Post by Jessica Matthews on Jul 16, 2024 21:54:04 GMT -5
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The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again!
I can still hear you sayin'
“You would never break the chain!”
(Never break the chain)
And if you don't love me now
(You don't love me now!)
You will never love me again!
I can still hear you sayin' (Still hear you saying!)
You would never break the chain!
“They never thought they would see me again…”
A voice resonates from a distance. In a bustling part of Downtown San Diego, civilians traverse back and forth, so focused on their own lives. Out of respect for their privacy, their faces are blurred. It’s a clear sign that this is an edited video.
No… It’s a promo.
Within the masses, standing in a large-collared black trench coat, a pair of black slacks, and a pair of black Oxfords, Nathaniel Dixon smiles at the camera that zooms in on him.
“...and yet here I am.”
A simple line he has shared with the Florida Wrestling Prestige audience. “Oh, I’m well aware of how infuriating it is for some of the wrestlers in this industry of ours. You see, I’m quite observant. I know what has been said about me.”
He casually shrugs before a chuckle escapes him. “Of course, I could care less to recite the filth that spews from their mouths. Their hatred, bitterness, and resentment amuses me.”
“Eight months later and I still live rent-free within their petty little minds. A posh, arrogant, London-born San Diegan who's been a professional wrestler since 2012, who was titleless for a little over ten years… Until I earned three championships all within May 2023. There’s nothing they can do to erase the accomplishments from the records. No matter how much they deny it, I was a multiple-time champion.”
Naturally, his smile only grows.
“There’s no telling if I can accomplish this magnificent feat again. I am living proof that anything can happen. Many people have been wondering…
Why did you return?
Because there is still so much more I wish to do.
Oh, and unlike some of my peers, I am more than happy to start at the base of the mountain. Long ago? I’d never express such a thing. Now? I want to show everyone what I am capable of. Cleanly, I won matches. No cheating, no outside interference, and no shortcuts. That’s how I won the gold -- with my own strategies, intelligence, and skills. I am going to continue on this path. That is one of the reasons why I chose Florida Wrestling Prestige. Yes, I thought of returning to one of the companies I’ve worked for in the past… But I want to start over. I desire a new beginning. I could have found it somewhere else, yet I decided on FWP.
Why…? Honestly, I see great potential here.”
The camera slowly begins to zoom out. Removing his hands from his pockets, he approaches the recording device, his smile never leaving his face as he waltzes around the people.
“A tournament consisting of sixteen wrestlers has narrowed down to two… and they’re husband and wife: Damon and Aurora Graves. I know of them and their accomplishments. Only one will emerge with the Prestige Championship at Prime. It shall be quite the main event. It should come as no surprise that I wish to challenge for that title in the future. However, there is another… It was just introduced on the last Scion.
The Prestige Coastal Championship.
As Mr. Kyle said: It is a work of beauty.
I imagine Miss Stella’s eyes sparked when the shiny new belt was presented. Heh, mine certainly did. I’m certain she wishes to become the inaugural Prestige Coastal Champion. I feel the same way. Unfortunately, only one person will be able to earn that glory.”
He stops before the camera, the focus adjusting itself so his presence is clear.
“Tomorrow’s Scion will be my professional debut in FWP. There’s only one chance to make a good first impression and I wish to do this -- with a victory. I’m certain you understand, Miss Stella. I want your best effort and I want a good match. If I were to lose, I want it to be because you were the better wrestler. Of course… I wish to be the one whose name is announced as the winner. Regardless of the outcome, it will be clean, of this I am certain.”
A genuine smile forms as he straightens the coat. His earth-colored eyes focus on the camera -- no, perhaps on those who are watching.
“Forgive the discourtesy, I have forgotten to reintroduce myself. In case you don’t remember, or if you don’t know me… I am Nathaniel Elijah-Alexander Dixon, Your Lord of Charisma, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”
He playfully winks before static and darkness obstruct the vision.
Promotional I: Once More, with Feeling.
