Post by Jeremiah Gail on Jun 28, 2020 17:17:36 GMT -5
We fade in on a dingy recreation hall, packed with a crowd of 50 or 60 ranchers and rednecks, They stand gathered around a blood stained ring, with the letters TRW emblazoned on the apron. The crowd is loud and rowdy, but they’re silenced as a gunshot echoes over the speakers. The fans wait with bated breath as the lights go out.
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“Dogs of War” by Blues Saraceno hits the PA as the crowd whoops and hollers. The lights switch back on as Jeremiah Gail walks out of the entrance way, signature bandanna on his face. It doesn’t stay on for long though, as he pulls it off to reveal a huge grin and throws it into the crowd. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving the crowd as he goes. He jumps onto the turnbuckle with fingerguns in the air, smiling. Chants of “BANDIT KING! BANDIT KING!” rain down from the small but vocal fans. Gail gestures for a mic and gets it. He lifts it to his mouth and the crowd quiets down a bit, though they’re still rowdy.
“Man… Does it feel good to be back in Tombstone. Rodeo. Wrestling!” The crowd cheers. “I was on my way to Phoenix, but I couldn’t pass up a visit back to my old stomping grounds. Even though I’ve moved on to Action Wrestling and the national stage, not a day goes by that I don’t think of the fans that made me who I am today.” The crowd pops again as “TRW!” chants fill the building.
“But if you’ll allow me, I’d like to speak my mind on my future in Action. That sound good to you folks?” The crowd applauds. “So, this week my path to the Cruiserweight Title continues. Now that I’ve put away The Pizza Man,” The crowd rains down boos. “I’m ready to move on to bigger, and better, things. Bolas De Aranas, to be specific. A man who’s been called a paper champion, a joke, worthless by some. Me, I don’t see that in Mr. Bolas. No, I see a man who’s proved himself. I mean, they don’t just make anyone Cruiserweight Champion. Bolas, despite what some may say, had the stuff to become champ. And not to mention, I was no stranger to being called worthless just 6 months ago.” Gail lets the sentence hang in the air, before he begins pacing the ring.
“That’s just it, though. I was called worthless. Bolas had what it took to become champ. Bolas once proved himself. When you climb between these ropes,” Jeremiah points at the ropes and down at the ring. “it doesn’t matter what happened in the past. All that really matters is who you are now." The crowd cheers lightly.
"Last Tuesday our champion, Teo Blaze, the man who beat Bolas at Evolution III, opened up CruiserClash by calling for our brand to evolve. His words struck a chord with me, and I couldn’t agree more. I loved my times here in TRW, but I’d be disappointed in myself if I came back the same man I was when I got my big break. My career may still be a year young, but I’ve already learned so much that I bare little resemblance to the desert rat who once stood before you.” He raises his arms in the air and the crowd cheers once more. Gail then looks down, at the mat.
“In other words… I’ve evolved. Have you Mr. Bolas? You clearly had what it takes to be champ two months ago. But you lost at Evo. Not unlike me. What have you done since then to change, to fix your prior mistakes? What’s stopping you from losing to Teo again? I’ve put away my demons… have you? Bolas, what I’m trying to say is…”
Gail looks up with fiery intensity. “This Monday, it’s survival of the fittest. Evolve… or die.” Jeremiah drops the mic as the crowd cheers loudly. He rolls out of the ring, high fiving and fist bumping the TRW faithful as he makes his way back to the entranceway, poses one last time to a big pop, then walks back through the curtain.
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“Dogs of War” by Blues Saraceno hits the PA as the crowd whoops and hollers. The lights switch back on as Jeremiah Gail walks out of the entrance way, signature bandanna on his face. It doesn’t stay on for long though, as he pulls it off to reveal a huge grin and throws it into the crowd. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving the crowd as he goes. He jumps onto the turnbuckle with fingerguns in the air, smiling. Chants of “BANDIT KING! BANDIT KING!” rain down from the small but vocal fans. Gail gestures for a mic and gets it. He lifts it to his mouth and the crowd quiets down a bit, though they’re still rowdy.
“Man… Does it feel good to be back in Tombstone. Rodeo. Wrestling!” The crowd cheers. “I was on my way to Phoenix, but I couldn’t pass up a visit back to my old stomping grounds. Even though I’ve moved on to Action Wrestling and the national stage, not a day goes by that I don’t think of the fans that made me who I am today.” The crowd pops again as “TRW!” chants fill the building.
“But if you’ll allow me, I’d like to speak my mind on my future in Action. That sound good to you folks?” The crowd applauds. “So, this week my path to the Cruiserweight Title continues. Now that I’ve put away The Pizza Man,” The crowd rains down boos. “I’m ready to move on to bigger, and better, things. Bolas De Aranas, to be specific. A man who’s been called a paper champion, a joke, worthless by some. Me, I don’t see that in Mr. Bolas. No, I see a man who’s proved himself. I mean, they don’t just make anyone Cruiserweight Champion. Bolas, despite what some may say, had the stuff to become champ. And not to mention, I was no stranger to being called worthless just 6 months ago.” Gail lets the sentence hang in the air, before he begins pacing the ring.
“That’s just it, though. I was called worthless. Bolas had what it took to become champ. Bolas once proved himself. When you climb between these ropes,” Jeremiah points at the ropes and down at the ring. “it doesn’t matter what happened in the past. All that really matters is who you are now." The crowd cheers lightly.
"Last Tuesday our champion, Teo Blaze, the man who beat Bolas at Evolution III, opened up CruiserClash by calling for our brand to evolve. His words struck a chord with me, and I couldn’t agree more. I loved my times here in TRW, but I’d be disappointed in myself if I came back the same man I was when I got my big break. My career may still be a year young, but I’ve already learned so much that I bare little resemblance to the desert rat who once stood before you.” He raises his arms in the air and the crowd cheers once more. Gail then looks down, at the mat.
“In other words… I’ve evolved. Have you Mr. Bolas? You clearly had what it takes to be champ two months ago. But you lost at Evo. Not unlike me. What have you done since then to change, to fix your prior mistakes? What’s stopping you from losing to Teo again? I’ve put away my demons… have you? Bolas, what I’m trying to say is…”
Gail looks up with fiery intensity. “This Monday, it’s survival of the fittest. Evolve… or die.” Jeremiah drops the mic as the crowd cheers loudly. He rolls out of the ring, high fiving and fist bumping the TRW faithful as he makes his way back to the entranceway, poses one last time to a big pop, then walks back through the curtain.