Post by Avery Miles III on Apr 19, 2016 4:33:25 GMT
003 * Respectful
Scene 001 - SoCal Grappling Arts Center - San Diego, CA - Summer 2011 - FLASHBACK
*We see a young Avery Miles III inside of the ring. A heavy boxing bag is placed in the center of the ring. We see Avery hop over the bag from right to left. He counts out loud "One - Two - Three - Four" as he hops. Once he hits ten, he takes off for the ropes, bounces, and comes back hopping over the bag and using the other ropes for balance. He stops at the bag, and begins to hop over and over again counting to ten*
Man: "Nice work, Sally. Keep it up. Faster."
*Avery, dripping sweat, continues without stopping. He runs the drills over and over again as the man has a seat in his folding lawn chair. He reaches in to a nearby jar and pulls out a pickle. He begins to gnaw at it as Avery continues inside of the ring. Finally he comes to a stop on the side of the bag, breathing heavily. The man holds the pickle in one hand and berates Avery as he stopped*
Man: "Did I say to stop? Keep on, Sally!"
Avery: "My name is Avery! Stop calling me Sally!"
Man: "Okay, Sally."
*Avery shakes his head and begins again, running the drills over and over again*
Scene 002 - T-Mobile Arena - Las Vegas, NV - April 18th, 2016
*Avery Miles III is sitting in the nose bleeds. The ring can be barely made out as Avery looks around to see the empty rows and sections of the arena*
Avery: "Up here. This is where the real fans sit. The fans that bring in their three kids. They buy t-shirts and foam fingers. A couple of drinks. Maybe even a bite to eat. It can get real pricey. Working a nine to five job. Barely seeing your children. They are the true heros. The true champions. You and me, Alex? We are lucky. Lucky that we get to perform for them. Respect them... hate them. That is your choice. But they are the one's that line your pockets full of money, allowing you to fill your head with hot air."
*Avery sips on a pop from a straw. He places it on the floor as he stands up*
Avery: "Look around Alex. You can have all of this. You can have the crowd in the palm of your hand. You can have them cheering your name. But instead you choose to make them boo you. YOU, Alex. You make that choice. Me? I perform FOR them. I am given a job because of them. I have that respect. I am respectful of the fact that they allow me to do what I love, and do it well. I have spent years training and learning; and my job is not done. It is never done. But for now, I am happy with making a splash tomorrow night and bringing home a big win. The chance to beat someone as well decorated like you. I am not going to say that this is a match that I will win; we have not met inside of the ring yet. But unlike Javen or Gabriel, I know that you are ready and willing to come with whatever it takes in a no disqualification match. I know to watch my back. I know that you are willing to do what it takes. But for me? I will do what it takes and respect you while doing it. I appreciate the words that you had for me. I can blow hot steam up your ass or I can be real. For me. It is being real everyday of the week.
*Avery rubs on the seat in front of him, taking in the hard metal of the seat that people have to sit in*
I know that after this match, we will go back to being two people on this roster trying to win themselves a title. You likely have no qualms in trying to squash me like a bug, but even if the cards aren't in my favor I won't be going down easy. I won't be an easy pin. I won't be an easy submit. I will give you everything that I have. I will not back down. I will not let up. Why? I have something to prove. You showed your titles. Your legend and hall of famer status. But who I am? A third generation nobody? Someone that thinks that they can hang with the likes of Alex Jones? I bet you have your doubts, but when this nobody brings the fight to you and takes you to your limit THEY will be cheering for me. Not you, Alex. ME. Avery Miles III.
*He has a seat back down in the seat. Section 385. Row X. Seat 27*
You may not care about what the fans think about you. Or their daily jobs. Or the fact that they have to save up their hard earned money just to sit in this nose bleed seats. Should you care? I can't make that decision for you. But I care. And tomorrow night... they are getting their money's worth.
*Avery smiles to the camera with a serious look in his eyes*
Scene 003 - SoCal Grappling Arts Center - San Diego, CA - Summer 2011 - FLASHBACK
*We see a young Avery Miles III running the ropes. Left to right. Right to left. Left to right. Right to left. He stomps heavily comes to a stomp*
Man: "Did I tell you that you can stop, Sally?"
*Avery tries to catch his breath, obviously gassed.*
Man: "How are you going to last inside of the ring when you can't even last running some basic ropes? You are pathetic. I am just wasting my time. The hell with it."
*The man grabs his plate and empty cup, gets up, and leaves the gym's main area. And lawn chair that he was sitting in a reminder of the man's insistence about giving it his all. Up until this point, Avery was used to getting by on what he had done in high school. He had gotten by on his family's name. He hadn't thought that being trained to wrestle would be so hard. It came natural to him, he thought. Why did he have to run ropes? Avery leans over the top rope and just stands there. What to do now? Would the man return? There was no sign of him. Should Avery continue? In this moment he has the decision to just stop and give up. Be who he is. Do things his way. Or he can get back to running the ropes. Do what the man said, regardless of what he thought about Avery. The old man could call Avery 'Sally' a thousand more times and it would still not break him down. His mom and dad had their talk with him, telling him that he needed to do something with his life. He left college. He was not going to live off of them forever. This was his chance. His opportunity. He could not give up that easy. Avery got back up, ran towards the ropes, and rebounds. Left to right. Right to left. Left to right. Right to left. He counted off each rep*
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
*The old man enters back into the gym*
Man: "It seems like you have more heart than I thought, kid."
*'Kid'? Avery thought to himself. This was the first time that the man didn't refer to him as 'Sally'. But 'kid'? For now, he'd take it.*
Avery Miles III
Scene 001 - SoCal Grappling Arts Center - San Diego, CA - Summer 2011 - FLASHBACK
*We see a young Avery Miles III inside of the ring. A heavy boxing bag is placed in the center of the ring. We see Avery hop over the bag from right to left. He counts out loud "One - Two - Three - Four" as he hops. Once he hits ten, he takes off for the ropes, bounces, and comes back hopping over the bag and using the other ropes for balance. He stops at the bag, and begins to hop over and over again counting to ten*
Man: "Nice work, Sally. Keep it up. Faster."
*Avery, dripping sweat, continues without stopping. He runs the drills over and over again as the man has a seat in his folding lawn chair. He reaches in to a nearby jar and pulls out a pickle. He begins to gnaw at it as Avery continues inside of the ring. Finally he comes to a stop on the side of the bag, breathing heavily. The man holds the pickle in one hand and berates Avery as he stopped*
Man: "Did I say to stop? Keep on, Sally!"
Avery: "My name is Avery! Stop calling me Sally!"
Man: "Okay, Sally."
*Avery shakes his head and begins again, running the drills over and over again*
Scene 002 - T-Mobile Arena - Las Vegas, NV - April 18th, 2016
*Avery Miles III is sitting in the nose bleeds. The ring can be barely made out as Avery looks around to see the empty rows and sections of the arena*
Avery: "Up here. This is where the real fans sit. The fans that bring in their three kids. They buy t-shirts and foam fingers. A couple of drinks. Maybe even a bite to eat. It can get real pricey. Working a nine to five job. Barely seeing your children. They are the true heros. The true champions. You and me, Alex? We are lucky. Lucky that we get to perform for them. Respect them... hate them. That is your choice. But they are the one's that line your pockets full of money, allowing you to fill your head with hot air."
*Avery sips on a pop from a straw. He places it on the floor as he stands up*
Avery: "Look around Alex. You can have all of this. You can have the crowd in the palm of your hand. You can have them cheering your name. But instead you choose to make them boo you. YOU, Alex. You make that choice. Me? I perform FOR them. I am given a job because of them. I have that respect. I am respectful of the fact that they allow me to do what I love, and do it well. I have spent years training and learning; and my job is not done. It is never done. But for now, I am happy with making a splash tomorrow night and bringing home a big win. The chance to beat someone as well decorated like you. I am not going to say that this is a match that I will win; we have not met inside of the ring yet. But unlike Javen or Gabriel, I know that you are ready and willing to come with whatever it takes in a no disqualification match. I know to watch my back. I know that you are willing to do what it takes. But for me? I will do what it takes and respect you while doing it. I appreciate the words that you had for me. I can blow hot steam up your ass or I can be real. For me. It is being real everyday of the week.
*Avery rubs on the seat in front of him, taking in the hard metal of the seat that people have to sit in*
I know that after this match, we will go back to being two people on this roster trying to win themselves a title. You likely have no qualms in trying to squash me like a bug, but even if the cards aren't in my favor I won't be going down easy. I won't be an easy pin. I won't be an easy submit. I will give you everything that I have. I will not back down. I will not let up. Why? I have something to prove. You showed your titles. Your legend and hall of famer status. But who I am? A third generation nobody? Someone that thinks that they can hang with the likes of Alex Jones? I bet you have your doubts, but when this nobody brings the fight to you and takes you to your limit THEY will be cheering for me. Not you, Alex. ME. Avery Miles III.
*He has a seat back down in the seat. Section 385. Row X. Seat 27*
You may not care about what the fans think about you. Or their daily jobs. Or the fact that they have to save up their hard earned money just to sit in this nose bleed seats. Should you care? I can't make that decision for you. But I care. And tomorrow night... they are getting their money's worth.
*Avery smiles to the camera with a serious look in his eyes*
Scene 003 - SoCal Grappling Arts Center - San Diego, CA - Summer 2011 - FLASHBACK
*We see a young Avery Miles III running the ropes. Left to right. Right to left. Left to right. Right to left. He stomps heavily comes to a stomp*
Man: "Did I tell you that you can stop, Sally?"
*Avery tries to catch his breath, obviously gassed.*
Man: "How are you going to last inside of the ring when you can't even last running some basic ropes? You are pathetic. I am just wasting my time. The hell with it."
*The man grabs his plate and empty cup, gets up, and leaves the gym's main area. And lawn chair that he was sitting in a reminder of the man's insistence about giving it his all. Up until this point, Avery was used to getting by on what he had done in high school. He had gotten by on his family's name. He hadn't thought that being trained to wrestle would be so hard. It came natural to him, he thought. Why did he have to run ropes? Avery leans over the top rope and just stands there. What to do now? Would the man return? There was no sign of him. Should Avery continue? In this moment he has the decision to just stop and give up. Be who he is. Do things his way. Or he can get back to running the ropes. Do what the man said, regardless of what he thought about Avery. The old man could call Avery 'Sally' a thousand more times and it would still not break him down. His mom and dad had their talk with him, telling him that he needed to do something with his life. He left college. He was not going to live off of them forever. This was his chance. His opportunity. He could not give up that easy. Avery got back up, ran towards the ropes, and rebounds. Left to right. Right to left. Left to right. Right to left. He counted off each rep*
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
*The old man enters back into the gym*
Man: "It seems like you have more heart than I thought, kid."
*'Kid'? Avery thought to himself. This was the first time that the man didn't refer to him as 'Sally'. But 'kid'? For now, he'd take it.*
Avery Miles III
