Post by Jaice Wilds on Mar 18, 2018 0:17:39 GMT -5
"I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, but our fate is sealed."
Paulo Cuelho
Paulo Cuelho
The scene opens on a field, some sports event having come to a conclusion. All that is left are some slight indents in the grass and a few bits of trash. A masked figure paces through the field, hands in his pockets. He looks about the area, speaking to the camera.
The field of battle changes. The names and faces of warriors change. The stakes are different every time. But at the end of the night, war is all we know. It is all we're good at. It is the very core of who we are.
After a short stint in the now quiet halls of NBW, the next path on my road to greatness falls here in Action Wrestling. Familiar faces are as present as new ones, and the pool is filled with untapped potential. I look forward to the challenges ahead, and the opportunities I will earn as I work through the roster. And my road to stardom begins in a six-person tag match this week.
Spectre paces the scene, kicking an empty beer can across the field. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, continuing.
Before I explain the countless number of ways that we are superior to our opponents, allow me to address my partners.
Jeff Purse. I have researched your career a bit, and I must say that it is quite a resumé. A history like yours is something many would strive to achieve and retire on; yet here you are building on it and cementing your greatness. I admire your perseverance, as well as your determination. To tag up with you is an honor, to say the least. I feel I can learn some things from you this week, Jeff; and I hope to earn your respect in the process.
Ms Zefare, you are quite the intriguing specimen. A woman who strives to prove herself in a male dominated construct, with a unique look and style. I will be watching you this week, as a fellow competitor as well as partner, in hopes to help us both grab a higher position in Action Wrestling.
To both of you; I will give two-hundred percent, and will have your backs in good faith that you will do the same.
Spectre stops, looking skyward. A chuckle escapes his mouth, the masked menace slowly lowering his head to face the camera.
And then, there is our lackluster competition. Where to start with these three? Well, I suppose I should be a gentleman and begin with the lady- or, at least, the one who passes for a woman.
Karlie Nash; the stereotype. Here is someone straight out of a teen boy's butch lesbian playbook. Little to no feelings, hitting on chicks left and right, having random sexual escapades with women who are beyond her grasp. Nevermind the fact that she calls in her promotional videos and half her actual performances. Karlie Nash's ring ability is as dry and predictable as her personality.
Karlie, I could spend hours picking apart your technical fallacies. Tearing down your aerial ineptitude. Ravishing your epic failure to develop a ring style worth mentioning. But instead, I'll simply say that you may well be the least threatening person to step foot in this week's match- and you have Lachlan Rhodes as a partner.
Spectre spins around, dropping into sitting position, his legs crossed before him. He breathes in deeply as he sorts his thoughts.
Speaking of insignificant contributors- Lachlan Rhodes has made a habit of making an impact. Not a big one, mind you; more like a common minor footnote on bigger stars' history. That kid who many remember as "that kid with the good heart" or "that guy who did really good for a rookie". Always content to sit back and ride the coattails of his opponents or partners, gaining just enough recognition to remain vaibly relevant.
Lach, let's get one thing straight. I appreciate that you have a positive attitude despite being about as important as a third nipple. But mediocrity isn't going to get you far in this business. A wise man once posed the question, "if you aren't in this business to be World Champion, what the hell are you doing here?".
No, Lach, I get it. Performing for the fans and gaining experience by testing yourself against all comers- yes, that is important. Valuable, even. But a career built on barely getting by and appeasing the status quo is one that gets blown away with the wind. You'll be a footnote to a footnote, and a hundred years from now you'll be all but forgotten. At some point, young Rhodes, you need to learn from those around you and step up your game. Become more than a passing glance for the current fanbase. Until then... Well, good luck keeping a job.
Spectre shakes his head, almost disappointed at the lack of shit he can throw. He strokes his chin, taking in a deep breath. He exhales, looking up to the camera.
Last but probably not least, The Curse. I feel like the name says enough; with him on the team, there's no chance they can come out with a victory. And while I could leave it at that, I feel giving Karlie a whole 30 seconds of my time warrants that you get at least 35. So allow me to break down the Tale of the Tape.
Family history suggests that your fate is sealed. Your own tragedies with your grandfather, your juvie record, the whole nine. Your father's lack of success in life, and his father's before him. A long lineage of under-achievers and failure. So it makes sense that your contract here was merely a fluke on a short list of good luck in your life.
But I watched you last week, Lockhart. Forget your slightly-above-adequate performance inside the ring; I watched your promotional video. You have an impressive way of manipulating words, my friend. Blunt. Honest. Straightforward. I must say, the methodology with which you addressed Ms Atreyu, as well as your graduated vocabulary... It was something worth seeing. And that isn't a compliment I just hand out on a whim.
Ryan, there is a very decent chance you have done what your forefathers had strived in vain to do for a long time. You just might have found your niche. Your one opportunity to turn your bloodline's fate around and control your own destiny. That, my boy, is something that even some of the most accomplished in our line of work do not achieve so easily. Make no mistake; between Purse and myself, you are against a brick wall of experience and talent. But you have promise, son, and I would be ill-spoken not to alert the masses to the greatness that your future holds- assuming, of course, that you find a way to unlock your potential.
Spectre stands, starting away from the fields. He stops after a few feet, turning his head.
Rhodes. Nash. Lockhart. Your fate in this match has been sealed. Purse and I have more in-ring experience than all of you combined. We have toppled every obstacle, adapted to every style, defeated the best and greatest this industry has had to afford.
Having Carnica in our corner merely increases our insurmountable chances of success. Even our weakest link is stronger than most of you. Yours... Well...
Your strongest link is called "The Curse". I think that says it all.
Spectre chuckles, heading off the field. The camera continues until Spectre finds his vehicle, mounting the 2015 Honda Stateline and revving up the engine. The dust fills the area as he zooms off, the image fading to static.
The field of battle changes. The names and faces of warriors change. The stakes are different every time. But at the end of the night, war is all we know. It is all we're good at. It is the very core of who we are.
After a short stint in the now quiet halls of NBW, the next path on my road to greatness falls here in Action Wrestling. Familiar faces are as present as new ones, and the pool is filled with untapped potential. I look forward to the challenges ahead, and the opportunities I will earn as I work through the roster. And my road to stardom begins in a six-person tag match this week.
Spectre paces the scene, kicking an empty beer can across the field. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, continuing.
Before I explain the countless number of ways that we are superior to our opponents, allow me to address my partners.
Jeff Purse. I have researched your career a bit, and I must say that it is quite a resumé. A history like yours is something many would strive to achieve and retire on; yet here you are building on it and cementing your greatness. I admire your perseverance, as well as your determination. To tag up with you is an honor, to say the least. I feel I can learn some things from you this week, Jeff; and I hope to earn your respect in the process.
Ms Zefare, you are quite the intriguing specimen. A woman who strives to prove herself in a male dominated construct, with a unique look and style. I will be watching you this week, as a fellow competitor as well as partner, in hopes to help us both grab a higher position in Action Wrestling.
To both of you; I will give two-hundred percent, and will have your backs in good faith that you will do the same.
Spectre stops, looking skyward. A chuckle escapes his mouth, the masked menace slowly lowering his head to face the camera.
And then, there is our lackluster competition. Where to start with these three? Well, I suppose I should be a gentleman and begin with the lady- or, at least, the one who passes for a woman.
Karlie Nash; the stereotype. Here is someone straight out of a teen boy's butch lesbian playbook. Little to no feelings, hitting on chicks left and right, having random sexual escapades with women who are beyond her grasp. Nevermind the fact that she calls in her promotional videos and half her actual performances. Karlie Nash's ring ability is as dry and predictable as her personality.
Karlie, I could spend hours picking apart your technical fallacies. Tearing down your aerial ineptitude. Ravishing your epic failure to develop a ring style worth mentioning. But instead, I'll simply say that you may well be the least threatening person to step foot in this week's match- and you have Lachlan Rhodes as a partner.
Spectre spins around, dropping into sitting position, his legs crossed before him. He breathes in deeply as he sorts his thoughts.
Speaking of insignificant contributors- Lachlan Rhodes has made a habit of making an impact. Not a big one, mind you; more like a common minor footnote on bigger stars' history. That kid who many remember as "that kid with the good heart" or "that guy who did really good for a rookie". Always content to sit back and ride the coattails of his opponents or partners, gaining just enough recognition to remain vaibly relevant.
Lach, let's get one thing straight. I appreciate that you have a positive attitude despite being about as important as a third nipple. But mediocrity isn't going to get you far in this business. A wise man once posed the question, "if you aren't in this business to be World Champion, what the hell are you doing here?".
No, Lach, I get it. Performing for the fans and gaining experience by testing yourself against all comers- yes, that is important. Valuable, even. But a career built on barely getting by and appeasing the status quo is one that gets blown away with the wind. You'll be a footnote to a footnote, and a hundred years from now you'll be all but forgotten. At some point, young Rhodes, you need to learn from those around you and step up your game. Become more than a passing glance for the current fanbase. Until then... Well, good luck keeping a job.
Spectre shakes his head, almost disappointed at the lack of shit he can throw. He strokes his chin, taking in a deep breath. He exhales, looking up to the camera.
Last but probably not least, The Curse. I feel like the name says enough; with him on the team, there's no chance they can come out with a victory. And while I could leave it at that, I feel giving Karlie a whole 30 seconds of my time warrants that you get at least 35. So allow me to break down the Tale of the Tape.
Family history suggests that your fate is sealed. Your own tragedies with your grandfather, your juvie record, the whole nine. Your father's lack of success in life, and his father's before him. A long lineage of under-achievers and failure. So it makes sense that your contract here was merely a fluke on a short list of good luck in your life.
But I watched you last week, Lockhart. Forget your slightly-above-adequate performance inside the ring; I watched your promotional video. You have an impressive way of manipulating words, my friend. Blunt. Honest. Straightforward. I must say, the methodology with which you addressed Ms Atreyu, as well as your graduated vocabulary... It was something worth seeing. And that isn't a compliment I just hand out on a whim.
Ryan, there is a very decent chance you have done what your forefathers had strived in vain to do for a long time. You just might have found your niche. Your one opportunity to turn your bloodline's fate around and control your own destiny. That, my boy, is something that even some of the most accomplished in our line of work do not achieve so easily. Make no mistake; between Purse and myself, you are against a brick wall of experience and talent. But you have promise, son, and I would be ill-spoken not to alert the masses to the greatness that your future holds- assuming, of course, that you find a way to unlock your potential.
Spectre stands, starting away from the fields. He stops after a few feet, turning his head.
Rhodes. Nash. Lockhart. Your fate in this match has been sealed. Purse and I have more in-ring experience than all of you combined. We have toppled every obstacle, adapted to every style, defeated the best and greatest this industry has had to afford.
Having Carnica in our corner merely increases our insurmountable chances of success. Even our weakest link is stronger than most of you. Yours... Well...
Your strongest link is called "The Curse". I think that says it all.
Spectre chuckles, heading off the field. The camera continues until Spectre finds his vehicle, mounting the 2015 Honda Stateline and revving up the engine. The dust fills the area as he zooms off, the image fading to static.