Post by Avery Miles III on Nov 11, 2017 10:57:45 GMT -5
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Location: New Orleans, LA
When: November 11th, 2017
Avery Miles III stands inside of an empty arena as the crew begin to set up the floor, ring, barricades, and chairs. Avery is dressed in a flannel button up, dark jeans, and a pair of tan boots. He looks around the arena, taking in the sights. The camera follows along the entrance ramp leading down to the ring as it pulls into focus on Avery.
Avery: New Orleans. The Big Easy. NOLA. A city that has been through so much, and a city that has a history. A legacy of its own. Surviving through Hurricane Katrina. Rebuilding the city. Hell, even the Saints winning the Super Bowl meant so much to this city. Long has New Orleans been a place on the Gulf full of ghost stories of Voodoo, Mardi Gras, and Cajun life. But its legacy means so much more than the Hype.
Avery walks slowly over towards the first row of seats. They are a dark blue color, part of the paint scheme of the New Orleans Pelicans. Avery runs his hand across it, getting the feel of the place.
Avery: I saw what you had to say, Trixie. And to think, I thought we were better than that. I thought you and I shared a friendship. Instead of focusing on your own legacy, you just wanted to hype your own accolades outside of the company. I mean, it’s fair to mention something here or there. Name drop a title. Perhaps a former opponent. But you talk the same inflated game that everyone has does. That you will take me down at the knee.
Avery shakes his head. He offers a smirk.
Avery: As you know, I owned a house in Vegas. And the school. But Vegas? Vegas is a hype city. Flash. Lights. Glitter. It is not the soul of the Earth type of city. Oh I know it is rich in history, but it banks upon the hype of casinos, money, and sin. New Orleans? That is history. That is such legacy. A city that has existed. A city nearly torn apart. A city that was rebuilt.
Avery sucks in his cheek and he pauses for a few seconds leaving a silence, before he continues.
Avery: That is the difference between us. You are hype. I am legacy. I have followed in the footsteps of my father and grand father. I have a rich history of this. You? You waitressed before, I believe Devlin said. What would a waitress want to wrestle for? I mean, you’ve been successful obviously. We’ve tagged before, and even trained. But to think that you are the favorite in this match? You spout out these opponents and titles like they even mean something. You hype up yourself like a fast talking part of a fighter’s crew. Me? I state facts. I state what I’ve done, lately. I state my plans. I state what I am going to do to you. And that is beat you. I know, cliched… right? But so is hyping yourself. Have you even fought for a heavyweight or world title before? Oh wait… the EWC Indy Champion. Known as the Prime Championship before. The best title on Prime… which is an independent company. NGW? This is the big time. We don’t play around with clowns here.
Avery snarls towards the camera a little, showing at how he was slightly annoyed by her as a matter of fact opinion on her defeating him inside of the ring.
Avery: And an Ultraviolent Championship? Cool, you can use weapons to defeat your weapons. For me? My talent, skill, and athleticism is my weapon. I do not need to rely on steel chairs, barbed wire, or kendo sticks to prove myself. Again.. The hype is there…. But what of the Legacy? I mean yeah…. I get that things in Guerreros of Lucha are a bit outside of the normal box. Some odd things happen there, but let’s venture into my own history since you wanted to mention collecting. I have collected championships, too. In IPW, I won the Heritage Title. Ask Jenson how that match went. In NGW, I held both the tags and the Marquee. Ask Levi how that match went. I’ve fought and beat some of the best. Ask Alex Jones. Ask Rayven Hardy. Two former world champion. You want to hype yourself up but leave yourself so blind to the fact that I am more than you realize I am. And no, I am not downplaying what you’ve done. The thing is, right now...
Avery holds his hand out at his stomach.
Avery: You are here. Toiled with some titles. Play a little ladies football. And doll yourself up with the boss.
He raises his hand hand to the top of his head.
Avery: I am here. I am focused. I train. I’ve got legacy and history to back it. And I do not need to state over and over again what I’ve done. You wanted to give me a little history, so I offered the same to show you how easy two can play that game. The difference between you and I is that you need to work at this, and you try to do other things as well. Me? I focus on this sport. I run a school, for this sport. I hosted a charity event, for this sport. I took myself out of my element and headed down to Mexico to further understand the psychology and methodology of an entirely different aspect of… yes…. This sport.
Avery releases his hands at his sides.
Avery: You want to play up calling men sweetie. You want to try to mentor these young bucks. You also want to try to throw shade at me? Someone that is a supposed friend. That is fine. I can throw is back two-fold. What happened when Rayven Hardy tried to call me out? She lost. The San Francisco Miracle met me inside of the ring, and I showed to the world that I am in the game of doing what I do and not listening into the hype. I never believed Miles Blake’s hype. And I do not believe yours.
When: November 11th, 2017
Avery Miles III stands inside of an empty arena as the crew begin to set up the floor, ring, barricades, and chairs. Avery is dressed in a flannel button up, dark jeans, and a pair of tan boots. He looks around the arena, taking in the sights. The camera follows along the entrance ramp leading down to the ring as it pulls into focus on Avery.
Avery: New Orleans. The Big Easy. NOLA. A city that has been through so much, and a city that has a history. A legacy of its own. Surviving through Hurricane Katrina. Rebuilding the city. Hell, even the Saints winning the Super Bowl meant so much to this city. Long has New Orleans been a place on the Gulf full of ghost stories of Voodoo, Mardi Gras, and Cajun life. But its legacy means so much more than the Hype.
Avery walks slowly over towards the first row of seats. They are a dark blue color, part of the paint scheme of the New Orleans Pelicans. Avery runs his hand across it, getting the feel of the place.
Avery: I saw what you had to say, Trixie. And to think, I thought we were better than that. I thought you and I shared a friendship. Instead of focusing on your own legacy, you just wanted to hype your own accolades outside of the company. I mean, it’s fair to mention something here or there. Name drop a title. Perhaps a former opponent. But you talk the same inflated game that everyone has does. That you will take me down at the knee.
Avery shakes his head. He offers a smirk.
Avery: As you know, I owned a house in Vegas. And the school. But Vegas? Vegas is a hype city. Flash. Lights. Glitter. It is not the soul of the Earth type of city. Oh I know it is rich in history, but it banks upon the hype of casinos, money, and sin. New Orleans? That is history. That is such legacy. A city that has existed. A city nearly torn apart. A city that was rebuilt.
Avery sucks in his cheek and he pauses for a few seconds leaving a silence, before he continues.
Avery: That is the difference between us. You are hype. I am legacy. I have followed in the footsteps of my father and grand father. I have a rich history of this. You? You waitressed before, I believe Devlin said. What would a waitress want to wrestle for? I mean, you’ve been successful obviously. We’ve tagged before, and even trained. But to think that you are the favorite in this match? You spout out these opponents and titles like they even mean something. You hype up yourself like a fast talking part of a fighter’s crew. Me? I state facts. I state what I’ve done, lately. I state my plans. I state what I am going to do to you. And that is beat you. I know, cliched… right? But so is hyping yourself. Have you even fought for a heavyweight or world title before? Oh wait… the EWC Indy Champion. Known as the Prime Championship before. The best title on Prime… which is an independent company. NGW? This is the big time. We don’t play around with clowns here.
Avery snarls towards the camera a little, showing at how he was slightly annoyed by her as a matter of fact opinion on her defeating him inside of the ring.
Avery: And an Ultraviolent Championship? Cool, you can use weapons to defeat your weapons. For me? My talent, skill, and athleticism is my weapon. I do not need to rely on steel chairs, barbed wire, or kendo sticks to prove myself. Again.. The hype is there…. But what of the Legacy? I mean yeah…. I get that things in Guerreros of Lucha are a bit outside of the normal box. Some odd things happen there, but let’s venture into my own history since you wanted to mention collecting. I have collected championships, too. In IPW, I won the Heritage Title. Ask Jenson how that match went. In NGW, I held both the tags and the Marquee. Ask Levi how that match went. I’ve fought and beat some of the best. Ask Alex Jones. Ask Rayven Hardy. Two former world champion. You want to hype yourself up but leave yourself so blind to the fact that I am more than you realize I am. And no, I am not downplaying what you’ve done. The thing is, right now...
Avery holds his hand out at his stomach.
Avery: You are here. Toiled with some titles. Play a little ladies football. And doll yourself up with the boss.
He raises his hand hand to the top of his head.
Avery: I am here. I am focused. I train. I’ve got legacy and history to back it. And I do not need to state over and over again what I’ve done. You wanted to give me a little history, so I offered the same to show you how easy two can play that game. The difference between you and I is that you need to work at this, and you try to do other things as well. Me? I focus on this sport. I run a school, for this sport. I hosted a charity event, for this sport. I took myself out of my element and headed down to Mexico to further understand the psychology and methodology of an entirely different aspect of… yes…. This sport.
Avery releases his hands at his sides.
Avery: You want to play up calling men sweetie. You want to try to mentor these young bucks. You also want to try to throw shade at me? Someone that is a supposed friend. That is fine. I can throw is back two-fold. What happened when Rayven Hardy tried to call me out? She lost. The San Francisco Miracle met me inside of the ring, and I showed to the world that I am in the game of doing what I do and not listening into the hype. I never believed Miles Blake’s hype. And I do not believe yours.
