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Prized possession; RP for Atlantic Coast Championship
Topic Started: May 22 2016, 08:10 PM (32 Views)
Red Hot Ray Willmott

[It's been a good few years since Ray's slept on a sofa. His back throbs and his neck aches, but it was a mostly comfortable sleep. The cushions were plumped and puffed up well. He felt semi-refreshed. No sounds of kids screaming to wake him up at 6am. Just peace, bliss, contentment.]

[Followed soon after by emptiness and sorrow. Realisation of a void in his life. A hole that can never be filled.]

[The sleep had only been the briefest diversion]

[Fortunately, he had a hot mug of tea in hand and the best company possible. It eased the suffering just a little bit.]

Morning, bro. Sleep alright?

[Nick's chirpy greeting is met with a partial grunt.]

Still a lazy ass, I see.

I'm good. Just...getting my bearings.

Eh, you've never been one for ceasing the day. Especially before noon.

[Ray smiles, making eye contact with his brother for the first time.]

Really appreciate this, bro.

Figured you'd also appreciate a full English.

Gotta admit, that smell would probably pull me out of my grave.

So that's how you came back to us.... *smirk*

[They both share a brief laugh.]

Coming right up.

[Nick feeds him a smile and then heads back into the kitchen. Ray wipes some sleep from his eyes and takes a slight slurp from his mug.]

Sooooo, Atlantic Coast title, eh?

So they tell me.

[Nick catches a smile on his younger brother's face.]

You prepared?

Always.

Seems like you're fighting a big dude. Bigger than me, even.

Right, and who used to win our tussles when we were kids?

Pffft. I LET you win.

Course you did.

[Ray drinks some more tea.]

By the way, when are you making your big comeback? Surely you're due for one now.

Oh, come on. I couldn't possibly steal the spotlight from these young upstarts. You know how salty they get.

[The sound of bacon sizzling fills the appartment. Ray drinks more tea, then sits upright on the sofa. He runs a hand through his hair and raises out his arms for a big stretch.]

Vicky can't wait to see you.

It's been way too long. She ok?

Eager to eat her breakfast.

Some things never change.

[Ray walks to the kitchen and helps Nick set the table and dish out the rest of the food. ]

She's still got the appetite of a horse, I see.

[They both smile]

As you say. You speak to Laurie?

Not since. Well, she, um, she's not interested.

Give it time, man.

How much time?

As long as it takes, bud.

[He slaps a thick hand on Ray's shoulder.]

Sit.

[Nick puts two streaks of bacon on his stacked plate of beans, hash browns, sausages and scrambled egg]

Get this down you.


Yes, sir.

[Ray does a mock salute, then gratefully takes a fork full of beans and plunges them into his mouth.]

Can't normally eat this stuff on my diet plan, but we've got an extended break before the show with Memorial Day n'all. it's good...

[Nick wheels out Ray's sister and he immediately stands up in surprise upon seeing her. The camera is focused on her but the image is blurred so we don't see her in any real detail, only the change in Ray's face.]

[He manages a warm, greeting smile through the stunned expression slapped on his face.]

Hey sis...

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Opportunity.

That's the one thing the EWA hasn't robbed me of since I got here.

Only ... each opportunity has ended in much the same way. Me getting screwed.

I was Chip Masters' first Tapout Title Defense, but he managed to convince someone upstairs to enforce those ridiculous rules which meant I got DQ'ed and lost the match.

Asylum De Los Muertos. The EWA World Heavyweight Championship. I qualified fair and square, yet got pinned by someone who didn't. A man who shouldn't have been there.

A guy who was taken out of the picture THREE SEPERATE TIMES.

And then there was Path of the Warrior. I'm in the match of my life against NOTHING. One of the greatest matches the EWA has EVER seen. I'm on the cusp of victory and BAM...there it is again. Interference. Interjection. Injustifiable bollocks

Something that NOTHING pretended to be sooooo damned upset about ... *scoff* ... Called that one, didn't I?

I get it, Stacy. You want to make amends, not burn bridges. And this is your apology. This is your way of saying sorry for making me go out there to "die"

I guess with me being around for so long, I see things. I was wise to what was going to happen before it did.

...Though it really was pretty damned obvious...

Still, It's not your fault. And don't get me wrong, as apologies go, this is one of the best I've ever had.

The Atlantic Coast Championship. EWA's newest shining star.

It's only been a few months, but by God has this belt already seen some wars.

Steel cages. Triple Threat matches. Battle Royales. Everyone wants a piece of the pie, but you're the man holding the crust, Johan. It's all you, buddy.

And you have definitely impressed me. Beating my boy Deacon to get the title in the first place. You know how hard we go. You know how we bleed. How we flourish. And ultimately, how we fall.

As a champion, you lead by example. You inspire, you encourage, you're the one expected to deliver. And on that night you did that, Johan. You earned your opportunity and you walked away an EWA champion. Something even I haven't done in my illustrious career.

And yet, now you seem defensive, scared even. Considering you're a guy who's never run from a thing in his life, considering your size and power, in addition to a champions' advantage. Considering you've got an entire
HATE mob waiting to interfere in the match and cost me yet another opportunity. And considering you take great pride in getting yourself locked up in a jail cell for beating someone half to death, I smelled your fear a thousand miles away.

You've just won a major championship, you should be on top of the world.

Honestly, you look petrified.

See, I think you've got a bright future. You're big, strong - clearly talented - but I don't see a champion's heart in you, Dietrich. Not yet.

I see a title belt around your waist, I believe you have the ability to keep it there, but you haven't figured out how. You're confused by what's expected of you. What you should expect from yourself. And you don't look like you ever want to figure that out.

It just doesn't belong with you because it has / or never will have identity in your presence. It doesn't elevate you and you do not elevate it. Barely a few weeks together and you're cancelling one another out.

All I see is venom in your vignettes, monologues littered with distraction, envy, and hate. You're the man I should be envying, Johan. We all should. You're the one carrying the precious possession.

Yet I feel no passion, no desire, or will to win pouring out of you. Despite the skills I KNOW you have, my head and my heart just aren't buying it.

And when you're not commanding those traits, when those attributes aren't clear to see, you become vulnerable. Exposed.

Right now, I see success being squandered, and it fires me up, Johan. It motivates me to come at you. Fight even harder.

Perhaps you're right to be afraid.

Because, like it or not, Dietrich, you know I'm coming to Battlelines with everything in my arsenal. I am bringing my game face, my A, B, C and D plan, and every ounce of experience I've gained from winning 50 different championship belts in a career that spans a decade.

I know how to win big matches. Nerves won't rattle me. Fear won't consume me. Desire will spur me. Because I know how sweet that satisfaction is. How wonderful the sensation will be. I know it'll all be worth it when I get to the other side, no matter what it took to get there.

Admit it or don't, as far as first title defenses are concerned, I am your worst nightmare. I'm the guy you don't want to see on the other side of the billing.

And when that guy knows there's a championship at stake, bet your ass you can amplify that desire x100!

Whinge and cry I'm trying to steal your spotlight all you want. Claim I'm flying in here, being handed everything to me. But really, what is it you think I have, Johan?

My family ... they left me.

I don't have a World Championship despite my best efforts. I got unfairly dumped out of Path of the Warrior after giving the match of my life. I have a rage-fuelled group waiting to cost me my career every chance they get.

I have a legacy, but as you rightfully said what does that even mean anymore?

So rght now, i'm just like you. A warrior trying to work his way up to the top of the ladder. A man who wants to be successful. Earn respect. Win championships.

I just happen to have a bit more experience than most. *smile*

Believe me, I've seen, heard from, and fought the best. I've even BEEN the best.

But you. You're not it. You haven't even taken the time to research your opponent properly! Rule 101. Something every champion NEEDS to do before coming into a title defense...

Instead, you're out there spouting inaccuracies because you're lazy. That's not the mark of an Atlantic Coast Champion. That's not the mark of ANY champion. They're the croonings of a complacent cock!

I've been perfectly clear about what happened to me in the eight years I was away. If you don't want to do your homework, that's not my problem.

But just in case you don't want to look a complete idiot the next time you come out here, I'll give you a hint - we were in New York at the time.

Here's a free lesson, champ. Don't expect me - or anone else - to justify themselves because we're your challengers.

Maybe you don't really care. Maybe you're being polite. One thing I know for sure, leaping in without knowing all the facts is never a smart strategy. Outside the ring ... or inside it.

Another thing? I'm kicking this division into fifth gear at Battlelines. Because this time ... THIS TIME I will clasp the opportunity with both hands, no matter what Stacy Vandervort wants. No matter how hard Lunatikk Crippler and HATE try to stop me. No matter how much you plead, Johan Dietrich. I am DONE with being screwed. I am over the heart ache, the sadness, the longing....

It's time for me to achieve my potential. It's time for that title to fulfil its true purpose. And there's no running from that for either of us.

Edited by Red Hot Ray Willmott, May 23 2016, 10:17 AM.
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