Legacy's are for the Lazy

August 19, 2022; 3:12 AM
Jackson Heights Rooftop
Queens, NY



The cool high seventies night air adds to the randomly noisy downtown area of the historical district known as Jackson Heights. The advertising sign affixed to the building’s casts enough light on the rooftops to get a clear look of Marcus. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it aside; he looks up at the camera with a slight confused look.


I’m trying to figure if the bosses hate you or something? I mean personally I figure its because they are tired of a legacy riding, delusional old lady representing their TV division.


He takes a step forward shaking his head looking at the ground in almost shame for Alexandra Calaway.


Are there really people who’s scared to face you? TWENTY-THREE YEARS! Look at you, a F***ing mess. How was Niobe put together better than you? You have ten years of doing this than me, you grew up around it, and still hadn’t figured out what took me five years to learn. I’ve been here a week, and already in a match for the preverbal “your” TV title. Why does it look like you’ve just decided to hang out in the TV division? If we’re not going to the top, why bother at all?


Marcus slowly starts to walk around the roof top, occasionally looking over at the streets below.


Maybe Mark’s really a dick and never taught you about all those things, daddy issues be like that. Two weeks ago, I sat down and watched about six months of AW, see who’s about. Yeah, I did see your return, I saw your tune up match, title win, and the last, what four defenses? You know what I haven’t seen much talk about? Let’s be real here, you have access to every single championship Action Wrestling has, and not a single one seems to want you part of it. Enter myself, it’s funny you called yourself the ‘Dream Killer’, I like my version better, but I guess that makes me the Nightmare Killer here, and isn’t that what you’re trying to portray yourself as?


A mildly confused look comes over his face as he sort of zones out in thought. His hand slowly is reached up and he scratches his chin, his beard creates an almost wave like movement as he scratches.




Maybe that was the other one, you both are overall disappointing. How does a business woman, dominatrix, Satan worshiping, cheeping of the Legacy she was given and not earned, family woman even make sense? This is that shit Mark put up with, had to have a second job while in wrestling, so again I ask, are people actually worried about facing you? I thought I left the indies in the indies. Maybe I’m the one being punished, damn. It’s like that?


He rubs the back of his head and giggles a little to himself before walking over to the ledge and looking down as he sits down. He pauses for a few moments in order to collect himself. Takes a deep breath while still looking down.


You once said that people say that you have a chip on your shoulder, that since your happy little injury you’ve been full of spitfire. We all get injured but that’s no excuse to be so scared of trying again, like really trying again. You show little Ashlynn that its ok to be the bare minimum. Even sadder, you talk about blazing your own trail, at one point does the sparks ignite?


He looks up and winks at the camera with a slight smile on his face, and slightly points towards the camera in a gestured motion.


You’re a woman who pretends to care about the ‘dark arts’ and I just did a rail of my grandmothers ashes, and for the moment I can look into the future. I do see a lot of fire and blazing, but it’s not going to a trail, more of the dumpster called your career meeting the inevitable fire. I see that your way too small to power lift anything with me, and after last weeks match that you will be working on using my momentum to get the upper hand. Well look at that, you can be a hack and still be productive. A point to be made though, no way could you support my weight for the apocalypse, and you would never be able to get a full fallen angel, physics and all. It’s almost not going to be work kicking out of it if you do try. Let me help you, maybe a modified Fallen Angel, maybe focus on the Gates. I know, it’s not like you haven’t faced bigger opponents before, you just beat a basketball player. Although we all know that they are the least athletic and probably one of the dumbest of athletes, but you did beat him.


Marcus looks down at his watch and looks around at the streets surrounding him, and back down at his watch. He lets out a sigh and brings his attention back to the camera.


I’m quickly running out of time, so lets head home. If you’re right, great, I mean you’ll have to do it again with me, I’m petty as hell, I want my W. If I win, I get to see little Ashlynn cry, the look of disappointment in her eyes towards you. Now that’s a real win if I do say so myself. How funny would it be to disrupt this whole Judgement Day thing you got going on? All good things but I will see you on the Twenty-Second, see Addy soon after.