Leon Corella, UWL Patriot Champion...
Dec 22, 2012 0:30:57 GMT -5
Post by thelion on Dec 22, 2012 0:30:57 GMT -5
[Golden orange fire light bathes a modest den in it's brilliant glow, burning logs crackling under the constant assault of intense heat. Near the marble and brick fireplace is a leather arm chair and residing within that chair with a crystal glass of bourbon in his hand, is Leon Corella. He's attired in a black dress shirt, loose fitting slacks, and loafers, his shoulder length blond hair framing his face as he stares down into the dark colored liquor, a bitterness in his expression that could only be the result of his most recent actions.]
Corella: Here I sit in my home, reflecting on the past two months. It's almost bad comedy really.
[He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a hit from the bourbon.]
Before coming into UWL's championship weekend, I was in line for the TSWF Championship, The New England Patriot Champion, a Contender for the UWL International Championship, and practically the Lord of my domain.
...One by one, my house of cards fell. Being cheated out of the TSWF Championship and shortly after, having the company I ruled fall out from beneath me. Following that I'm stripped of my hard earned and defended Patriot Championship, and then at the very end of it all...
[He doesn't even look toward the camera, his eyes averting towards the portrait of a broad faced man who shared many similarities to him, an ornated and highly detailed gold belt sporting a center plate with a Lion's Head as it's prominent feature sitting on the fireplace mantel. He casts those pale blue eyes back down to his drink.]
...I lose it all and I damned near had to call my career over if not for a technicality. I sit here and ask myself, "How could it all go so bad so fast?"
[Leon leans back in his chair, taking another hefty swallow of dark brown liquor.]
Now, I have to rebuild and start over from nothing all over again, but there is some good news.
That belt I threw down at Kevin Hill's feet at the UWL Championship Weekend was not the real Patriot Title. That was the replica I take with me when I'm not actively defending a title belt. You see, you never know when some jackass will try to steal your property out from under you so...
[He takes another swig from his drink and props his left ankle on his right knee.]
...I still have the belt and I have every intention of defending it against any and all competitors who wish for a shot at it.
[Reaching behind the chair, Leon pulls out from behind it, the UWL Patriot Championship, draping it across his lap.]
They can call it inactive, but this is a promotion that technically works within the realm of the New England territories, thus making it valid by technicality.
[Leon sighs softly, swirling his drink with circular motions of the glass before taking a final hit and setting it down on the small end table beside him.]
I know the belt has been deactivated, but honestly, I don't care. With everything that's happened lately, I'll take what I can get at this point and if it's being the champion of an inactive and unrecognized championship, so be it.
[Gripping the leather strap, Leon lifts the belt out and holds it up on display for the camera.]
I'm still the New England Patriot Champion, whether Mr. Hill likes it or not. He can strip me of my title officially, but the only way this belt is going to leave my possession, is if someone laces up a pair of boots and beats me in the middle of a wrestling ring.
[He lowers the belt down, a look of intensity burning in his eyes as he narrows his gaze.]
...and I promise the challenger the fight of their life because right now, this is the highest accolade I have, active or not. The day that I am relieved of this belt, the winner's hands will be quivering as he lifts it. The strength in their body will be nearly gone and the pain that person feels downright crippling.
[Uncrossing his legs, Leon leans forward, holding the belt with both hands now, the camera moving in front of him for a better view of the title and himself holding it.]
Don't let what happened with Ryan Kidd fool you. I won't make the mistakes I made there ever again, for you see I did Sell him, but not in the way you might be thinking. I sold him short and paid for it dearly.
[Slipping the belt on his shoulder, Leon points towards the floor in a declarative fashion.]
Yesterday, I lost. Today, I woke up, dusted myself off, and came back a little wiser, stronger, and, I hope, as a new member of the Frontier Grappling Arts wrestling promotion.
[He smiles at the camera.]
...and it will be as the UWL Patriot Champion, the officials be damned.
[The camera zooms in on the Patriot Title on his shoulder, getting a good look at the name plate as it read "Leon Corella" in bold, clear print.]
[Fade out...]
Corella: Here I sit in my home, reflecting on the past two months. It's almost bad comedy really.
[He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a hit from the bourbon.]
Before coming into UWL's championship weekend, I was in line for the TSWF Championship, The New England Patriot Champion, a Contender for the UWL International Championship, and practically the Lord of my domain.
...One by one, my house of cards fell. Being cheated out of the TSWF Championship and shortly after, having the company I ruled fall out from beneath me. Following that I'm stripped of my hard earned and defended Patriot Championship, and then at the very end of it all...
[He doesn't even look toward the camera, his eyes averting towards the portrait of a broad faced man who shared many similarities to him, an ornated and highly detailed gold belt sporting a center plate with a Lion's Head as it's prominent feature sitting on the fireplace mantel. He casts those pale blue eyes back down to his drink.]
...I lose it all and I damned near had to call my career over if not for a technicality. I sit here and ask myself, "How could it all go so bad so fast?"
[Leon leans back in his chair, taking another hefty swallow of dark brown liquor.]
Now, I have to rebuild and start over from nothing all over again, but there is some good news.
That belt I threw down at Kevin Hill's feet at the UWL Championship Weekend was not the real Patriot Title. That was the replica I take with me when I'm not actively defending a title belt. You see, you never know when some jackass will try to steal your property out from under you so...
[He takes another swig from his drink and props his left ankle on his right knee.]
...I still have the belt and I have every intention of defending it against any and all competitors who wish for a shot at it.
[Reaching behind the chair, Leon pulls out from behind it, the UWL Patriot Championship, draping it across his lap.]
They can call it inactive, but this is a promotion that technically works within the realm of the New England territories, thus making it valid by technicality.
[Leon sighs softly, swirling his drink with circular motions of the glass before taking a final hit and setting it down on the small end table beside him.]
I know the belt has been deactivated, but honestly, I don't care. With everything that's happened lately, I'll take what I can get at this point and if it's being the champion of an inactive and unrecognized championship, so be it.
[Gripping the leather strap, Leon lifts the belt out and holds it up on display for the camera.]
I'm still the New England Patriot Champion, whether Mr. Hill likes it or not. He can strip me of my title officially, but the only way this belt is going to leave my possession, is if someone laces up a pair of boots and beats me in the middle of a wrestling ring.
[He lowers the belt down, a look of intensity burning in his eyes as he narrows his gaze.]
...and I promise the challenger the fight of their life because right now, this is the highest accolade I have, active or not. The day that I am relieved of this belt, the winner's hands will be quivering as he lifts it. The strength in their body will be nearly gone and the pain that person feels downright crippling.
[Uncrossing his legs, Leon leans forward, holding the belt with both hands now, the camera moving in front of him for a better view of the title and himself holding it.]
Don't let what happened with Ryan Kidd fool you. I won't make the mistakes I made there ever again, for you see I did Sell him, but not in the way you might be thinking. I sold him short and paid for it dearly.
[Slipping the belt on his shoulder, Leon points towards the floor in a declarative fashion.]
Yesterday, I lost. Today, I woke up, dusted myself off, and came back a little wiser, stronger, and, I hope, as a new member of the Frontier Grappling Arts wrestling promotion.
[He smiles at the camera.]
...and it will be as the UWL Patriot Champion, the officials be damned.
[The camera zooms in on the Patriot Title on his shoulder, getting a good look at the name plate as it read "Leon Corella" in bold, clear print.]
[Fade out...]