Post by Avery Miles III on May 17, 2017 14:46:36 GMT -5
“A barbed wire match. That is the setting ahead of me next weekend to win back MY Rey de Reyes Championship. A championship that was taken from me from a man that could not find a chance to beat a healthy Avery Miles III. But instead he had to find me exhausted and worn out after yet another successful title defense. What a true coward. But… winning back my title will be that much more sweet.”
Avery sits on the stairs of his home. The scene is at dusk, and it is eerily quiet. The usual suspects around the home seem to be gone as something seems to be different for Avery.
“They say that it is better to have loved and lost, then never have lost at all. Winning the championship was like that. I had a great run with it. And showed exactly what a true leader in this company needs to look like. And at Chapter Once: UNO! DOS! TRES! I plan on taking what is rightfully mine, back. I do not plan on ending my little connection with the Rey de Reyes Championship. And I know that for Guerreros of Lucha’s sake, they do not want me to be too far away from it either. I have made this company greater than it was. Look at the eyes that are on the Super Falcon Cup this year compared to last year. The publicity from me winning the Cup and going on to win the title helped to bring in new names to the company. Where were all of these people last year? Not here. It was my own run that helped the company. So you all can thank me later.”
He says with a smirk. As the sun sets the silence of the neighborhood sets in. Sets of headlights shine on the road as they pass by the home of Miles.
“It has been a long road to this point, and if Sawtooth thinks that he got one over on me permanently he is far from mistaken. And don’t come out saying that this sort of match favors him or whatever. Go back and have a look at all of my Lucha matches. I’ve been put through the ringer before. I’ve put my body on the line, and have no issues doing it. I am leaving the arena with the title around my waist. Not you. No ifs, ands, or buts.
Avery sits on the stairs of his home. The scene is at dusk, and it is eerily quiet. The usual suspects around the home seem to be gone as something seems to be different for Avery.
“They say that it is better to have loved and lost, then never have lost at all. Winning the championship was like that. I had a great run with it. And showed exactly what a true leader in this company needs to look like. And at Chapter Once: UNO! DOS! TRES! I plan on taking what is rightfully mine, back. I do not plan on ending my little connection with the Rey de Reyes Championship. And I know that for Guerreros of Lucha’s sake, they do not want me to be too far away from it either. I have made this company greater than it was. Look at the eyes that are on the Super Falcon Cup this year compared to last year. The publicity from me winning the Cup and going on to win the title helped to bring in new names to the company. Where were all of these people last year? Not here. It was my own run that helped the company. So you all can thank me later.”
He says with a smirk. As the sun sets the silence of the neighborhood sets in. Sets of headlights shine on the road as they pass by the home of Miles.
“It has been a long road to this point, and if Sawtooth thinks that he got one over on me permanently he is far from mistaken. And don’t come out saying that this sort of match favors him or whatever. Go back and have a look at all of my Lucha matches. I’ve been put through the ringer before. I’ve put my body on the line, and have no issues doing it. I am leaving the arena with the title around my waist. Not you. No ifs, ands, or buts.
