Post by TheLaw on Jan 20, 2017 9:18:01 GMT -5
The scene opens inside a filthy bar. Dom Lawson is the only customer, sitting at his table with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He brings it to his nose, and then raises it against the light, admiring the color.
"I see what you did there Benjamin. But if you want to drink some serious stuff, give me a call next time!"
In one sip, he downs the liquor, slamming the empty glass on the table, right next other three.
"What's your definition of passion? Waking up in a car, not sure where the fuck you are with a constant ringing in your ear? Entering the most fucked up matches a human mind can think of against folks that are barely able to perform a suplex without botching it? If that's what you call passion, then yes, I'm guilty. But that's not what brought me here. My passion is buried under years of humiliations, of dealing with scumbags who have no respect for the wrestlers, or for the business in general.
No, my only drive is taking back what I've been denied.
My pride, all the years I've dedicated to this industry, all the bruises I ignored to fight another match, all the guys I 'made look strong' even if they didn't deserve it, all the friends I made and lost through all these years. All of this won't mean shit, unless I make this work.
AWE is my last chance to give a meaning to my career. I have my back against the wall, with nowhere to go but forward. Through you, through Gale and Shelton. Through all the bullshit that keeps blocking my way to the recognition I deserve. To the Resilience Championship.
Am I ready for it? Hell no!
But noone is ready to be a champion. Ever. I held titles before, so trust me when I say that no matter how much you think you are ready, when the bell rings and the referee raise your hand and gives you that belt, the only thing you can think of then is one simple question.
What now?
Winning a title is the easiest part. It might sound ironic, but it's true. Being a champion is a whole different thing. Ask Fantana if you don't believe me.
Proving yourself day in and day out, setting the bar constantly... That's the hardest part Benny.
And no one is ready for that. Especially after a reign like Zack's.
You can only live day by day, fighting tooth and nail for survival. That's what I've been doing for the past decade, can you tell the same?"
A smile comes accross his face.
"I like you kid. You know when to keep your head down, you know how to fight and your heart is in the right place. I don't know though if this will be enough for you to walk out as a winner next Sunday. Don't underestimate a man's desperation, especially if that's all he got left. You never know what a desperate man can do. Just look at how Benson & Radford fucked me two weeks ago.
That's all I have to say to you Stevens. For now.
I'll save the rest for after Massacre #6. Drinks on me."
With that said, The Law walks out of the bar.
"I see what you did there Benjamin. But if you want to drink some serious stuff, give me a call next time!"
In one sip, he downs the liquor, slamming the empty glass on the table, right next other three.
"What's your definition of passion? Waking up in a car, not sure where the fuck you are with a constant ringing in your ear? Entering the most fucked up matches a human mind can think of against folks that are barely able to perform a suplex without botching it? If that's what you call passion, then yes, I'm guilty. But that's not what brought me here. My passion is buried under years of humiliations, of dealing with scumbags who have no respect for the wrestlers, or for the business in general.
No, my only drive is taking back what I've been denied.
My pride, all the years I've dedicated to this industry, all the bruises I ignored to fight another match, all the guys I 'made look strong' even if they didn't deserve it, all the friends I made and lost through all these years. All of this won't mean shit, unless I make this work.
AWE is my last chance to give a meaning to my career. I have my back against the wall, with nowhere to go but forward. Through you, through Gale and Shelton. Through all the bullshit that keeps blocking my way to the recognition I deserve. To the Resilience Championship.
Am I ready for it? Hell no!
But noone is ready to be a champion. Ever. I held titles before, so trust me when I say that no matter how much you think you are ready, when the bell rings and the referee raise your hand and gives you that belt, the only thing you can think of then is one simple question.
What now?
Winning a title is the easiest part. It might sound ironic, but it's true. Being a champion is a whole different thing. Ask Fantana if you don't believe me.
Proving yourself day in and day out, setting the bar constantly... That's the hardest part Benny.
And no one is ready for that. Especially after a reign like Zack's.
You can only live day by day, fighting tooth and nail for survival. That's what I've been doing for the past decade, can you tell the same?"
A smile comes accross his face.
"I like you kid. You know when to keep your head down, you know how to fight and your heart is in the right place. I don't know though if this will be enough for you to walk out as a winner next Sunday. Don't underestimate a man's desperation, especially if that's all he got left. You never know what a desperate man can do. Just look at how Benson & Radford fucked me two weeks ago.
That's all I have to say to you Stevens. For now.
I'll save the rest for after Massacre #6. Drinks on me."
With that said, The Law walks out of the bar.