Post by Avery Miles III on Feb 2, 2017 6:59:54 GMT -5
011 * Dark Side of Me
Scene 001
Coachella Valley Buick GMC
Indio, California
04/07/2015
FLASHBACK
OFF CAMERA
*Avery Miles III and his then wife, Zoe, were browsing cars. With Avery looking to sign with a bigger company in the coming months, Zoe would need to reliable car to get her to and from work. Avery would take on some cross country driving between some of the larger independents, and it was only fair that she had a car. Avery and Zoe, hand-in-hand, would walk the lot as a salesman ran some numbers. Hoping to get something decent under fifty thousand miles, the salesman approached them with a big smile as they checked out a Graphite Grey Metallic Buick Verano.*
Salesman: She’s a beaut. Leather interior. Fog lights. 18 inch alloys. 2.4 Ecotec direct-inject. Six speed auto trans. All the bells and whistles.
Avery: Like we can afford that-
Salesman: Actually, you were approved for it. I got the payments where you wanted for a used one, and all that I need is a signature and it is yours.
*Avery looks to Zoe*
Zoe: Really? I love it. Avery!
Avery: Well, you heard the lady. How safe is the cart?
Salesman: 5 Stars NHTSA safety rating.
*Zoe grabs Avery, and hugs him close.*
Zoe: I love you.
Avery: I love you, too.
*Avery smiles as they head inside. An hour later and plenty of ink dried, they drove away in a new car.*
Scene 002
Indio, California
12/22/2015
FLASHBACK
OFF CAMERA
*Avery miles iii is sitting on a curb in a rural area. There are no street lights except for those in the distance. Few cars drive by. And when they do they illuminate broken amber and red reflectors and body parts strewn across the grass lining the street. A sign reads golf center parkway with another sign reading to turn right for Interstate 10. This is the scene where the wife and unborn child of avery miles iii was hit and killed. All that is left are broken pieces of both cars and body parts left behind. Avery's face is buried in his hands and a large black hood is pulled over his head. There is a slight rain and a cool breeze. A few deep breaths and avery pulls the hood back and bloodshot eyes can be seen.*
Avery: Heart. A five letter word. One syllable. A word so minimalistic but it means so much. Not only is it the major organ in a person's body... Pumping blood through your veins, but it is also a representation for love. I lost the love of my life. Where does that leave Avery Miles? Alone. Broken. Not whole. And yet I need to continue on. If I do not move forward and remain stationary, I will have to deal with the pain, the remorse, the guilt. I know that I am not to blame, but I still take the guilt for the death. The destruction. Christmas will be a solemn day of memories of what could have been. What should have been. What may have been. Going through this process has made me question myself... Question what I am doing... And question what exactly my plans are. The one thing that has been a constant is this business. It is the one thing that I have left. It is the only thing that remains. It is the one thing that keeps me going. I have nothing more to lose. I am a man on a mission. You may think that I am trying to replace the whole in my heart with a victory. With a title. Running or hiding from what happened. Trying to forget it. And you would be right. Why would a man dwell on the past?. Why dwell on such tragic things?. I will deal with them on my own terms. On my own time. And in the end I am sure that they will send ripples through my life, more than they have already. But for now, my focus is on my business because that is the only thing that I have going for me today. My profession. My life. My heart. It is the one piece that is not broken. It gives me some semblance of a real life.
*On the ground, Graphite Grey Metallic broken paint chips and steel body parts. Hit from the side, her lifeless body has to be pried out of the car with the jaws of life. It was no use. She lost too much blood. She never even made it out of the car alive. The car that was supposed to hold up… just didn’t hold up enough.*
Scene 003
Yokohama Marine Tower
Yokohama, Japan
02/02/2017
ON CAMERA
The tallest lighthouse in the world.
*The camera pulls back, showing the alternating green and red of the 348 foot tall Yokohama Marine Tower.*
A sight to see. And yet, being on this trip of Japan I only want to be home with my family. It was nice spending some time with Brooklyn, but unfortunately she had to get back to her mom. I travel here on my own as those around me share their travel plans with their friends or significant others. Devlin has Trixie; and Alechs has Honey. I share the time with my own thoughts; and there are plenty of them.
*He sits down on a nearby bench and pulls his hood over his face as a light sprinkle begins to come down.*
I went out there and took a risk against Zach. And I came up on the losing side. And yet my little slide continues. And yet I find myself in a Battle Royale for a Young Lions Title Shot? And in an odd mix of talent. We have the always business Coda. The Young Cub, Honey. And the one person that I see more in than most, Lilly Parker.
It’s funny… the lone male in this match. And the most experienced and decorated talent. And yet, I still feel like the eyes are on the ladies of this match. I am sure that Coda is someone one must be prepared for. And I know better than to take her lightly. I’ve always trained Honey, and know that she can be unexpected. Lilly Parker? She might be the dark horse of this match. Hell, of this company.
Zach might like taking his little shots at Miss Parker, but I know it when I see talent.
The four of us vying for that title shot. I feel sort of like the elder here of the group, and yet, I am a Young Lion myself.
What is the point of this title shot? A grand gesture from Mr. Scott to help make me feel better?
Being removed from the Heavyweight scene is a slap in the face, but then again, who has done as bad as I have in Redemption? John Blade? Alicia Hixx? At least Blade held a title here.
*He shakes his head*
No more promises. No more talking of disappointments or of letting myself down. It is now or never. If I cannot get this win, what does that say about me? A lot. It says a lot.
Scene 001
Coachella Valley Buick GMC
Indio, California
04/07/2015
FLASHBACK
OFF CAMERA
*Avery Miles III and his then wife, Zoe, were browsing cars. With Avery looking to sign with a bigger company in the coming months, Zoe would need to reliable car to get her to and from work. Avery would take on some cross country driving between some of the larger independents, and it was only fair that she had a car. Avery and Zoe, hand-in-hand, would walk the lot as a salesman ran some numbers. Hoping to get something decent under fifty thousand miles, the salesman approached them with a big smile as they checked out a Graphite Grey Metallic Buick Verano.*
Salesman: She’s a beaut. Leather interior. Fog lights. 18 inch alloys. 2.4 Ecotec direct-inject. Six speed auto trans. All the bells and whistles.
Avery: Like we can afford that-
Salesman: Actually, you were approved for it. I got the payments where you wanted for a used one, and all that I need is a signature and it is yours.
*Avery looks to Zoe*
Zoe: Really? I love it. Avery!
Avery: Well, you heard the lady. How safe is the cart?
Salesman: 5 Stars NHTSA safety rating.
*Zoe grabs Avery, and hugs him close.*
Zoe: I love you.
Avery: I love you, too.
*Avery smiles as they head inside. An hour later and plenty of ink dried, they drove away in a new car.*
Scene 002
Indio, California
12/22/2015
FLASHBACK
OFF CAMERA
*Avery miles iii is sitting on a curb in a rural area. There are no street lights except for those in the distance. Few cars drive by. And when they do they illuminate broken amber and red reflectors and body parts strewn across the grass lining the street. A sign reads golf center parkway with another sign reading to turn right for Interstate 10. This is the scene where the wife and unborn child of avery miles iii was hit and killed. All that is left are broken pieces of both cars and body parts left behind. Avery's face is buried in his hands and a large black hood is pulled over his head. There is a slight rain and a cool breeze. A few deep breaths and avery pulls the hood back and bloodshot eyes can be seen.*
Avery: Heart. A five letter word. One syllable. A word so minimalistic but it means so much. Not only is it the major organ in a person's body... Pumping blood through your veins, but it is also a representation for love. I lost the love of my life. Where does that leave Avery Miles? Alone. Broken. Not whole. And yet I need to continue on. If I do not move forward and remain stationary, I will have to deal with the pain, the remorse, the guilt. I know that I am not to blame, but I still take the guilt for the death. The destruction. Christmas will be a solemn day of memories of what could have been. What should have been. What may have been. Going through this process has made me question myself... Question what I am doing... And question what exactly my plans are. The one thing that has been a constant is this business. It is the one thing that I have left. It is the only thing that remains. It is the one thing that keeps me going. I have nothing more to lose. I am a man on a mission. You may think that I am trying to replace the whole in my heart with a victory. With a title. Running or hiding from what happened. Trying to forget it. And you would be right. Why would a man dwell on the past?. Why dwell on such tragic things?. I will deal with them on my own terms. On my own time. And in the end I am sure that they will send ripples through my life, more than they have already. But for now, my focus is on my business because that is the only thing that I have going for me today. My profession. My life. My heart. It is the one piece that is not broken. It gives me some semblance of a real life.
*On the ground, Graphite Grey Metallic broken paint chips and steel body parts. Hit from the side, her lifeless body has to be pried out of the car with the jaws of life. It was no use. She lost too much blood. She never even made it out of the car alive. The car that was supposed to hold up… just didn’t hold up enough.*
Scene 003
Yokohama Marine Tower
Yokohama, Japan
02/02/2017
ON CAMERA
The tallest lighthouse in the world.
*The camera pulls back, showing the alternating green and red of the 348 foot tall Yokohama Marine Tower.*
A sight to see. And yet, being on this trip of Japan I only want to be home with my family. It was nice spending some time with Brooklyn, but unfortunately she had to get back to her mom. I travel here on my own as those around me share their travel plans with their friends or significant others. Devlin has Trixie; and Alechs has Honey. I share the time with my own thoughts; and there are plenty of them.
*He sits down on a nearby bench and pulls his hood over his face as a light sprinkle begins to come down.*
I went out there and took a risk against Zach. And I came up on the losing side. And yet my little slide continues. And yet I find myself in a Battle Royale for a Young Lions Title Shot? And in an odd mix of talent. We have the always business Coda. The Young Cub, Honey. And the one person that I see more in than most, Lilly Parker.
It’s funny… the lone male in this match. And the most experienced and decorated talent. And yet, I still feel like the eyes are on the ladies of this match. I am sure that Coda is someone one must be prepared for. And I know better than to take her lightly. I’ve always trained Honey, and know that she can be unexpected. Lilly Parker? She might be the dark horse of this match. Hell, of this company.
Zach might like taking his little shots at Miss Parker, but I know it when I see talent.
The four of us vying for that title shot. I feel sort of like the elder here of the group, and yet, I am a Young Lion myself.
What is the point of this title shot? A grand gesture from Mr. Scott to help make me feel better?
Being removed from the Heavyweight scene is a slap in the face, but then again, who has done as bad as I have in Redemption? John Blade? Alicia Hixx? At least Blade held a title here.
*He shakes his head*
No more promises. No more talking of disappointments or of letting myself down. It is now or never. If I cannot get this win, what does that say about me? A lot. It says a lot.
