You Will Pay For Your Lack Of Vision
FADE IN…
[Adrian Willard sitting on a blue metal folding chair in front of a Black Dawn backdrop. No sunglasses and his hair tied in a ponytail. He wears a Black Label Society t-shirt and a pair of blue stone washed jeans.]
“Before I came into the business, before I was asked by Dan Ryan and the talent scouts to sign over with Empire Pro, before the tournaments and facing off with Hornet, before I had the first injury to my rotator cuff that left me sidelined, I was a prestigious collegiate wrestler.
There are personal growths that come with pushing yourself nonstop on that mat, going the distance and it translates directly over to this sport as well. The only difference is sometimes this business can become the Wild West.”
[Adrian lowers his head slightly, his hands locking together.]
“The reason I bring this up is because those goals and growths allowed me to win my first title belt in Empire Pro, beating Cameron Cruise twice and reaching that next plateau in my career. I told the fans that as long as I had the belt I would defend it honorably.
And I did.
I faced Rich Mahogany twice in one night.
Beating him the first time around cleanly I successfully DEFENDED my title.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, two title defenses is nothing to gloat about but for the point of argument Teddy Alexander needed a history lesson why not just throw it in since he has no idea what dribble he talks anyways.”
[He raises one hand and waves it off as though saying it doesn’t matter]
“That night however things went sour when Rich was yelling from the floor up to me demanding another shot.
And as a man of my word, as I had promised to the fans, I gave him that shot. Unfortunately as fate would play it he defeated me. Not by skill, not by outwrestling me, not by knocking my block off and pinning me.
But by cheating, by using an illegal pin that allowed him an advantage.
It’s no excuse and it’s my own fault for being put in that position.
The bottom line is, I learned a lesson, grew from it and can come out and say yes I deserve my belt back and I will fight to the brink of exhaustion to have my belt back.”
[Adrian looks back up at the camera breathing calmly]
“Contrary to what Teddy Alexander thinks, I don’t expect Anarky to fear me, he has no reason to…he has yet to wrestle me. Just like I don’t fear you, Teddy. You don’t give me a reason to fear you, just like I don’t fear anyone in this business other than my attorney and the corporate board.
I am not here to strike fear, where ever you got that idea, that perception who the heck knows, I am sure you are just sitting there making up as much jargon as you can. Trying to find something, anything, to make you out to be something you simply aren’t, Teddy.”
[Adrian shrugs slightly his face turning into a well why not go down that road sort of face]
“Then again, we can always just go down the line. You say that I stated ‘I deserve to be respected’. I really don’t recall saying to respect me.
[He taps his finger on his chin]
“Oh wait! I did say it’s something you gain over time, I never said I earned it yet, I just know what it takes to get there. But again, just like every other wrestler in this business you don’t listen.
Because you are too damn stupid, too damn up your own ass to understand that this business doesn’t revolve around you.
Let’s just be straight forward, I did tell Anarky the real challenge for him are Larry and I. Two former champions in this match are coming for him, hungry for that belt back. That you others haven’t made an impact yet. Now if I really have to talk down to you like a third grader I will Teddy, I will break that statement down for you and feed you it.
It means I haven’t seen enough from you guys where you’ve created enough impact that I know for certain that you’re legit challenges. Which I followed up by staying you can’t count anyone out.”
[He tosses both hands up in the air]
“Again! You hear what you want and don’t have a clue what you are talking about.
But let’s crucify me for it! Oh no! Adrian the hypocrite, nail him to the cross!
Except maybe if you opened your God damn ears and listened you wouldn’t look like such a moronic tool.”
[Puts one hand up in a defensive notion, but slightly cynical about it]
“I’m just sayin’.”
[He leans back in the chair so only the back legs are grounded]
“Yet, you have a solution don’t you Teddy? You are going to spread my face on the canvass, you are going to cripple me and break my spine, you are my worst nightmare, you are going to kick my ass all over the arena and leave me in a wheelchair the rest of my life!
Teddy, the only extremist part about you is the bullsh-t you’re talkin’.
I can count on ONE HAND how many professional wrestlers, not indy, in this business that I know of who have been left in wheel chairs the rest of their lives. But you sir, you’re gonna do it! You are that bad ass and awesome that you are gonna break through the mold and put me in a wheelchair! I am sure you will make up a list of a bunch of people none of us have heard about to prove that statement wrong. I can feel it. But the point is you talk results you can’t produce.”
[Adrian shakes his head mouth a little open, thinking what a joke]
“You know how many men in Empire Pro have left their opponent wheel chair bound for life? As far as I can recall, and I may be wrong.
Zero.
And trust me you aren’t gonna be the first to do it, so get that idea out of your head.
Do you know how many men have splattered my face on the canvass, or beaten me to a pulp, Teddy?
Zero.
And again, you aren’t gonna be the first.
So please, before you come out trying to sound like the big bad wolf, at least have some air in those lungs to blow things down.”
[He lets the chair slam down on all fours and gets a more serious look on his face]
“If this is the new generation, the one forging their legacy, writing the history books, the future. Then Dan Ryan, sir, I regret to inform you that your stock is going to take a dive.
We might as well just sell the company now and get what we can before you imbeciles bankrupt it with piss poor wrestling and idiotic statements.
The fact is, I don’t need to sit here and tell you how extreme, yet ridiculous, of a beating I will give you. I don’t need to sound like a clown; I don’t need to say things that everyone and their damn mother knows won’t happen!
It sounds good, yeah I will give you that Teddy, it sounded great and I bet if you wrote it down on paper it will look damn good too. Try to implement it, see how far you get.
I can tell you already, you will get NOWHERE.”
[Adrian rubs his hands together a little like he is getting pumped up.]
“I don’t need to make things up in my mind, nor say that I watched my daddy wrestle so I know the business or say that I am going to give you the biggest UNREALISTIC beating of your life.
All I need to say is this - I was once the Television Champion, I WILL outwrestle you, I WILL put the pressure on you, I SHALL impose my will upon you. I have no fears; I have nothing but hunger for gold. I want my title back, my name plate to shine and I will stop at nothing to get it!
I am ‘The Prophecy’, the greater vision that was foreseen at the forging of this company and like every vision it starts small then grows with time until it is unstoppable.
That Teddy,
That has been envisioned.
FADE OUT