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Growth; RP 2 v Dietrich
Topic Started: May 28 2016, 10:54 PM (52 Views)
Red Hot Ray Willmott

..30 Years Ago...

[An old school playground. Crisp packets litter the ground, kids are running around. It's break time and everyone is taking advantage of time away from lessons. Some groups of kids have clustered together. Some are split off doing their own thing. Everyone has their own way of unwinding and relaxing.]

[We see a tall young boy coming into shot pushing a wheelchair with a young girl inside. Behind them comes another shorter young boy trailing behind him. The taller boy is a little older than the smaller, his head held up high, very chatty and expressive. He's helping the young girl in the wheelchair eat her crisps, making her smile and laugh.]

[The young boy just watches on, half smiling, uncertain where to put himself.]

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I wasn't born into this life. I didn't have a famous daddy who knew every inch of an arena, or a former world champion for a mother.

I was just a boy. I played video games. Picked my nose. Got bullied at school.

I could have ended up anywhere. Garbage disposal. State lawyer. Hired assassin.

Never destined for glory or championships.

But I had a dream early on in life that just wouldn't go away. A place I felt compelled to visit. Another home where I needed to be.

And the main difference between my dream and the dream of every other kid on that playground?

Motivation.


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'Honey, we can't go there with the wheelchair. Your sister won't be able to...'

'I don't want her there! I just want my friends.'

'But she's been looking forward to it. She's been so excite...'

'It's my party, mom! I want to go to the fields and if she can't make it then I don't want her there! It's not fair!'

[Out of the corner of his eye, the young boy sees the saddened, heartbroken face of the young girl in the wheelchair. He feels his body go limp.]

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I didn't understand it at first. I was a kid. I got envious because she had more attention than me. I couldn't figure out why life had to revolve around her. Why I had to live my life in a way that was convenient for her

I was only ever focused on my own desires. My own goals.

It weakened me.

Because I failed to recognised the needs of others. To see how hard others work every day just to live, breathe, exist.

Here I am, walking, talking, whining, no real care in the world.

And there she is, not able to do the simplest things I take for granted, fully aware of those limitations, feeling the physical and mental strain.

That day was significant. I started to change, morph into the man you see before you.

That day I stopped using the excuse of the things I couldn't do in life. That I couldn't do to make her life better.

Her strength, resolve, and resilience shone through that day. Resonating so strongly that those qualities reflected onto me.

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[Two young boys are grappling on the floor in front of the young girl sat in the wheelchair. One boy is taller than the other, yet the smaller boy is using more creative holds to gain ground advantage. He's switching smartly into submission holds, and also ensuring there is no size advantage while both scramble to try and improve their position.]

[The larger boy looks set to break free, but the smaller switches positions, keeping him face first on the ground, unable to move. He looks up to the girl in the wheelchair who beams ever so slightly with pride.]

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She was my first fan. The first person who believed in me. Even before my brother. My mother or father.

She was there from day one. Even when I hadn't been there for her.

She gave me the courage to stand here today and compete for the Atlantic Coast Championship.

To lead by example, to inspire. To keep fighting. To never give up.

She made me realise how important it is having support in your life. Having something to fight for.

Even if she couldn't be there in person, she was there with me for every match, every championship.

And that bond has never been stronger. Seeing her again, it reminds me that I'm capable of anything. Whether my opponent has every advantage on paper, or i'm against insurmountable odds.

Never have I needed this reminder in my life more than today.

A bond that has already made me a professional wrestler.

A World Champion

A Triple Crown Winner.


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[The young boy has started catching up to the older boy pushing the wheelchair. They're all talking together. They seem happy. United.]

[In the distance, a gang of boys watch them closely and start talking amongst themselves.]

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And when someone interfered with that bond.

Tried to belittle it. Make it seem insignificant.

Mock it.

Then....then I lost control.

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[The smaller boy is unloading into the face of a spotty faced teenager, bloodying his nose. Others interfere, but the young boy takes them down to the floor, giving them the same treatment.]

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I started to realise I had something others could only dream of.

My resolve was iron-clad. I had a reason to thrive.

Someone to love and protect. Defend against those who intended harm. Educate others who don't understand.

I wasn't weak anymore.

I was the strongest kid on the yard.

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.....12 years ago....

[A younger Ray Willmott makes his debut. Nick is there in the front row with Vicky. Both cheer as Renegade Ray enters the ring with long, water-soaked hair. He's dressed in a leather jacket and denim jeans.]

[We see some brief highlights from the match. Ray takes a high risk with a moonsault to the outside.]

[He reverses a fallaway slam into an ultimatum, then finishes the match off with a Crucific, his Reverse DVD finisher.]

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The first promoter that ever took me on said he'd never seen fire like it. That inspired him to give me a chance.

Up to then, it was a trait I'd never even seen in myself.

But it was something she saw in me all along.

In this business, we're fortunate that we have so many people to idolise and worship. So many great role models and amazing athletes. Some still with us. Some sadly passed.

There are many I respect and admire, but none that can ever lay claim to my success.

No matter how they try to spin it, or tell you how they're responsible for making me.

Without her, there would be no 'Red Hot' Ray Willmott....

...And when I stand over Johan Dietrich's large, menacing, beaten body at Battlelines as the new Atlantic Coast Champion....

...having cancelled out his go forth and conquer, competitive mentality...

...having stopped Lunatikk Crippler fucking me over once again....

...having silenced every critic that claimed I have nothing left to give this business...

...it will be because of her.

Because she still believes. She cares.

She's in my heart.


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.....Present Day.....

'Hey Sis...'

[There is a brief moment of silence between the two. A moment of processing and recognition. Understanding and appreciation.]

[Tears form. Then a deep, warm embrace, filled with happiness, exciteable laughter, and emotion.]

[Nick lets out a faint chuckle, then puts his arms around both of them.]

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I am proud to be the sole Luminary of Love in this anger-driven, hate-fuelled company which thrives on controversy and revenge.

I am honored to be the person that reminds everyone good intentions can lead to good outcomes.

I want to be an ambassador for the preservation of positivity because...GODDAMIT...some fucker has to be!

I have been through hell to get here. I lost years of 'What ifs' in this business to protect those I love, just as they guided and protected me when the idea of a match like this was a fleeting fantasy.

Now they're here for me all over again because they don't see a man trying to hog a spotlight, or a guy past his prime.

They still see the same hungry kid who followed his dream, still passionate to the full about every single match on the billing.

You're a gladiator, Johan. A fighter. But you were right about one thing, this is more than just a piece of metal and a paycheque to me.

This is my way of repaying that faith and love to my friends, my family, and those people who pay to watch us compete.

This is about representing the spirit of competition. Doing things on behalf of those who can't.

And I will risk all I have ever been to take that title because I am the leader this division needs. Because I do want this more.

Because I am a born champion, Johan Dietrich. And in this wartorn, fractured world, there is no higher summit to climb. No greater purpose to aspire to.

Nobody I'd rather face.

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Edited by Red Hot Ray Willmott, May 29 2016, 07:40 AM.
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