This is what the wrestling community has been buzzing about, this is where wrestlers from all around the globe are coming to define a legacy, raise their star, or affirm their egos. One hundred twenty eight competitors are all going to have one goal in mind, why else would they risk embarrassment by entering a tournament where they could easily be vanquished in the first round? When the ultimate prize is the UltraTitle, any and all risk is worth edging your name in the history of a prestigious award.
At the purest definition of wrestling the UltraTitle embodies everything that creates the sport of kings. Some may bring in personal vendettas, some may just enter for fame and glory, but there are those that enter for the competition....
Yes, the purity of competition drives those who understand the true purpose of wrestling. The ultimate winner of the UltraTitle will have to push their body past any and all limits, overcome mental barriers, and inform each of their opponents that they were not quite good enough. While they may have the skill to defeat the eventual winner on a separate occasion, just not when the lights were brightest and the result mattered the most. The drive that few battle tested competitors posses are what differentiates a contender from...
A Champion.
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We open to a waste up shot of "The Dream" Marcus Davis, the camera is close to him getting a direct shot into his eyes. A short sleeve white shirt with a somewhat scuffed collar makes up his attire. A blue wrist band is around each wrist to finish off his visible attire. Sweat drips down his forehead and his hair is in a bit of a mess. Marcus puts his hands together in front of his face before dropping them down to the side.
"This what it looks like when you forget what time it is in the gym." Marcus begins with a smile on his face that quickly evaporates after a short pause, "As you can see behind me, there's no secret as to why I am standing here right now. As from the recent chatter all over the internet by other participants and fans alike, there are a great deal of others that are eager to get this tournament underway."
His voice is strong as he remains locked into place using his hands to occasionally emphasize a point, "I'm not going to be the one that stands here and insult those who have already made their opinions about the tournament known, I'd rather tell everyone watching a little story."
Marcus places his hands on his hips as he slowly begins pacing to his left in right, looking in the direction his body is pointing. One will also notice a shift in his voice which almost makes it seem as if he were speaking to himself.
"Much like everyone entered into this tournament thus far, I have won titles. I won the most important one in my career not too long ago. With that being said, I was raised in such a matter that has led me to believe that a person of true character does _NOT_ only admit their success, but their failures of well. Today I will stare everyone watching in the eye and admit my failures..."
Upon finishing his last sentence Marcus immediately stops pacing, turning directly to the camera he stares straight forward. The camera slowly zooms in onto his focused eyes that look to be full of passion.
"I have made a number of mistakes in my career especially in the United States, worked with promoters I should of never been involved with, allowed outside distractions take away from my ring work, I have even been caught up with the politics that at times almost destroy our sport. That is why the UltraTitle means more to mean than any other entrant..."
Marcus pauses briefly, an uncomfortable laugh escapes from his lips as he brushes droplets of sweet from his brow. He rubs his forehead for a brief moment before his eyes reconnect with the camera.
"I...NEED..to..win." The words drip from his mouth slowly, forcefully, and with complete sincerity, "This is not just some trophy that I want parade around for a few weeks then hide in a trophy case, this isn't a tournament that will help me end some vendetta, this is something that will make my _CAREER!_" Marcus points directly into the camera before continuing, "This tournament can rectify all my previous mistakes and show myself and every other wrestler on the planet that I belong at the top, that "The Dream" Marcus Davis is someone that should be respected. That's what it all comes down to, I'm not about to have this dream torn away by any opponent no matter their legacy, no matter how highly touted, no matter how great they think they are."
Marcus drops his arm back down to his side, now he is breathing heavily. After taking a few deep breaths he continues without taking his eyes off the camera.
"I cannot accept defeat, I will not be defeated, this..is..my..dream! When I step into the ring, I will be sure that my opponent knows that my dreams will be their biggest nightmare. All others in the tournament may take my words with a grain of salt and not take any of this seriously..."
An eerie smirk climbs across Marcus' face.
"To them I say...I will see you when the tournament begins."
End
At the purest definition of wrestling the UltraTitle embodies everything that creates the sport of kings. Some may bring in personal vendettas, some may just enter for fame and glory, but there are those that enter for the competition....
Yes, the purity of competition drives those who understand the true purpose of wrestling. The ultimate winner of the UltraTitle will have to push their body past any and all limits, overcome mental barriers, and inform each of their opponents that they were not quite good enough. While they may have the skill to defeat the eventual winner on a separate occasion, just not when the lights were brightest and the result mattered the most. The drive that few battle tested competitors posses are what differentiates a contender from...
A Champion.
Scene
We open to a waste up shot of "The Dream" Marcus Davis, the camera is close to him getting a direct shot into his eyes. A short sleeve white shirt with a somewhat scuffed collar makes up his attire. A blue wrist band is around each wrist to finish off his visible attire. Sweat drips down his forehead and his hair is in a bit of a mess. Marcus puts his hands together in front of his face before dropping them down to the side.
"This what it looks like when you forget what time it is in the gym." Marcus begins with a smile on his face that quickly evaporates after a short pause, "As you can see behind me, there's no secret as to why I am standing here right now. As from the recent chatter all over the internet by other participants and fans alike, there are a great deal of others that are eager to get this tournament underway."
His voice is strong as he remains locked into place using his hands to occasionally emphasize a point, "I'm not going to be the one that stands here and insult those who have already made their opinions about the tournament known, I'd rather tell everyone watching a little story."
Marcus places his hands on his hips as he slowly begins pacing to his left in right, looking in the direction his body is pointing. One will also notice a shift in his voice which almost makes it seem as if he were speaking to himself.
"Much like everyone entered into this tournament thus far, I have won titles. I won the most important one in my career not too long ago. With that being said, I was raised in such a matter that has led me to believe that a person of true character does _NOT_ only admit their success, but their failures of well. Today I will stare everyone watching in the eye and admit my failures..."
Upon finishing his last sentence Marcus immediately stops pacing, turning directly to the camera he stares straight forward. The camera slowly zooms in onto his focused eyes that look to be full of passion.
"I have made a number of mistakes in my career especially in the United States, worked with promoters I should of never been involved with, allowed outside distractions take away from my ring work, I have even been caught up with the politics that at times almost destroy our sport. That is why the UltraTitle means more to mean than any other entrant..."
Marcus pauses briefly, an uncomfortable laugh escapes from his lips as he brushes droplets of sweet from his brow. He rubs his forehead for a brief moment before his eyes reconnect with the camera.
"I...NEED..to..win." The words drip from his mouth slowly, forcefully, and with complete sincerity, "This is not just some trophy that I want parade around for a few weeks then hide in a trophy case, this isn't a tournament that will help me end some vendetta, this is something that will make my _CAREER!_" Marcus points directly into the camera before continuing, "This tournament can rectify all my previous mistakes and show myself and every other wrestler on the planet that I belong at the top, that "The Dream" Marcus Davis is someone that should be respected. That's what it all comes down to, I'm not about to have this dream torn away by any opponent no matter their legacy, no matter how highly touted, no matter how great they think they are."
Marcus drops his arm back down to his side, now he is breathing heavily. After taking a few deep breaths he continues without taking his eyes off the camera.
"I cannot accept defeat, I will not be defeated, this..is..my..dream! When I step into the ring, I will be sure that my opponent knows that my dreams will be their biggest nightmare. All others in the tournament may take my words with a grain of salt and not take any of this seriously..."
An eerie smirk climbs across Marcus' face.
"To them I say...I will see you when the tournament begins."
End