Tell Me What It Takes to be Number One
Jun 28, 2016 16:22:10 GMT -5
Post by Lou on Jun 28, 2016 16:22:10 GMT -5
“You would think you would people would know greatness when it’s standing in front of you, when it’s literally punching you right in the face…”
The scene opens to find up-and-comer Miles Bishop accompanied by his mentor Malcolm Pope who stands in front of the camera, his eyes hidden behind dark shades, with a menacing smirk.
“Tell ‘em, Malcolm!” Miles interjects.
“But you’ve underestimated my brother. You have doubted his abilities,” Malcolm continues. He sucks his teeth in disgust. “Shame on ya’ll!”
“Mmmhmm!”
“Shame on ya’ll for distrusting my words! Shame on ya’ll for the inability to see perfection when it stands right in front of you! But ya’ll gonna recognize. Ya’ll gonna learn. Because the match Miles Bishop had two weeks ago with Jensen Banks? That was just a preview. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. My brother has only just begun. Shit’s about to get real here, and Miles Bishop is the face of the future, believe that!”
“Yea, believe that,” Miles adds. “Believe that because you’ve never met an athletic specimen like myself. You’ve never met someone who works harder and has more to gain and more to lose in this world. But above all that cliche shit, believe these words because of my work inside the ring.
We might love to run our mouths here for all ya’ll, but in the ring...that’s where I really do my talking. That’s where I really take a dude to church and show him a thing or two about what it means to stand in Miles Bishop’s way. And at Pride, Rab McKinley, you’re the next fool standing in Miles Bishop’s way.”
Miles shakes his teeth while Malcolm just stands behind him with a mean look and his arms crossed.
“I admire you,” Miles continues. “Really, Rab, I do. You’re a youngen just like me trying to find your footing, learn the ropes and make an impact. So far, you have.”
Miles shrugs his shoulders. He cannot ignore Rab’s successful two-win streak to start his LDFC career.
“So far, you have impressed, and I know it’s not going to be easy for me to step in there and put you down,” he smirks. “But I WILL put you down. Make no mistake about that, mate. Because while I can appreciate your background and the lofty aspirations you might have yourself, my dreams are bigger. My dreams are more important than that of some illustrate blubbering Scot who done made the mistake of showing up to wrestle A GOD.
Maybe you didn’t understand what my brother Malcolm was trying to warn you about. But laddie, I AIN’T NOBODY TO FUCK WITH! I been through some shit. I seen some shit. I ain’t going back to that life. I ain’t going back to that struggle. They say a man who has nothing to lose is most dangerous, but I call bullshit. When a man has his back against the wall, everything on the line and everyone aiming to bury him...THAT is when a man is most dangerous. Every loss is a threat to my life...to my mama’s life, and let me tell you, bud, my mother ain’t ever going back to the hood. I worked too long and too hard to get her up out of there. And I will do everything I can do--and everything I can’t do--to ensure she never needs to ever even lay her eyes on that place again. I have a legacy to construct because I have a history to overcome. My name...my name will be a good name when I am finished. You will understand how serious this is when we step into that ring. You will learn what it means to be another obstacle in my path.
I watched my father murdered in cold blood. Right there in front of me. They said I would never make it out alive. I was doomed from the start. High school? Graduated. College? Crushed it. I got a chance to go pro in football, and that opened amazing doors for me like the one that led me here to professional wrestling with LDFC. I proved everyone wrong. Now, there are people who don’t think I’ll make it here. I’m too arrogant. I don’t have the pedigree. And all I can say to those people is ‘thank you.’ Thank you because all you haters have fueled the fire within me to do it again. To do what I always do: succeed.”
“You see, Rab, it’s simple,” Malcolm steps up again with a smug grin still on his face. “My brother Miles is the toughest man you’ll ever have to face. And while you might be one talented individual, Mr. McKinley…”
Cut to black.
The scene opens to find up-and-comer Miles Bishop accompanied by his mentor Malcolm Pope who stands in front of the camera, his eyes hidden behind dark shades, with a menacing smirk.
“Tell ‘em, Malcolm!” Miles interjects.
“But you’ve underestimated my brother. You have doubted his abilities,” Malcolm continues. He sucks his teeth in disgust. “Shame on ya’ll!”
“Mmmhmm!”
“Shame on ya’ll for distrusting my words! Shame on ya’ll for the inability to see perfection when it stands right in front of you! But ya’ll gonna recognize. Ya’ll gonna learn. Because the match Miles Bishop had two weeks ago with Jensen Banks? That was just a preview. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. My brother has only just begun. Shit’s about to get real here, and Miles Bishop is the face of the future, believe that!”
“Yea, believe that,” Miles adds. “Believe that because you’ve never met an athletic specimen like myself. You’ve never met someone who works harder and has more to gain and more to lose in this world. But above all that cliche shit, believe these words because of my work inside the ring.
We might love to run our mouths here for all ya’ll, but in the ring...that’s where I really do my talking. That’s where I really take a dude to church and show him a thing or two about what it means to stand in Miles Bishop’s way. And at Pride, Rab McKinley, you’re the next fool standing in Miles Bishop’s way.”
Miles shakes his teeth while Malcolm just stands behind him with a mean look and his arms crossed.
“I admire you,” Miles continues. “Really, Rab, I do. You’re a youngen just like me trying to find your footing, learn the ropes and make an impact. So far, you have.”
Miles shrugs his shoulders. He cannot ignore Rab’s successful two-win streak to start his LDFC career.
“So far, you have impressed, and I know it’s not going to be easy for me to step in there and put you down,” he smirks. “But I WILL put you down. Make no mistake about that, mate. Because while I can appreciate your background and the lofty aspirations you might have yourself, my dreams are bigger. My dreams are more important than that of some illustrate blubbering Scot who done made the mistake of showing up to wrestle A GOD.
Maybe you didn’t understand what my brother Malcolm was trying to warn you about. But laddie, I AIN’T NOBODY TO FUCK WITH! I been through some shit. I seen some shit. I ain’t going back to that life. I ain’t going back to that struggle. They say a man who has nothing to lose is most dangerous, but I call bullshit. When a man has his back against the wall, everything on the line and everyone aiming to bury him...THAT is when a man is most dangerous. Every loss is a threat to my life...to my mama’s life, and let me tell you, bud, my mother ain’t ever going back to the hood. I worked too long and too hard to get her up out of there. And I will do everything I can do--and everything I can’t do--to ensure she never needs to ever even lay her eyes on that place again. I have a legacy to construct because I have a history to overcome. My name...my name will be a good name when I am finished. You will understand how serious this is when we step into that ring. You will learn what it means to be another obstacle in my path.
I watched my father murdered in cold blood. Right there in front of me. They said I would never make it out alive. I was doomed from the start. High school? Graduated. College? Crushed it. I got a chance to go pro in football, and that opened amazing doors for me like the one that led me here to professional wrestling with LDFC. I proved everyone wrong. Now, there are people who don’t think I’ll make it here. I’m too arrogant. I don’t have the pedigree. And all I can say to those people is ‘thank you.’ Thank you because all you haters have fueled the fire within me to do it again. To do what I always do: succeed.”
“You see, Rab, it’s simple,” Malcolm steps up again with a smug grin still on his face. “My brother Miles is the toughest man you’ll ever have to face. And while you might be one talented individual, Mr. McKinley…”
YOU CAN’T BEAT PERFECTION!
Cut to black.