Post by kylewilliams on Jul 16, 2022 11:29:08 GMT
The feed opens inside what seems to be a cheap looking village hall. There are two men in a poorly constructed wrestling ring, one of the turnbuckles is held together by scotch tape and the middle rope is frayed. The ring is surrounded by nasty looking metallic chairs covered in dubious stains, most of which are empty, the remaining seats are occupied by some teenage kids chatting amongst themselves whilst they play with their phones, a few middle-aged men all drinking beer directly from the can and two overly-enthusiastic women in their early thirties wearing generic wrestling T-shirts and shouting obscenities at the action.
One of the men in the ring is Kyle Williams, despite the extremely low turn out and cheap surroundings, he has something to prove by winning this match and refuses to put anything less than 100% effort into it. He is just struggling to stand after a particularly painful looking powerbomb from his opponent who runs at him in the hopes of finishing him off. Regaining his senses in the nick of time, Kyle lifts him into the air, positions himself, then catches his foe in a DDT position, slamming his head into the mat from a great height. The crowd let out an audible:
Oooohhhhh
as Kyle goes for the pin.
One…..Two…..Three!
Kyle stands still, clutching his back in pain as he raises his hand and his opponent rolls out the ring and onto the hard floor below. Kyle beckons to one of the assistants at ringside and asks for a microphone. He is handed a poor quality one that looks like it came out of a cereal box, it creates too much hiss and feedback. Kyle is still panting and out of breath after what he considered a grueling match.
Kyle: Just…one more… example of what the hell I can do in this ring. This shitty, poorly constructed ring that I will be glad to see the back of!
The crowds start to liven up
BOOOOO
Kyle: Because I have finally had the call. Someone has noticed me at last. After years of working my damn ass off I am on my way to the big leagues, to Wrestleverse. No more sleeping in my car, no more performing to people (He eyes the kids on their phones) who aren’t even paying any damn attention!
One of them flips him the bird.
Kyle (Laughing): See? All I want is some damn respect, for a crowd to look at me and to KNOW that I did the right thing of pursuing my dream by becoming a professional wrestler.
Man in crowd: Fuck off already!
Kyle: Great, fine. Next time you morons see me, you’re going to be telling all your friends that you had the opportunity to see me live, and you were too stuck up your own asses to pay attention. I’m out.
Kyle drops the microphone just out of reach of the promoter and walks out of the ring, not bothering to look back.
A few days later, Wrestleverse arena.
Helix Nebula by Anamanaguchi starts to play as the crowd murmurs amongst itself. Kyle Williams walks through the curtains but doesn’t bother to acknowledge anyone as he makes his way to the ring. Some of the crowd start to jeer and laugh as he slides effortlessly into the ring and calls for a microphone from the ring announcer. His music dies down.
Kyle: Yeah yeah you think I haven’t heard what people like you have had to say about me a million times before? Get it out your systems, go on.
The crowd starts up a small fry chant amongst themselves, just under half of them join in.
Small fry! Small fry! Small fry!
Kyle: You done?
Wooooo!
Kyle: Well done, you have successfully identified yourselves as a group with roughly the same IQ as a pre-school class.
The crowds cheers start to turn
Boooooo
Kyle: Oh I’m sorry, did I offend the large group of people who started mocking someone they just met? Maybe take a look at yourselves before you start booing me.
BOOOO
Kyle: Ah you’re all the same. For those of you who don’t know...
Kyle surveys the crowd
Kyle: ...and from the looks of you there’s a lot of not knowing going on, my name is Kyle Williams. And in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t look like your typical wrestler.
Another small fry chant starts up, this time it has gathered a few more voices.
Small fry! Small fry!
Kyle: Yes well done, you have identified my shameful secret of my height by using your eyes, what a clever bunch. But you know what you haven’t seen? What you couldn’t possibly comprehend? My journey to make it here in this very ring at Wrestleverse!
Wrestleverse! Wrestleverse! Wrestleverse!
Kyle: You think I just walked in the door and they hired me on the spot? Or maybe someone saw me at the gym and thought ‘Wow, I gotta get this guy an audition!’ Well guess what, like hell did that happen! Now I’m sure the guys in the back all work very hard blah blah blah, but I bet you none of them, not a single one, had to go through what I did just to be noticed! No, what got me noticed was the fact that I never turned down a fight from guys twice my size, I never let an opportunity slip through my fingers and I never stopped believing that I belong in this damn ring! And look around you, I can’t think of a better place for me to be right now, this insane incredible place will give anyone a shot, and let me tell you they landed the jackpot with me.
The crowd start to murmur amongst themselves again
Kyle: I’ve known for a while that there’s only one thing that makes people sit up and notice you in this kind of environment, and that’s kicking the holy hell out of everyone else. So this is a warning, no a promise, to each and every one of you walking around out the back there with those smug condescending looks on your faces.
The crowd noise starts to lower as Kyle pauses and intently glares to the backstage area
Kyle: Listen to me very closely. I don't care who you were before you got here. I don't care how many accolades or nicknames you give yourselves. Because right here, right now, at the dawn of this new incredible wrestling federation, we are all the same, no-one has achieved anything more than anyone else. And If you think you can push me about, think I don’t belong or maybe you can pick up an easy win by challenging me? I will make sure that you will be begging the referee to stop the match because you just can’t go on. If that’s because you simply can’t keep up or you’re in too much pain is on you.
The crowd remains fairly quiet.
Kyle: One match. That’s all I need. It’s all I’ve ever needed. One match to show everyone what I’m capable of. Fan or not, you won’t be able to deny that I belong. And lucky for all you people I already have that first match! A battle royal for the wrestleverse championship. And honest to God I can’t think of a better way to prove myself than to walk out there surrounded by a bunch of athletes most would consider ‘real’ wrestlers and throw every damn last one of them out the ring.
Kyle calms himself down for a moment to soak in the atmosphere before raising the mic again.
Kyle: Everyone here tonight has a fantastic opportunity, and I highly recommend you make the most of it because I promise you it will not happen again. Here I stand, in the middle of this ring, without a championship. Shocking isn’t it? Well after the main event of Eternal, you will NEVER see this sight again so take some pictures for your twitters and your facebooks, they’ll be limited edition before too long I assure you.
Kyle starts to pace the ring, getting worked up again.
Kyle: Now the thing about me, is that I have spent my whole life having people look down on me, they told me what I could and couldn’t be, they told me I could never be a wrestler because of something completely out of my control! Well you know what? Here I am dammit! Here I am standing in a wrestling ring about to win my debut match, win my first title, and show every single person in the back what it’s like to have someone look down on them! Because every last one of them will be on the floor, looking up at me as I raise my new title above my head! And this is more than just a championship for me, this is an opportunity week in and week out to be the gold standard that wrestleverse deserves. There is NO-ONE out there who will work harder than me to show the world that this is the best damn federation on or off the planet and I don’t care who I’m facing or what weird ass stipulation they want to come up with because every single time the result will be the same: (Kyle does his best to impersonate a ring announcer) Ladies and gentlemen, boys girls, aliens, cats, dogs aunts and uncles, here is your winner and STILL your wrestleverse champion…Kyle Williams!!
The crowd start getting into it, there are mixtures of cheers and boos.
Kyle: This is my shot. My chance to show everyone that I haven’t messed up years of my life chasing some pipe dream. I can’t get this far just to fail at the last hurdle, I’ve gone through too much, sacrificed too much (Kyle contemplates the meaning of those words before gathering himself and addressing the crowd) If you’ve ever been told that you’re not good enough for something, there’s things you can’t do because of circumstances completely out of your control, if you’ve even been treated like damn dirt because you don’t fit the mould.
The crowd start to get heavily involved now, cheering along.
Kyle: And you know what? I get it! I do. I am short, I can’t help that, born this way. But even if this is WHAT I am, you can be damn sure that this is not WHO I am. These are not the things that define me, I am more than my physical attributes. WE are so much more than what people try and label us as!
The crowd start up a ‘Williams!’ chant
Kyle: I’m sure you all must know how I feel, and you know that when people push you against a wall you have two real options. You can lay down and take it, or you can fight back.
The crowd continues to get louder, the cheers are now heavily drowning out the boos.
Kyle: My name is Kyle Williams, and this is me joining wrestleverse, fighting back.
The camera lingers on Kyle as a smirk creeps across his face, he throws the mic back to the sound guy and makes his way out of the ring as his music starts back up, the crowd is now in a frenzy, chanting:
Williams! Williams! Williams!
One of the men in the ring is Kyle Williams, despite the extremely low turn out and cheap surroundings, he has something to prove by winning this match and refuses to put anything less than 100% effort into it. He is just struggling to stand after a particularly painful looking powerbomb from his opponent who runs at him in the hopes of finishing him off. Regaining his senses in the nick of time, Kyle lifts him into the air, positions himself, then catches his foe in a DDT position, slamming his head into the mat from a great height. The crowd let out an audible:
Oooohhhhh
as Kyle goes for the pin.
One…..Two…..Three!
Kyle stands still, clutching his back in pain as he raises his hand and his opponent rolls out the ring and onto the hard floor below. Kyle beckons to one of the assistants at ringside and asks for a microphone. He is handed a poor quality one that looks like it came out of a cereal box, it creates too much hiss and feedback. Kyle is still panting and out of breath after what he considered a grueling match.
Kyle: Just…one more… example of what the hell I can do in this ring. This shitty, poorly constructed ring that I will be glad to see the back of!
The crowds start to liven up
BOOOOO
Kyle: Because I have finally had the call. Someone has noticed me at last. After years of working my damn ass off I am on my way to the big leagues, to Wrestleverse. No more sleeping in my car, no more performing to people (He eyes the kids on their phones) who aren’t even paying any damn attention!
One of them flips him the bird.
Kyle (Laughing): See? All I want is some damn respect, for a crowd to look at me and to KNOW that I did the right thing of pursuing my dream by becoming a professional wrestler.
Man in crowd: Fuck off already!
Kyle: Great, fine. Next time you morons see me, you’re going to be telling all your friends that you had the opportunity to see me live, and you were too stuck up your own asses to pay attention. I’m out.
Kyle drops the microphone just out of reach of the promoter and walks out of the ring, not bothering to look back.
A few days later, Wrestleverse arena.
Helix Nebula by Anamanaguchi starts to play as the crowd murmurs amongst itself. Kyle Williams walks through the curtains but doesn’t bother to acknowledge anyone as he makes his way to the ring. Some of the crowd start to jeer and laugh as he slides effortlessly into the ring and calls for a microphone from the ring announcer. His music dies down.
Kyle: Yeah yeah you think I haven’t heard what people like you have had to say about me a million times before? Get it out your systems, go on.
The crowd starts up a small fry chant amongst themselves, just under half of them join in.
Small fry! Small fry! Small fry!
Kyle: You done?
Wooooo!
Kyle: Well done, you have successfully identified yourselves as a group with roughly the same IQ as a pre-school class.
The crowds cheers start to turn
Boooooo
Kyle: Oh I’m sorry, did I offend the large group of people who started mocking someone they just met? Maybe take a look at yourselves before you start booing me.
BOOOO
Kyle: Ah you’re all the same. For those of you who don’t know...
Kyle surveys the crowd
Kyle: ...and from the looks of you there’s a lot of not knowing going on, my name is Kyle Williams. And in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t look like your typical wrestler.
Another small fry chant starts up, this time it has gathered a few more voices.
Small fry! Small fry!
Kyle: Yes well done, you have identified my shameful secret of my height by using your eyes, what a clever bunch. But you know what you haven’t seen? What you couldn’t possibly comprehend? My journey to make it here in this very ring at Wrestleverse!
Wrestleverse! Wrestleverse! Wrestleverse!
Kyle: You think I just walked in the door and they hired me on the spot? Or maybe someone saw me at the gym and thought ‘Wow, I gotta get this guy an audition!’ Well guess what, like hell did that happen! Now I’m sure the guys in the back all work very hard blah blah blah, but I bet you none of them, not a single one, had to go through what I did just to be noticed! No, what got me noticed was the fact that I never turned down a fight from guys twice my size, I never let an opportunity slip through my fingers and I never stopped believing that I belong in this damn ring! And look around you, I can’t think of a better place for me to be right now, this insane incredible place will give anyone a shot, and let me tell you they landed the jackpot with me.
The crowd start to murmur amongst themselves again
Kyle: I’ve known for a while that there’s only one thing that makes people sit up and notice you in this kind of environment, and that’s kicking the holy hell out of everyone else. So this is a warning, no a promise, to each and every one of you walking around out the back there with those smug condescending looks on your faces.
The crowd noise starts to lower as Kyle pauses and intently glares to the backstage area
Kyle: Listen to me very closely. I don't care who you were before you got here. I don't care how many accolades or nicknames you give yourselves. Because right here, right now, at the dawn of this new incredible wrestling federation, we are all the same, no-one has achieved anything more than anyone else. And If you think you can push me about, think I don’t belong or maybe you can pick up an easy win by challenging me? I will make sure that you will be begging the referee to stop the match because you just can’t go on. If that’s because you simply can’t keep up or you’re in too much pain is on you.
The crowd remains fairly quiet.
Kyle: One match. That’s all I need. It’s all I’ve ever needed. One match to show everyone what I’m capable of. Fan or not, you won’t be able to deny that I belong. And lucky for all you people I already have that first match! A battle royal for the wrestleverse championship. And honest to God I can’t think of a better way to prove myself than to walk out there surrounded by a bunch of athletes most would consider ‘real’ wrestlers and throw every damn last one of them out the ring.
Kyle calms himself down for a moment to soak in the atmosphere before raising the mic again.
Kyle: Everyone here tonight has a fantastic opportunity, and I highly recommend you make the most of it because I promise you it will not happen again. Here I stand, in the middle of this ring, without a championship. Shocking isn’t it? Well after the main event of Eternal, you will NEVER see this sight again so take some pictures for your twitters and your facebooks, they’ll be limited edition before too long I assure you.
Kyle starts to pace the ring, getting worked up again.
Kyle: Now the thing about me, is that I have spent my whole life having people look down on me, they told me what I could and couldn’t be, they told me I could never be a wrestler because of something completely out of my control! Well you know what? Here I am dammit! Here I am standing in a wrestling ring about to win my debut match, win my first title, and show every single person in the back what it’s like to have someone look down on them! Because every last one of them will be on the floor, looking up at me as I raise my new title above my head! And this is more than just a championship for me, this is an opportunity week in and week out to be the gold standard that wrestleverse deserves. There is NO-ONE out there who will work harder than me to show the world that this is the best damn federation on or off the planet and I don’t care who I’m facing or what weird ass stipulation they want to come up with because every single time the result will be the same: (Kyle does his best to impersonate a ring announcer) Ladies and gentlemen, boys girls, aliens, cats, dogs aunts and uncles, here is your winner and STILL your wrestleverse champion…Kyle Williams!!
The crowd start getting into it, there are mixtures of cheers and boos.
Kyle: This is my shot. My chance to show everyone that I haven’t messed up years of my life chasing some pipe dream. I can’t get this far just to fail at the last hurdle, I’ve gone through too much, sacrificed too much (Kyle contemplates the meaning of those words before gathering himself and addressing the crowd) If you’ve ever been told that you’re not good enough for something, there’s things you can’t do because of circumstances completely out of your control, if you’ve even been treated like damn dirt because you don’t fit the mould.
The crowd start to get heavily involved now, cheering along.
Kyle: And you know what? I get it! I do. I am short, I can’t help that, born this way. But even if this is WHAT I am, you can be damn sure that this is not WHO I am. These are not the things that define me, I am more than my physical attributes. WE are so much more than what people try and label us as!
The crowd start up a ‘Williams!’ chant
Kyle: I’m sure you all must know how I feel, and you know that when people push you against a wall you have two real options. You can lay down and take it, or you can fight back.
The crowd continues to get louder, the cheers are now heavily drowning out the boos.
Kyle: My name is Kyle Williams, and this is me joining wrestleverse, fighting back.
The camera lingers on Kyle as a smirk creeps across his face, he throws the mic back to the sound guy and makes his way out of the ring as his music starts back up, the crowd is now in a frenzy, chanting:
Williams! Williams! Williams!
