Post by T-Marv on Jun 14, 2015 16:19:04 GMT -4
Who says you can't go home
There's only one place they call me one of their own
Just a hometown boy, born a rolling stone, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go back, been all around the world and as a matter of fact
There's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home
Bon Jovi's smash hit plays loudly through the house interupting the silence as Former APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin puts down his morning paper and rolls his eyes. His now todler Daughter, hanging on his pantleg giggles and tries to roll her eyes as well but nearly falls down. Terry smiles and lifts her up bouncing her on his knee. He then turns to wife Maggie Marvin and her cute, sly grin and shakes his head.
"Really?" Terry says with a smile.
"I just thought with the impending Reunion show for APW, this would get you in the mood." She giggles and points. "Besides, look at your daughter boogy."
Terry laughs loudly as hid todler bounces and shakes on his knee to the music. she slides down from his knee and wobbles over to mommy, trying to dance the whole way but mostly just falling on her butt. Terry takes a deep breath to recover from the laughing and stands up, setting his paper on the coffee table.
"I don't know if I'd call APW home. It certainly wasn't the first place I wrestled."
"But it was the last, and the one where you found the most success, and the one where you spent the last few months continually checking your email hoping for an announcement of a show just like this one!"
Terry blushes a bit and sighs. "I guess you're right. APW did wonders to reestablish my career, helped turn me into one of the most recognizable faces in wrestling, and allowed me to finish my career exactly the way I wanted."
Thinking back to that brutal match at the final Rastlemania against Adrien Specter, Terry cringed quite a bit. But after the cringing, a smile pierced his face as he saw himself with his arms raised high.
"I know that look." Maggie said with a smile on her face. "That's the look of a man whose never really let go of his passion."
Terry shakes his head "Believe me, my love, my only passions right now are standing in this room." He smiles at his wife and daughter. "But yes, I do miss wrestling. I miss the sound of the crowd, the feel of the mat, the adreneline pumping through your body just before that bell rings, and the joy after proving that I was the best man on that night."
He smiles brightly at the memories before picking up his daughter and spinning her around to his delight.
"But this match, this reunion match... it's not about me reliving my glory days. It's about me saying one last goodbye... and perhaps taking a new direction in my future."
She looks at him inquisitively.
"APW's reopening, and I'm going to be a part of it."
He could see the panic on her face. "Wait, what? You didn't tell me..."
He held a hand up to calm her down. "I'm not stepping back in that ring full time. Don't worry."
She lets out a huge sigh of relief. "Well what then?"
"I have a lot of knowledge, a lot of experiance to contribute to the rising stars of today and tomorrow. I want to find a project, somebody who shows more potential than even I did at that age. I want to inform them of the long and torturous road they have coming to them, and I want to help them be something.... MORE. And I think I've found my first projecct."
She looks confused. "Who?"
He smiles. "You ever wonder why a former Undisputed Champion is opening the show against someone like Roy Speede who has yet to live up to the mounds of hype that surrounded him?"
Once again she looks confused, but after a second of thinking about it, the lightbulb goes off. She smiles at Terry who winks back as the scene fades out.
The scene slowly fades from black on a blank white wall where a projector is showing random pictures of High School memories such as football games, Prom, Graduation, etc. Directly after those images, we see ones of those same high schoolers returning to their reunions where every single stereotype is on display. The Jocks have turned into balding fat guys with dead end jobs and their cheerleader girlfriends now need a fork lift to get into school. The nobodies who were always lost in the background have turned into the true successes and laugh at their former "superiors." The nerd who was always picked on shows up with a plethora of playboy bunnies on his arm as he helicopters in to the reunion. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin steps into the shot.
"It's strange to look back on my time here in APW and wonder what happened to the entirety of the roster. For many of my days, I didn't give a single care of their existence... as I cared only about myself. But now... what happened to the "Prom Kings and queens", the "Muscle Heads", the "Nerds", and the "Stoners?" This week, for a one night spectacular, the entire world will find out."
Terry presses a button on a projector, and it pauses on a still of Terry with the Undisputed title raised over his head.
"If you're wondering about your resident Prom King... the Greatest Thing To Ever Happen to Wrestling didn't simply peak in High School and end up being a physically abusive drunk making child support payments to ex wife number 2. I went on to be happy, truly happy for the first time in my life. I have a loving wife… and a beautiful child. In them, I achieved the greatness I was always striving for. So why come back? Why jump back in the ring when I have nothing else to prove? Is it mere bordem? No, not quite. Is it out of missing this drug we call professional wrestling? I’d be a damn fool and a liar if I said that was completely out of the question. But it’s not the full story. See Part of me wants to show that Gods Gift to wrestling is still just that. However, a bigger part of me wants to see if I’m good enough to raise up those around me, if I’m good enough to take someone whose struggling to find his place and put him up on the pedestal and make him a star.”
He presses another button and two pictures of Roy Speede come up. The one on the left is of Roy after a win, his arms held high and a huge smile on his face. The one on the right is of Roy after a loss, his head hung as he walks back to the locker room dejected.
“Roy Speede… When I set my eyes on you when you first walked into APW, I thought for sure that you and I would be locking horns very soon. I figured that You’d be gunning for my title by the end of my very long reign. If I had to select one person to be the APW’s ‘most likely to succeed’, it would be the scrappy kid out of Richmond Virginia. However, that never exactly happened did it Speede? All that potential, and you all of a sudden went from APW’s most wanted to APW’s most forgotten. So many times Roy, you rose up right to the cusp of greatness, but when you’re opportunity came knocking on your door, you answered it in your underwear with last nights stale breath still on your lips. Opportunity took one look at your unprepared ass and moved on to the next house.
But why? What is it you lack that could push you over the top, that could make you the next Star in APW. What is it you don’t have that so many of us do. Roy, you lack that killer instinct that has gotten the rest of us so far. You put in the work, and you have the skills, but you don’t have that extra switch in the back of your mind that rises you up to the next level. Until you find that, you’ll just be another lost face in the crowd. You’ll continue to open shows where nobody knows your name. You’ll continue to be a bystander sitting in the stands while life goes on around him. You will continue to be NOTHING… unless you pull your head out of your ass and start to embrace your killer side.”
Terry pauses for a second, then clicks a button and the pictures go away. He throws down the remote and smiles as he looks into the camera.
“I hope you find that killer instinct this week Roy. I hope you look at this card and say ‘Here’s my chance to make the greatest of all time beg for mercy and plant my flag in the record books of greatness.’ I hope in the back of your mind, you have that confidence to come out and shock the world. That’s the kind of challenge I want this week Speede. I don’t want the Roy Speede who just all of a sudden disappears and leaves us with a shell of a man that I wipe the mat with for 10 minutes then go home completely unsatisfied like I just kissed my sister. I didn’t come back for that. I want to give these fans a treat. I want them to see the man who’s done it all get everything possible from the man who wants to.
Do you want to Roy? Do you want to do it all? Do you want to take that next step to greatness? Do you want this to just be some anniversary show where the world looks on and you try your best, MAYBE getting a handshake at the end of the day? Or do you want to jumpstart your new APW career when this place reopens and have a path setout for you ready to go, the confidence to do anything you want, and the respect of the people you’re going to have to earn it from? That is what this match represents to you Roy, a chance to build your future.”
Terry folds his arms as his smile fades away.
“It’s time for you to grow the fuck up Roy, and quit wading around in the kiddy pool wondering when your chance is going to be. It’s time for you to man up and TAKE everything you want. It’s time for you to be that superstar that I hoped you’d grow into. It’s time for you to be the man who will chance the face of the APW. APW has a lot of old familiar faces, a lot of faces that mean a lot of different things. Some of them are the faces of doom and destruction like Level One. Some are the faces of hope like Sally Talfourd or Biggs. Some are the faces determination like Jason Cashe or Anthony Bailey. Most are faces that fade away in the background. You have one of those faces right now Roy, but it can change.
And only you can change it!”
Terry smiles one last time.
“Tomorrow night, I will dance inside that ring one last time, and I’ve chosen you to be my partner. Don’t let me down Roy, don’t miss this opportunity or I promise \ you’ll regret it for the rest of what will be a pathetic life.
Get ready Roy, cause you and I are going to give these people a dream come true. We’re the ones who get to light the fires. They may be there for Sally vs. Biggs… but lets make them remember Roy vs. Terry!
ITS SHOWTIME!”
There's only one place they call me one of their own
Just a hometown boy, born a rolling stone, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go back, been all around the world and as a matter of fact
There's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home
Bon Jovi's smash hit plays loudly through the house interupting the silence as Former APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin puts down his morning paper and rolls his eyes. His now todler Daughter, hanging on his pantleg giggles and tries to roll her eyes as well but nearly falls down. Terry smiles and lifts her up bouncing her on his knee. He then turns to wife Maggie Marvin and her cute, sly grin and shakes his head.
"Really?" Terry says with a smile.
"I just thought with the impending Reunion show for APW, this would get you in the mood." She giggles and points. "Besides, look at your daughter boogy."
Terry laughs loudly as hid todler bounces and shakes on his knee to the music. she slides down from his knee and wobbles over to mommy, trying to dance the whole way but mostly just falling on her butt. Terry takes a deep breath to recover from the laughing and stands up, setting his paper on the coffee table.
"I don't know if I'd call APW home. It certainly wasn't the first place I wrestled."
"But it was the last, and the one where you found the most success, and the one where you spent the last few months continually checking your email hoping for an announcement of a show just like this one!"
Terry blushes a bit and sighs. "I guess you're right. APW did wonders to reestablish my career, helped turn me into one of the most recognizable faces in wrestling, and allowed me to finish my career exactly the way I wanted."
Thinking back to that brutal match at the final Rastlemania against Adrien Specter, Terry cringed quite a bit. But after the cringing, a smile pierced his face as he saw himself with his arms raised high.
"I know that look." Maggie said with a smile on her face. "That's the look of a man whose never really let go of his passion."
Terry shakes his head "Believe me, my love, my only passions right now are standing in this room." He smiles at his wife and daughter. "But yes, I do miss wrestling. I miss the sound of the crowd, the feel of the mat, the adreneline pumping through your body just before that bell rings, and the joy after proving that I was the best man on that night."
He smiles brightly at the memories before picking up his daughter and spinning her around to his delight.
"But this match, this reunion match... it's not about me reliving my glory days. It's about me saying one last goodbye... and perhaps taking a new direction in my future."
She looks at him inquisitively.
"APW's reopening, and I'm going to be a part of it."
He could see the panic on her face. "Wait, what? You didn't tell me..."
He held a hand up to calm her down. "I'm not stepping back in that ring full time. Don't worry."
She lets out a huge sigh of relief. "Well what then?"
"I have a lot of knowledge, a lot of experiance to contribute to the rising stars of today and tomorrow. I want to find a project, somebody who shows more potential than even I did at that age. I want to inform them of the long and torturous road they have coming to them, and I want to help them be something.... MORE. And I think I've found my first projecct."
She looks confused. "Who?"
He smiles. "You ever wonder why a former Undisputed Champion is opening the show against someone like Roy Speede who has yet to live up to the mounds of hype that surrounded him?"
Once again she looks confused, but after a second of thinking about it, the lightbulb goes off. She smiles at Terry who winks back as the scene fades out.
The scene slowly fades from black on a blank white wall where a projector is showing random pictures of High School memories such as football games, Prom, Graduation, etc. Directly after those images, we see ones of those same high schoolers returning to their reunions where every single stereotype is on display. The Jocks have turned into balding fat guys with dead end jobs and their cheerleader girlfriends now need a fork lift to get into school. The nobodies who were always lost in the background have turned into the true successes and laugh at their former "superiors." The nerd who was always picked on shows up with a plethora of playboy bunnies on his arm as he helicopters in to the reunion. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin steps into the shot.
"It's strange to look back on my time here in APW and wonder what happened to the entirety of the roster. For many of my days, I didn't give a single care of their existence... as I cared only about myself. But now... what happened to the "Prom Kings and queens", the "Muscle Heads", the "Nerds", and the "Stoners?" This week, for a one night spectacular, the entire world will find out."
Terry presses a button on a projector, and it pauses on a still of Terry with the Undisputed title raised over his head.
"If you're wondering about your resident Prom King... the Greatest Thing To Ever Happen to Wrestling didn't simply peak in High School and end up being a physically abusive drunk making child support payments to ex wife number 2. I went on to be happy, truly happy for the first time in my life. I have a loving wife… and a beautiful child. In them, I achieved the greatness I was always striving for. So why come back? Why jump back in the ring when I have nothing else to prove? Is it mere bordem? No, not quite. Is it out of missing this drug we call professional wrestling? I’d be a damn fool and a liar if I said that was completely out of the question. But it’s not the full story. See Part of me wants to show that Gods Gift to wrestling is still just that. However, a bigger part of me wants to see if I’m good enough to raise up those around me, if I’m good enough to take someone whose struggling to find his place and put him up on the pedestal and make him a star.”
He presses another button and two pictures of Roy Speede come up. The one on the left is of Roy after a win, his arms held high and a huge smile on his face. The one on the right is of Roy after a loss, his head hung as he walks back to the locker room dejected.
“Roy Speede… When I set my eyes on you when you first walked into APW, I thought for sure that you and I would be locking horns very soon. I figured that You’d be gunning for my title by the end of my very long reign. If I had to select one person to be the APW’s ‘most likely to succeed’, it would be the scrappy kid out of Richmond Virginia. However, that never exactly happened did it Speede? All that potential, and you all of a sudden went from APW’s most wanted to APW’s most forgotten. So many times Roy, you rose up right to the cusp of greatness, but when you’re opportunity came knocking on your door, you answered it in your underwear with last nights stale breath still on your lips. Opportunity took one look at your unprepared ass and moved on to the next house.
But why? What is it you lack that could push you over the top, that could make you the next Star in APW. What is it you don’t have that so many of us do. Roy, you lack that killer instinct that has gotten the rest of us so far. You put in the work, and you have the skills, but you don’t have that extra switch in the back of your mind that rises you up to the next level. Until you find that, you’ll just be another lost face in the crowd. You’ll continue to open shows where nobody knows your name. You’ll continue to be a bystander sitting in the stands while life goes on around him. You will continue to be NOTHING… unless you pull your head out of your ass and start to embrace your killer side.”
Terry pauses for a second, then clicks a button and the pictures go away. He throws down the remote and smiles as he looks into the camera.
“I hope you find that killer instinct this week Roy. I hope you look at this card and say ‘Here’s my chance to make the greatest of all time beg for mercy and plant my flag in the record books of greatness.’ I hope in the back of your mind, you have that confidence to come out and shock the world. That’s the kind of challenge I want this week Speede. I don’t want the Roy Speede who just all of a sudden disappears and leaves us with a shell of a man that I wipe the mat with for 10 minutes then go home completely unsatisfied like I just kissed my sister. I didn’t come back for that. I want to give these fans a treat. I want them to see the man who’s done it all get everything possible from the man who wants to.
Do you want to Roy? Do you want to do it all? Do you want to take that next step to greatness? Do you want this to just be some anniversary show where the world looks on and you try your best, MAYBE getting a handshake at the end of the day? Or do you want to jumpstart your new APW career when this place reopens and have a path setout for you ready to go, the confidence to do anything you want, and the respect of the people you’re going to have to earn it from? That is what this match represents to you Roy, a chance to build your future.”
Terry folds his arms as his smile fades away.
“It’s time for you to grow the fuck up Roy, and quit wading around in the kiddy pool wondering when your chance is going to be. It’s time for you to man up and TAKE everything you want. It’s time for you to be that superstar that I hoped you’d grow into. It’s time for you to be the man who will chance the face of the APW. APW has a lot of old familiar faces, a lot of faces that mean a lot of different things. Some of them are the faces of doom and destruction like Level One. Some are the faces of hope like Sally Talfourd or Biggs. Some are the faces determination like Jason Cashe or Anthony Bailey. Most are faces that fade away in the background. You have one of those faces right now Roy, but it can change.
And only you can change it!”
Terry smiles one last time.
“Tomorrow night, I will dance inside that ring one last time, and I’ve chosen you to be my partner. Don’t let me down Roy, don’t miss this opportunity or I promise \ you’ll regret it for the rest of what will be a pathetic life.
Get ready Roy, cause you and I are going to give these people a dream come true. We’re the ones who get to light the fires. They may be there for Sally vs. Biggs… but lets make them remember Roy vs. Terry!
ITS SHOWTIME!”
