Post by Res1 on Aug 15, 2021 21:10:35 GMT -5
Ian Dream, dressed in his usual silver-colored jacket over top his blue T-shirt with the white lightning bolt logo and his jeans over top his blue swim shorts, stands in the middle of a fancy hotel room. The walls are white and bare, there's a single bed with Ian's cellphone and a TV remote control on it, a dresser, a small closet, a chair by the window, as well as a TV mounted on the wall that’s turned off. Ian speaks confidently and clearly into a microphone that he holds in his left hand.
"Let's face it, it's getting harder and harder these days for people working under OCW. I am in the opening match of Under The Lights. It’s time that I talk to you directly, Crash Rodriguez. I love speaking to the OCW fans directly, but they already have seen the bigger picture. You see, Crash, they know...they know that Under The Lights is going to be history, you can count on that."
Ian paces back and forth around his hotel room as the lights above his silver colored dyed hair begin to flicker. Ian’s voice trembles at the first part of the next sentence.
"You’re going to beat my ass at Under The Lights but I don’t have to prove myself to you, Crash, that’s what’s so historic about what’s going on. I just need to pin you, one...two...three. That match would make history. All I need to do is one...two...three. For the time being, you've found yourself a little bit wealthier but OCW isn't changing for the better because of you. A few extra dollars in your pocket? No wonder they sent you. You represent them perfectly. I am representing The Golden Age. Thaddeus Duke became a reliable partner for me, ask me a month ago if I thought this was possible and I would have said 'no'. With my arrival at House of Cards, the landscape of this company has changed forever."
Ian paces more, the flickering of the hotel room’s lights become even more rapid with his pacing.
"Everything you could ever dream of, I’ve done better than you ever could. It is here where I truly learned to embrace who I was. This isn't about OCW vs The Golden Age. This isn't about OCW at all. This isn't about NFW either. This is about me. As fun as this is for me, it’s really all about you. Under The Lights is the pay-per-view name on the marquee. I had this dream since I was a child, like you I had a family, testing myself against the best got me through. Everyone knows how much punishment that I can take and never quit. All I need is one...two...three, and you're the biggest failure in OCW history! YOU have to shine! All I need is one...two...three. I’m going to go back to my hotel room. I’m going to have burgers and prime steak for dinner. I’m going to take a splash in the pool that’s a block away. I might even have gold-plated pancakes for breakfast."
Ian stops his pacing which has caused marks on the hotel room’s floor.
"When you’re laying on your back at the end of the night, you’re going to realize that while this might seem like a golden opportunity for you now, it’s not. You’ve been gifted the opportunity to prove that you are better than me for the first time. Can you take this opportunity and capitalize?"
Ian pauses for a moment.
"Because this is the start of The Golden Age."
Ian cranes his neck upward to stare up from under the lights in his hotel room. The lights go out as the scene fades to black.
"Been waiting ages for that to happen…"
Off camera
In the darkness of the hotel room, Ian's cellphone buzzes with a reminder to head to the pool down the block. Ian has made a habit of heading down to the pool down that's down the block ever since he got hired by OCW and saw the pool while on his way to the hotel. Every day, before he even stepped foot in an OCW ring, Ian would swim a couple laps in the Olympic-size pool to train his cardio.
Ian puts his mic down on his dresser. Glancing over at his blue duffle bag in the hotel's closet before getting up, Ian unzipped the blue duffle bag slightly to check if his towels were still in it before zipping it back up and slinging it over the right shoulder of his slim frame.
Walking out of his until hotel room, Ian headed to the pool in order to continue his training in hopes of achieving the desired result in his OCW debut and maintain his perfect physique.
"Let's face it, it's getting harder and harder these days for people working under OCW. I am in the opening match of Under The Lights. It’s time that I talk to you directly, Crash Rodriguez. I love speaking to the OCW fans directly, but they already have seen the bigger picture. You see, Crash, they know...they know that Under The Lights is going to be history, you can count on that."
Ian paces back and forth around his hotel room as the lights above his silver colored dyed hair begin to flicker. Ian’s voice trembles at the first part of the next sentence.
"You’re going to beat my ass at Under The Lights but I don’t have to prove myself to you, Crash, that’s what’s so historic about what’s going on. I just need to pin you, one...two...three. That match would make history. All I need to do is one...two...three. For the time being, you've found yourself a little bit wealthier but OCW isn't changing for the better because of you. A few extra dollars in your pocket? No wonder they sent you. You represent them perfectly. I am representing The Golden Age. Thaddeus Duke became a reliable partner for me, ask me a month ago if I thought this was possible and I would have said 'no'. With my arrival at House of Cards, the landscape of this company has changed forever."
Ian paces more, the flickering of the hotel room’s lights become even more rapid with his pacing.
"Everything you could ever dream of, I’ve done better than you ever could. It is here where I truly learned to embrace who I was. This isn't about OCW vs The Golden Age. This isn't about OCW at all. This isn't about NFW either. This is about me. As fun as this is for me, it’s really all about you. Under The Lights is the pay-per-view name on the marquee. I had this dream since I was a child, like you I had a family, testing myself against the best got me through. Everyone knows how much punishment that I can take and never quit. All I need is one...two...three, and you're the biggest failure in OCW history! YOU have to shine! All I need is one...two...three. I’m going to go back to my hotel room. I’m going to have burgers and prime steak for dinner. I’m going to take a splash in the pool that’s a block away. I might even have gold-plated pancakes for breakfast."
Ian stops his pacing which has caused marks on the hotel room’s floor.
"When you’re laying on your back at the end of the night, you’re going to realize that while this might seem like a golden opportunity for you now, it’s not. You’ve been gifted the opportunity to prove that you are better than me for the first time. Can you take this opportunity and capitalize?"
Ian pauses for a moment.
"Because this is the start of The Golden Age."
Ian cranes his neck upward to stare up from under the lights in his hotel room. The lights go out as the scene fades to black.
"Been waiting ages for that to happen…"
Off camera
In the darkness of the hotel room, Ian's cellphone buzzes with a reminder to head to the pool down the block. Ian has made a habit of heading down to the pool down that's down the block ever since he got hired by OCW and saw the pool while on his way to the hotel. Every day, before he even stepped foot in an OCW ring, Ian would swim a couple laps in the Olympic-size pool to train his cardio.
Ian puts his mic down on his dresser. Glancing over at his blue duffle bag in the hotel's closet before getting up, Ian unzipped the blue duffle bag slightly to check if his towels were still in it before zipping it back up and slinging it over the right shoulder of his slim frame.
Walking out of his until hotel room, Ian headed to the pool in order to continue his training in hopes of achieving the desired result in his OCW debut and maintain his perfect physique.