Post by Mark 'Ace' Kelly on May 10, 2021 22:31:36 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Sin
Meeting The New Guy
Meeting The New Guy
The scene opens on a simple and well known shot to the Rev1 faithful, as Jerika Mason is pacing backstage, microphone in hand and a camera crew close behind her. Jerika seems to know where she is going, as she walks with a purpose, easily heading down the corridors and finally pushing aside one door to step into a small gym. She pauses in the entryway, glancing around to see a few people are there, but she spots who she is looking for and finally heads over towards where Mark Kelly is attacking a body bag. As she gets closer, Mark spots her coming, slowing down on his attacks and watching her approach. He finally steps away from the body bag, reaching down to pick up a small towel and using it to wipe the sweat from his face, before tossing it aside and smiling as Jerika reaches him.
"Jerika, right? Weren't we suppose to be meeting for an interview today?"
"Yes. Thirty minutes ago."
"Wait, what? No. We were set for 10."
"It's 10:30."
Mark stares in shock for a few moments, before turning to where his small duffel bag is sitting. Opening a side pocket, he slips out his phone, eyebrows arching after a moment and then wincing.
"Well bugger me. That is a lot of missed calls."
Mark stands back up, reaching for a bottle of water, and then turning to face Jerika and flashing a toothy smile.
"Sorry Miss Mason. Time got away from me. Was so busy trying to make sure I was ready for the match, I completely forgot to watch the time."
Jerika stares at him for a long moment but she finally can't help but smile and shake her head.
"It's fine. You got time to do this now then?"
"Absolutely. As long as you don't mind my BO smell."
"I've smelt a lot worse. After all, I work with Case Mitchell."
Mark tilts his head to the side, staring at her for a moment, and then his eyes flicker up to the roof. After a moment he looks back at her and shakes his head gently.
"Nope. That one went over my head. Was he the dude from catering with the really wicked scar along his wrist?"
"Right. You just got here didn't you? Fresh from the Land Down Under."
"That's me. Fresh faced and looking the fool. But it's okay, because I can always laugh at myself as much as I laugh at anyone else. Part and parcel of being Australian. We get taught from an early age, it doesn't matter if you're the ones making the joke, or the butt of the joke, ya just gotta laugh at it no matter what. Makes it hard for people to get under your skin, when you can shrug everything off with a good laugh."
Mark pauses now to crack his water, taking a sip from it and watching Jerika for a moment more.
"Well, speaking of being new, this week sees you making your debut here on Sin. How's the nerves?"
"Their around. But I'm more just wanting it over with, ya know? I know how good I can be. I was given this chance, and I certainly am not going to blow it. I've waited years for my chance to try my luck outside Australia, and I'm going to make bloody sure that I take it in both hands."
"And the fact your debuting in the Glory Tournament? A chance to earn yourself a World Title shot if you can make it through?"
"Honestly< That hasn't even crossed my mind yet. I'm just trying to focus on this week, and make sure I don't look like too much of a flamin' cockatoo. I've heard so many horror stories of people that have been given their chance and gone and choked on it. That ain't gonna be me. I intend to make the most of this chance."
"So you think you can beat Sierra then?"
"Well.....I'm certainly going to try. But I know I'm behind the cue ball on this one. Sierra has been here a lot longer then I have. She has someone standing in her corner to watch her back. And when someone so EVIL is across the ring from me for my first match, its a pretty big hill for me to climb. But all I can do is have faith in my skills. Have faith in my ability. Have faith in how good I am. I'm going to go out there on Tuesday Night Sin, and I am going to give it my very best shot. And I just have to hope that it will be enough for me to get that big debut win."
Jerika stares at him for a few moments, just watching him as Mark takes another sip of his water. Finally he sees her look though and turns to face her.
"What is it? Do I have something on my face?"
"No. It's not that. It's just......you don't sound like you think you're going to win. Isn't winning kind of important?"
"Is it? Look, winning is great. Don't get me wrong, every time I step out from that curtain, and between those ropes, I am going to be giving it my all to win. But I just.....too much focus is put on winning and losing these days. To me, whether I win or lose, thats my secondary concern. My main focus when I step between those ropes is on making sure that the fans that have paid for their ticket, or paid for their merchandise, that they get an amazing show. And I will put my heart, my body, and my soul on the line to make sure that happens. Win, lose, or draw, so long as I get the fans talking about my match, cheering me on, or making them feel like they've got their moneys worth, then I will think I've done a good job."
"That's a pretty naive way to think."
"Maybe. But I'm not alone in thinking like it. You know, some research around here had me seeing someone else that used to think just like me."
"Really? Who?"
"Sierra Silver. Before she became an evil mastermind, she used to just come out and wanting to give it her best and trying to fight as hard as she could for the win. But as time goes, and opportunities are missed, she got darker. And I can imagine how easy it must be to give into the dark side some times, but me personally? I have no plans for that. I just want to head on out there and give it my best. Sierra is an incredible competitor. I know she's going to give it her best this week, maybe even have some kind of evil plan to get the best of me. After all, like you said, there's a world title chance at the end of this tournament for the winner. That's a massive prize to fight for. But all I can do, is come in ready, prepared, and give it my best. Wrestling may be a competitive business, and it might be a business that is focused and obsessed on titles and wins. But to me, wrestling comes down to a simple three word philosophy. Win, lose or draw, no matter what happens or how it happens. When I get to the back, I look at myself in the mirror, and I remind myself that Such. Is. Life."
And with those simple final words, Mark gives Jerika a small nod of his head and then walks away and the scene fades....to.....black.