Post by: Lucas Darby on May 09, 2012, 12:13:19 AM
Presley: Hey Lucas, just got a text from SCW about your debut... You got a match this week and from the sound of it, it isn't going to be easy.
Lucas rolls his eyes, not seeming to care one bit about that text.
Lucas: Yeah, and did you expect it to be easy? They have to put on a show and throw me to the lions. That's how these companies work.
Presley: I understand throwing someone to the lions, but from the way this reads... They're throwing you to the bears that come equipped with shotguns.
Lucas smirks a little, almost laughing at Presley's sad attempt at humor.
Lucas: It can't be that bad... What's it say?
Presley lifts up her cell phone and reads it word for word to Lucas, trying to drive in the importance of this match.
Presley: Official card says "Lucas Darby versus Alex Marin. There is new blood in the men's division and these two gladiators will be tossed into the six-sided ring to do battle with one another as the giant Alexis Marin takes on the cruiserweight Lucas Darby. This will be a true David vs Goliath battle so to make things interesting, this match will be contested under Roulette division rules! Anything could happen!".
Lucas: You know, I'm more offended by the fact they called me a cruiserweight than anything else. Yeah, I'm alittle skinny. So bite me.
Lucas takes another sip from his beer.
Lucas: And besides, his name is "Alexis". Girls name... That's all I need to say about that guy. His life has been torture enough already.
Presley: Names don't mean anything. He's almost a foot taller than you and one hundred pounds heavier. They done this because they seen you weren't serious about it. They knew you were taking it all as a joke and laughing at all the test they put you through before signing you. Now they want to crush you for ever doubting their business.
Lucas: And you know what I want?
Presley: To prove them all wrong?
Lucas: Nope... Another beer.
Presley: You aren't taking this seriously at all... Are you?
Lucas: Not one bit...
Lucas stares off, not caring at all. Presley rolls her eyes and starts to look really annoyed, which Lucas catches quickly.
Lucas: Look, it's "Pro wrestling". Everyone pretty much knows it's fake, so chill out.
Presley: Chill? You're facing a seven foot tall, three hundred pound freak of a monster and you want me to chill out because you think it's fake?... No, no Lucas. You don't understand, this is real. This is real as it gets and we both know it. Alexis Marin is big enough to crush you with one hand and you're sitting back laughing at him while drinking a beer. Either you're drunk or crazy.
Lucas: Beer five... Little bit of both.
Lucas raises the bottle to finish it off and Presley snatches it out his hand before he can, quickly pissing off Lucas.
Lucas: What the hell, Presley?
Presley: Enough! No more drinking until you sober up enough to understand this isn't a dream or a joke. You're facing Alexis Marin this weekend in a REAL match that you can end up REALLY hurt in. Does any of that make sense to you?
Lucas: Of course it does, but look... I don't know if that wrestling thing is for me or not. Have you seen the sizes of those guys? I'll look like a joke standing beside them in that ring.
Presley: And what's the one thing you always told me before your boxing matches when your opponent kept smiling at you?
Lucas: Aw come on, does it matter?
Presley: Say it!
Lucas takes a deep breath and sighs, looking defeated. Looking unwilling be forced to say it.
Lucas: It's going to be hard to keep smiling when I knock his teeth out...
Presley: You've told me that since day one when you started boxing. I was scared you were going to get hurt and every time I seen the other guy smiling, I got worried. I was worried he knew something you didn't and you were going to end up getting carried out that ring.
Lucas: And I never did... I was undefeated for months, wasn't I? The only reason I quit was because it started getting boring.
Presley starts shaking her head side to side, disagreeing with Lucas.
Presley: No, you quit because my father asked you to throw a match that everyone knew you could win. The club needed some cash so they all bet on your opponent and you took the dive for them... I remember that clear as day, because I remember the look in your eyes that night. You gave up, you looked like part of your life was dead and you never fought again after that.
Lucas: It doesn't matter why. Okay?... I just quit. Simple as that. Can we change the subject now? I'm already tired of this SCW crap.
Presley: No, we are not changing the subject. This matters... It matters because my father promised me that he would never ask you to do that ever again. He said soon as you signed your name on that SCW contract, he'd never ask you to throw another match. All because he seen what it done to you years ago and he doesn't want to see you go through that again.
Lucas: Really?... He said that?
Presley: Yes, Lucas. He said that to my face and I have no reason to doubt my father's word. So are you going to take this match and this chance seriously or not? Because if you aren't, you're letting down more than yourself and the SCW. You'll be letting down me, The Sons and most of all your family.
That sends a raging fire into Lucas, lighting him up quick. He looks at Presley, deeply looking angered and hurt at the same time.
Lucas: Do not... Ever, bring my family into this. You know that's where I draw the line.
Presley: Then don't let them down... You've started things again and again. You didn't finish high school, you quit on your boxing career, you never went back to get your GED, the only thing you never quit on was winning my heart. Now I'm asking you, begging you, don't quit on this too. You need this to prove something to yourself and The Sons. You aren't another bum that lives in the club's bar, you're a future champion.
That looks to give Lucas the slap in the face that he needed.
Lucas: You want me to beat his big ass? Alright, you got it. I'll beat him worse than his momma or daddy ever did. I'll make him regret ever signing with SCW. Nevada belongs to The Sons and only The Sons! He's walking into my backyard where he doesn't belong and he isn't welcomed. There's only one way we handle those kind of people where I'm from.
Presley: Oh yeah? And hows that?
Presley moves around, putting her back toward the camera filming this entire thing. Letting SCW fans, wrestlers and staff get a first hand view of what the real Lucas Darby is like.
Lucas: We beat the living shit out of them! Anytime someone unwelcomed steps into your yard, you have to shoot'em and show'em who the boss is! I don't care who or what they are, anyone or anything will always attempt to take what belongs to you. The only way you stop them is pure brute force and strength, or else they'll walk all over you and I NEVER let anyone walk on me! So good, I'm glad I'm facing this big ass giant that's hell bent on destruction! I'm glad he wants to hurt me to set any example to everyone! Because in that same moment, I'm damn sure looking to knock him out!
Presley: Good! Now next, we need to handle some more personal business for you. I'll tell you outside away from the camera crew.
Lucas: Alright, it better not be anything stupid.
Presley: It won't be, don't worry... Just go on out there, I'll be a minute gathering my stuff.
Lucas gets up and walks out the club's bar door, leaving Presley alone with a few other group members still. The camera is aimed at Presley as she smirks at the camera, almost sending a message out to the rest of Sin City Wrestling.
Presley: And that... Is why you don't piss of Lucas Darby. The Reaper is coming, rather you're ready or not.
Presley then follows in Lucas; foot steps, as the scene fades out to blackness for a few seconds.
The second scene today opens showing what looks to be an local graveyard in the middle of the day. The sun is shining bright, the birds are flying around and the sky is a perfect light blue. Even a nice breeze is blowing through the quiet area. Well, quiet until you hear the road of a motorcycle engine in the background. It flares a bit, scaring off a bird or two. The camera turns to the left, to catch the view of the black motorcycle coming to a stop only five to ten feet away from where the camera is currently located. There is a man on the bike, wearing a black leather vest and a white t-shirt underneath that, long blue jeans cover his legs with black boots on his feet. Behind him on the bike is what looks to be the figure of a woman, but the helmet blocks the view of her face. The man on the bike takes off his helmet, releasing his longish blonde hair from underneath and he sets the helmet on the motorcycle's handlebar. He gets off the bike and makes his way closer to the grave, where you can finally see the man is Sin City Wrestling star, Lucas Darby. Still wearing black shades to cover his eyes from the ride. Lucas walks up to the grave standing over it, looking down with a quite serous look on his face. He lighly speaks in what begins as an awkward tone, as the camera is able to read the grave stone. "Liam Thomas Darby" - Lucas' father.</color>
Lucas: Um, I don't exactly know what to say here. I guess I'll just say whatever comes into my mind. So... Hey dad... I haven't been out here in a few years, sorry about that. Just been busy with everything going on around me. I'm sure you know how that can be. You were always busy when I was a kid and I think that's what bothered mom the most. It was never what you done to pay the bills, it was always how long you were gone. Knowing that any day at any time, she could get the call that you were never coming home again. It was almost like being the wife to a man in the military, but I think it was harder than that for her. Because she knew you were out doing whatever it took but you couldn't tell her. You could never look her in the eyes and tell her what you done for the last few days, weeks, months or maybe even years. She cried every night, I know because I sat back and I watched her. I watched her heart being ripped out, her mind being tortured and her sanity finally slipping away. I hated you for years, seeing everything you done to her and never did I understand why you done it. I could never wrap my mind around how you could tell someone you love them one moment and the next, you're the reason she's crying like she was being tortured. Not only did I hate you for it, she hated you more. She loved you, but she hated you more than she loved you... I know, that doesn't make any sense. Trust me, it sounds odd to me as it does to you or anyone else. But you had to be in her mind to understand what I meant. She loved you with her soul, just like you loved her. But years of lies, no replies and not being at home, that love turned to hate. Then that night... You pushed each other too far. You went to each others breaking points. For the longest time, I blamed you for it and I kept telling myself you deserved it. But as I got older, as I lived with Titus and got to know the rest of The Sons, I got it. I finally got why you were the man you were... It was because you loved her and never wanted to see her go through the same pain you go through to make sure she had everything she wanted.</color>
Lucas lifts his right hand, running it through his hair and attempting to hold back many emotions. Emotions that he's fought back for the last fifteen years, feeling hate and love for the people that raised him into the man he is now. Lucas stares back down at the grave, or at least appears that way. It's hard to tell with the black shades covering his eyes.</color>
Lucas: I know that feeling now, I understand it because I have someone I want to make my wife one day and no disrespect to you, but I'll never do what you done to mom. I'm not going to hide anything, because hiding it is only masking yourself. It's only holding back everything you are, it's withdrawing from the real world and pretending everything is perfect the way it is. Nothing is perfect, dad. Nothing ever was and never will be perfect. All you can do is try your best to keep yourself happy and those people you care about, even happier. I didn't learn that from you and I damn sure didn't learn that from mom. I learned that from the man that took me in and welcomed me into his life. He treated me as his son, one of his own and he showed me what life in the real world is. It isn't flowers, hippie music and bright colors that make everyone smile. It has nothing to do with a child's smile brightening the world better than any sunlight. But that wasn't all he taught me. Because he showed me, where there is dark and there is evil, only looking to crush you and take away everything you've ever dreamed of... There is also light. There is good, loving people that will do the best they can to help out anyone in need. Titus taught me to live some where between the lines of light and dark, doing whatever it takes to come out on top but never hurting the people you love to do it. That man was more to me as a father than you ever could've been, but I don't blame you for that. I'm never going to stand here and blame you for all my problems, I couldn't if I wanted too. You died over fifteen years ago, people and things have changed. I've changed, The Sons have changed and my life is changing along with it.</color>
Lucas smiles a bit, remembering what life is now compared to what it was. Thinking to himself, that all the heart ache and heart break is in his past, where love and faithfulness is in his future. Something that some men go to the grave, never having felt in their entire life.</color>
Lucas: In fact, the last time I spoke to you, I started dating Titus' daughter Presley and I was only a prospect that was about to be patched in. I was here to rub it in your face, I wanted you to see I've become better than you ever were and I wanted you to hate me, even from the after life. But I've grown since then, I've become a better man, an better Son and an overall better person. I'm not saying that to convince myself, I'm saying it because it's how I've improved myself over the years through hard work. The Sons promoted me a bit, I've become the Sergeant-at-Arm... You're old job. I guess they wanted blood to replace blood in a role that matters the most to them and I was the next in line. Maybe I should credit Titus for giving over to the boy he considered a real child of his or maybe he thought I was ready for it. Either way, here I am and here is what I've become. That's not all I'm here to tell you though, dad. I wanted to tell you, I got a job... I know, I know. You're thinking "About time, young punk". But no dad, this isn't some normal job like working at a gas station or something. This is a job that Presley talked me into taking and I'm looking forward to it, I really am. I took a job as a professional wrestler and I'm going to have my first ever match this weekend. Again, knowing you, you'd make fun of me for it. Hell, even a couple of The Sons were joking that "If you quit at boxing, you're going to quit at wrestling too". This is different though, I ended my boxing career because The Sons asked me to throw a match and I done it. After that, I lost all motivation. I never wanted to box again because I felt like I screwed up, I ruined my own reputation and I didn't deserve to be in a boxing ring ever again. But I already spoke to Titus about it and he personally promised me that The Sons wouldn't ask me to do that again. He told me go out there and give it my all, beat the living shit out of anyone that stood in my way and bring some respect to who The Sons are. So here I go, dad. I'm going on another adventure through life and once again, you aren't going to be with me. I want to change that though...</color>
Lucas walks closer to the grave stone, touching it with his left hand slowly, feeling the cold cement. He turns and leaps up onto the stone, taking a seat on top as he stares down at where the casket would be. Some might consider this disrespect... But Lucas sees it as being closer to his father than he's been in over fifteen years.</color>
Lucas: I want you to be with me in spirit, I want you to support me and give me faith in myself. Maybe I don't need it, maybe I don't deserve it and hell, I might not even know if I'll have it or not. But I'm at a point in my life where I need you more than ever. I need you to support my choices and my relationship with Presley. Even though you only knew her when she was a child, she's grown up. She's become a real tough girl that doesn't take crap from anyone and I gotta say, I love that about her. She's even convinced me I can beat the guy I'm facing in my debut... Even though this guy is almost a full foot taller and near one hundred pounds heavier. It's being promoted as the modern day David versus Goliath and it truly is when you look at the stats. I'm at the biggest size difference I've ever been in, in my entire life. Not only that, he's trained all over the world and won championships. He's beaten the best in different countries and walks in with years of experience that I simply don't have, yet Presley keeps telling me I can and will win. She's supporting me through anything and she wants to see me at my best. Both mentally and physically. That's another reason why I came here today, I wanted to put old issues behind me and know only the best is ahead of me. I want to forget the bad, forgive the unforgiven and move forward feeling like I'm prepared for anything. When I step into the ring with that giant known as Alexis Marin, I have to be ready for anything. I have to expect the unexpected and have my body as well my mind prepared... All while going in knowing I need to win. It has nothing to do with ego or impressing the bosses. I NEED to win to prove something to myself, the fans and even the other guys in SCW. I have to prove that no size difference, no experience difference and not even attitude difference is going to be my downfall. I'm walking in like a warrior expecting to kill to walk out without broken bones or being killed. Anything it takes in any kind of match, the only way I'll ever walk out in one piece.</color>
Lucas takes off his shades and slowly puts them away into his leather vest. He looks around the graveyard, looking back at the woman still sitting on his motorcycle and smiling at her. But something snaps him back into his thoughts of his matches, something facing an giant in only your debut can easily do.</color>
Lucas: That's the one thing I can't forget, no matter how hard I try too. It's going to be held under "Roulette division rules"... Meaning anything can and will happen. When Presley told me that earlier, it changed everything that I expected this match to be. I was one hundred percent convinced that I was going to walk in, knock someone out cold and walk to the back a couple of hundred bucks richer. But I never expected my fate to be determined by a spin of a wheel. It could be become anything between hardcore rules, a cage match, or something far worse than my mind can't even dream of. Imagine being caged in with a seven foot tall monster. That's how you end an normal man's life on any given day. Except, I'm no normal man. That's what Presley kept reminding me of before I even signed with SCW. I'm a Darby, born and raised. I'm part of The Sons, one of the toughest groups to have ever formed. I've fought my entire life, day after day to survive to get this far. I'm not going to back down from a challenge now. I've worked too hard to get my chance and I'm not going to let it slip away now. Alexis Marin might be bigger, stronger, more experienced and the match selected from the wheel might even benefit him more. None of that is going to matter once the bell rings and I start landing punch after punch to his big ugly face. He has no idea what's going to hit him at Climax Control and that's where my advantage comes in. I'm the unknown, the unexpected and the man that could quite possibly change this company quicker than anyone else. I admit, I'm one of the smallest guys in the company, I'm one of the most unknown guys in wrestling since I've never had a pro wrestling match in my life and I'll even admit that I have no idea what I'm stepping into. But I'll also admit, I can throw a punch hard enough to knock out a giant and I gurantee I'm going to do that this weekend. No matter how I need to do it, it will be done.</color>
He places his hands together and cracks his knuckles hard, looking to mentally prepare himself to go into a all familiar feeling of "Fight or be killed". He then remembers it's a little too early to be getting in that mind set right now. So Lucas jumps off the grave stone and stands up, looking off into the distance with his back facing his father's grave.</color>
Lucas: That's part of being a Darby and part of being a member of The Sons, you try and try again until you finally do it. If you have to smash someone in the face over and over, loosening a few of their teeth in the process, it'll be more than worth it. Marin is coming in thinking his size will do it all for him. He reminds me of a school yard bully, using his size to intimidate and attempt to overwhelm everyone in front of him. But no one can overwhelm everything, all the time. Sooner or later, you run into a road block. That road block might be bigger or on the rare occasion, smaller. That smaller road block can be the one thing that ends you and for Marin, I'm going to become that... You know what? Screw it. Screw the little speeches, screw trying to convince myself or anyone else of anything. I'm done, I'm finally done giving a shit about any of these people or this company. I'm going to set my eyes on one goal and one goal only for this week, WIN! That's all that matters anyway, winning. If you don't win, you might as well go the hell home and hang up your career. Because I'm honestly at the point where his size doesn't matter, his past experiences don't matter and anything he might say just won't matter. I'm in the right mind set to beat anyone this week. You could put me up against the World Champion Nick Jonas and I'd still be the biggest threat he's ever had here. It's do or die time in my life, I'm at the age where I have to step up or shut up and I'm going to do exactly that on Saturday night. Alexis Marin, you're done before you even begin. No matter what your life has been before now, no matter what plans you had coming up and no matter what you do or say, it's the past the point of changing anything. I know one thing for a fact, that Titus Spencer told me every single time that something didn't go the way I wanted it to go. Life changes every single day and people can either make real progress or they can sit in the darkest ally with a needle in their arm. I' prefer to make life worth living and that's what the other Sons have helped me do. Life is changing for me, for the better. I didn't come to this graveyard brag to camera or make myself look tough. I came to pay respects to my father, to show my father I've become a better man. I came to thank you, dad... Thank you for showing me one side of life that I would've never known about. Thank you for everything you've ever given me,, thank you for making me one of the most hard headed men you'll ever meet! Thanks dad... I love you.</color>
Lucas once again tries to hold back his emotions, knowing the SCW is recording this as part of their rookie series. But he can't seem to hold back and a few tears begin to fall. Some would call this man a wuss or a little bitch, yet real men know what it is to love and respect the man that helped you come into this world. Lucas loved his father and lost him all too soon... Knowing this, Presley Spencer - the woman that arrived with Lucas on the motorcycle - comes over and tightly hugs Lucas around the neck, attempting to comfort him. She looks into his eyes, quietly checking on his mental well being.</color>
Presley: You okay, babe?</color>
Lucas: Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine.</color>
Presley: You needed this moment to get you to the next happy one. I wanted you to do this because I love you.</color>
Lucas: I love you, too... Look, let's start heading to Laughlin. It's going to be a two or three hour ride and I'm ready to get the hell out of here.</color>
Presley: Okay. To the place of your first win, we go.</color>
Lucas and Presley share a kiss, then walking back toward the motorcycle again. The scene fades out, only leaving you to wonder if Alexis Marin has the best of luck, facing a man with emotional burdens or possibly the worst luck, facing a man that doesn't know when to give up.</color>