Post by Speede on Jun 17, 2011 11:17:34 GMT -5
”When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim. Swim.” ~Dory
Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Time Unknown.
Speede Youth Wrestling Academy in Richmond, Virginia.
The scene opens slowly upon the cozy, secluded back room of the otherwise large, bright and rather open wrestling academy run by Roy Speede. We see him, the man we’ve come to know as Roy Speede sitting on a steel chair, without a bit of regard to the fact that there’s a camera present, leaning over, his elbows on his knees, his right hand balled up in a fist and his left hand wrapped around it, and his chin resting on those hands. No face paint. No spiked white hair. Just him, his naturally brown hair, sitting there can be seen.
This shot lasts for several minutes, before Speede finally glances over and out of the corner of his eyes, catches the camera. He makes a motion with his head for the cameraman to approach, and uses his left hand to point to a second open steel chair sitting about ten feet away, facing Speede. The cameraman enters the room and sits down. Roy lets his hands fall and clasp together at about knee level out in front of him, as his face turns toward the camera. He begins to speak.
”Forty-eight hours. It hasn’t been forty-eight hours since the biggest shock of my entire life came upon me. And now all I can think about is how much I want to kill him.”
Speede’s chin reconnects with his hands, and he continues speaking.
”You know what? I will never be able to forgive him for what he did to me. He abandoned my mother. He abandoned me. And what has he gotten? All that he’s gotten are a couple of miserable title reigns. And now what? The ‘peak’ of his ability is long past, and while he suffers from deteriorating talent, the power within my youth thrives and grows.”
A rather psychotic grin crosses his face.
”My childhood was a wreck because growing up, I was told my father was dead. But on Monday night, I was sent a phone call from a medical hospital; my mother had fallen ill, and in the case that she were to pass away, I was told that I would be reunited with my father for the purpose of ‘having a relative around to take care of the young man who still hadn’t taken hold on reality.’ I was told that my father was a professional wrestler who just so happened to wrestle for the WCF. And it turns out that I know just who that wrestler is. The man I’m talking about, of course, is the man you all have grown to know and love so much, the man you call ‘The Face of Treachery’, Logan.
So what does that make me? That’s right, I, Roy Speede am the Son of Treachery. I usher in a whole new meaning to the term ‘Treachery’. And it will be I who conquers in the battle of two treacheries this Monday. My dad will learn that leaving his son to fend for himself while his father followed his passion, wrestling, was the hugest mistake of his life. He passed the love of the fight through his seed, and I take that love of the fight with me each and every time I step into that ring. And while he’s on a run after his big return, this will be nothing more than a retirement tour for him when I’m done with him. After this match, daddy will realize that he needs to go back home to sit on the couch watching TV and drinking beer all day. For me, this match is but the first of my battles on the way to Ultimate Showdown, and is the first step for me toward the World Heavyweight Championship.
Logan... err... Dad, I don’t care that you’re my opponent this week. I’m going to be taking a page out of your book this week, and showing no regard for the safety of my opponent. Logan, you always showed ruthless aggression in the ring, and you’d better bring every bit of that this week, or you’ll be embarrassed, you’ll be beaten, you’ll be destroyed... by your own son.”
Speede stands up.
”Being reunited with my father will be the best thing that ever happens to me in a wrestling ring, unless, per say I get to have sex with Kaylyn in the ring. That’d be just awesome. Back on topic, reuniting with my father will be the spark that ignites the career of Roy Speede. As a young boy, I missed his care, but I grew up without it; I’ve grown without it, and now that I’ve reunited with my father, I’ll add a whole new meaning to the term ‘tough love’ when I kick his ass. This may be our first encounter, dad, but what makes it all the more joyous is that I will revel in the opportunity to prove that you made the biggest mistake of your life when you left my mother for your damned shot at glory.
Dad, your ship has sunk this week; I’m nothing like you’ve ever faced before. And I’m nothing like you’ll ever want to face again; when I’m done teaching you not to fuck a chick and then dump her for in-ring competition, you’ll be stranded in a sea of your own blood. I just hope you learn your lesson; and if you ever want my respect, you’ll have to just keep swimming your way out of the position I’m going to leave you in this week. You will drown in anguish as your body floats to the bottom of the ocean of bodily fluids I will make sure you leave in the ring, and if you don’t pretend you’re a fish and swim your way out, I’m not going to feel a bit sorry for you, just like you never showed remorse for my mother’s trouble with a child, being unmarried.
Yeah, I know exactly what you’re thinking, daddy. You’re thinking ‘Oh, I made him, I can just as easily destroy him.’ Bullshit, Dad. Bullshit. Dad, you may have been the one whose seed brought me to this earth, but being my father is all you’ve ever done for me, all you’ve ever done to me, and that’s all you ever will do for me. You didn’t raise me, you didn’t teach me anything, and you didn’t do a damned thing to help my mother out. But now, I’m going to help you out- I’m going to give you just the reason to retire. Everyone knows the most embarrassing thing that happens to a father is when he’s defeated by his son at what he’s best at for the first time. And that’s just what will be your demise this Monday, daddy; you’ll be too scared to screw up, too scared to make a mistake for fear of being embarrassed, and you’ll work to be perfect in every way; while you search for perfection and play cautious, I’ll take advantage and kick your ass.
You may be my dad, Logan, and I may be grateful that I was brought into this world, but you have nothing to do with my life other than being my father by way of birth; other than that, the only reason you still matter to me is that you’re my opponent this week; I’m going to be preparing for the entire week solely to beat the shit out of you.”
Speede laughs a bit.
”Papa, you made a huge mistake not helping to raise me and leaving my mother alone, and I’ll prove it. You may be a legend, but your son, Roy Speede, is a legend in the making, and that legend begins with me standing over your lifeless body this Monday, having proven that Logan 2.0 is far better than the original. And amidst your embarrassment, I will have made you proud, dad, because you will know that without a doubt your son is on the path to greatness. And that is the Silver Lining.”
Speede leaves the room and goes back into the regular training room to resume his regime, and the camera cuts to black as he disappears from view.
