Post by Tara Fenix on Sept 18, 2009 2:47:34 GMT -6
We fade in with William Spencer pulling up to a hotel in Las Cruces, New Mexico on a beautiful, clear night sky…the stars shining down from above as his car comes to a complete stop in a previously vacant parking space. As the engine slowly stopped humming we could hear the door open and the very faint sound of his feet stepping out onto the cemented lot before finally stepping up and slipping the key to the vehicle into his pocket, then making his way to the back. He opens the trunk of the car and pulls his wrestling bag out before putting the strap over his shoulder…after having his bag on his shoulder, he closes the trunk and begins to walk towards the entrance to the hotel.
Step by step, the bag is held securely to his side while he thinks about how long it has been since he has come into a hotel room, and just counted the seconds of his dwindling time until he would have to get into the ring…in front of thousands…just to give them a show. Just to get his own success. A legacy of failure; those were the words that he had used to describe his career throughout professional wrestling. Since he had been unable to capture the XHF World Championship, since he was unable to bring himself to capture any of the World Championships that had ever mattered to him, something that he would aim to change with his upcoming debut in New Championship Wrestling.
First impressions? The thought of first impressions made William scoff. If first impressions mattered then William wouldn’t be walking into another hotel room, with any hope in his heart. In his soul. There’s always a second chance, and this was something that William knew about all too familiar with.
Seconds passed as he walked closer to the door and he put his hand to the handle before stopping in his tracks. A slight smirk hidden on his face as his head dropped, and he shook his head at himself…still curious, still asking himself why he gave up what he had back at his home to get back into the ring to risk it all. He let his fingers slowly slide from the handle, and wandered slowly towards a bench that was outside of the hotel room before setting his bag down. He sat next to his bag and put his arm on the armrest while tilting his head back staring towards the stars; much like an astrologist, he wondered what each star held. Dreams. Goals. Ambitions. What did they hold?
A minute passed before William finally brought his head back to the attention of the camera, and with a slight grin on his face as he dreamt of the moment that he would step into New Championship Wrestling, and answer one question that has been asked for a long time: Does he still have it? A question asked by himself, asked by the critics, asked by the fans, asked by a great number of people. We were finally going to have an answer.
He pauses for a moment while lifting his hand to his jaw, slowly rubbing it while his mind thought about his entire past. He was contemplating the future, at the same time, wondering where he would be in a day…in a week…a month…even a year. The day was such a simple answer: In a day, he would be stepping into the ring in his first nCw match against Terminus. It was everything after that that was more of a blur. Because the truth of the matter is he didn’t know where he would be in a month; if he would be that success that he has promised the people of nCw he would be, or if he would fall back into line and continue his legacy of being a failure.
A twisted smirk starts to come over his face. Yes, he was loved by everyone; but everyone who knew him really knew that sick side about him…that side that made him the Hardcore Icon. Drawing in a deep breath, his chest lifting as he held the breath in him before slowly letting it go while his head turned away from the camera in the direction of his duffel bag, but he looked past it for a few seconds. His voice was low as he finally spoke after a couple seconds, the smirk still seen on the side of his face.
He turned his head back towards the camera, as his voice trailed off for a moment, and the word ‘together’ was merely muttered by the Hardcore Icon. His eyes focusing on the camera, and into the camera staring right into his opponent, and into anyone who he may have to cross paths with.
The twisted grin quickly turned into a twisted smile, but his eyes didn’t stray.
William chuckled to himself at the thought of what he was going to do; he knew very well what he was going to do if he won…part of him would hope that Terminus would give him the same respect.
He cleared his throat while showing a sincere smile to the camera. His hand started to toy around with his duffel bag as it pulled the bag closer to himself, and his eyes looked towards the zipper on the bag as he was opening it to grab something, though he wouldn’t show it to the camera…yet.
William leans forward in his seat, and makes a cracking sound.
He leaned back on the bench with a smile still on his face.
William shrugs his shoulders while getting back to his feet and lifting what was in his bag revealed to be a cold beer can.
William brought his other hand to the top of the beer can and popped it open before lifting it up for a moment to give the salute to his opponent. After the salute, he chugs the can before tossing it into a nearby garbage can and lifting his duffel bag back to his shoulder. He went back towards the entrance of the hotel before entering, and the scene fades.
Step by step, the bag is held securely to his side while he thinks about how long it has been since he has come into a hotel room, and just counted the seconds of his dwindling time until he would have to get into the ring…in front of thousands…just to give them a show. Just to get his own success. A legacy of failure; those were the words that he had used to describe his career throughout professional wrestling. Since he had been unable to capture the XHF World Championship, since he was unable to bring himself to capture any of the World Championships that had ever mattered to him, something that he would aim to change with his upcoming debut in New Championship Wrestling.
First impressions? The thought of first impressions made William scoff. If first impressions mattered then William wouldn’t be walking into another hotel room, with any hope in his heart. In his soul. There’s always a second chance, and this was something that William knew about all too familiar with.
Seconds passed as he walked closer to the door and he put his hand to the handle before stopping in his tracks. A slight smirk hidden on his face as his head dropped, and he shook his head at himself…still curious, still asking himself why he gave up what he had back at his home to get back into the ring to risk it all. He let his fingers slowly slide from the handle, and wandered slowly towards a bench that was outside of the hotel room before setting his bag down. He sat next to his bag and put his arm on the armrest while tilting his head back staring towards the stars; much like an astrologist, he wondered what each star held. Dreams. Goals. Ambitions. What did they hold?
A minute passed before William finally brought his head back to the attention of the camera, and with a slight grin on his face as he dreamt of the moment that he would step into New Championship Wrestling, and answer one question that has been asked for a long time: Does he still have it? A question asked by himself, asked by the critics, asked by the fans, asked by a great number of people. We were finally going to have an answer.
“People of nCw have heard about my past…many of them even knew me as I was rising through the ranks, and becoming one of the biggest failures in professional wrestling history. A contradiction, but also one of the biggest successes. A legacy of failure. A successful failure. There’s so many different ways that I can say it, but the point that will ultimately be made is that I never got the job done. I never became the World Champion.”
He pauses for a moment while lifting his hand to his jaw, slowly rubbing it while his mind thought about his entire past. He was contemplating the future, at the same time, wondering where he would be in a day…in a week…a month…even a year. The day was such a simple answer: In a day, he would be stepping into the ring in his first nCw match against Terminus. It was everything after that that was more of a blur. Because the truth of the matter is he didn’t know where he would be in a month; if he would be that success that he has promised the people of nCw he would be, or if he would fall back into line and continue his legacy of being a failure.
“There’s a famous saying about history repeating itself…and my history seems to be just like that. I get my little sparks where I finally see some glory; that’s why I was a former multi-time Tag-team Champion. That’s why I was a former United States Champion. Those sparks never ignited to the flame that I needed to be a World Champion, or to continue my success; they would quickly be put out…on every occasion. Needless to say, my history has not been so great.
This is a famous saying that I can’t believe in. It’s a line that I can’t let control my career, or my life…history will be changing throughout the next couple weeks, when I step into that ring with Terminus. When I get my match announced for the following week, and the week after that, my only goal can be…has to be! To win. It’s the only way that I can fall out of the cursed cycle that has befallen on my career.”
This is a famous saying that I can’t believe in. It’s a line that I can’t let control my career, or my life…history will be changing throughout the next couple weeks, when I step into that ring with Terminus. When I get my match announced for the following week, and the week after that, my only goal can be…has to be! To win. It’s the only way that I can fall out of the cursed cycle that has befallen on my career.”
A twisted smirk starts to come over his face. Yes, he was loved by everyone; but everyone who knew him really knew that sick side about him…that side that made him the Hardcore Icon. Drawing in a deep breath, his chest lifting as he held the breath in him before slowly letting it go while his head turned away from the camera in the direction of his duffel bag, but he looked past it for a few seconds. His voice was low as he finally spoke after a couple seconds, the smirk still seen on the side of his face.
“Terminus, I’m sure you’re a great talent in that ring. I’m sure that the both of us working together…”
He turned his head back towards the camera, as his voice trailed off for a moment, and the word ‘together’ was merely muttered by the Hardcore Icon. His eyes focusing on the camera, and into the camera staring right into his opponent, and into anyone who he may have to cross paths with.
“We will completely blow the roof off of the Pan American Center!”
The twisted grin quickly turned into a twisted smile, but his eyes didn’t stray.
“Intimidation, Terminus. A series of threats? These aren’t things you’re going to do? Hell, I’ll be the one to do it then! Because you said it yourself, Terminus; you said that you want to have a positive impression…as your first impression in the New Championship Wrestling. What do you think I want? I know I’m not going to be able to scare you out of that ring, I know that no matter what I promise to do to you in that ring…you’re not going to back down. You’re not going to tell nCw that you can’t compete simply because you fear what I’m going to do to you in that ring. We’re also talking about me, here, and let’s face the truth…who am I to be telling people what I’m going to do? I told people I would be walking out as the World Champion, and I couldn’t even do that no matter how many shots I got!
It doesn’t stop me. It doesn’t stop me from getting into that ring, and promising what I’m going to do to you…what I’m going to do to everyone who is forced to cross paths with me. We’ll handle everything like a man! In that ring! We will take it all into the ring, and we will leave it all in that ring. Do you know what I’m going to do when I win? And if I end up laying you out in the middle of that ring, forcing you to lay in your own blood. Do you know what I’ll do?”
It doesn’t stop me. It doesn’t stop me from getting into that ring, and promising what I’m going to do to you…what I’m going to do to everyone who is forced to cross paths with me. We’ll handle everything like a man! In that ring! We will take it all into the ring, and we will leave it all in that ring. Do you know what I’m going to do when I win? And if I end up laying you out in the middle of that ring, forcing you to lay in your own blood. Do you know what I’ll do?”
William chuckled to himself at the thought of what he was going to do; he knew very well what he was going to do if he won…part of him would hope that Terminus would give him the same respect.
“I’m going to help you to your feet, and I’m going to buy you a drink.”
He cleared his throat while showing a sincere smile to the camera. His hand started to toy around with his duffel bag as it pulled the bag closer to himself, and his eyes looked towards the zipper on the bag as he was opening it to grab something, though he wouldn’t show it to the camera…yet.
“Since the year 2000, I have been in and out of that ring… Believe me when I tell you this, I do know what it takes to win the matches. It doesn’t mean that I was really the best at doing it, but I do know what it takes. If I have to occasionally use the ropes…if I have to occasionally hit the low blow…if I have to pull the tights to get a little extra leverage…even if the referee is distracted long enough for me to--”
William leans forward in his seat, and makes a cracking sound.
“--crack you over the head with my Singapore cane!”
He leaned back on the bench with a smile still on his face.
“I will. I will do what it takes to make sure I walk out with that win… We all know what really matters when it comes down to the rules. What a man can do, and what a man can’t do. I have a great number of tricks up my sleeves that I am prepared to use.
The question that I have for you is simple: Are you willing to do whatever it takes to win? Are you willing to take a low blow? Are you willing to pull the tights? You may not need to, but the point is that if you need to, will you? You know what I’m willing to do. Anything. Are you on that same level as me?
Main thing I also want to say about all that is; don’t take it personally.
Your quest to be a true friend to Brad and Megan Kane, it pales in my quest for glory. I go out to that ring to prove that I have what it takes to be able to call myself a professional; not a joke. I fight for my honor, and at the same time, I wish that the matches could carry on until no one in that arena can stay in their seats.
I wish you luck. And I gave you my fair warning…keep your eyes sharp. Some may say it’s not my greatest decision to give up my game plan, but…”
The question that I have for you is simple: Are you willing to do whatever it takes to win? Are you willing to take a low blow? Are you willing to pull the tights? You may not need to, but the point is that if you need to, will you? You know what I’m willing to do. Anything. Are you on that same level as me?
Main thing I also want to say about all that is; don’t take it personally.
Your quest to be a true friend to Brad and Megan Kane, it pales in my quest for glory. I go out to that ring to prove that I have what it takes to be able to call myself a professional; not a joke. I fight for my honor, and at the same time, I wish that the matches could carry on until no one in that arena can stay in their seats.
I wish you luck. And I gave you my fair warning…keep your eyes sharp. Some may say it’s not my greatest decision to give up my game plan, but…”
William shrugs his shoulders while getting back to his feet and lifting what was in his bag revealed to be a cold beer can.
“I like the challenge. I salute you.”
William brought his other hand to the top of the beer can and popped it open before lifting it up for a moment to give the salute to his opponent. After the salute, he chugs the can before tossing it into a nearby garbage can and lifting his duffel bag back to his shoulder. He went back towards the entrance of the hotel before entering, and the scene fades.