Post by Avery Miles III on Sept 18, 2024 1:45:51 GMT -5
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*FLASHBACK*
Avery Miles III is kneeling in front of a gravestone. The name reads "Rebecca Morgan Miles". The specific dates cannot be made out as flowers adorn all over the grave. Avery's head is lowered, and it is clear that he is not okay.
Avery: It should have been me. You had dreams. The world was yours. The stars in the sky, and you had some many dreams. Me? I just was that skinny kid that followed you like a lost little puppy and never let go. I loved you more than anyone could have ever loved you, but it was not enough. It was not enough to save you. All of the treatments. All of the doctors. The second, third, fourth, and fifth opinions did not matter. The cancer was too much. And I wish we could have swapped places.
Avery takes his fist, and pounds it into the ground. Tears stream from his eyes, covering some of the floral arrangements below him. A large gust of wind cuts through the cemetery as a slight rain begins to fall from the sky. The weather does not stop Avery as his suit begins to dampen with every drop of rain. Wet clothes were the last thing on him mind.
Avery: God has a plan, but who is to say that plan is wrong? Why couldn't it had been me? You did not deserve this. You barely scratched the surface of your life. You were destined for so much. You were greatness. You would accomplish so much. And me? I am nothing. Never been. Never will be.
Avery sucks in some air as he forces himself to stand up.
Avery: I will NEVER forget you, Becks. I love you now... and for always.
Avery lowers his head and walks towards a GMC Sierra sitting on a gravel road near the grave site. He approaches it and rounds over to the driver's side. Before getting in, Avery looks up at the sky almost as if he were cursing it. Lightning strikes and thunder roars, as Avery is overcome with emotion and rears his right hand back before punching out the rear window in his truck. Glass shatters everywhere as Avery reels, clearly hurting himself. He looks down at his fist, and blood begins to drip from his hand.
Avery: Fuck! The last thing I need is a fucked up hand, too.
Avery angrily grabs the handle of his pickup and climbs in as the flashback comes to an end.
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Avery Miles III is sitting atop the corner of an old wrestling ring. He is pouring sweat as the gym is dimly lit and clearly not air conditioned. He raises his right hand up towards his face, tracing over it with his left hand.
Avery: They say scars are reminders of our past. Good or bad, it is important to remember where we come from. I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that we were both from Georgia. Now I am from a very small town, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of Atlanta. Don't get me wrong, Slim, I have been there my fair share and know enough. Atlanta is a great town, and I have had good times there and some damned good food. I cannot speak to your taste in music, but I would assume you are familiar with Christopher Bridges.
Avery smiles.
Avery: Ludacris for the average music fan. And an underrated song of his talks about an important thing in all of our lives; Growing Pains. I am not going to try to sing or rap for you, but the words went something like this...
"We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And that's how it went
When we were kids"
Avery: You and me are veterans of this game. While we go different about things here in Florida, it is clear that we both have gone through plenty of growing pains in our lives. You've got a few years on me, but that does not mean I am any less experienced than you. I've won... and lost... my fair share of matches and titles in this industry. I've been across this country, and even wrestled quite a bit in Mexico. I've seen what this industry has to offer. And to me? Respect is huge. I am not here to insert myself into your business, but just know that The Graves are friends of mine. I actually attended their wedding. What you did to Damon? I am not cool with. But he can fight his own battles. And the "lesser Graves" thing?
Avery scoffs.
Avery: Good luck at Hallowed Grounds, Damon is going to give you a hell of a fight. That said... this match at Scion is between the two of us. I've done my homework on you, and you are talented by far. You are a man that is willing to do what it takes. And you are willing to put yourself on the line. I can respect that. But what I cannot respect is a man that needs to cut corner to do so. Is that who you are, Slim? Are you someone that cuts corners? Are you someone that takes shortcuts to get what he wants? If the answer is yes, doesn't that mean your whole title history is really in question? Sure... you "won" those titles. But for me? I would rather EARN them, then win them.
*FLASHBACK*
Avery Miles III is kneeling in front of a gravestone. The name reads "Rebecca Morgan Miles". The specific dates cannot be made out as flowers adorn all over the grave. Avery's head is lowered, and it is clear that he is not okay.
Avery: It should have been me. You had dreams. The world was yours. The stars in the sky, and you had some many dreams. Me? I just was that skinny kid that followed you like a lost little puppy and never let go. I loved you more than anyone could have ever loved you, but it was not enough. It was not enough to save you. All of the treatments. All of the doctors. The second, third, fourth, and fifth opinions did not matter. The cancer was too much. And I wish we could have swapped places.
Avery takes his fist, and pounds it into the ground. Tears stream from his eyes, covering some of the floral arrangements below him. A large gust of wind cuts through the cemetery as a slight rain begins to fall from the sky. The weather does not stop Avery as his suit begins to dampen with every drop of rain. Wet clothes were the last thing on him mind.
Avery: God has a plan, but who is to say that plan is wrong? Why couldn't it had been me? You did not deserve this. You barely scratched the surface of your life. You were destined for so much. You were greatness. You would accomplish so much. And me? I am nothing. Never been. Never will be.
Avery sucks in some air as he forces himself to stand up.
Avery: I will NEVER forget you, Becks. I love you now... and for always.
Avery lowers his head and walks towards a GMC Sierra sitting on a gravel road near the grave site. He approaches it and rounds over to the driver's side. Before getting in, Avery looks up at the sky almost as if he were cursing it. Lightning strikes and thunder roars, as Avery is overcome with emotion and rears his right hand back before punching out the rear window in his truck. Glass shatters everywhere as Avery reels, clearly hurting himself. He looks down at his fist, and blood begins to drip from his hand.
Avery: Fuck! The last thing I need is a fucked up hand, too.
Avery angrily grabs the handle of his pickup and climbs in as the flashback comes to an end.
ON CAMERA
Avery Miles III is sitting atop the corner of an old wrestling ring. He is pouring sweat as the gym is dimly lit and clearly not air conditioned. He raises his right hand up towards his face, tracing over it with his left hand.
Avery: They say scars are reminders of our past. Good or bad, it is important to remember where we come from. I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that we were both from Georgia. Now I am from a very small town, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of Atlanta. Don't get me wrong, Slim, I have been there my fair share and know enough. Atlanta is a great town, and I have had good times there and some damned good food. I cannot speak to your taste in music, but I would assume you are familiar with Christopher Bridges.
Avery smiles.
Avery: Ludacris for the average music fan. And an underrated song of his talks about an important thing in all of our lives; Growing Pains. I am not going to try to sing or rap for you, but the words went something like this...
"We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And that's how it went
When we were kids"
Avery: You and me are veterans of this game. While we go different about things here in Florida, it is clear that we both have gone through plenty of growing pains in our lives. You've got a few years on me, but that does not mean I am any less experienced than you. I've won... and lost... my fair share of matches and titles in this industry. I've been across this country, and even wrestled quite a bit in Mexico. I've seen what this industry has to offer. And to me? Respect is huge. I am not here to insert myself into your business, but just know that The Graves are friends of mine. I actually attended their wedding. What you did to Damon? I am not cool with. But he can fight his own battles. And the "lesser Graves" thing?
Avery scoffs.
Avery: Good luck at Hallowed Grounds, Damon is going to give you a hell of a fight. That said... this match at Scion is between the two of us. I've done my homework on you, and you are talented by far. You are a man that is willing to do what it takes. And you are willing to put yourself on the line. I can respect that. But what I cannot respect is a man that needs to cut corner to do so. Is that who you are, Slim? Are you someone that cuts corners? Are you someone that takes shortcuts to get what he wants? If the answer is yes, doesn't that mean your whole title history is really in question? Sure... you "won" those titles. But for me? I would rather EARN them, then win them.
