Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2022 14:09:41 GMT
The scene opens up, we can see the silhouette of Luke Marshall, stood in what appears to be a park in the middle of the night, all we can see is the line of tree's in front of him, as he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
"Viva Las Vegas... You know... those three words said almost exclusively by dumbfuck eighteen year olds on their first overseas holiday in the states, and bridesmaids who literally want to be anywhere else with life, instead they're stuck with their friend, who just so happens to be having the time of her life, while they sit around getting drunk and forgetting that they are sad, alone, and not getting any younger... and when you think about it... like really think about it... it... it fits the last couple years of my life..."
It takes him a moment to think and collect himself.
"...I know it's been a minute since we've really... talked. So... let me just lay it all down for you real quick... I'm Two and One... and that one haunts me. That one cost me a shot at winning... winning a championship. The one thing I've wanted since I got into this business... I won a championship very, very briefly a couple years back... but this... this was different. I felt as if I had a REAL shot at winning this championship, man. Like, it was within my goddamn grasp... but... it got snatched from me by some stupid fucking cunt that won a talent contest... I know, sorry. You don't like me usin' that word... you never did."
We can hear him take a few quick, and shaky breaths.
"you... you never did... umm... so what else has been happening... oh! Yeah, right. This whole 'Viva Las Vegas' shit. So, they've got me teaming with this guy Reo, good guy. Haven't had much in the way of conversation with him, right. But, he seems like good people... so I'm teamin' up with him to take on Red Tiger King. Which I mean... snore. I can't even begin to list off the reasons I don't like this guy... because they could chuck that mask on any old Tom, Dick and Harry that walked through and they'd all share the same thing. The charisma of a wet paper towel... then that leads me to... Meza."
Marshall takes another breath in and out.
"THAT is the guy that gave me my one loss in the Pollo Road reboot. That's the guy that... that is only here based off of a fucking competition. Seriously... I can't believe it... I can't even begin to understand why people rate him so highly. He choked on the big stage after he beat me. He couldn't handle the pressure! Can you imagine if the guy had actually won that match? God... he would've relinquished the belt by this point, claimin' to have lost his smile, or some dumb shit along those lines. This company would be in fucking shambles mate. Could you imagine? It's be like gettin' Ricky Stewart to run the whole comp, could you imagine those scenes?"
Luke laughs for a moment, it's at this point that we realise that... he isn't talking to us at home... he's talking to someone else.
"Or, or. Even better, it'd be like if the tigers brought back Michael Maguire to run the ship even further into the ground! Can you even believe he gave me the sack? God. Talk about incompetence... glad his stink is gone from our club, lad. Finally got someone that can give us the kick up the ass that they need to win the comp, this last season was a howler, wasn't it?"
Luke laughs softly, before sniffing and wiping his eyes.
"...I fucking miss you, Dad... I promise I won't be a stranger, and I'll come see you soon."
At that point, Luke leans down and pats what we now know is the top of a headstone, as he walks away we can read what the headstone reads.
'In Loving Memory of Arthur Cordell Marshall
A loving Husband, Father, and Brother.
To The World, He Was One. But To Us, He Was The World.
14.6.1958 - 21-4-2021'
And the scene fades.
"Viva Las Vegas... You know... those three words said almost exclusively by dumbfuck eighteen year olds on their first overseas holiday in the states, and bridesmaids who literally want to be anywhere else with life, instead they're stuck with their friend, who just so happens to be having the time of her life, while they sit around getting drunk and forgetting that they are sad, alone, and not getting any younger... and when you think about it... like really think about it... it... it fits the last couple years of my life..."
It takes him a moment to think and collect himself.
"...I know it's been a minute since we've really... talked. So... let me just lay it all down for you real quick... I'm Two and One... and that one haunts me. That one cost me a shot at winning... winning a championship. The one thing I've wanted since I got into this business... I won a championship very, very briefly a couple years back... but this... this was different. I felt as if I had a REAL shot at winning this championship, man. Like, it was within my goddamn grasp... but... it got snatched from me by some stupid fucking cunt that won a talent contest... I know, sorry. You don't like me usin' that word... you never did."
We can hear him take a few quick, and shaky breaths.
"you... you never did... umm... so what else has been happening... oh! Yeah, right. This whole 'Viva Las Vegas' shit. So, they've got me teaming with this guy Reo, good guy. Haven't had much in the way of conversation with him, right. But, he seems like good people... so I'm teamin' up with him to take on Red Tiger King. Which I mean... snore. I can't even begin to list off the reasons I don't like this guy... because they could chuck that mask on any old Tom, Dick and Harry that walked through and they'd all share the same thing. The charisma of a wet paper towel... then that leads me to... Meza."
Marshall takes another breath in and out.
"THAT is the guy that gave me my one loss in the Pollo Road reboot. That's the guy that... that is only here based off of a fucking competition. Seriously... I can't believe it... I can't even begin to understand why people rate him so highly. He choked on the big stage after he beat me. He couldn't handle the pressure! Can you imagine if the guy had actually won that match? God... he would've relinquished the belt by this point, claimin' to have lost his smile, or some dumb shit along those lines. This company would be in fucking shambles mate. Could you imagine? It's be like gettin' Ricky Stewart to run the whole comp, could you imagine those scenes?"
Luke laughs for a moment, it's at this point that we realise that... he isn't talking to us at home... he's talking to someone else.
"Or, or. Even better, it'd be like if the tigers brought back Michael Maguire to run the ship even further into the ground! Can you even believe he gave me the sack? God. Talk about incompetence... glad his stink is gone from our club, lad. Finally got someone that can give us the kick up the ass that they need to win the comp, this last season was a howler, wasn't it?"
Luke laughs softly, before sniffing and wiping his eyes.
"...I fucking miss you, Dad... I promise I won't be a stranger, and I'll come see you soon."
At that point, Luke leans down and pats what we now know is the top of a headstone, as he walks away we can read what the headstone reads.
'In Loving Memory of Arthur Cordell Marshall
A loving Husband, Father, and Brother.
To The World, He Was One. But To Us, He Was The World.
14.6.1958 - 21-4-2021'
And the scene fades.