Post by Xtreme on Dec 9, 2015 20:49:27 GMT -5
The scene opens on a darkened living room. The light from a single candle casts silhouettes about the room. As the camera pans, we see a hand clasped around a small glass, the liquid contents not entirely identifiable. A voice is heard through the shadows.
A glass of bourbon, low lighting, the sounds of the city outside the window...
It's serene. After months, nay years of little to no sleep, I find myself in the one place I never thought I'd be. The only place that seems to give me a semblance of normalcy, of clarity...
The squared circle.
The camera pans around, Lucious taking a swig of his alcohol as he sits in a comfortable lounge chair. He takes a few moments to swish it about his mouth, savoring it before he swallows. A moment passes, he speaks again.
Love is a terrible drug. You find someone, you allow yourself to be consumed by this emotion, you give your life to them. And then, because someone fails to understand the line between business and personal lives, you watch helplessly as a sick sonuva bitch cuts your fiancee's head clean off...
And the only way I find reason to keep moving in this life is that damned ring. The ring that gave me my Winnie, the ring that led to an arrogant bastard taking her from me.
And I know, all you people at home and my fellow athletes are wondering why I'm giving you all this back story. There is reason, I assure you.
Lucious finishes off his drink, placing the glass on the floor beside him. He stands, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
My partner this week has some insight into what I'm talking about. Am I not correct, Jade? You've had success outside of these walls, so you know what it means to walk away. Or try. This business... No matter how many times you just want to take a break, catch your breath, have a little time for yourself... It draws us back in. Which is why men like you and I continue to bow to the will of this ring.
Mr. Shocker, I know we will be on opposite sides one day. I'm certain we will give each other great matches. However, being that we are put together this week, I trust that you'll show me, as well as everyone else, the tenacity and will that has garnered you World Champion status in days past. I will certainly give it everything I have to assure our victory.
Lucious nods, walking around his chair. He stops behind it, taking a breath.
I could stop talking there. I mean, let's face it; between my time in the South Pacific, Greece, America... I've made my name a Legend and my Legend into a story of mythological proportions. Anyone in this match is a peon compared to me. But I suppose, for the sake of tradition, I'll go about my usual rounds.
Lesean Urban and Colton Moore. A nobody who idolized men like myself and a former boxer. Or kickbox... I don't know and frankly, I don't fucking care. Look, I applaud your taking the plunge into my world. I really do; not many would make it past the training camp and have the balls to step into the ring. I know; I run a damn pro wrestling training facility.
You both... Just... Welcome to the business. Hope you get someone further down the proverbial ladder after this week so you might actually stand a chance of getting a win under your belts. In short... Good luck? I guess?
Lucious walks into the darkness for a moment, retrieving a bottle of Heaven Hill. He sits, picking up his glass and refilling it. He takes a swig, savors, swallows. A deep breath, he continues.
As far as Xanadu and Pollo Loco Taco are concerned, nobody knows who you are, nobody cares, and nobody with more than three brain cells is going to give you a chance in hell at winning this thing. I'm sure you both have some meritorious abilities and such, and the hearts of... I don't know, a zebra and a chihuahua?... But you're outgunned. Period.
Boys, I'm gonna bring it back. Why did I give everyone that whole spiel earlier about my late fiancee and the ring? Simple.
This world... The ring, the pyro, the crowd... It's like a cancer. Sure, you can take a step back, try to remedy it, learn to live with it. Hell, you might even find a way to do without it- temporarily. But eventually, it pulls you back in. It lures you back, with promises of gold, greatness and purpose... Once you get deep enough into this business, it refuses to let you go. You have your ups and downs, your lone struggle and group stresses... Your life revolves around that squared circle. You can try to fight it, try to get away...
But she's always there. And she just won't let go until you're dead and gone. So we fight. We perform. We do whatever we need to do to get our cut of the proverbial pie because we all know we're doomed to die doing this. For most of you guys, your journey has merely begun. For myself...
Lucious takes another swig of bourbon, holding the glass up like a toast to the camera.
I'm killing time until mine ends.
Lucious downs the rest of the booze, shaking his head vigorously as it goes down. He stands, taking his glass and bottle of liquor as he exits the area. The camera pans the room as we fade... To... Black...
A glass of bourbon, low lighting, the sounds of the city outside the window...
It's serene. After months, nay years of little to no sleep, I find myself in the one place I never thought I'd be. The only place that seems to give me a semblance of normalcy, of clarity...
The squared circle.
The camera pans around, Lucious taking a swig of his alcohol as he sits in a comfortable lounge chair. He takes a few moments to swish it about his mouth, savoring it before he swallows. A moment passes, he speaks again.
Love is a terrible drug. You find someone, you allow yourself to be consumed by this emotion, you give your life to them. And then, because someone fails to understand the line between business and personal lives, you watch helplessly as a sick sonuva bitch cuts your fiancee's head clean off...
And the only way I find reason to keep moving in this life is that damned ring. The ring that gave me my Winnie, the ring that led to an arrogant bastard taking her from me.
And I know, all you people at home and my fellow athletes are wondering why I'm giving you all this back story. There is reason, I assure you.
Lucious finishes off his drink, placing the glass on the floor beside him. He stands, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
My partner this week has some insight into what I'm talking about. Am I not correct, Jade? You've had success outside of these walls, so you know what it means to walk away. Or try. This business... No matter how many times you just want to take a break, catch your breath, have a little time for yourself... It draws us back in. Which is why men like you and I continue to bow to the will of this ring.
Mr. Shocker, I know we will be on opposite sides one day. I'm certain we will give each other great matches. However, being that we are put together this week, I trust that you'll show me, as well as everyone else, the tenacity and will that has garnered you World Champion status in days past. I will certainly give it everything I have to assure our victory.
Lucious nods, walking around his chair. He stops behind it, taking a breath.
I could stop talking there. I mean, let's face it; between my time in the South Pacific, Greece, America... I've made my name a Legend and my Legend into a story of mythological proportions. Anyone in this match is a peon compared to me. But I suppose, for the sake of tradition, I'll go about my usual rounds.
Lesean Urban and Colton Moore. A nobody who idolized men like myself and a former boxer. Or kickbox... I don't know and frankly, I don't fucking care. Look, I applaud your taking the plunge into my world. I really do; not many would make it past the training camp and have the balls to step into the ring. I know; I run a damn pro wrestling training facility.
You both... Just... Welcome to the business. Hope you get someone further down the proverbial ladder after this week so you might actually stand a chance of getting a win under your belts. In short... Good luck? I guess?
Lucious walks into the darkness for a moment, retrieving a bottle of Heaven Hill. He sits, picking up his glass and refilling it. He takes a swig, savors, swallows. A deep breath, he continues.
As far as Xanadu and Pollo Loco Taco are concerned, nobody knows who you are, nobody cares, and nobody with more than three brain cells is going to give you a chance in hell at winning this thing. I'm sure you both have some meritorious abilities and such, and the hearts of... I don't know, a zebra and a chihuahua?... But you're outgunned. Period.
Boys, I'm gonna bring it back. Why did I give everyone that whole spiel earlier about my late fiancee and the ring? Simple.
This world... The ring, the pyro, the crowd... It's like a cancer. Sure, you can take a step back, try to remedy it, learn to live with it. Hell, you might even find a way to do without it- temporarily. But eventually, it pulls you back in. It lures you back, with promises of gold, greatness and purpose... Once you get deep enough into this business, it refuses to let you go. You have your ups and downs, your lone struggle and group stresses... Your life revolves around that squared circle. You can try to fight it, try to get away...
But she's always there. And she just won't let go until you're dead and gone. So we fight. We perform. We do whatever we need to do to get our cut of the proverbial pie because we all know we're doomed to die doing this. For most of you guys, your journey has merely begun. For myself...
Lucious takes another swig of bourbon, holding the glass up like a toast to the camera.
I'm killing time until mine ends.
Lucious downs the rest of the booze, shaking his head vigorously as it goes down. He stands, taking his glass and bottle of liquor as he exits the area. The camera pans the room as we fade... To... Black...
