Post by Avery Miles III on Jan 17, 2017 23:08:24 GMT -5
008 * Hecho en California
Scene 001
Grand Hyatt Fukuoka
Fukuoka, Japan
01/17/2017
*Avery Miles III is up late at night. He cannot sleep well, and the bed is being hogged by a certain little blond haired girl. Brooklyn Miles, his daughter, takes up a king size bed all by herself. It amazes Avery and yet he does not mind it either. On a Japan Tour with Redemption Wrestling, Avery was visited by Brooklyn thanks to the kindness of a friend to fly over with his little girl. His wife, Taylor, was too pregnant to make the trip unfortunately. He sits on the balcony of his hotel overlooking the city. Bright neon lights light up the street.*
While I have not found my clear footing in Redemption, I have begun to lead Guerreros of Lucha from 2016 into 2017. Not only have I won the Super Falcon Cup, but I won the Rey de Reyes Championship and have successfully defended it. Part of Match of the Year. Guerrero of the Year. And one of the two booker’s choice of the year. All things are coming up AM3, and I intend on making 2017 no different. And it begins with the man known as El Gran Jefe Rosario.
*Avery stands up and leans over the railing*
I’ve accomplished so much in 2016, but 2017 is a brand new year to start things off at the highest point from the beginning. Another title defense is the goal, and I will not accept any less. I am tired of getting zero respect as people continue to come after me. And knowing that when I beat Rosario, I get to defend a worth challenge in Acido; it excites me. I already have put to rest the “legend” that is Nirvana. I beat a worthy opponent in Amy Jo Smyth. And I beat the previous champion, La Cucaracha, to start my reign.
Rosario will be the next in a line of defenses as I plan on giving my all to defend the title. I have done it from the very beginning and I continue to do so. There is no one that wants it as bad as I do. And I remain as hungry as I did from the beginning. It is a never ending hunger that I continue to feed with wins. No matter who it is; as Lucha puts opponents in front of me, I make them lose inside of that squared circle.
*Avery takes in a deep breath*
I might be made in California, but my talents were developed in Mexico.
Scene 002
Somewhere in Southern California
FLASHBACK
*Avery Miles III is making the long five hour drive from one high school gym to another. He is honing his craft, and cutting his teeth as much as he can. Leaving college, he had dedicated himself to professional wrestling. The three and a half hour from Twentynine Palms, California to Campo, California on the Mexico border was a first for Avery. The show in Palms finished after eleven at night, and it was going to be a long night for Avery. He did not hit the road until one in the morning and had to make a noon show the next day in Campo.
Avery’s drive was fueled by Red Bull and beef jerky. The indulgences of champions. Avery was trying to find his place in Southern Cali, and would flip between being a babyface closer to home and more of a heel when in or near Mexico. His time wrestling in Mexico City was over, but he often would travel still across to Tijuana for small shows. He had tried to establish himself across California. Wrestling anywhere from the opening match for the night, to the Main Event. He would have to set up the ring or set up chair. Afterwards, taking them back down and even cleaning. He was barely paid enough to cover gas, and would sleep in his car. The life was not one that most people would choose, but it chose Avery and he had the bug. He had it bad. Radio was hard to get across the remote areas between the bigger cities, so Avery would throw in whatever random CD he picked up for peanuts at a Goodwill. The music was a mix of Southern Rock, late 80’s RAP, and some great 90’s alternative. He had popped in a cd that ended up being some rock band that never hit it big, but man could they wail on the guitar.
The temperatures in California dipped down into the 40s during this time of year. Avery would crank up the heat, but to make sure to stay awake, he would roll the windows down as well. He would belt out whatever the lyrics were, or what he thought they were, at the top of his lungs. Gone were the days of being in High School wishing that he was still with Taylor. She was out of his life, or so he thought. He and Zoe had married not too long after high school. Many people thought it was a bit quickly after school, but they had been together for a long while. What most people did not know is that Avery has gotten Zoe pregnant. They rushed together to have a wedding, and by the time she lost the pregnancy at eight weeks, there was too much in motion to step away from it all. Zoe never fully support Avery’s career, but dealt with it. From the outside, Avery had everything that people could wish for. And yet, internally, he fought his own demons.
Passing billboards on a long stretch of highway, Avery would play with death as he nodded off. His car lead itself into the other lane. Headlights off in the distance could be seen, but Avery was nodding off. His mind wandered off into dreamland as he thought about Taylor. What had she been up to? Where had she been? Would she have supported him, instead of Zoe?
The loud, blaring horn of an oncoming semi-truck woke Avery out of it as he grabbed the wheel and swerved off the road to avoid the accident as he nearly hit a light pole. Slamming on his brakes, he came to a complete stop as he tried to gain his composure. He was surely awake now. He listening to the song playing on the radio. It was the same song that he remembered last as he dozed off. But he was quite a bit aways down the road. Had he fallen asleep and woke up during the same song? Or had the entire CD played through and Avery was back on the same song the second time through?
Up ahead was a pull off, and Avery knew it was for the best to grab a little bit of shut eye. He pulled off and into a spot, shutting the car off. Tonight could have been the worst night of his life, but an angel had saved him*
Scene 001
Grand Hyatt Fukuoka
Fukuoka, Japan
01/17/2017
Chapter Ocho: Made In Mexico. You and I will fight it out for the Rey de Reyes Title. I have put in my blood, sweat, and tears into this sport. Into this company. For this title. You come out and make a challenge to me like I am going to be scared?
The long nights of driving just to get my name out there. I am risk everything, including my own life. Putting it all on the line for what? A championship?
*He shakes his head no*
For glory. For my own legacy.
You think that I am going to defeat a legend like Nirvana and then lose to a man that calls himself the “Big Boss”? Never. I have worked too hard. And I have put in too much time to let up now. There will be no hangover for this champion. No giving up. No easy route. I will fight you like I fight each and every one of my opponents. Like the match is my last. I might not be the same bright eyed and bushy tailed young pup I once was. I’ve hardened. Found a little edge. And I’ve learned to put opponents away when I have the chance.
No second chances for them. No comebacks for them. I put them down before they have a chance to reach out the bite the hand that feeds. The hand that raises the Rey de Reyes Title.
La Cucaracha might have been the first champion.
But I am THE champion.
The champion that matters.
The champion that will defeat those in front of him.
The champion that this company needs.
Scene 001
Grand Hyatt Fukuoka
Fukuoka, Japan
01/17/2017
*Avery Miles III is up late at night. He cannot sleep well, and the bed is being hogged by a certain little blond haired girl. Brooklyn Miles, his daughter, takes up a king size bed all by herself. It amazes Avery and yet he does not mind it either. On a Japan Tour with Redemption Wrestling, Avery was visited by Brooklyn thanks to the kindness of a friend to fly over with his little girl. His wife, Taylor, was too pregnant to make the trip unfortunately. He sits on the balcony of his hotel overlooking the city. Bright neon lights light up the street.*
While I have not found my clear footing in Redemption, I have begun to lead Guerreros of Lucha from 2016 into 2017. Not only have I won the Super Falcon Cup, but I won the Rey de Reyes Championship and have successfully defended it. Part of Match of the Year. Guerrero of the Year. And one of the two booker’s choice of the year. All things are coming up AM3, and I intend on making 2017 no different. And it begins with the man known as El Gran Jefe Rosario.
*Avery stands up and leans over the railing*
I’ve accomplished so much in 2016, but 2017 is a brand new year to start things off at the highest point from the beginning. Another title defense is the goal, and I will not accept any less. I am tired of getting zero respect as people continue to come after me. And knowing that when I beat Rosario, I get to defend a worth challenge in Acido; it excites me. I already have put to rest the “legend” that is Nirvana. I beat a worthy opponent in Amy Jo Smyth. And I beat the previous champion, La Cucaracha, to start my reign.
Rosario will be the next in a line of defenses as I plan on giving my all to defend the title. I have done it from the very beginning and I continue to do so. There is no one that wants it as bad as I do. And I remain as hungry as I did from the beginning. It is a never ending hunger that I continue to feed with wins. No matter who it is; as Lucha puts opponents in front of me, I make them lose inside of that squared circle.
*Avery takes in a deep breath*
I might be made in California, but my talents were developed in Mexico.
Scene 002
Somewhere in Southern California
FLASHBACK
*Avery Miles III is making the long five hour drive from one high school gym to another. He is honing his craft, and cutting his teeth as much as he can. Leaving college, he had dedicated himself to professional wrestling. The three and a half hour from Twentynine Palms, California to Campo, California on the Mexico border was a first for Avery. The show in Palms finished after eleven at night, and it was going to be a long night for Avery. He did not hit the road until one in the morning and had to make a noon show the next day in Campo.
Avery’s drive was fueled by Red Bull and beef jerky. The indulgences of champions. Avery was trying to find his place in Southern Cali, and would flip between being a babyface closer to home and more of a heel when in or near Mexico. His time wrestling in Mexico City was over, but he often would travel still across to Tijuana for small shows. He had tried to establish himself across California. Wrestling anywhere from the opening match for the night, to the Main Event. He would have to set up the ring or set up chair. Afterwards, taking them back down and even cleaning. He was barely paid enough to cover gas, and would sleep in his car. The life was not one that most people would choose, but it chose Avery and he had the bug. He had it bad. Radio was hard to get across the remote areas between the bigger cities, so Avery would throw in whatever random CD he picked up for peanuts at a Goodwill. The music was a mix of Southern Rock, late 80’s RAP, and some great 90’s alternative. He had popped in a cd that ended up being some rock band that never hit it big, but man could they wail on the guitar.
The temperatures in California dipped down into the 40s during this time of year. Avery would crank up the heat, but to make sure to stay awake, he would roll the windows down as well. He would belt out whatever the lyrics were, or what he thought they were, at the top of his lungs. Gone were the days of being in High School wishing that he was still with Taylor. She was out of his life, or so he thought. He and Zoe had married not too long after high school. Many people thought it was a bit quickly after school, but they had been together for a long while. What most people did not know is that Avery has gotten Zoe pregnant. They rushed together to have a wedding, and by the time she lost the pregnancy at eight weeks, there was too much in motion to step away from it all. Zoe never fully support Avery’s career, but dealt with it. From the outside, Avery had everything that people could wish for. And yet, internally, he fought his own demons.
Passing billboards on a long stretch of highway, Avery would play with death as he nodded off. His car lead itself into the other lane. Headlights off in the distance could be seen, but Avery was nodding off. His mind wandered off into dreamland as he thought about Taylor. What had she been up to? Where had she been? Would she have supported him, instead of Zoe?
The loud, blaring horn of an oncoming semi-truck woke Avery out of it as he grabbed the wheel and swerved off the road to avoid the accident as he nearly hit a light pole. Slamming on his brakes, he came to a complete stop as he tried to gain his composure. He was surely awake now. He listening to the song playing on the radio. It was the same song that he remembered last as he dozed off. But he was quite a bit aways down the road. Had he fallen asleep and woke up during the same song? Or had the entire CD played through and Avery was back on the same song the second time through?
Up ahead was a pull off, and Avery knew it was for the best to grab a little bit of shut eye. He pulled off and into a spot, shutting the car off. Tonight could have been the worst night of his life, but an angel had saved him*
Scene 001
Grand Hyatt Fukuoka
Fukuoka, Japan
01/17/2017
Chapter Ocho: Made In Mexico. You and I will fight it out for the Rey de Reyes Title. I have put in my blood, sweat, and tears into this sport. Into this company. For this title. You come out and make a challenge to me like I am going to be scared?
The long nights of driving just to get my name out there. I am risk everything, including my own life. Putting it all on the line for what? A championship?
*He shakes his head no*
For glory. For my own legacy.
You think that I am going to defeat a legend like Nirvana and then lose to a man that calls himself the “Big Boss”? Never. I have worked too hard. And I have put in too much time to let up now. There will be no hangover for this champion. No giving up. No easy route. I will fight you like I fight each and every one of my opponents. Like the match is my last. I might not be the same bright eyed and bushy tailed young pup I once was. I’ve hardened. Found a little edge. And I’ve learned to put opponents away when I have the chance.
No second chances for them. No comebacks for them. I put them down before they have a chance to reach out the bite the hand that feeds. The hand that raises the Rey de Reyes Title.
La Cucaracha might have been the first champion.
But I am THE champion.
The champion that matters.
The champion that will defeat those in front of him.
The champion that this company needs.
