now I'm a whole different man. Out with the old..."
Luke looks down at his jersey, the very thing he spent so many years wearing, then back at the fire, then at the camera.
"...and in with the new."
He throws the jersey over his head
"Sometimes in life, you just have to burn a couple bridges so you don't see yourself make the same fuck up you have previously. This is my show. This... is the fucking platform I am going to use to claim the Worlds Cruiserweight Championship... and MEZA? You're nothing more to me than a fucking stepping stone."
And with that, Luke walks out of frame as the camera lingers on the fire, and we can see the Lukes jersey burning into nothing as the scene fades to black.