Post by Brandon Hendrix on May 12, 2021 17:11:09 GMT -5
{A week passes since the debut of Rev1 newest signee, Angelo, who not only claimed victory to the Glory Tournament he is set to debut in, but to also defeat Jason Ryan. With the history between the two, Legacy management decided to put the two in a first round matchup. After finding out about the match, the two got into a verbal confirmation to which staff and officials had to separate the two wrestlers.
The scenery is of a busy street. Many of the public are either on their phones, talking to the person they're with, or distracted by another form of distraction. Cars, buses, bicycles, scooters, motorcycles, all going along the street, aiming to reach their destination. The camera cuts into an alleyway, where sitting on the lid of a trash can is Angelo. He looks at the brick wall in front of him as the camera gets in closer to him before he speaks.}
"Familiar territory. Growing up in Africo, Italy, I had to fight a lot. That fighting led me to the career I have now. Jason, you know the fight I bring. You saw how hard I fought to get this."
{Angelo lifts up his hand, two rings on his ring finger: one for marriage, and one for Hall Of Fame.}
"That fighting started in that town. I FOUGHT to make my parents proud by bringing home the best grades I could so I could go off and go to college and do my dream job of whatever I could that would put me and my family in a better position then what I had growing up. I FOUGHT everyday to avoid being robbed by the year twelves of my school of the little lunch money I got from my dad who had to work three jobs to put food in our mouths and keep a small roof over our heads. I FOUGHT to become a professional wrestler at the age of sixteen when nobody believed in me told me to quit. I FOUGHT to keep my dream alive and be signed to my first big organization in twenty fifteen. I FOUGHT to avoid being fired multiple times over. I …"
{Angelo turns his head and looks into the camera, tears filling his eyes.}
"I fought to get into rehab to get better. I fought wanting to take another drink, fought to stop the needle from going into my arm again, fought to avoid letting that substance run its way through my nostril again, fought to keep that cigarette and blunt from my lips and breathe in healthier options like air. I fought to keep my job when I was seconds away from being fired.
Then, I fought clean for five years. I FOUGHT in every barbaric match up they had: Hell In A Cell, Steel Cages, Barbed Wire Massacre, Terror Dome (way to win is to bust your opponent open, to which you can pin him after), Elimination Chamber, one of the most acclaimed and gruesome Falls Count Anywhere matches you'd ever watch. I fought to have no chance of being honored with the Hall Of Fame induction, to I got to be in one of the best classes ever. I fought hard to earn a retirement, and I fought hard to exit that retirement to be able to stand in that ring on May Eighteenth and fight.
Jason, you forgot what I'm capable of. When you wake up every morning, and you see those scars on your back, you think back to the time where you forced me to become… him. You forced me to put that mask on and become him, and nobody was the same since. Not you, and not your wife. You forced me to become a fucking comedian when you and your butt buddies went on your little talk show and decided to throw my name out there so loosely like me of all people wouldn't fire back, and oh, I did. Braving The Frontier met Craving The Downtier, where I single handly had you all picked apart like nothing. I even picked apart the greatest talker in the history of that company to the point he refused to face me.
And yet, when I'm proud of that, you're proud of beating an injured and nearly dead man. A man who heart could give out at any moment. Hell someone who beat you at seventy five percent and you're proud of beating him when he was at forty five percent? The horrible reality is you couldn't beat him if he was healthy. And the General Manager knew that, so when he screwed Brandon, you screwed Brandon too. And now, I get to screw you out of making a name for yourself here at Revolution1. I saw your lack of success already and I knew that you're destined for failure once again. I'll make it my dying breath myself to make sure you do not succeed here period. I'll make sure I take the opportunities away from you that you took away from the kid I mentored into this company.
I had to fight to get to this point, and I will fight to keep you from reaching a higher point. I will fight to reintroduce myself to professional wrestling. And when you leave the ring, you'll be saying "Angelo fought… and beat my ass."."
{Angelo turns his head back and looks at the wall.}
"Lockheart, Arcana, Holiday, Lee, Prince, Ninja, I understand these are your make or break moments in professional wrestling. This is the Path Of Redemption for me. All this youth I'm surrounded around, looking to make it in a business like wrestling, but take it from someone who's been doing this for twenty years, you can try and you can try, but you will crack under the pressure, your shoulders will be carrying that wall of "I NEED TO SUCCEED!". Your back will break under that pressure and you will fall to the man who had to struggle himself back to his feet with that wall on his shoulders and climb the ladder to the brass ring that people has hovered over my head for years, listening to the weight that I put on myself to succeed get heavier and heavier each pull up and bam… shatters my legs from underneath me. Some of you would quit. Me? I have no quit in me. Torn ACL, shattered knee, puncture wounds from barbed and razor wire and I wrestled shortly after. With all that, I still climbed that and I still secured that ring.. I can handle the pressure that comes with this climb. The question is, are you all ready for the fall that's to come? Or, are you ready to…
Feel
The
….
Burn…"
{Angelo motions for the cameraman to leave as he continues to stare at the wall as the segment fades to black.}