Post by Kyle Shane on Oct 9, 2017 18:09:39 GMT -5
He stands amid a gutted, ruined wreck of a building, months ago that had been a decaying, yet functional gym. The type of gym that adorned the block of any inner city, the one people stopped going to and abandoned. Now, it was irrevocable, the ghosts of memory that gave this place form has mostly fled. Much like Pure Class Wrestling, this is a shell of a place that had once died, was reborn, but into a sickly revenant living a half-life. He shakes his head with pity, as he stares at the blackened stone. His hands are deep into the pockets of his duster. His hair falls low over his contemplative eyes, sweeping the scene, but as the camera comes in close we see just how devoid of emotion he is. Zoom in on the fracture lines already forming in the cement that underlies the old building.
"Not a very impressive sight, is it? This building was once the proudest structure in this area but with, mismanagement and neglect, it has started to disintegrate, even before my time. Of course, once the foundation goes... the sorry old building will collapse under its own disgusting weight... And, believe me, that day is coming sooner than you realize..."
The camera sways to the left of the building and starts to focus in on the alleyway that separates this building from the next.
"This building is representative of the current state of Pure Class Wrestling. How far from grace has it fallen in recent months? The shiny veneer it once possessed now stands tarnished and rusty as the dignity of the industry is sapped from its infrastructure. The preference of fan appeal over wrestling ability has rotted the timbers of this once proud organization. The reliance on past glory over acceptance of the new has chipped away at the mortar that holds together the bricks of this place. It's just a matter of time before the Pure Class Wrestling goes the way of this decrepit old building... That is, unless it were to receive a new foundation. And at Deadly Intentions PCW will be one step closer to achieving that goal when I walk in to that ring, along with upwards of twenty other so-called "stars" and I run through each and every one of them in my path to be the last man in the ring, and claim the prize that I have been moving closer to step by step in the past year I have been a part of the roster of PCW, the World Championship. No slipping by me this time. I am not allowing it. I hit the ground running when I came here, and I have not stopped since then. I have torn down the opposition in front of me, brick by brick. But they are just the weakened walls and support struts, they are not the foundation. The foundation. Our champion. Whitey Ford. At the end of it all, this comes down... one way or the other... to you, and me."
The camera continues down the alleyway, shifting every so slightly this way and that to avoid the scattered bits of debris that lay scattered throughout its environment. Old boxes, broken glass, upset garbage cans... these are just some of the things that are strewn about here. You can picture the rest, I imagine.
"But, first things first... As easy as kicking Whitey in the face and breaking his jaw would seem to be, I realize that defeating Whitey Ford will be no easy task. I know Whitey has overcome men like Grimm and Nathan in the recent past. I know... all of this. And I know that the Rumble isn't just a small leap of an obstacle, it's quite a roadblock in my path to get through it and claim the World title. But, it will only serve to create a stronger impression in everyone's eyes when I do the unthinkable one more time in this miracle run that is Kyle Shane's initial foray into this world. Look at the past two months, everything I said I was going to do, I did. Achievements unlocked. Underground Champion. TIIT winner. Humbled Olivia Xavier, Hiroshi Yukio, Gabriel. And now, the North American champion. And rolling into the Rumble ready for war, and still. I would have to contend with the notion that I'm not ready for this, that I was not born for this moment."
The camera's trip down the alley adjacent to the gutted old gym continues and the end of the passage begins to come into view. The end of the alley seems to lead into a backyard area, fenced in by a chain link fence.
"But realize why I'm doing this. In essence, I am doing this, claiming this run and capping it off the right way, by getting the title shot and claiming what I've been working for... I'm not doing it for my own validation. I'm doing it because Pure Class, IS broken. I don't claim to champion the cause of the new talent who feel they are being held down by the management while secretly holding them back myself. I realize that and the unlikely stand I am taking stands for something different. It stands for taking something for yourself simply because you can..."
His long coat flutters about his legs, his waist can be seen with a band of shiny gold carrying it. The yellow metal is illuminated by a small fire on the ground.
"I came to this federation and immediately found championship success, because I can. I fought off every contender that has challenged me, because I can. Twice now, I have main evented against the likes of Whitey Ford and even pinned the unstoppable World champion to the mat, because I can! There's nothing that I won't do to succeed in this business and prove myself. There's no amount of my spirit, my blood, my own body I wouldn't sacrifice, and anyone who gets in my way is going to be introduced into that equation of damage. There's no way I am going to lose when I am this close... No one is going to stop me. Not the Seromine's, not the Gabriel's, not the Tyrone Smith's or Dominators or High Tides or fucking Sicko's... I am going to humble you all and have everyone acknowledge that I am this company's new foundation simply because I can."
As the camera continues closer, he again turns his head to stare deep into the lens. His eyes flash, but his face remains stoic.
"Anyone and everyone in my path, I am going to tear you down, brick by brick, until I get to you, Whitey Ford. This is the endgame. You will find out at Deadly Intentions, and then again when I get the title shot that comes my way... that I am the very best this industry has and your fifth grade rhetoric will do you no good once we step between those ropes to face off with one another, for the first time ever…man to man, with your shiny gold security blanket on the line."
He stands up and walks through the diminutive flames of the dying fire. As he does so, the camera does not follow his departure into the night. Instead, the camera pans down to the fire. At the center of the flames, in a vision that can only be plucked from a child's nightmare, there is a stuffed bunny; charred and black. Its stuffing is ablaze and its button eyes are melted onto its burning face.
"The foundation is already crumbling... Get ready for the end, and to watch me. Because I'm coming straight for you, Whitey. Come whatever may."
The scene fades to black as the fire gets closer and closer to the center and all you can see is the white flames as the scene ends…
"Not a very impressive sight, is it? This building was once the proudest structure in this area but with, mismanagement and neglect, it has started to disintegrate, even before my time. Of course, once the foundation goes... the sorry old building will collapse under its own disgusting weight... And, believe me, that day is coming sooner than you realize..."
The camera sways to the left of the building and starts to focus in on the alleyway that separates this building from the next.
"This building is representative of the current state of Pure Class Wrestling. How far from grace has it fallen in recent months? The shiny veneer it once possessed now stands tarnished and rusty as the dignity of the industry is sapped from its infrastructure. The preference of fan appeal over wrestling ability has rotted the timbers of this once proud organization. The reliance on past glory over acceptance of the new has chipped away at the mortar that holds together the bricks of this place. It's just a matter of time before the Pure Class Wrestling goes the way of this decrepit old building... That is, unless it were to receive a new foundation. And at Deadly Intentions PCW will be one step closer to achieving that goal when I walk in to that ring, along with upwards of twenty other so-called "stars" and I run through each and every one of them in my path to be the last man in the ring, and claim the prize that I have been moving closer to step by step in the past year I have been a part of the roster of PCW, the World Championship. No slipping by me this time. I am not allowing it. I hit the ground running when I came here, and I have not stopped since then. I have torn down the opposition in front of me, brick by brick. But they are just the weakened walls and support struts, they are not the foundation. The foundation. Our champion. Whitey Ford. At the end of it all, this comes down... one way or the other... to you, and me."
The camera continues down the alleyway, shifting every so slightly this way and that to avoid the scattered bits of debris that lay scattered throughout its environment. Old boxes, broken glass, upset garbage cans... these are just some of the things that are strewn about here. You can picture the rest, I imagine.
"But, first things first... As easy as kicking Whitey in the face and breaking his jaw would seem to be, I realize that defeating Whitey Ford will be no easy task. I know Whitey has overcome men like Grimm and Nathan in the recent past. I know... all of this. And I know that the Rumble isn't just a small leap of an obstacle, it's quite a roadblock in my path to get through it and claim the World title. But, it will only serve to create a stronger impression in everyone's eyes when I do the unthinkable one more time in this miracle run that is Kyle Shane's initial foray into this world. Look at the past two months, everything I said I was going to do, I did. Achievements unlocked. Underground Champion. TIIT winner. Humbled Olivia Xavier, Hiroshi Yukio, Gabriel. And now, the North American champion. And rolling into the Rumble ready for war, and still. I would have to contend with the notion that I'm not ready for this, that I was not born for this moment."
The camera's trip down the alley adjacent to the gutted old gym continues and the end of the passage begins to come into view. The end of the alley seems to lead into a backyard area, fenced in by a chain link fence.
"But realize why I'm doing this. In essence, I am doing this, claiming this run and capping it off the right way, by getting the title shot and claiming what I've been working for... I'm not doing it for my own validation. I'm doing it because Pure Class, IS broken. I don't claim to champion the cause of the new talent who feel they are being held down by the management while secretly holding them back myself. I realize that and the unlikely stand I am taking stands for something different. It stands for taking something for yourself simply because you can..."
His long coat flutters about his legs, his waist can be seen with a band of shiny gold carrying it. The yellow metal is illuminated by a small fire on the ground.
"I came to this federation and immediately found championship success, because I can. I fought off every contender that has challenged me, because I can. Twice now, I have main evented against the likes of Whitey Ford and even pinned the unstoppable World champion to the mat, because I can! There's nothing that I won't do to succeed in this business and prove myself. There's no amount of my spirit, my blood, my own body I wouldn't sacrifice, and anyone who gets in my way is going to be introduced into that equation of damage. There's no way I am going to lose when I am this close... No one is going to stop me. Not the Seromine's, not the Gabriel's, not the Tyrone Smith's or Dominators or High Tides or fucking Sicko's... I am going to humble you all and have everyone acknowledge that I am this company's new foundation simply because I can."
As the camera continues closer, he again turns his head to stare deep into the lens. His eyes flash, but his face remains stoic.
"Anyone and everyone in my path, I am going to tear you down, brick by brick, until I get to you, Whitey Ford. This is the endgame. You will find out at Deadly Intentions, and then again when I get the title shot that comes my way... that I am the very best this industry has and your fifth grade rhetoric will do you no good once we step between those ropes to face off with one another, for the first time ever…man to man, with your shiny gold security blanket on the line."
He stands up and walks through the diminutive flames of the dying fire. As he does so, the camera does not follow his departure into the night. Instead, the camera pans down to the fire. At the center of the flames, in a vision that can only be plucked from a child's nightmare, there is a stuffed bunny; charred and black. Its stuffing is ablaze and its button eyes are melted onto its burning face.
"The foundation is already crumbling... Get ready for the end, and to watch me. Because I'm coming straight for you, Whitey. Come whatever may."
The scene fades to black as the fire gets closer and closer to the center and all you can see is the white flames as the scene ends…
