Last Second Chance
Mar 9, 2015 2:11:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 2:11:17 GMT -5
Spencer Vain sat at a small table just large enough for two chairs staring at an unidentifiable object. He was dressed in jeans and a black sleeveless t-shirt with a picture of a big man with long dark hair choke slamming another man through a stack of tables. The words under the picture read “Big Nasty” Johnny Vain.
Spencer: Wrestling….
Spencer spoke, never looking up from object until he picked it up revealing a knife. Vain took the knife and sliced open the palm of his hand before making a fist allowing the blood to drip onto the table.
Spencer: I guess you could say it’s in my blood. The same blood my father shed for nearly 20 years inside a wrestling ring. A few years ago when I decided to follow in his footsteps all I heard was people telling me I’d never be as good as he was. That I was just a fuck up who was gonna tarnish the legacy that my father made. And for the first two years of my career those people were right.
Spencer looks into the camera, intensity in his eyes.
Spencer: NO MORE!
He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. His tone to became much calmer.
Spencer: I’ve made my mistakes; I’ve fucked up more times than someone twice my age. Whether it was having a true legend like Jake Keeton train me only for me to stab him in the back as soon as I could or getting arrested while holding the PWX Tag Team Championship, which I won in my first match ever by the way. I think the one screw up that really changed me though was wasting a chance to become Second City Wrestling Champion last year because I almost overdosed and died a week before the match. I blamed a ruptured appendix on it but that was a lie. I was ashamed to admit what actually happened until right now.
Spencer stands up and looks around the empty apartment before walking over to the window and watching the traffic pass as he continues to speak, his back to the camera.
Spencer: Lions Den Fighting Championship is my last second chance. It’s my chance to prove that I can handle success, and I plan to take every opportunity given to me and use it to shine. I could have signed with a bigger company just because of my name and the moderate success I have had. That success includes NEVER losing a singles match. Sure I know it’ll happen but it ain’t happening March 11th you can bet your ass on that.
He turns facing the camera, a slight smirk now present.
Spencer: Harbinger you’re a big unlucky son of a bitch. It’s not often I find myself staring across the ring at someone bigger than me but don’t think I can’t chop you down. The same kick I broke a trainers leg with last week in class at about 80% is coming at those big trunk like legs of yours full force. If I can’t kick you into a limping pile of shit I’ll just choke you till you pass out. Either way you’re gonna lose cause this is my time. So go ahead and strap that security blanket you call a mask on your face and trot your ass to the ring on Wednesday but it ain’t gonna help you cause I’m gonna make an example out of you that the entire LDFC roster needs to take note of.
He winks mischievously at the camera.
Spencer: Spencer Vain is for real.
Spencer: Wrestling….
Spencer spoke, never looking up from object until he picked it up revealing a knife. Vain took the knife and sliced open the palm of his hand before making a fist allowing the blood to drip onto the table.
Spencer: I guess you could say it’s in my blood. The same blood my father shed for nearly 20 years inside a wrestling ring. A few years ago when I decided to follow in his footsteps all I heard was people telling me I’d never be as good as he was. That I was just a fuck up who was gonna tarnish the legacy that my father made. And for the first two years of my career those people were right.
Spencer looks into the camera, intensity in his eyes.
Spencer: NO MORE!
He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. His tone to became much calmer.
Spencer: I’ve made my mistakes; I’ve fucked up more times than someone twice my age. Whether it was having a true legend like Jake Keeton train me only for me to stab him in the back as soon as I could or getting arrested while holding the PWX Tag Team Championship, which I won in my first match ever by the way. I think the one screw up that really changed me though was wasting a chance to become Second City Wrestling Champion last year because I almost overdosed and died a week before the match. I blamed a ruptured appendix on it but that was a lie. I was ashamed to admit what actually happened until right now.
Spencer stands up and looks around the empty apartment before walking over to the window and watching the traffic pass as he continues to speak, his back to the camera.
Spencer: Lions Den Fighting Championship is my last second chance. It’s my chance to prove that I can handle success, and I plan to take every opportunity given to me and use it to shine. I could have signed with a bigger company just because of my name and the moderate success I have had. That success includes NEVER losing a singles match. Sure I know it’ll happen but it ain’t happening March 11th you can bet your ass on that.
He turns facing the camera, a slight smirk now present.
Spencer: Harbinger you’re a big unlucky son of a bitch. It’s not often I find myself staring across the ring at someone bigger than me but don’t think I can’t chop you down. The same kick I broke a trainers leg with last week in class at about 80% is coming at those big trunk like legs of yours full force. If I can’t kick you into a limping pile of shit I’ll just choke you till you pass out. Either way you’re gonna lose cause this is my time. So go ahead and strap that security blanket you call a mask on your face and trot your ass to the ring on Wednesday but it ain’t gonna help you cause I’m gonna make an example out of you that the entire LDFC roster needs to take note of.
He winks mischievously at the camera.
Spencer: Spencer Vain is for real.