Post by Daron Smythe on Jul 19, 2024 13:03:24 GMT -5
The backstage area of the UWL Battlestar arena is a chaotic hive of activity, with crew members rushing to and fro, tending to last-minute tasks and clearing equipment. The faint sounds of the crowd still echo from the arena, where the main event has just concluded.
Daron Smythe, the reigning UWL World Champion, sits on a metal folding chair, his championship belt resting on a table beside him. His body bears the brutal marks of the ladder match he has just survived—cuts, bruises, and a nasty gash on his forehead. The ringside physician, a stern-faced man with years of experience, is carefully stitching up the wound while Daron grits his teeth against the pain.
Sweat-soaked and breathing heavily, Daron's focus is unwavering as he stares ahead, replaying the match's events in his mind. The adrenaline still courses through his veins, mixing with the exhaustion that threatens to overtake him.
Suddenly, the bustling backstage atmosphere quiets slightly as Abby Jacobs, the UWL Reporter, steps into the makeshift medical area. With her microphone in hand and a camera crew trailing behind her, she approaches Daron, her expression a mix of concern and professionalism.
ABBY: Excuse me, Daron? (Abby begins, her voice cutting through the tension in the air.) I know you've just been through one of the most grueling matches in UWL history, but could we get a word about tonight's main event?
Daron looks up, meeting Abby's gaze with a steely determination. The stitches tug slightly at his skin, but he doesn't flinch. He adjusts the championship belt on the table, the symbol of his hard-fought victory, and nods, ready to recount the battle that has just unfolded in the heart of New Orleans.
DARON: I'm not sure one word could describe this main event - but one word can describe how I'm feeling right now - exhaustion. It has been the Summer of Smythe but you can't fill out your dance card without a few partners...
Cory Chevelle is the toughest son of a bitch I've ever been in the ring with. He was at the top of his game when he beat me, he might be getting distracted right now but I assure you, when focused, there's no one better, maybe ever. I brag about beating Cory because it's a god damn feather in the cap of anyone who can do it. You have to have the right combination of luck, skill, and timing to beat a guy like that. The thing is - while this is closing the book on this chapter, I know Cory will be back, stronger, hungrier, and meaner than ever. I'll be ready, I'll keep this title warm for you.
Jackson Burnside, as much as I will talk crap about the guy, is one of the cornerstone pieces of this company. When you look up the word "pro wrestler" in the dictionary, there should be a picture of Jackson Burnside as an example. He's one of those "airport guys", a dude who when you see him in walking in an airport, you might not know who he is, but you know he's a star. The guy has held every title in this place and I have no doubt he will be back in the world title picture soon.
Billy Danielson? Maybe it sounds like I'm gushing but he calls himself the Greatest of all Time, hell, I think everyone who has spent any time in this company knows he's the GOAT in the UWL. I'm busting my ass but I know I've still got work to do to get on that level. I'll keep working because I don't take this lightly. Yeah, you saw a look of fear in my eyes a few weeks back, in that moment I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep this belt away from you, especially in a scenario where four different men are climbing for a belt.
ABBY: Would you call this "giving them their flowers?"
DARON: Maybe, maybe that's what you can call it? But, I just want those guys to know that I appreciate what they've done. I respect them as competitors. I expect them to come back. I think any of them and maybe all of them to one day be World Champion again, but that day is not today, nor will it be the near future...
ABBY: Now, I have to ask about the elephant in the room...Cyrus Rinaldi...
DARON: Yeah...a real dummy. The problem I always had figuring out Cory Chevelle is we were so alike, so very alike personality-wise and story-wise, that I had a really hard time getting myself up for those matches. Here comes Cyrus Rinaldi, another guy who has endured nearly the same crap I have, but we are not following the same path like Cory and I did. Do I see some of myself in Cyrus? Sure. I wasn't trying to "atta boy" you, man. I've seen tons of people come and go in this place because they didn't get what they wanted fast enough. Like I said earlier, I know my dance card is going to be clear now and you seem like you're a pretty good dancing partner. Hell, I even respect you for doing whatever it takes to prove your point. But unlike me, there's an ere of desperation and a fragile ego because everything you do. I'm sure you don't want to wait in line, I'm sure you don't think highly of the TWN Championship, and really, I don't give a shit about any of that, Cyrus. I've been busting my ass for over two years making this place, making this title important again. Wanting the same things you do but knowing that this business, as much as we love it, doesn't owe us a god damn thing. I'll tell you this Cyrus, you've got my attention. I'll be seeing you soon...
ABBY: Thank you for your time...
Scene fades to black...
Daron Smythe, the reigning UWL World Champion, sits on a metal folding chair, his championship belt resting on a table beside him. His body bears the brutal marks of the ladder match he has just survived—cuts, bruises, and a nasty gash on his forehead. The ringside physician, a stern-faced man with years of experience, is carefully stitching up the wound while Daron grits his teeth against the pain.
Sweat-soaked and breathing heavily, Daron's focus is unwavering as he stares ahead, replaying the match's events in his mind. The adrenaline still courses through his veins, mixing with the exhaustion that threatens to overtake him.
Suddenly, the bustling backstage atmosphere quiets slightly as Abby Jacobs, the UWL Reporter, steps into the makeshift medical area. With her microphone in hand and a camera crew trailing behind her, she approaches Daron, her expression a mix of concern and professionalism.
ABBY: Excuse me, Daron? (Abby begins, her voice cutting through the tension in the air.) I know you've just been through one of the most grueling matches in UWL history, but could we get a word about tonight's main event?
Daron looks up, meeting Abby's gaze with a steely determination. The stitches tug slightly at his skin, but he doesn't flinch. He adjusts the championship belt on the table, the symbol of his hard-fought victory, and nods, ready to recount the battle that has just unfolded in the heart of New Orleans.
DARON: I'm not sure one word could describe this main event - but one word can describe how I'm feeling right now - exhaustion. It has been the Summer of Smythe but you can't fill out your dance card without a few partners...
Cory Chevelle is the toughest son of a bitch I've ever been in the ring with. He was at the top of his game when he beat me, he might be getting distracted right now but I assure you, when focused, there's no one better, maybe ever. I brag about beating Cory because it's a god damn feather in the cap of anyone who can do it. You have to have the right combination of luck, skill, and timing to beat a guy like that. The thing is - while this is closing the book on this chapter, I know Cory will be back, stronger, hungrier, and meaner than ever. I'll be ready, I'll keep this title warm for you.
Jackson Burnside, as much as I will talk crap about the guy, is one of the cornerstone pieces of this company. When you look up the word "pro wrestler" in the dictionary, there should be a picture of Jackson Burnside as an example. He's one of those "airport guys", a dude who when you see him in walking in an airport, you might not know who he is, but you know he's a star. The guy has held every title in this place and I have no doubt he will be back in the world title picture soon.
Billy Danielson? Maybe it sounds like I'm gushing but he calls himself the Greatest of all Time, hell, I think everyone who has spent any time in this company knows he's the GOAT in the UWL. I'm busting my ass but I know I've still got work to do to get on that level. I'll keep working because I don't take this lightly. Yeah, you saw a look of fear in my eyes a few weeks back, in that moment I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep this belt away from you, especially in a scenario where four different men are climbing for a belt.
ABBY: Would you call this "giving them their flowers?"
DARON: Maybe, maybe that's what you can call it? But, I just want those guys to know that I appreciate what they've done. I respect them as competitors. I expect them to come back. I think any of them and maybe all of them to one day be World Champion again, but that day is not today, nor will it be the near future...
ABBY: Now, I have to ask about the elephant in the room...Cyrus Rinaldi...
DARON: Yeah...a real dummy. The problem I always had figuring out Cory Chevelle is we were so alike, so very alike personality-wise and story-wise, that I had a really hard time getting myself up for those matches. Here comes Cyrus Rinaldi, another guy who has endured nearly the same crap I have, but we are not following the same path like Cory and I did. Do I see some of myself in Cyrus? Sure. I wasn't trying to "atta boy" you, man. I've seen tons of people come and go in this place because they didn't get what they wanted fast enough. Like I said earlier, I know my dance card is going to be clear now and you seem like you're a pretty good dancing partner. Hell, I even respect you for doing whatever it takes to prove your point. But unlike me, there's an ere of desperation and a fragile ego because everything you do. I'm sure you don't want to wait in line, I'm sure you don't think highly of the TWN Championship, and really, I don't give a shit about any of that, Cyrus. I've been busting my ass for over two years making this place, making this title important again. Wanting the same things you do but knowing that this business, as much as we love it, doesn't owe us a god damn thing. I'll tell you this Cyrus, you've got my attention. I'll be seeing you soon...
ABBY: Thank you for your time...
Scene fades to black...