Destiny moves forward
* The First RP for C03.
(FADEIN: The First, standing on the floor next to a wrestling ring, his face painted white with a black raccoon stripe across his eyes and a black ankh on his right cheek, he has on a black trench black jeans and black boots.)
FIRST: They talk about me coming home, about how I returned to my roots. The prodigal son returns home and all that…And yes, my career began in VFW’s and high school gyms in Massachusetts, places like here, where they run the indy shows now…But to me, that was one part of my history, a history of a boy learning a craft, working to earn a break…
People tell you that the break is coming, that you have a destiny, and you want to believe…One night after a match a friend of mine showed me a camera phone video of myself badly missing a plancha to the floor, I knew I’d missed it, knew I’d hit the guardrail, but the video, man it was scary…Looked like I broke my back…People told me angels were watching over me, that fate was on my side, that if I didn’t cripple myself then, that something special was waiting for me.
But months past, nothing changed, same series of gyms, driving out to New Hampshire whenever I could, Maine now and then, just fighting anyone who I could get in the ring with…Waiting and hoping that the forces that kept my body in one piece that night would guide me somewhere, give me that big break…
Then the break came, and suddenly instead of fighting in front of hundreds, I fight in front of thousands, and the difference in the paycheck…Well that was staggering…And when that big break came, when I made it to the big time, they had me walk out to that ring and fight a man who was no slouch…No they didn’t give me an easy debut up in the big leagues…
No…When it came time for me to debut…I fought you Jonathan…I wish I could recall the place, the city…But really the whole thing was so surreal, it’s all a blur to me…About all I remember is me stupidly calling you an old man, when you’re about a year older than me…Well older than this body is anyhow… And you called me a Michael Manson rip off…We fought, and I hardly remember anything except that somehow, I got my arm raised at the end of it…
But I knew it wasn’t the end for us, even with that company folding, even with us not often crossing paths, I knew that I’d see you again someday, I knew my debut was not some pointless one-off battle…No, even when you were crushing people in MMA, I knew that the very dangerous man I’d beaten in my debut would come back to haunt me…
And so fate has made itself manifest, you and I stand across the ring from each other with a shot at the New ERA Championship hanging in the balance. I was waiting for this day for years on end, to finally fight you again, to see if what has happened in my career has molded me, prepared me, made me ready for the time when our re-match would happen…Did I deserve to beat you all that time ago, or was it a fluke, honestly I can’t say…
What I do know is that we both know the stakes here, we both know what’s on the line and I know for a fact that I’m going to be fighting a man who’ll be looking at me the way a hungry lion looks at a slab of meat…I know you want that belt and I know it’s going to take an exceptional performance from me to beat you…
And that’s what you’re going to get Jonathan…You will face me at my absolute best, and if you beat me, I won’t have any excuses…Because I’m going to throw everything I have at you and then some, and I am going to show you why I mean it when I say that I’m the most determined, most driven, most obsessed man in this company when it comes to wearing that New ERA Championship belt…Whatever holds you put me in, whatever moves you hit me with, it won’t be enough…
I won’t be denied this time…I will bank this title shot…And when Shawn Hart’s ready, when the injuries from the cowardly and brutal attack by Chaos have healed…I’ll fight him and beat him for that title…It’s that simple Jonathan, my destiny is a straight line to the belt, straight to the top of this company…And it goes through you…Which means you’re on the wrong side of history, and you have all the chance of a man standing under Niagara Falls and spitting the water back up…
You stand against the fates, against destiny, against a man blinded by his desire to be the best in this company, you stand in the way of forces you can not understand and are powerless to stop…This is bigger than you and me…This is more than you can understand…
I am the hand of fate…
I am destiny’s judgement
And nothing…NOTHING…Can stop me…
(FADEOUT)
