Post by Avery Miles III on Mar 27, 2018 13:01:14 GMT -5
Avery: 711 Key Street. VFW Post 9709. I can remember wrestling some early shows here. Showing up at seven in the morning to setup chairs and the ring. What a ring it was. The canvas was stiff, and the boards had enough bounce to make me worry that one would break and the ring would cave. Climbing onto the corner, I was afraid of hitting the low hanging ceiling because it was so low. The water always had a weird color to it, but the fans? The fans, wow. The fans were the best. Whether there were a dozen of them or it was packed to capacity with nearly a hundred of them. It was a great place, and hearing them cheer or boo you was the greatest feeling. You knew what sort of impact you were making without having to second guess it. Being whipped into a metal barricade and close enough with the fans to eat a bite of their stale nachos, sometimes I miss those days.
Avery Miles III stands outside of the chain link fence that is up when the place is closed. He is dressed down; a white t-shirt and some jeans. Black boots. And a pair of sunglasses on top of his head. This was not a fancy set up by any stretch of the imagination. It was one close to his heart, and one that would get his point across.
Avery: Since NGW returned as Redemption Wrestling, I have not been myself. The difference between who I was in NGW before… the success in Indy Pro… and now being inducted as a Guerreros of Lucha Hall of Famer. That is all great, but for me New Generation Wrestling is home. It is where I won my first major singles title, known then as the NGW Marquee Championship. And then add to that the NGW Tag Team Championship and the IPW Heritage Championship. Being the first ever Silver Triple Crown winner is a great honor, but I want to do so much more. I battled the liked of Karin James and Dead Eye early on in my career. I lost my way for so long and it all started to be realized when I got hurt last year. I not only was injured physically but mentally. I focused on me, and my health. Alechs helped me to get through it. And then connecting with Serenity further helped me recover. I slowly am getting back onto my path to reclaim my glory, and that is exactly why I accepted the open challenge, Johnny. I always felt like I owed NGW and Devlin so much for getting my career going, and this is exactly that opportunity. This is a chance to work to make myself known along with some of the top names in the game. It has been too long that I have been floundering, wondering what my next big match is going to be. Not thought about for title matches, not even considered a true bigger name. I have to have the faith in myself to get better… to improve. To be taken seriously. Winning the NGW Championship would be huge for me. I know it is an uphill battle. I have scraped the bottom of the barrel since coming back. I dealt with people like Gray Malone and Travis Blake. And it started out so good; I beat the San Francisco Miracle Rayven Hardy. The chosen one to many, I showed her exactly who I was. And I have to capitalize on that. But that is changing, now.
Avery turns his back to the camera and puts his hands on the fence. He just stares in. The parking lot is in dire need of repairs; potholes and overgrown weeds. The building itself is in poor condition as Avery just looks on.
Avery: I moved back to Georgia to come back to my roots. To start my family. I help those that live where I have lived. Moving the wrestling school here was important to me. And it is going to be on me to help make this hall a great place again. It has seen better days, but I am going to help to restore it to its glory. Perhaps I use my students to start putting shows on here? Showing them how it was when I was getting in the game. Breaking my back setting up the ring. Getting dressed in a cramped locker room that was not designed to even house that many people. Trying to eat whatever terrible food to give me the energy to setup, wrestle, and tear down. It was such a poor quality of life, but it was also one of my happiest times.
Avery turns back towards the camera and smiles. He was reaching that happiness again. Friends were back in his life. His wife was two and a half months away from giving birth to twins. And he had a chance in London to make the impact that he desperately needed.
Avery: I am not going to talk any sort of smack. You’ve dealt enough of that with Kayla. I said it on Twitter and I will say it again. I will shake your hand before the match begins. I will shake it once the match ends, win or loss. But between the bells, I will give you one hell of a fight. I am going to do all in my power to win. No cheating. No cutting corner. No working the system. Plain and simple, a fair fight. I might not be the man I was two years ago, but I am not the man that turned his back on his friends either. I am still learning who I am. Husband. Father. Friend. Brother. Avery Miles III. I intend on being the best version of me that people have ever seen. I wish you the best of luck, Maverick. And I will see you in London.
With that, Avery runs his hand along the chain link fence as he walks off camera with the final moments fixed on the poor quality VFW Post sign on the gate.
