Post by Donald Deruty on Feb 18, 2018 17:49:03 GMT -5
The scene opens up with brick buildings surrounding one single road, the busy streets constructed with concrete that has a million cracks. Children walk up and down the sidewalk going from place to place, some with a smile on their face and others with fear in their eyes. The children all have backpacks strapped around them as they all walk down the streets. A woman rushes out of her home, her hair curly and frayed like an old bird nest. It appears she focuses all her attention on a group of boys that just passed the home.
Woman: “Jim Andrew Wagner get your fucking ass in the house right now!”
The boys turn at the sound of the screeching woman. Slowly one of the boys begin to disperse from the group, and walk back towards the apparent mother. The boy takes his time to reach the woman and once he gets right in front of her he stops with his head down staring at her house shoes.
Woman: “Where in the hell do you think you’re going Jimmy? How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you let me know if you are not coming directly home after school?!”
The boy slowly looks up towards the woman with a look of fear in his eyes. He then swallows before he opens his mouth and attempts to respond to the woman with the frayed hair.
Jimmy: “Mom, we were just go…”
*SMACK*
The woman takes her hand and smacks the boy across the face. The boy does take the blow respectively without flinching but this only frustrated his mother even more. She quickly grabs the boy by his arm and pulls him back up the stairs to their apartment building.
Woman: “When I ask you a question I expect a direct answer, not an excuse for why you broke the rules! I do not care if one of your famous basketball players are here or not, you get your ass home as soon as school ends!”
The boy looks back at his friends to only notice that they have already dispersed from the location. After seeing his friends flee the scene before even checking if he is safe disappoints the boy as he lowers his head down as he continues to get dragged to the door step. Although the boy’s head raises up as he takes his arms and grips his mother’s wrists hard enough that the pain forces her to let go of the young boy. He takes the opportunity and jumps down the steps and begins to run down the street.
Quickly the woman hops down the steps and begins to chase after the boy for a short time before giving up. She continues to screech at the boy in a tone that is un-comprehensible. She stops a few feet from her doorstep before halting in her tracks and stares at the boy running off.
Woman: “That little shit…”
As the woman turns and begins to head back to her apartment she catches another boy about the age of fourteen staring at her from the other side of the street. He is standing in front of a small home, with a brown paper bag in his hands.
Woman: “What the fuck are you looking at Simmons? Why don’t you go back in the house that the military paid? That was the only good thing your good for nothing did for you family, and that resulted in him dead.”
The middle aged woman begins to walk back up her steps leaving the boy on the other side of the street. The teenager seems to only ignore the comment before walking down the street.
The view zooms out to show the same street and apartment buildings but also the bright blue sky in the background. As the boy slowly exits the frame the bright sky begins to darken as a glare from the descending sun flares on the lenses of the camera. Slowly the bright sky becomes darker and darker until the point that the camera can catch a 5 brightness off of the moon filling the night sky. The boy from across the street begins to walk back into frame from the same direction that he left. He begins to reach into his pocket for a key of sorts. Although he is interrupted by a small voice coming from behind him.
Jimmy: “…hey…”
The boy attempting to get into his house turns slowly to find the other boy that ran away sitting on his apartment stairs. The other boy looks around slowly before going and crossing the street. He then goes and sits beside the boys a few years younger than him.
Simpson Boy: “Listen to me when I say this, it may seem bad now but trust me that there are a lot worse things that can happen to you than your mom yelling at you in front of your friends. That even worse stuff happens around here at night in the darkness, so next time just bottle up your shame and go home.”
The older boy then gets up from the step and begins to walk back towards the street before his arm is grabbed by the younger boy. The younger boy then stands up and looks the older boy face to face before taking a deep breath and staring down towards the old and cracked concrete slabs underneath his feet.
Jimmy: “…I know…but it happens all the time. She either yells at me, grounds me, and sometimes she even hits me…even more than today. I feel like everyone just watches an…”
Quickly the older boy interrupts the child.
Simpson Boy: “People around here see it happen but they all choose to ignore it because they think it is going to be an inconvenience for them to get involved. Some people are frightened that if they report anything that their skeletons will be let out of the closet as well.”
Jimmy interrupts the older boy in a questionable tone.
Jimmy: “Skeletons?”
The older boy slowly chuckles for a moment before crossing his arms across his chest and taking a deep breath before continuing.
Simpson Boy: “Sorry…like their secrets. They are scared that if they call the police that the police will find their drugs, or anything else they are doing illegally that they will be writing an arrest warrant for their own cell. Just seeing a cop down the street makes everyone fearful, they act like it’s not just another human being. They act like he is a god or something.”
Jimmy: “Arrest warrant? What is that?”
The older boy smirks for a few seconds before lightly padding the boy on the back.
Simpson Boy: “Nothing to worry about right now. Promise me that you will never get into any sort of trouble and that you will be home every night before dark?”
Jimmy: “I guess so…”
The older boy quickly takes his hand and squeezes the younger boy’s shoulder, the initial squeeze shocks Jimmy as he quickly turns back toward the older kid.
Simpson Boy: “There is no guessing, people around here look for kids like you. They try and tell you that if you listen to them and do exactly what they tell you to do that everything will be better. Take this or take that, have a drink of this or have a drink of that. You need to trust me that those people can and will do much worse than you mother can do to you.”
The older boy gets up and once again begins to walk back towards the middle of the street. Slowly the younger boy gets up from the step and begins to walk up the stairs and towards the door of his apartment building. He hesitates before reaching forward towards the knob and slowly begins to turn it, forcing the door to unlock and open. After a few seconds the young Jimmy walks into the apartment building and shortly thereafter the camera pans back towards the other side of the street where the other boy can be found walking towards his front door. He reaches the cracked sidewalk and turns back toward the direction of the apartment building.
He takes a few seconds to look at the buildings and to look up towards all of the different windows in the building. Shortly then after he turns back around and reaches back into his coat pocket for his house key. He grabs it and then unlocks his door before walking in and closing it behind him. The scene then goes black.
The scene opens up with brick buildings surrounding one single road. The same apartment buildings and homes that were previously described. Only this time the buildings are more run down and are in an even rougher condition. The camera rotates towards the apartment building of Jimmy Wagner and continues to rotate to the same house that continues to barely stand on the plot of the Simpson boy’s home. This house looks especially older and seems as if it can barely even stand on its own. Windows are covered with wooden paneling to get intruders out and the roof seems as if it can cave in at a moment’s notice.
The street is relatively quiet as not a single sound can be heard from miles. The darkness from the night continues to hover over the homes but every couple yards a street post is standing providing as little light to the darkened street below. The view from the camera goes from a large shot to now it has faded to a view from the sidewalk closest to the Simpson household. The shot is focusing on a certain street where a man can be seen approaching the camera slightly taking his time and dressed in what seems to be a dark pea coat. There is something rather large within the pockets of his pea coat but it is unknown because the outline of the item cannot be seen. After a few moments the man finally appears close enough within the shot to be able to be recognized by the camera. His face is recognized as none other than Donald Deruty, a local to the area of New York City before moving away from the city to his new home in Arizona.
“Not only are the streets in this neighborhood cold but they are also unforgiving. The weather right now brings back memories of times that I had as a child struggling to even survive and make it to the next day. When I was a young child I did not listen to the warning signs. I continued to stay out after night trying to escape from a house life that turned out to be even better for me than living on the streets taking drugs, drinking booze, and even shooting guns. I started around the early age of twelve and never looked back until I was put into a situation where I had to choose one path of life or the other. After a year of putting my life in danger I was given an alternate option and decided to take it and never look back. I was given the choice to either continue living in the house, going to school, and eventually getting a job and helping support my family. Of course my other option was to continue on with my life of selling drugs, drinking booze, and other foolish antics without a warm bed to sleep in. In the past I was always given this choice by my mother but I knew that once my older brother wrote a letter to me from all the way across the world about my problems that I needed to get my shit together.
My older brother Donnie was a role model to me. I looked up to him and always wanted to be like him, he was always active in after school activities and always had a bunch of friends with him wanting to hangout. There were times that he was faced with the decision of whether or not to join his friends who fell down a steep slope into the world of narcotics but he always kept his wits and most importantly morals about him. He knew that we did not have a lot of money growing up and he wanted more than anything to make sure that we were provided for, and for many years to come. Although he knew that selling drugs and getting into illegal business is not the right way to provide for a family of five. This is when he decided to join the military and follow in my father’s footsteps.
He was my hero until I had gotten word that he along with my brother Jack, and my father Thomas was captured from their camp and their bodies were found filled with bullets. Donnie was a great and real human being that not only wanted to provide for himself but also wanted to make life easier for his family. His actions and words were his truth and will forever be engraved in my memory. He will never be written in any history book, and hell even after a while my own mother decided that it would be easier to forget than to remember. It was tough for her to understand why her sons and husband was taken away from her so early, of course there was still the youngest but I never lived up to expectations. I may have been the baby of the family but I was never treated like one of the family by my mother, but I should not speak so harshly about my own flesh and blood. There were times that this man had happy and joyful memories with his mother, but they are only fragments and pieces.”
Donald slowly reaches into his wallet and pulls out a picture of his older brother Donnie. He sits the photo on the cracked sidewalk and then reaches in his pocket and places a quarter in the middle of the photo to ensure it won’t blow away. Donald then kneels down to the photo for a few moments before standing back up staring into the lenses of the camera.
“All of my life I have made excuses about having a troubled life growing up. I talked about my family and their tragic death. I continued to talk about how my life could have been easily taken from me by a drugged up crack head on a bad trip. Now that I have grown up and experienced life I now have found that I am not a person with bad luck but instead someone that was lucky enough to make it out of a place like this. I am lucky enough that I was able to even graduate high school and get out of this hell hole that so many people called home. My brothers Jack and Donnie was not given this privilege in life, but instead their way of getting out was to join the military and that even came back to take their lives. Maybe it was their fate to only live life for a short amount of time, and maybe it was for the better.
My entire wrestling career I was known as the underdog contestant that came from nothing to something. I was the man that children with rough childhoods looked up to and wanted to be. I was the person that everyone was surprised to see have his hand raised at the end of the night, not because of my ability in the ring but because of where I came from. I was judged off of my troubled past and my troubled family that people would not see me for who I really was. They would not see me as Donald, but instead I was seen as the last remaining Deruty boy. I was labeled the underdog but all my life I did not see myself as an underdog. Every day since I was a little boy I only had one goal in my life once my father and brothers departed from me. It was not to prove everyone that I was something. It was not to show all of the people that told me that I could never result into anything successful wrong, those thoughts were never my top priority. The feeling was sweet of course but it was never priority number one. My top priority was to survive.
I am a survivor, and that is what I have done all my life. In my early career of professional wrestling I got my ass kicked on numerous occasions, but I learned from those experiences and adapted to my mistakes. I was not taught to fight at a fancy wrestling school like my opponent, but instead I had to adapt to the terrain of the squared circle and learn how to be successful. When I first joined the Wrestling Championship Federation it was a meal ticket, it was my way of surviving and way to eat at night. My mother had lost her faith and was nothing but more a shell of her former self. She moved on from her past family and married another man, a selfish piece of shit that she forced me to call dad. The two of them would almost act like I was nothing but a ghost that lived with them, never acknowledging my presence. Food was never provided for me, so in order to survive I got a job in the afternoons after school to feed myself. In order to survive I needed that job, so I went out and got it. I am not the underdog that everyone says that I am, I am a survivor that chooses to continue on.”
Donald reaches into his pea coat pocket and pulls out the item that is sticking out from his jacket. He pulls out a Bible. He then places it on top of the photo of his older brother Donnie. Donald stands back up and looks at the camera once again.
“Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Now this quote’s origins has not been fully explained, yes it appeared in an old classic movie where an actor portraying Babe Ruth spoke it but there is no proof that he actually said those words. Although this quote could not be more true, no matter if a cheesy Hollywood writer wrote it or not. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Heroes are the individuals that do their part to turn the tide of an event that would otherwise end in detriment for others. Donnie was a hero for my family, he knew that we lived in a place that could easily engulf our family but he took action in order to ensure that didn’t happen. Because of him I am the man that I am today and he will forever live on in my mind as the greatest individual that I have and will ever know.
Legends and stories of great deeds will always engulf the heroes that do the small things for small people. Heroes for years will always be forgotten or covered up by legends. They have always had their place in people’s hearts but are always overlooked by the legends of the world. My opponent Dionysus embodies the ideal of the legend and god of Greek origin. Generations of people have studied and admired the stories of legends and their actions in society forgetting the ones that fought in the Greco-Persian War. The men that were on the front lines and volunteered to die not only for the betterment of their families but the betterment of their country. Legends and gods represent a specific movement or message towards society but without the heroes that fight for those messages and beliefs then where to those legends end up? They are recycled until a new belief is created and new heroes are sacrificed for the beliefs of the immortals.”
Donald reaches back down and places the photo and quarter from underneath the Bible to on top of the Bible. Once again he stands back up, staring at the camera with passion in his eyes.
“People deal with heart break in different ways. My opponent chose to embody the one true belief that kept him grounded when he watched his mother go through her pain and suffering. He grabbed and held onto the one thing that he truly believed in and that was his safe haven. Dionysus has done great things for many different people in his time playing dress up, but I handled my grieving process much differently. While you chose to express yourself through your role model, I also chose to express myself as well as define my life based off of my role model’s actions. I chose to honor not only my brother Donnie but also all of those heroes that died for the betterment of their associates whether that be family, friends, or country. In tribute I nickname myself after one of the most memorable and admirable sacrifices in American history. Those men were slaughtered on those beaches, they were not only charging to better the world and society around them but also in an attempt to even survive to see the day that all of their sacrifices would pay off.
I embody these heroes and Dionysus this Monday history will not repeat itself with the legends ending up on top. Those heroes that died for the gods causes will bite back and refresh everyone of who should really be studied and lived forever in the minds of others. This Monday at Clash everyone will see a legend fall to the very thing that it is supposed to engulf, and that is a hero. You can dress up in your chest plates, gauntlets, and capes but none of that will be able to protect you from a lock that will provide justice to all of those that have fallen because of a legend’s beliefs or thoughts. Heroes will be once again remembered for longer than only a few months after their good deeds, they will be remembered for a lifetime and the recording of Action Wrestling’s Clash this Monday will be the proof. I will rewrite this quote and renounce its meaning to the general public and when I pin you and my hand is raised…Donnie will have never been dead and Dionysus will be…Dead and Forgotten…”
The scene goes black.
The scene opens up with a semi-dark shot of a cemetery. It begins in the corner and slowly makes its way through the headstones, weaving in and out. Seen in the distance is a man in a black suit and pea coat. His breath can be seen from a long distance across the cemetery as it is dispersed in the wind. Slowly the camera approaches the individual by slowly taking small strides of steps as the camera shakes every time the cameraman takes a step closer. In the man’s hand is flowers that he places down in front of one of the headstones. The man then turns and walks away from the headstones that are in front of him.
The camera then tries to rush to catch up to the man but he is too late as the sound of a car driving off can be heard in the distance. The camera reaches the headstones and then pans down and towards the headstones that the man was standing in front of. There are four sets of flowers on four different headstones. The camera pans to reveal the names written on the headstones “Jack Deruty, Donnie Deruty, Thomas Deruty, and Kimberly Simmons.” The cameraman then turns back towards the entrance and exit of the cemetery but there is no one nor vehicle to be found.
The scene goes black slowly fading back into the shot of the four names on the headstones.
Woman: “Jim Andrew Wagner get your fucking ass in the house right now!”
The boys turn at the sound of the screeching woman. Slowly one of the boys begin to disperse from the group, and walk back towards the apparent mother. The boy takes his time to reach the woman and once he gets right in front of her he stops with his head down staring at her house shoes.
Woman: “Where in the hell do you think you’re going Jimmy? How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you let me know if you are not coming directly home after school?!”
The boy slowly looks up towards the woman with a look of fear in his eyes. He then swallows before he opens his mouth and attempts to respond to the woman with the frayed hair.
Jimmy: “Mom, we were just go…”
*SMACK*
The woman takes her hand and smacks the boy across the face. The boy does take the blow respectively without flinching but this only frustrated his mother even more. She quickly grabs the boy by his arm and pulls him back up the stairs to their apartment building.
Woman: “When I ask you a question I expect a direct answer, not an excuse for why you broke the rules! I do not care if one of your famous basketball players are here or not, you get your ass home as soon as school ends!”
The boy looks back at his friends to only notice that they have already dispersed from the location. After seeing his friends flee the scene before even checking if he is safe disappoints the boy as he lowers his head down as he continues to get dragged to the door step. Although the boy’s head raises up as he takes his arms and grips his mother’s wrists hard enough that the pain forces her to let go of the young boy. He takes the opportunity and jumps down the steps and begins to run down the street.
Quickly the woman hops down the steps and begins to chase after the boy for a short time before giving up. She continues to screech at the boy in a tone that is un-comprehensible. She stops a few feet from her doorstep before halting in her tracks and stares at the boy running off.
Woman: “That little shit…”
As the woman turns and begins to head back to her apartment she catches another boy about the age of fourteen staring at her from the other side of the street. He is standing in front of a small home, with a brown paper bag in his hands.
Woman: “What the fuck are you looking at Simmons? Why don’t you go back in the house that the military paid? That was the only good thing your good for nothing did for you family, and that resulted in him dead.”
The middle aged woman begins to walk back up her steps leaving the boy on the other side of the street. The teenager seems to only ignore the comment before walking down the street.
The view zooms out to show the same street and apartment buildings but also the bright blue sky in the background. As the boy slowly exits the frame the bright sky begins to darken as a glare from the descending sun flares on the lenses of the camera. Slowly the bright sky becomes darker and darker until the point that the camera can catch a 5 brightness off of the moon filling the night sky. The boy from across the street begins to walk back into frame from the same direction that he left. He begins to reach into his pocket for a key of sorts. Although he is interrupted by a small voice coming from behind him.
Jimmy: “…hey…”
The boy attempting to get into his house turns slowly to find the other boy that ran away sitting on his apartment stairs. The other boy looks around slowly before going and crossing the street. He then goes and sits beside the boys a few years younger than him.
Simpson Boy: “Listen to me when I say this, it may seem bad now but trust me that there are a lot worse things that can happen to you than your mom yelling at you in front of your friends. That even worse stuff happens around here at night in the darkness, so next time just bottle up your shame and go home.”
The older boy then gets up from the step and begins to walk back towards the street before his arm is grabbed by the younger boy. The younger boy then stands up and looks the older boy face to face before taking a deep breath and staring down towards the old and cracked concrete slabs underneath his feet.
Jimmy: “…I know…but it happens all the time. She either yells at me, grounds me, and sometimes she even hits me…even more than today. I feel like everyone just watches an…”
Quickly the older boy interrupts the child.
Simpson Boy: “People around here see it happen but they all choose to ignore it because they think it is going to be an inconvenience for them to get involved. Some people are frightened that if they report anything that their skeletons will be let out of the closet as well.”
Jimmy interrupts the older boy in a questionable tone.
Jimmy: “Skeletons?”
The older boy slowly chuckles for a moment before crossing his arms across his chest and taking a deep breath before continuing.
Simpson Boy: “Sorry…like their secrets. They are scared that if they call the police that the police will find their drugs, or anything else they are doing illegally that they will be writing an arrest warrant for their own cell. Just seeing a cop down the street makes everyone fearful, they act like it’s not just another human being. They act like he is a god or something.”
Jimmy: “Arrest warrant? What is that?”
The older boy smirks for a few seconds before lightly padding the boy on the back.
Simpson Boy: “Nothing to worry about right now. Promise me that you will never get into any sort of trouble and that you will be home every night before dark?”
Jimmy: “I guess so…”
The older boy quickly takes his hand and squeezes the younger boy’s shoulder, the initial squeeze shocks Jimmy as he quickly turns back toward the older kid.
Simpson Boy: “There is no guessing, people around here look for kids like you. They try and tell you that if you listen to them and do exactly what they tell you to do that everything will be better. Take this or take that, have a drink of this or have a drink of that. You need to trust me that those people can and will do much worse than you mother can do to you.”
The older boy gets up and once again begins to walk back towards the middle of the street. Slowly the younger boy gets up from the step and begins to walk up the stairs and towards the door of his apartment building. He hesitates before reaching forward towards the knob and slowly begins to turn it, forcing the door to unlock and open. After a few seconds the young Jimmy walks into the apartment building and shortly thereafter the camera pans back towards the other side of the street where the other boy can be found walking towards his front door. He reaches the cracked sidewalk and turns back toward the direction of the apartment building.
He takes a few seconds to look at the buildings and to look up towards all of the different windows in the building. Shortly then after he turns back around and reaches back into his coat pocket for his house key. He grabs it and then unlocks his door before walking in and closing it behind him. The scene then goes black.
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Present Day
The scene opens up with brick buildings surrounding one single road. The same apartment buildings and homes that were previously described. Only this time the buildings are more run down and are in an even rougher condition. The camera rotates towards the apartment building of Jimmy Wagner and continues to rotate to the same house that continues to barely stand on the plot of the Simpson boy’s home. This house looks especially older and seems as if it can barely even stand on its own. Windows are covered with wooden paneling to get intruders out and the roof seems as if it can cave in at a moment’s notice.
The street is relatively quiet as not a single sound can be heard from miles. The darkness from the night continues to hover over the homes but every couple yards a street post is standing providing as little light to the darkened street below. The view from the camera goes from a large shot to now it has faded to a view from the sidewalk closest to the Simpson household. The shot is focusing on a certain street where a man can be seen approaching the camera slightly taking his time and dressed in what seems to be a dark pea coat. There is something rather large within the pockets of his pea coat but it is unknown because the outline of the item cannot be seen. After a few moments the man finally appears close enough within the shot to be able to be recognized by the camera. His face is recognized as none other than Donald Deruty, a local to the area of New York City before moving away from the city to his new home in Arizona.
“Not only are the streets in this neighborhood cold but they are also unforgiving. The weather right now brings back memories of times that I had as a child struggling to even survive and make it to the next day. When I was a young child I did not listen to the warning signs. I continued to stay out after night trying to escape from a house life that turned out to be even better for me than living on the streets taking drugs, drinking booze, and even shooting guns. I started around the early age of twelve and never looked back until I was put into a situation where I had to choose one path of life or the other. After a year of putting my life in danger I was given an alternate option and decided to take it and never look back. I was given the choice to either continue living in the house, going to school, and eventually getting a job and helping support my family. Of course my other option was to continue on with my life of selling drugs, drinking booze, and other foolish antics without a warm bed to sleep in. In the past I was always given this choice by my mother but I knew that once my older brother wrote a letter to me from all the way across the world about my problems that I needed to get my shit together.
My older brother Donnie was a role model to me. I looked up to him and always wanted to be like him, he was always active in after school activities and always had a bunch of friends with him wanting to hangout. There were times that he was faced with the decision of whether or not to join his friends who fell down a steep slope into the world of narcotics but he always kept his wits and most importantly morals about him. He knew that we did not have a lot of money growing up and he wanted more than anything to make sure that we were provided for, and for many years to come. Although he knew that selling drugs and getting into illegal business is not the right way to provide for a family of five. This is when he decided to join the military and follow in my father’s footsteps.
He was my hero until I had gotten word that he along with my brother Jack, and my father Thomas was captured from their camp and their bodies were found filled with bullets. Donnie was a great and real human being that not only wanted to provide for himself but also wanted to make life easier for his family. His actions and words were his truth and will forever be engraved in my memory. He will never be written in any history book, and hell even after a while my own mother decided that it would be easier to forget than to remember. It was tough for her to understand why her sons and husband was taken away from her so early, of course there was still the youngest but I never lived up to expectations. I may have been the baby of the family but I was never treated like one of the family by my mother, but I should not speak so harshly about my own flesh and blood. There were times that this man had happy and joyful memories with his mother, but they are only fragments and pieces.”
Donald slowly reaches into his wallet and pulls out a picture of his older brother Donnie. He sits the photo on the cracked sidewalk and then reaches in his pocket and places a quarter in the middle of the photo to ensure it won’t blow away. Donald then kneels down to the photo for a few moments before standing back up staring into the lenses of the camera.
“All of my life I have made excuses about having a troubled life growing up. I talked about my family and their tragic death. I continued to talk about how my life could have been easily taken from me by a drugged up crack head on a bad trip. Now that I have grown up and experienced life I now have found that I am not a person with bad luck but instead someone that was lucky enough to make it out of a place like this. I am lucky enough that I was able to even graduate high school and get out of this hell hole that so many people called home. My brothers Jack and Donnie was not given this privilege in life, but instead their way of getting out was to join the military and that even came back to take their lives. Maybe it was their fate to only live life for a short amount of time, and maybe it was for the better.
My entire wrestling career I was known as the underdog contestant that came from nothing to something. I was the man that children with rough childhoods looked up to and wanted to be. I was the person that everyone was surprised to see have his hand raised at the end of the night, not because of my ability in the ring but because of where I came from. I was judged off of my troubled past and my troubled family that people would not see me for who I really was. They would not see me as Donald, but instead I was seen as the last remaining Deruty boy. I was labeled the underdog but all my life I did not see myself as an underdog. Every day since I was a little boy I only had one goal in my life once my father and brothers departed from me. It was not to prove everyone that I was something. It was not to show all of the people that told me that I could never result into anything successful wrong, those thoughts were never my top priority. The feeling was sweet of course but it was never priority number one. My top priority was to survive.
I am a survivor, and that is what I have done all my life. In my early career of professional wrestling I got my ass kicked on numerous occasions, but I learned from those experiences and adapted to my mistakes. I was not taught to fight at a fancy wrestling school like my opponent, but instead I had to adapt to the terrain of the squared circle and learn how to be successful. When I first joined the Wrestling Championship Federation it was a meal ticket, it was my way of surviving and way to eat at night. My mother had lost her faith and was nothing but more a shell of her former self. She moved on from her past family and married another man, a selfish piece of shit that she forced me to call dad. The two of them would almost act like I was nothing but a ghost that lived with them, never acknowledging my presence. Food was never provided for me, so in order to survive I got a job in the afternoons after school to feed myself. In order to survive I needed that job, so I went out and got it. I am not the underdog that everyone says that I am, I am a survivor that chooses to continue on.”
Donald reaches into his pea coat pocket and pulls out the item that is sticking out from his jacket. He pulls out a Bible. He then places it on top of the photo of his older brother Donnie. Donald stands back up and looks at the camera once again.
“Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Now this quote’s origins has not been fully explained, yes it appeared in an old classic movie where an actor portraying Babe Ruth spoke it but there is no proof that he actually said those words. Although this quote could not be more true, no matter if a cheesy Hollywood writer wrote it or not. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Heroes are the individuals that do their part to turn the tide of an event that would otherwise end in detriment for others. Donnie was a hero for my family, he knew that we lived in a place that could easily engulf our family but he took action in order to ensure that didn’t happen. Because of him I am the man that I am today and he will forever live on in my mind as the greatest individual that I have and will ever know.
Legends and stories of great deeds will always engulf the heroes that do the small things for small people. Heroes for years will always be forgotten or covered up by legends. They have always had their place in people’s hearts but are always overlooked by the legends of the world. My opponent Dionysus embodies the ideal of the legend and god of Greek origin. Generations of people have studied and admired the stories of legends and their actions in society forgetting the ones that fought in the Greco-Persian War. The men that were on the front lines and volunteered to die not only for the betterment of their families but the betterment of their country. Legends and gods represent a specific movement or message towards society but without the heroes that fight for those messages and beliefs then where to those legends end up? They are recycled until a new belief is created and new heroes are sacrificed for the beliefs of the immortals.”
Donald reaches back down and places the photo and quarter from underneath the Bible to on top of the Bible. Once again he stands back up, staring at the camera with passion in his eyes.
“People deal with heart break in different ways. My opponent chose to embody the one true belief that kept him grounded when he watched his mother go through her pain and suffering. He grabbed and held onto the one thing that he truly believed in and that was his safe haven. Dionysus has done great things for many different people in his time playing dress up, but I handled my grieving process much differently. While you chose to express yourself through your role model, I also chose to express myself as well as define my life based off of my role model’s actions. I chose to honor not only my brother Donnie but also all of those heroes that died for the betterment of their associates whether that be family, friends, or country. In tribute I nickname myself after one of the most memorable and admirable sacrifices in American history. Those men were slaughtered on those beaches, they were not only charging to better the world and society around them but also in an attempt to even survive to see the day that all of their sacrifices would pay off.
I embody these heroes and Dionysus this Monday history will not repeat itself with the legends ending up on top. Those heroes that died for the gods causes will bite back and refresh everyone of who should really be studied and lived forever in the minds of others. This Monday at Clash everyone will see a legend fall to the very thing that it is supposed to engulf, and that is a hero. You can dress up in your chest plates, gauntlets, and capes but none of that will be able to protect you from a lock that will provide justice to all of those that have fallen because of a legend’s beliefs or thoughts. Heroes will be once again remembered for longer than only a few months after their good deeds, they will be remembered for a lifetime and the recording of Action Wrestling’s Clash this Monday will be the proof. I will rewrite this quote and renounce its meaning to the general public and when I pin you and my hand is raised…Donnie will have never been dead and Dionysus will be…Dead and Forgotten…”
The scene goes black.
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The camera then tries to rush to catch up to the man but he is too late as the sound of a car driving off can be heard in the distance. The camera reaches the headstones and then pans down and towards the headstones that the man was standing in front of. There are four sets of flowers on four different headstones. The camera pans to reveal the names written on the headstones “Jack Deruty, Donnie Deruty, Thomas Deruty, and Kimberly Simmons.” The cameraman then turns back towards the entrance and exit of the cemetery but there is no one nor vehicle to be found.
The scene goes black slowly fading back into the shot of the four names on the headstones.