Post by Avery Miles III on Aug 31, 2024 19:23:50 GMT -5
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*FLASHBACK*
Avery: I love you so much, Becks.
Avery looks over and smiles at a photo inside of a silver trimmed frame. It is of two teenagers, and one of them resembles a much younger Avery Miles III.
Avery: For everything we've been through, I know that you are in a better place now.
Tears begin to roll down the cheek of Avery. The exact time is hard to determine, but it is definitely a twenty-something AM3.
Avery: And don't you worry about me, Becks... I will be good. I always am. I have to be, I have no other choice.
Avery kisses the picture frame and sets it back on his table. He reaches over to grab a folded stack of shirts and tosses them into his bag. We can see inside of the bag is also a pair of sneakers, some shorts, kinesiology tape, and then a silver necklace with a heart locket. Avery takes a deep breath and wipes the tears from his eyes, and zips the bag closed.
Avery: California, here I come.
He nods almost as if he needs to convince himself.
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Avery Miles III is sitting on the hood of an old pickup truck at the edge of a cornfield. He is wearing a plain, light blue t-shirt, some ripped jeans, and a pair of well broken in Nike sneakers. He looks up at the stars in the sky and just smiles.
Avery: They say you are supposed to wish on a shooting star, but what if that passing star WAS your wish?
He smiles, a slight gleam in his eye.
Avery: I have been lucky enough in this industry to perform, and perform well. Am I the best there ever has been? Not even clue. But I know my place, I know my skill, and I know that I have earned what I have earned. I put in a hard day's work day in and day out. No one can ever question my work ethic. The issue, for me, about people that cut corners is that that are not only cheating their opponent and the fans, but they are cheating themselves. Do you need to really have that little faith in your own skill or technique to have to go to those extremes to steal something that you could have earned? Nah. Not for me.
A breeze blows through the corn, almost as if Fall was slowly whispering itself into existence.
Avery: Donovan and Nathaniel were both two amazing opponents, talented and stellar regardless of the outcome. I am not sure what Nathaniel was so affected by, but I hope he is alright. I know what it is like to have something affect your mind so much that you lose all sense of focus and whereabouts. I look forward to Scion in Ocala, Florida against an Aussie... the one and only Bia. Some people see her and think she is scary looking or she is way out there. Me? I see someone that is focused and a force. She could easily make a run here in Florida Wrestling Prestige towards the top. Her strength? Wow. Her drive? Second-to-none. And youth to boot. The combination of speed and power she has, this will not be an easy matchup by any means. And I know that she is hungry to gain more wins in the company. I think she is the quiet, under noticed sort of talent that one day just breaks that glass ceiling and opens everyone's eyes. I have plenty of scouting to do, and to make sure I am able to stay one step ahead of her in our match. It won't be a walk in the park by any means, but I know that I have what it takes to earn myself another win. I am looking forward our match, Bia. Best of luck.
Avery smiles as he closes his eyes and takes in the silence that is rural Georgia as we fade to black.
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Avery opens his eyes once the on camera promo ends. He looks up at the stars as he starts to get a little choked up.
Avery: You would love it, Becks. I am putting myself out there again. I am doing great. I am successful. I've got two wins already. It has been awesome mixing it up with some of the best young wrestlers in the company. There is one guy... man does he remind me of Rob. But you know me, I know how to deal with hot heads.
He gulps loudly, as we see a tear roll down the cheek of an older Avery from what we see in the flashback.
Avery: It has been awhile since we've talked, and that is on me, Becks. I am sorry. Bru-
He chokes up.
Avery: Bruiser passed a few weeks ago. I remember how much you loved him. He was the best Bloodhound you could have. I remember the day we got him, and I brought him home in this old pickup with a bow that was nearly twice the size of him.
He has a slight chuckle, wiping away the tears.
Avery: I said some good words, so did Mom and Dad. They miss you like crazy, too. It is not the same without you. It has been so hard moving on. Yeah, it has been years. I've had a few dates. But no one ranks up to you. I wish... I wish it would have been me. You didn't deserve that fate...
Just then, a strong wind blows through the field and kicks up some dust. Avery smiles.
Avery: Never gonna let me win an argument, huh? I love you, Becks. Always will.
Avery reaches into his pocket and pulls out the silver locker from the flashback. He opens it and it is a picture of a younger him, the same girl from the photo, and a puppy. The initials R.A.M. etched into it.
Avery: Always.
*FLASHBACK*
Avery: I love you so much, Becks.
Avery looks over and smiles at a photo inside of a silver trimmed frame. It is of two teenagers, and one of them resembles a much younger Avery Miles III.
Avery: For everything we've been through, I know that you are in a better place now.
Tears begin to roll down the cheek of Avery. The exact time is hard to determine, but it is definitely a twenty-something AM3.
Avery: And don't you worry about me, Becks... I will be good. I always am. I have to be, I have no other choice.
Avery kisses the picture frame and sets it back on his table. He reaches over to grab a folded stack of shirts and tosses them into his bag. We can see inside of the bag is also a pair of sneakers, some shorts, kinesiology tape, and then a silver necklace with a heart locket. Avery takes a deep breath and wipes the tears from his eyes, and zips the bag closed.
Avery: California, here I come.
He nods almost as if he needs to convince himself.
ON CAMERA
Avery Miles III is sitting on the hood of an old pickup truck at the edge of a cornfield. He is wearing a plain, light blue t-shirt, some ripped jeans, and a pair of well broken in Nike sneakers. He looks up at the stars in the sky and just smiles.
Avery: They say you are supposed to wish on a shooting star, but what if that passing star WAS your wish?
He smiles, a slight gleam in his eye.
Avery: I have been lucky enough in this industry to perform, and perform well. Am I the best there ever has been? Not even clue. But I know my place, I know my skill, and I know that I have earned what I have earned. I put in a hard day's work day in and day out. No one can ever question my work ethic. The issue, for me, about people that cut corners is that that are not only cheating their opponent and the fans, but they are cheating themselves. Do you need to really have that little faith in your own skill or technique to have to go to those extremes to steal something that you could have earned? Nah. Not for me.
A breeze blows through the corn, almost as if Fall was slowly whispering itself into existence.
Avery: Donovan and Nathaniel were both two amazing opponents, talented and stellar regardless of the outcome. I am not sure what Nathaniel was so affected by, but I hope he is alright. I know what it is like to have something affect your mind so much that you lose all sense of focus and whereabouts. I look forward to Scion in Ocala, Florida against an Aussie... the one and only Bia. Some people see her and think she is scary looking or she is way out there. Me? I see someone that is focused and a force. She could easily make a run here in Florida Wrestling Prestige towards the top. Her strength? Wow. Her drive? Second-to-none. And youth to boot. The combination of speed and power she has, this will not be an easy matchup by any means. And I know that she is hungry to gain more wins in the company. I think she is the quiet, under noticed sort of talent that one day just breaks that glass ceiling and opens everyone's eyes. I have plenty of scouting to do, and to make sure I am able to stay one step ahead of her in our match. It won't be a walk in the park by any means, but I know that I have what it takes to earn myself another win. I am looking forward our match, Bia. Best of luck.
Avery smiles as he closes his eyes and takes in the silence that is rural Georgia as we fade to black.
OFF CAMERA
Avery opens his eyes once the on camera promo ends. He looks up at the stars as he starts to get a little choked up.
Avery: You would love it, Becks. I am putting myself out there again. I am doing great. I am successful. I've got two wins already. It has been awesome mixing it up with some of the best young wrestlers in the company. There is one guy... man does he remind me of Rob. But you know me, I know how to deal with hot heads.
He gulps loudly, as we see a tear roll down the cheek of an older Avery from what we see in the flashback.
Avery: It has been awhile since we've talked, and that is on me, Becks. I am sorry. Bru-
He chokes up.
Avery: Bruiser passed a few weeks ago. I remember how much you loved him. He was the best Bloodhound you could have. I remember the day we got him, and I brought him home in this old pickup with a bow that was nearly twice the size of him.
He has a slight chuckle, wiping away the tears.
Avery: I said some good words, so did Mom and Dad. They miss you like crazy, too. It is not the same without you. It has been so hard moving on. Yeah, it has been years. I've had a few dates. But no one ranks up to you. I wish... I wish it would have been me. You didn't deserve that fate...
Just then, a strong wind blows through the field and kicks up some dust. Avery smiles.
Avery: Never gonna let me win an argument, huh? I love you, Becks. Always will.
Avery reaches into his pocket and pulls out the silver locker from the flashback. He opens it and it is a picture of a younger him, the same girl from the photo, and a puppy. The initials R.A.M. etched into it.
Avery: Always.
