Post by Mark 'Ace' Kelly on May 30, 2021 21:48:31 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Sin
A Beautiful Sight
Revo-1 International Championship
A Beautiful Sight
Revo-1 International Championship
The scene opens on a gorgeous shot of a sunrise slowly shining over the deep blue surface of Arlington Lake. The panoramic shot slowly zooms down until we spot a solitary figure jogging along the lake side, and as the shot gets closer we see that it's none other then the Australian Ace himself, Mark Kelly. Mark has a set of beats on, as well as his tracksuit pants and a hooded jumper, and is jogging along the side of the lake, clearly lost in his own world. As he reaches a nearby bench, he slows down, turning to face the bench and starting to do step ups on it, counting along as he does a few, before pausing with both feet on the ground. Finally glancing around, he seems to spot the nearby camera, his gaze lingering on it for a few moments, before he reaches up to pull his beats down, and turns to look out at the lake. As he stares at the lake, he slips a small satchel off his back, slipping a water bottle from the bag and taking a sip, before setting it back in the satchel, and finally finding his voice.
"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it? Tranquil and serene. It's why I enjoy getting my workouts in so early. I get to see some of the most beautiful sights in the world. Moments that remind me why America really is worth coming to."
Mark stares at the lake for a few extra moments, before smiling and turning back towards the camera. Taking a step closer with a gentle smile.
"You're from Sin, aren't you?" There's a gentle nod of the camera, and Mark smiles and nods himself. "Thought so. Well, I can't blame you for hunting me down. Big match this week. My first ever title shot on American soil. One of the first ever title shots of my career, really."
Mark takes a deep breath and then sighs and shakes his head. Taking off his jacket, exposing the simple black tank top he has on underneath it, he starts to stretch out his arms, eyes glued on the bench in front of him as he gathers his thoughts before finally turning towards the camera once more.
"It's a funny thing. I never saw myself as the kind of wrestler that would get some kind of obsession when it came to titles. Gold will come and go, but memories last forever. Seeing all those fans roaring as I fly high, or land some big impact move, those are the kind of things I always believed would matter more to me. And they still do, because when I step out from behind that curtain, I don't care if its a hundred fans in a small backyard down under, or a hundred thousand in one of the biggest stadiums in the world. To me, putting a smile on those fans faces, making them feel like their money was worth it, that is what matters to me."
Mark pauses now, glancing at the camera and giving a slight shrug and a smirk.
"Mostly."
He chuckles and then lifts his foot onto the bench, leaning down to loosen up the laces of his sneaker and re-tying it, giving himself another moment to arrange his thoughts. Finally looking back towards the camera once more and sighing.
"So, when I saw my name was opposite Anya Coyle's, and her title would be on the line as well? I want to claim it meant nothing to me. That I merely shrugged it off and went away to prepare for a tough opponent. I want to be able to look right down that lens, flash my cheeky Aussie grin, and say I was more excited for a chance to lay some boots into Anya then I was for a crack at that gold. But that....that just wouldn't be fair dinkum. The idea of getting a title shot? In only my second ever Revo-1 match? Well, that excites me quite a bit."
"It's not just the chance to get a pretty bit of gold around my waist, either. Us Kelly's have always had an affinity for taking other people's gold, after all. Ol' Ned took it at gun point. I'm not going to go that far, but I like it as an option if you're little crew try and get involved. No, one of the reasons I like being given this title shot, is it means someone up top thinks I've earned this. Off one match, they see enough potential in me, to give me a chance to be champion. Now that, that makes me smile. And it also makes me just a little nervous, because that's a lot of pressure on my broad Aussie shoulders. The people in charge believe in me so much that I'm getting a shot already? If I win, then great, there faith was placed on the right shoulders. But if I lose? How long until they trust me again? How long until they give me another chance? And then you add onto all that, the fact we're having this match in a stadium that can hold one hundred thousand fans? Whoa boy, that's a whole lotta pressure for one little Aussie fella that just wants to wrestle."
Mark lets out a deep breath now, shaking his head and sighing. Running a hand through his hair, he turns to stare out at the lake and just watches it for a few serene moments. Calming himself as best he can, before once more turning to face the camera with a gentle smile.
"And yet...I believe in myself. Believe in my chance. And more importantly, I just really want to rearrange that little bitch's face for the shit she's been doing to one of my good friend's, Jessie Lee. See Anya, when I first saw my name opposite yours, I didn't understand it. My second match in? Booking me in a title match? Why? It confuddled me. But then I realised, the only things people know about me, is that I have a gorgeous smile, and I'm a friend of Jessie's. And you and the rest of your finger buddies, you really don't like Jessie. So of COURSE someone sees the money in sending you against her friend. That's just good business sense."
"But while it might be good business sense, it isn't boding well for your title reign."
"Now, I did my research here. Spent time looking through the good ol' Revo-1 archives to get a better feel for exactly how much of a chance I had this week. And I have to give you props. You've been champion for almost two hundred days! That's one long reign. And in that time you've defended the title....uhh.....twice."
Mark pauses now, looking down at his hand and counting out two fingers, raising them up to show the camera two digits.
"Twice. Duo. Dos. You've held the International title for TWO HUNDRED days, and you've made just TWO title defenses. That is....uhhh..."
Again the West Coast Wildcard pauses, rubbing at the back of his neck slowly and looking at the camera. After a long lingering look he just shrugs and sighs, shaking his head gently.
"Nope. I can't make sense of it. I mean, you're clearly a star for the future Anya. You're dangerous, you're connected, and between those ropes, you've shown how talented you can be. And yet, you wear that title proudly, are happy to call yourself champion, and have only defended it TWICE. Look, I understand I'm new, and I maybe haven't got a good grasp on the intricacies of the Revolution-1 locker room, but how can you only have been challenged TWICE? I don't....."
Again he pauses and lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head softly but then finally forcing a smile on his face as he looks right back at the lens. With every word, it's clear that the intensity is growing both behind his eyes and in his words.
"You know what, it doesn't really matter Anya. Doesn't matter how many times you HAVE defended it, because this week on Sin you WILL have to defend it again, against a challenger that you're not prepared for. I mean, how can you prepare for what you don't know? You've seen ONE match of mine. I've got months and months of footage to study. I know all about your friends in the Left Hand. I know they are going to stick their noses in, try to keep that pretty little belt on your shoulder. And as if having friends wasn't enough, you've also got that killer edge, and a nice sharp blade you're probably looking to aim for my throat. Make me a message for my friend Jess. I understand ALL of this, Anya. I know what the odds are against me, and yet I'm standing here ready to face them all down."
"You can bring your friends, your blade, your skills, and your killer edge. Can bring it ALL right here to Arlington, Texas. Bring it out in front of the EIGHTY THOUSAND FANS that are pinning ALL their hopes and dreams on my shoulders! That re begging just BEGGING for me to PUT YOU DOWN. To END this charade that you call a reign. To bring some INTERNATIONAL flavour to the INTERNATIONAL title. I know that all that pressure and expectation are coming. And you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT I SAY?"
Mark throws his arms wide, shrugging his shoulders and staring right at the camera, as he speaks with a calm and focused intensity.
"Such. Is. Life."
Mark stares at the camera for a moment and then casually shakes his head and smiles.
"This is my chance. My shot. The pressure is on, the odds are against me, and yet HERE! I! STAND! You want to make an example of me? You can bloody well try it. Want your buddies in the Left Hand to hit me while the ref isn't looking? Bring it on. Want to run that sharp little knife of yours over my throat.....well, as the great Crocodile Dundee proved, us Australian's know all about knives. You're a psychologist, Anya. How about you look right down that camera lens, into these eyes and try and psycho analyze me, now? Take a good long look, Blood Taker. Because THIS Australian Ace is coming for YOU! Coming for your TITLE! And coming to show you UP! When that bell rings on Sin, Revolution-1 is going to see itself with a new International Champion. A champion ready to bring honor and prestige back to that gold. And a champion that is READY and WILLING to defend his title more then TWICE in SIX BLOODY MONTHS!"
Mark snarls and shakes his head, staring at the camera for a long moment, but then slowly turning to look at the lake and then back to the camera.
"I told you I love seeing beautiful sights in America. Sunrises over a lake. Mount Rushmore. The Empire State Building. And in just a few short days, right here in front of the biggest crowd I have EVER wrestled in front of, seeing you laid out and that gold on the waist of a man that DESERVES IT....well, there won't be any better sight in the world then that."
And with that Mark pushes past the camera and it fades....to......black.