(Originally written January, 2008)
It’s the sound of the
wind we hear long before the camera fades in to the desolation of the End of
Nowhere. In the distance to the east,
one can spot the rising sun beginning to peek over the horizon…but closer to
the camera, sitting on a rock, is the man they call The Phoenix.
He’s facing the rising sun, with his eyes closed, as he senses the
camera nearby and begins to speak.
Phoenix: Anarchy…by definition, a situation in which there
is a total lack of organization or control.
How fitting a name for a three-way match that is for a title given that
very name. Let it not be said that New
Legends Wrestling is unkind to its’ newcomers.
Of course, with all good things comes a catch—in this case, having to
defeat two people to claim the Anarchy X championship in a match that
admittedly is not my specialty. After
all…what good is a perfectly applied submission hold when it can be broken up
by a chair shot to the face?
But I should not be lamenting my shortcomings here. No…instead I should be preparing for my first
title opportunity in well over seven years.
That leads me to my two opponents in two weeks, at NLW’s inaugural
Uprising: Mario Maurako and Annie
Alvarez.
There is a slight
pause as Phoenix
shifts his weight on the rock he his sitting on before he continues.
Phoenix: First off, we have the lone female competitor
in NLW, Ms. Alvarez. One would think
that this type of match would go against her grain as well, being a high-flying
type of wrestler. However, even in this
barren land I call home, I have heard many praises for Annie. And while I admit that I hold reservations in
striking a female for any reason…when it’s time and the bell rings, I will hold
nothing back. You may have your Hollywood good looks, Annie—any red-blooded male
(including myself) will admit to that in a heartbeat. But it’s your fighting spirit--your Instinct,
if you want to call it such—that will determine where my respect for you will
lie at the end of the contest. I have
heard good things about you…it is my hope that you live up to them.
And no disrespect intended, Ms. Alvarez…but while there may
be nothing like being under you, I intend on being on top—for the three seconds
required to win the match.
At this, Phoenix’s eyes finally
open, and his eyes—brown with a tint of fire in them from the rising sun—focus
on the camera.
Phoenix: And then, there’s “Marvelous” Mario Maurako. I have been with NLW for less than
twenty-four hours and already I can smell your cockiness. It is a vile stench, permeating the air
around you until no one can stand to be in your presence for fear of becoming
ill. True, you have earned the accolades
of the Hall of Fame in other places you’ve been, and it seems to me that you’ve
been many places before coming here.
That alone leads me to wonder…how quickly did you wear out your welcome
before being run out of Dodge?
I have seen footage of you wrestling before…260 pounds of
power, easily able to throw most of your opponents around. Mayhaps you have the ability to back your
arrogant claim of being “marvelous.”
Then again…it could be for the lack of competition. But it is not for me to judge. All I know is that this match plays to your
style of fighting…but it will be the twelfth of never before I back down from
this challenge. You’re just as human as
anyone else, and all it takes is just three seconds.
There is another
pause, as Phoenix
rises to his feet, still facing the camera.
Phoenix: In just under two weeks, it will be the three
of us in a no holds barred match. Three
vastly different styles in a match that is right up the alley of only one of
those involved. Should I be considered
the underdog? More than likely. But that’s never stopped me before.
Annie Alvarez, Mario Maurako, prepare yourselves for the
fight of your life…because if I’m going down, it’s going to be in a blaze of
glory. So is it written, so shall it
come to be known…and so shall The Phoenix see it done.
The sound of the wind
picks up slightly as Phoenix
turns away from the camera. One can see
the image of a phoenix rising from the flames on the back of his trademark
black t-shirt as the camera fades to black, with that image the last thing to
fade before darkness falls.
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