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Changing of the Tide
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Topic Started: Jan 29 2014, 01:46 AM (94 Views)
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Owen Martin
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Jan 29 2014, 01:46 AM
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Our scene opens to the sounds of crashing waves. The view fades in, revealing a hazy beach sometime just after sunrise or before sunset, it's not clear. All color has been drained from the video, leaving us with varying shades of black, white and grey. Off in the distance much further down the beach stands an old pier, many of its planks having seemingly been worn away by years of abuse from the unrelenting ocean. Near the old pier, a figure emerges, slowly moving towards our vantage point.
Closer and closer the figure lurches, until we can make out the form of a man jogging along the wet sand. We watch as his feet leave heavy prints in the sand, some being slowly washed away by the rising tide. Within moments, the figure is upon us, stopping just shy of our viewpoint, panting and exhausted. The figure wears a full grey sweatsuit, the hood of the top pulled tight over its head, tied with a knot at the neck. Doubled over, the figure pushes the hood from off its head, revealing a nearly bald head and loads of stubble. One might recognize him as Owen Martin, a new face in New Era Wrestling who appeared briefly on the last episode of NEW Friday Night. Martin, still catching his breath, steals a quick glance up into our viewpoint, no doubt aware that we have been watching him for quite some time.
Martin: Working out on the beach just...means something to me.
He stands back up to his full height again, turning and looking out into the vast ocean, his hands resting on his hips. He takes a moment to soak it all in before turning back towards our view, a satisfied smile across his sweaty face.
Martin: There seems to be something about breathing in this ocean air that fuels the body and mind just right.
Martin takes in a deep breath through his nostrils, enjoying the salty smells of the shore.
Martin: Obviously, my body is already in top physical condition, as I showed on that abomination of a show last week...but there's something to be said about having your mind in top shape too.
He taps a forefinger against his forehead, a cocky grin spreading across his chiseled face.
Martin: And now...my opponents find themselves at an even bigger disadvantage than they already knew they were in. Physically, they are no match for me. I'm sure they had hoped that they have a hope to defeat me through cunning, but I'm afraid they will be deeply disappointed come Friday night.
His sly smile quickly fades into a look of pure seriousness.
Martin: Why the powers that be feel I need to prove myself in a dark match before this show...when I've already made my presence known on their airwaves, I have no idea. The people watching the show at home will miss out on something great and these two newbies will both start their NEW careers with a quick defeat.
Martin wipes the last bit of sweat from his brow, he having fully recovered from his run.
Martin: Speaking of my opponents, I was able to catch a bit of Mr. Alexander's words from the other night. It wasn't bad. I'll admit, I had expected much worse, but it seems NEW has an eye for talent, obviously, if they had contacted me. I agreed with so many of your words, Mr. Alexander...until you started opening your mouth and directing it in my direction.
Martin shifts his weight from one leg to another while his hands ball up into tight fists. His brow furrows as he stares deep into our vantage point.
Martin: Mr. Alexander, you don't know me. You don't know my life and you don't know my...pedigree. You called me a quitter, but it's a much different reality when you find that it is the game that quits on you. You say I'm afraid of pain, but pain is not something I fear in NEW, because pain is not something I plan to experience. No, no, Mr. Alexander, it is YOU who should be planning to experience pain. And if you aren't fearing pain by the time I'm done with you...well, then I guess I didn't do the job I came to do. Watching your words, I thought that we could get through this silly dark match and some day be friends. But you have made this personal.
He licks his lips and rubs his palms together, eager to strike again.
Martin: As much as I might want it to just be me and you in there, Mr. Alexander, someone else will be joining us. Ben Jackson. Now I've been a fan and a student of the game for as long as I can remember, but that's a name that I've simply never heard before. On the spectrum of familiarity, Mr. Jackson and myself might as well be polar opposites. However, I don't simply dismiss an opponent based simply off of their name. That being said...how did this stick find himself a contract in NEW? I looked up his picture and bio on the company website...I have to believe that this joker has never even been to a gym, unless he audited one once. For Christ sake, he's wearing a bowtie in his picture!
Martin smacks himself in the forehead with a palm, feigning embarrassment for his mysterious opponent.
Martin: The fact that athletes like myself and Mr. Alexander have to share the ring with this farce is outrageous, but I will leave it to myself to clean up the mistakes of my employers. In fact, that's the exact reason why I've been brought into this company.
The gleam in Martin's eye returns as he swells up with pride.
Martin: My debut is the dawning of a new era for this company. A shark has just been let loose into the shallow waters that this company calls a roster. They can school up as much as they'd like, but change is here. The tide has shifted. I ask something of the roster of New Era Wrestling. Take a good look at the shark that's coming to eat you all. The new king of the food chain. Look at it.
Martin spreads his arms out wide and fills up our entire vantage point.
Martin: LOOK. AT. IT.
He sticks a thumb up against his own chest, a confident smirk spreading on his determined face.
Martin: You're all chum in the water. It's right about time for the shark to begin feeding. Mr. Alexander...Mr. Jackson...you're just the first two guppies to get snatched up. But they won't satisfy the shark's hunger...
He laughs.
Martin: Not at all.
Martin chuckles again before flipping his hood back over his head, turning to face the open ocean, and running back towards the old pier, retracing his footsteps in the sand. Our scene fades to black.
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