Post by PANTHRO on Jun 29, 2013 16:40:30 GMT -6
Welcome to the Lion’s Den.
Life is always challenging...no one promised me that the road was going to be smooth. If there was a pot of gold at the end of a fuckin’ rainbow there would be, more than likely, a landmine field placed around it. I’m a champion now, and it’s got me a little paranoid because I know what the Hell that means. I’m a piece of meat being thrown into a lion’s den filled with hungry predators waitin’, buyin’ their time to get a shot at me. Believe me, I welcome it...I don’t shy away from shit, especially from competition.
Competition is like a energy drink for me. No matter who it is, I got enough energy left over to want to fight. Been this way since I was a kid, and shit hasn’t changed a bit except for the game. What I have here Sunday is a chance to flex my muscles, a chance to let people know knocking on my door, ready to pry it open, that I’m ready to slam that sum bitch closed. This title is NOT going anywhere as long as I keep up my hard work.
Those times where I nearly thought I would die lifting weights, or puking up my guts from running four miles a day...it pays off at the end with a decisive win. You’re going to be seeing that even through the B.S., the controversy, the speculation, the skepticism...The Big L...ain’t no FLUKE. And believe The Big L...you’re going to be seeing that....
Real Soon.
I was really working hard, I mean really, really hard. Preseason was almost over, and I had turned some heads. I was on the verge of fulfilling my dreams. It was a big moment in my life, knowing that through the bullshit, I could achieve anything. And so, I began to move up that depth chart, ready to play my heart out. I was on the team’s weight room, focused on my lifting. The guys were surrounded around a big guy, their number one draft pick, a defensive tackle who was a big shot. I remember him from watching the draft at home.
He was dressed in a nice suit, had diamond earrings in both ears, and had enough gold on his wrist to feed a starving family in Africa. He came from a big school out in the SEC, Auburn I think. This guy was strong, but he let it get to his head. During practices, I remember him almost getting an attitude with the defensive line coach. Tyson DeMarco was his name, and I’ll never forget it. The guys were watching him lift, and he was doin’ pretty solid. over 300lbs on the bench press. The guys were around betting dollar bills for the snack machine.
We were still in workout mode so we had to go on a strick diet. But the one vending machine on the facility was how most of the team snuck food. I didn’t want to be apart of it, but I kept getting egged on by some of the other rookies. There was a guy I got to talk to, he was a fourth string running back, Darius Thomas, he was a cool guy, didn’t really bring up my past problems and we hit it off.
Darius Thomas: Steve...this dude is beastin’ over here. He just out lifted the offensive line...guy is a fuckin’ monster.
Steve Lenton: Cool.
Darius Thomas: Yo, no one is gonna beat him...
Steve Lenton: WELL, maybe if they focused more on bars and racks instead of bars and snacks they’d get there up with’em.
Darius Thomas: Maaaan, can’t no black man live off of salad forever. I mean we ain’t doin’ nothing bad, a dollar is better than bettin’ Lincoln.
Steve Lenton: Guess you’re right, but...I don’t wanna get involved.
Darius Thomas: Yo c’mon Steve....you could probably lift his ass out of the complex! I seen you boy, you got Hulk strength.
Steve Lenton: ….I...dunno Darius....
Darius Thomas: C’mon let’s show’em how it’s done boy!
What the Hell did I have to lose? I mean I was isolated from these guys on the left side of the room doin’ some bicep curls. I might as well have some fun! I followed Darius who pushed people out of the way in a friendly manner, smiling brightly as he held up some dollar bills.
Darius Thomas: ALRIGHT CHA’LL, I GOT A CONTENDER IN OUR PRESENCE!
Random Player: What, the Rook here? Man you must be smokin’ or you just tryna get this dude smoked!
Darius Thomas: Five singles says he could out lift Mr. Number Uno over here!
Tyson DeMarco: Heh, really?
Darius Thomas: Yeah, really!
Tyson DeMarco: ….Don’t I know you from somewhere? Lenton right? V Tech.
Steve Lenton: That’s me.
Tyson DeMarco: Yeah, yeah you were a beast in the ACC. A lot of dudes called you the next big thing since Reggie White.
Steve Lenton: Well I tried...
Tyson DeMarco: You know you took some awards away from me last year...a lot of people say you cheated to get those bruh.
Steve Lenton: ...What do you think?
Tyson DeMarco: I think that...if money weren’t involved...people wouldn’t have been talkin’ about you. You know how a C-note changes people’s tunes.
Steve Lenton: I guess that’s why you were squawkin’ like a bird when they gave you more money than you’re worth.
Group: OOOOOH.
Tyson DeMarco: Oh f’real...? My bank account’s lookin’ pretty fat homeboy. You’re up here makin’ chicken seed. Know what that means? I’m not only better but....I make more bank than you’ll EVER make on this team. Maybe when they cut your sorry ass I’ll keep you as my waterboy...I get tired from carrying dead weight on my back.
I suck my teeth and my eyes roam up at the ceiling in rage. I look at Darius who was just staring at the both of us. I think we got the feeling we might get into a bad fight. I pat Darius on the shoulder with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: Y’know what Darius? I think I should prove somethin’ to DeMarco....money doesn’t prove you’re better...it proves you’re just a turd with gold painted on it.
He blinks and forms a nervous smile on his face.
Darius Thomas: Uhm, aight, let’s do it then! Gather around people!!
The team gathered around, we were set up side by side to each other.
Darius Thomas: Ready. Get. LIFT!!!
We started going hard at it, keeping control of our breathing and pushing it. Two minutes passed and Tyson was looking tired. Me on the other hand, I felt comfortable, almost like I could do this all day. Suddenly he stopped and the guys cheered when I kept going. I was at about sixty reps. Tyson looked at me and then at the guys.
Darius Thomas: 61! 62! 63! 64! 65!
Tyson DeMarco: Get the fuck out of the way punk ass!!!
Suddenly I felt someone pushing the bar down, looking up I saw Tyson who had an angry glare.
Steve Lenton: THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’?!
Tyson DeMarco: YOU AIN’T BETTER THAN ME!!! YOU A CHEAT MOTHERFUCKA!!! A CHEAT!!!
I tried to push up, but the guys pulled him off. He pushed them off, and went back at me. I got up and tackled him to the floor where the guys tried to get me off.
Assistant Coach: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN--whoa, whoa--HEY!!! HEY!!!! GET OFF HIM!!!
Steve Lenton: THIS BITCH TRIED TO KILL ME!!!
Tyson DeMarco: FUCK YOU NIGGA!
Assistant Coach: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! YOU...and YOU IN THE COACH’S OFFICE. NOW, MOVE IT!!
I pulled away and looked at Tyson who glared back at me. Darius looked at me and then at everyone else. It was quiet, which meant that they knew what was going to happen. I was going to be put on trial.
Again.
The Big L finally got a chance to rest up after a long week and a half. There was a bit of time for me to get my bearings. That wouldn’t last when I heard I’d be thrown into a four way match against some good competition. I was sweaty, sitting in front of a river which was surrounded by the country. I was back home, and I decided to go for a run. I glare on at the lens, trying to catch my breath as I grabbed a bottle of water from my side.
Steve Lenton: Last week....The Big L...was in a match, a big time match! He was in the ring with the world champ, Fiona Rourke and the guy with the most potential in this company, BLAKE....JONES! This match was tough, testin’ whether we can get it done...as a unit. Wanna know somethin’ there was a lot of talk, a lot of it was backed up. The Big L told you he’d be kickin’ some ass and he did! But he wasn’t alone, he doesn’t take all the glory, no, The Big L’s MVP pick is Blake Jones who single-handedly turned the power in favor for Exodus. Blake when you came to us and when you thought no one took you seriously...you made a statement. You let it be known, you ain’t a push over. So from The BIg L, all I gotta say is...thank you.
You helped us in a big way, you helped us get past this LEGION bullshit, and you...
I point at the camera to make my point clear with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: Are respected, and you always will have my respect. Now that the week is over with, The Big L is lookin’ forward, right in front of’em however is a roadblock. Three guys are standin’ at the end of that path I’m tryna go through, and if I don’t play my cards right The Big L is going to be seein’ that person REAL, real soon. Hell sooner than you think. First, he gets to get in the ring with someone he’s been dying to fight. Johnny Cannon, someone that I gotta history with. We both were primed to win gold, you and I Cannon, we were going to take the tag division by storm.
But at the end, we knew that with both our personalities, we wouldn’t be able to get it done together. So we went our separate ways, went back to business, but at the end of it all...I couldn’t get the job done. You won the tag titles with Abby Park. BUT...The Big L can say without a shadow of a doubt...it paid off in the end. Now...
I reach over from my right and pull out the International Championship, patting the gold with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: The Big L’s got some gold on’em, shines it everyday, never leaves home without it because it reminds me of what I’m fightin’ for. It gives me that extra kick in the ass to let me know if I fuck up, if I make ONE mistake, all of it could end! Cannon, when we teamed up, I admit, it ate at me a little. You won the Tag Team Championship, and me I was still trying to find where I was in this company. It wasn't jealousy, I don't envy any man. It was me knowing I could do better. Not only did I let my partner at the time Justin Brooks down, I let myself down. I was blinded by the spotlight. The Big L was enjoyin' it a lil' too much and we tried to blame you for the loss we both got. But to be honest, after I saw you and Abby celebratin' with those belts, I started to believe I was the weak link in that group. I started to think that maybe if I paid attention to this match we were in a few months back, we could have had the belts.
But that changed, The Big L began to make a name for himself, people started to have faith in him, they started to BELIEVE in him. The Big L was now a mainstay in Exodus Pro Wrestling...and he has the belt to prove it. I don't know what to say to you Cannon, except for...thanks. Because without our downfall I wouldn't be in the situation that I'm in now. You've paved the way for me, and now The Big L gets to show you how much he's grown over these past few months. He gets to show out, and show off that he's JUST as good as Johnny Motha F'N Cannon. Because believe me John-Boy The Big L, he doesn't really dig the idea of bein' second place. And in this match where I got three other faces gunnin' for my ass, I've got to pull a win off...by any means necessary.
I pause for a moment, my eyes had a fire in them that the lens captured perfectly. I blink two times, and take in some air, slowly I exhale and hold my hand out towards the camera.
Steve Lenton: The Big L has nothing but respect for the man who's been here since Exodus began. Nothin' BUT respect for you Johnny and I know you got the same for me.
I begin to point at myself, my eyes locked forward.
Steve Lenton: But I will not...be beat by you. And I sure as Hell ain’t gonna get beat by another one of the Mighty Morphin Power Ranger bein’ bred by LEGION. GRENDEL as he likes to call himself is riding a hot streak. He’s dangerous, he’s callous, and he’s what LEGION’s been looking for since they formed. I know the gameplan, I know what you wanna do to The Big L and he wants you to try. Because if it’s one thing Big L knows how to do, it’s beat a masked guy’s ass, and your group has PLENTY of those layin’ around lately. The Big L gets it, you’re tough, Billy Badass, that’s what LEGION is all about.
However, you know what The Big L’s all about too. The Big L likes to lace his right boot up nice and tight so he doesn’t lose it up your ASS!! He also likes to smack you in the face so hard your damned face is going to meld with your MASK!!! That’s what he’s all about: goin’ fast and kickin’ some LEGION ass! You wanna bring my head back to your boys, you wanna be the guy who wins this match and gets a jump to a title shot against me, bring it on. The Big L’s said it and he’ll say it again because he knows you can’t hear shit in your gimp mask: I...don’t back down...from ANY....and I mean ANY....challenge. We can fight in the ring, outside of it, in the back, in the bathroom, on the roof, in a box, on a fox--I don’t give a damn!!! You came to fight...and so did I. It all depends on who wants it the most; Who’s willing to work the hardest for their goals.
Speaking of working hard...I want to give a welcome to Jack Alexander, a guy who’s been in this game and knows more than I could ever learn since I started. People praise you, people made a fuss about you, because they know what you’re capable of. For me, I’m skeptical, mainly because I ain’t never met you. The Big L ain’t gonna play games with you Jack, a guy like you who’s been in this business this long...I’m prepared for anything you can dish out, and believe me, it might be a lot comin’ from you. So, what better to spread the welcoming mat out for you than for The BIg L to get you one HELL of a fight!?
I stop and glare at the lens, my face forming into a serious expression.
Steve Lenton: ….The three of you have a goal in mind Sunday night. The goal is to show people The Big L is gonna have problems defending this belt. You’re gonna fight, claw, and make it known...you want The Big L, and you want his International Championship. I want people to know, and I want management to know. You got a challenge for me, you got people gunning for The Big L? Tell’em I said this: Bring their asses. Because I wouldn’t have this any other way. The Big L...in San Diego, California...is going to do what he does best....FIGHT.
I stand up with my bottle of water and pour it over my head. I take the belt I had and threw it over my shoulder and started to jog back towards my car. The camera stays in place watching me run off and slowly begins to fade away...
Fade. Static. End.
Life is always challenging...no one promised me that the road was going to be smooth. If there was a pot of gold at the end of a fuckin’ rainbow there would be, more than likely, a landmine field placed around it. I’m a champion now, and it’s got me a little paranoid because I know what the Hell that means. I’m a piece of meat being thrown into a lion’s den filled with hungry predators waitin’, buyin’ their time to get a shot at me. Believe me, I welcome it...I don’t shy away from shit, especially from competition.
Competition is like a energy drink for me. No matter who it is, I got enough energy left over to want to fight. Been this way since I was a kid, and shit hasn’t changed a bit except for the game. What I have here Sunday is a chance to flex my muscles, a chance to let people know knocking on my door, ready to pry it open, that I’m ready to slam that sum bitch closed. This title is NOT going anywhere as long as I keep up my hard work.
Those times where I nearly thought I would die lifting weights, or puking up my guts from running four miles a day...it pays off at the end with a decisive win. You’re going to be seeing that even through the B.S., the controversy, the speculation, the skepticism...The Big L...ain’t no FLUKE. And believe The Big L...you’re going to be seeing that....
Real Soon.
I was really working hard, I mean really, really hard. Preseason was almost over, and I had turned some heads. I was on the verge of fulfilling my dreams. It was a big moment in my life, knowing that through the bullshit, I could achieve anything. And so, I began to move up that depth chart, ready to play my heart out. I was on the team’s weight room, focused on my lifting. The guys were surrounded around a big guy, their number one draft pick, a defensive tackle who was a big shot. I remember him from watching the draft at home.
He was dressed in a nice suit, had diamond earrings in both ears, and had enough gold on his wrist to feed a starving family in Africa. He came from a big school out in the SEC, Auburn I think. This guy was strong, but he let it get to his head. During practices, I remember him almost getting an attitude with the defensive line coach. Tyson DeMarco was his name, and I’ll never forget it. The guys were watching him lift, and he was doin’ pretty solid. over 300lbs on the bench press. The guys were around betting dollar bills for the snack machine.
We were still in workout mode so we had to go on a strick diet. But the one vending machine on the facility was how most of the team snuck food. I didn’t want to be apart of it, but I kept getting egged on by some of the other rookies. There was a guy I got to talk to, he was a fourth string running back, Darius Thomas, he was a cool guy, didn’t really bring up my past problems and we hit it off.
Darius Thomas: Steve...this dude is beastin’ over here. He just out lifted the offensive line...guy is a fuckin’ monster.
Steve Lenton: Cool.
Darius Thomas: Yo, no one is gonna beat him...
Steve Lenton: WELL, maybe if they focused more on bars and racks instead of bars and snacks they’d get there up with’em.
Darius Thomas: Maaaan, can’t no black man live off of salad forever. I mean we ain’t doin’ nothing bad, a dollar is better than bettin’ Lincoln.
Steve Lenton: Guess you’re right, but...I don’t wanna get involved.
Darius Thomas: Yo c’mon Steve....you could probably lift his ass out of the complex! I seen you boy, you got Hulk strength.
Steve Lenton: ….I...dunno Darius....
Darius Thomas: C’mon let’s show’em how it’s done boy!
What the Hell did I have to lose? I mean I was isolated from these guys on the left side of the room doin’ some bicep curls. I might as well have some fun! I followed Darius who pushed people out of the way in a friendly manner, smiling brightly as he held up some dollar bills.
Darius Thomas: ALRIGHT CHA’LL, I GOT A CONTENDER IN OUR PRESENCE!
Random Player: What, the Rook here? Man you must be smokin’ or you just tryna get this dude smoked!
Darius Thomas: Five singles says he could out lift Mr. Number Uno over here!
Tyson DeMarco: Heh, really?
Darius Thomas: Yeah, really!
Tyson DeMarco: ….Don’t I know you from somewhere? Lenton right? V Tech.
Steve Lenton: That’s me.
Tyson DeMarco: Yeah, yeah you were a beast in the ACC. A lot of dudes called you the next big thing since Reggie White.
Steve Lenton: Well I tried...
Tyson DeMarco: You know you took some awards away from me last year...a lot of people say you cheated to get those bruh.
Steve Lenton: ...What do you think?
Tyson DeMarco: I think that...if money weren’t involved...people wouldn’t have been talkin’ about you. You know how a C-note changes people’s tunes.
Steve Lenton: I guess that’s why you were squawkin’ like a bird when they gave you more money than you’re worth.
Group: OOOOOH.
Tyson DeMarco: Oh f’real...? My bank account’s lookin’ pretty fat homeboy. You’re up here makin’ chicken seed. Know what that means? I’m not only better but....I make more bank than you’ll EVER make on this team. Maybe when they cut your sorry ass I’ll keep you as my waterboy...I get tired from carrying dead weight on my back.
I suck my teeth and my eyes roam up at the ceiling in rage. I look at Darius who was just staring at the both of us. I think we got the feeling we might get into a bad fight. I pat Darius on the shoulder with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: Y’know what Darius? I think I should prove somethin’ to DeMarco....money doesn’t prove you’re better...it proves you’re just a turd with gold painted on it.
He blinks and forms a nervous smile on his face.
Darius Thomas: Uhm, aight, let’s do it then! Gather around people!!
The team gathered around, we were set up side by side to each other.
Darius Thomas: Ready. Get. LIFT!!!
We started going hard at it, keeping control of our breathing and pushing it. Two minutes passed and Tyson was looking tired. Me on the other hand, I felt comfortable, almost like I could do this all day. Suddenly he stopped and the guys cheered when I kept going. I was at about sixty reps. Tyson looked at me and then at the guys.
Darius Thomas: 61! 62! 63! 64! 65!
Tyson DeMarco: Get the fuck out of the way punk ass!!!
Suddenly I felt someone pushing the bar down, looking up I saw Tyson who had an angry glare.
Steve Lenton: THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’?!
Tyson DeMarco: YOU AIN’T BETTER THAN ME!!! YOU A CHEAT MOTHERFUCKA!!! A CHEAT!!!
I tried to push up, but the guys pulled him off. He pushed them off, and went back at me. I got up and tackled him to the floor where the guys tried to get me off.
Assistant Coach: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN--whoa, whoa--HEY!!! HEY!!!! GET OFF HIM!!!
Steve Lenton: THIS BITCH TRIED TO KILL ME!!!
Tyson DeMarco: FUCK YOU NIGGA!
Assistant Coach: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! YOU...and YOU IN THE COACH’S OFFICE. NOW, MOVE IT!!
I pulled away and looked at Tyson who glared back at me. Darius looked at me and then at everyone else. It was quiet, which meant that they knew what was going to happen. I was going to be put on trial.
Again.
The Big L finally got a chance to rest up after a long week and a half. There was a bit of time for me to get my bearings. That wouldn’t last when I heard I’d be thrown into a four way match against some good competition. I was sweaty, sitting in front of a river which was surrounded by the country. I was back home, and I decided to go for a run. I glare on at the lens, trying to catch my breath as I grabbed a bottle of water from my side.
Steve Lenton: Last week....The Big L...was in a match, a big time match! He was in the ring with the world champ, Fiona Rourke and the guy with the most potential in this company, BLAKE....JONES! This match was tough, testin’ whether we can get it done...as a unit. Wanna know somethin’ there was a lot of talk, a lot of it was backed up. The Big L told you he’d be kickin’ some ass and he did! But he wasn’t alone, he doesn’t take all the glory, no, The Big L’s MVP pick is Blake Jones who single-handedly turned the power in favor for Exodus. Blake when you came to us and when you thought no one took you seriously...you made a statement. You let it be known, you ain’t a push over. So from The BIg L, all I gotta say is...thank you.
You helped us in a big way, you helped us get past this LEGION bullshit, and you...
I point at the camera to make my point clear with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: Are respected, and you always will have my respect. Now that the week is over with, The Big L is lookin’ forward, right in front of’em however is a roadblock. Three guys are standin’ at the end of that path I’m tryna go through, and if I don’t play my cards right The Big L is going to be seein’ that person REAL, real soon. Hell sooner than you think. First, he gets to get in the ring with someone he’s been dying to fight. Johnny Cannon, someone that I gotta history with. We both were primed to win gold, you and I Cannon, we were going to take the tag division by storm.
But at the end, we knew that with both our personalities, we wouldn’t be able to get it done together. So we went our separate ways, went back to business, but at the end of it all...I couldn’t get the job done. You won the tag titles with Abby Park. BUT...The Big L can say without a shadow of a doubt...it paid off in the end. Now...
I reach over from my right and pull out the International Championship, patting the gold with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: The Big L’s got some gold on’em, shines it everyday, never leaves home without it because it reminds me of what I’m fightin’ for. It gives me that extra kick in the ass to let me know if I fuck up, if I make ONE mistake, all of it could end! Cannon, when we teamed up, I admit, it ate at me a little. You won the Tag Team Championship, and me I was still trying to find where I was in this company. It wasn't jealousy, I don't envy any man. It was me knowing I could do better. Not only did I let my partner at the time Justin Brooks down, I let myself down. I was blinded by the spotlight. The Big L was enjoyin' it a lil' too much and we tried to blame you for the loss we both got. But to be honest, after I saw you and Abby celebratin' with those belts, I started to believe I was the weak link in that group. I started to think that maybe if I paid attention to this match we were in a few months back, we could have had the belts.
But that changed, The Big L began to make a name for himself, people started to have faith in him, they started to BELIEVE in him. The Big L was now a mainstay in Exodus Pro Wrestling...and he has the belt to prove it. I don't know what to say to you Cannon, except for...thanks. Because without our downfall I wouldn't be in the situation that I'm in now. You've paved the way for me, and now The Big L gets to show you how much he's grown over these past few months. He gets to show out, and show off that he's JUST as good as Johnny Motha F'N Cannon. Because believe me John-Boy The Big L, he doesn't really dig the idea of bein' second place. And in this match where I got three other faces gunnin' for my ass, I've got to pull a win off...by any means necessary.
I pause for a moment, my eyes had a fire in them that the lens captured perfectly. I blink two times, and take in some air, slowly I exhale and hold my hand out towards the camera.
Steve Lenton: The Big L has nothing but respect for the man who's been here since Exodus began. Nothin' BUT respect for you Johnny and I know you got the same for me.
I begin to point at myself, my eyes locked forward.
Steve Lenton: But I will not...be beat by you. And I sure as Hell ain’t gonna get beat by another one of the Mighty Morphin Power Ranger bein’ bred by LEGION. GRENDEL as he likes to call himself is riding a hot streak. He’s dangerous, he’s callous, and he’s what LEGION’s been looking for since they formed. I know the gameplan, I know what you wanna do to The Big L and he wants you to try. Because if it’s one thing Big L knows how to do, it’s beat a masked guy’s ass, and your group has PLENTY of those layin’ around lately. The Big L gets it, you’re tough, Billy Badass, that’s what LEGION is all about.
However, you know what The Big L’s all about too. The Big L likes to lace his right boot up nice and tight so he doesn’t lose it up your ASS!! He also likes to smack you in the face so hard your damned face is going to meld with your MASK!!! That’s what he’s all about: goin’ fast and kickin’ some LEGION ass! You wanna bring my head back to your boys, you wanna be the guy who wins this match and gets a jump to a title shot against me, bring it on. The Big L’s said it and he’ll say it again because he knows you can’t hear shit in your gimp mask: I...don’t back down...from ANY....and I mean ANY....challenge. We can fight in the ring, outside of it, in the back, in the bathroom, on the roof, in a box, on a fox--I don’t give a damn!!! You came to fight...and so did I. It all depends on who wants it the most; Who’s willing to work the hardest for their goals.
Speaking of working hard...I want to give a welcome to Jack Alexander, a guy who’s been in this game and knows more than I could ever learn since I started. People praise you, people made a fuss about you, because they know what you’re capable of. For me, I’m skeptical, mainly because I ain’t never met you. The Big L ain’t gonna play games with you Jack, a guy like you who’s been in this business this long...I’m prepared for anything you can dish out, and believe me, it might be a lot comin’ from you. So, what better to spread the welcoming mat out for you than for The BIg L to get you one HELL of a fight!?
I stop and glare at the lens, my face forming into a serious expression.
Steve Lenton: ….The three of you have a goal in mind Sunday night. The goal is to show people The Big L is gonna have problems defending this belt. You’re gonna fight, claw, and make it known...you want The Big L, and you want his International Championship. I want people to know, and I want management to know. You got a challenge for me, you got people gunning for The Big L? Tell’em I said this: Bring their asses. Because I wouldn’t have this any other way. The Big L...in San Diego, California...is going to do what he does best....FIGHT.
I stand up with my bottle of water and pour it over my head. I take the belt I had and threw it over my shoulder and started to jog back towards my car. The camera stays in place watching me run off and slowly begins to fade away...
Fade. Static. End.