Victory is sweet.

Victory is Sweet..
Joey Edwards Productions.
Chapter One.

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The one who is least likely to succeed. The one who is appreciated the least.
The one who has the odds stacked against him, the minority vote in any situation.
For this individual great moments have no significance.
What add up are stats, percentage, and experience.
What is not taken into account is their will.. determination.. dedication.
The heart that pounds in their chest. That vibrates in their ear.
The prey in their eyes.
And how each and every failure ensures this will not be in their mind.
Over and over again.
Play scenes of mishaps one by one consecutively.
It doesn't matter how much anguish is endured.
Nor how much criticism or mockery. For they have truly been through misery.
This individual has suffered pain, but no pain is sweeter than victory.

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Greyson pulls himself onto the top rope. The man smashes the chair onto the cage but misses Greyson. Leon lumbers to his feet and stumbles ot the turnbuckle that Greyson is on. The man swings the chair again. Greyson quickly throws his hand over the top of the cage and catches the top of the chair. The man attempts to pull back but Greyson has a grip. Leon throws a hard first to the back of Greyson. The man lets go of the chair and Greyson quickly pulls it into the cage. Leon hits another hard punch and Greyson drops the chair. Leon grabs the chair and turns back to face Greyson. Greyson leaps off and nails a missile dropkick into the chair! The chair smashes into the face of Leon! Leon stumbles back and falls hard on the back of his head! Greyson pulls himself up and stumbles toward the turnbuckle. He begins to pulls himself up the ropes. Starr is now on his feet and begins climbing the opposite turnbuckle. Both men are on the top rope.

Clark: Greyosn Blaze and Brett Starr are both on the top of the cage! The question is which man will get to the floor first!

Starr stumbles and nearly topples back into the ring. Greyson suddenly leaps off.

Mikey: WE HAVE A WINNER!

Clark: NO WE DON’T!!!

The masked man grabs Greyson in mid-air and holds him tightly in his arms. Greyson begins to flail insanely, unleashing elbow after elbow. His feet flail one way and another.

Mikey: After this WAR Brett Starr is going to take the victory this way?

Brett Starr jumps off of the top of the cage and crashes hard onto the outside. He leans his head on the barricade as he is nearly unconscious from the bloodloss from his forehead. He spits blood on the floor. The man drops Greyson. Greyson looks more than pissed as the man jumps back over the barricade and takes off. Greyson stumbles after him in anger.

Dipsy Doo: Here is your winner and the FIRST Canadian X Legacy Champion… BRETT STARRRRRRR!!!

"Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3 begins to blare as Brett Starr raises a fist in the air while lying on the ground with his chest heaving up and down. The closest referee grabs the Canadian X Legacy Championship from the announcer’s table and walks it over to Brett. He lays it around Starr’s waist as we cut to a word from our sponsors.

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The television switched off as the man motioned his remote control towards it, pressing a button before throwing the remote to the ground, irritated with the results from the Canadian Tour Finale, which saw Brett Starr be heralded as the new Canadian X Legacy Champion. The moonlight outside managed to creep through the blinds, illuminating the darkened room only just a little. Rocking back and forth in his old fashioned wooden chair, his hood slung over his head covering his facial feature, whilst his feet up were against a table, which looked unstable and dangerous. Bottles of empty vodka bottles were scattered across the room, as-well as cigarette packets, socks, shorts and all sorts. The room was medium when it came to size, not to big however not to small, with casual households such as a couch, dinning table, television and games console on top of it. A massive clock further up from the television, the time showing 21:07pm. A cold breeze circulated the room as the blinds swayed from right to left, slowly and gently, from the outside the wind turbulence beginning to speed up, making the man feel unpleasant and uncomfortable. The man eventually got up from his seat, walking towards the windows, before closing the blinds looking out at the city. The bright full moon causing the man to squint excessively, only a few people were out on the streets, mainly individuals walking their dogs around the abandoned park, however some civilians getting a late night bite at Papa Johns not too far to from the park. Overall the view the man had was quite extraordinary, however in the current state he was in he didn't care. He shut the windows aggressively, afterwards walking over to his bathroom. Both left and right palms of his hand glued on the sink as he looked up at his reflection, a black bruise covering his eye almost glistening to his astonishment, scars scattered across both cheeks as he placed his right hand on his stubble chin, licking his dry lips.

[Knock]

[Knock]

[Knock]

The man ignored the knocking on his door, still in great astonishment over the bruise on his eye, as he attempted to feel it, quickly hesitating as he approached it. He regained his concentration and exited the room, slowly coming down the stairs, seeming to be in some pain as he held onto the walls until he reached the bottom of the staircase, opening the door. The huge six foot seven Justin Hughes appeared, a smile across his face, his hair slicked back, a slightly more shaved beard, wearing a blue tonic skinny suit, with loafers on his feet.

"Justin... what are you doing here man?! Edwards asked, whilst doing so his hood slung backwards, making his face viewable and recognizable.

"Came here for support man for you're Canadian Tour! I figured you'd need it, seeing as you have no one else around..." Hughes replied, a smile still planted across his face as he shook the hand of his colleague.

The two gazed at each other for a while, Hughes coincidentally in more shock that Edwards as he gazed at his black eye, trying to mutter something to his companion however is lost for words. Edwards turned around, quickly going up his staircase, Hughes following him. Edwards went back to his old habits and collapsed on the chair he was sitting on earlier, leaning back as he sighed before questioning Hughes.

"Seems like you've already got yourself back to your old habits aye mate." Hughes said, taking a seat for himself as he smiled at Hughes, grinning from ear to ear making his teeth glisten. 

"Well you know me... Just been studying a couple of the guys who's gonna be at the Legacy Tour in a couple of days. Got to get prepared and what not."

"Prepared? No offense mate but at the moment you look like you're in a right state. Bruises all around ya, bags underneath your eyes, when was the last time you got any sleep mate?" asked Hughes, who was intrigued with the question he asked, indicating so by shuffling his chair closer to Edwards, clasping his hands together as he waited for an answer.

"Rough nights okay. Ever since Leah and the kids left me, it hasn't been easy okay." 

The room exasperated into silence as Edwards gazed at his television, looking at his own reflection as he ran his fingers across the bruise on the side of his face, hesitating to apply pressure as he screeched quietly. 

"I understand... but is this really going to be hanging over you for much longer, because its starting to irritate me."

 "My kids and my wife left me Hughes, what do you expect-..."

"Wife? No Joey. Ex wife for starters. So you're going to sit here and feel sorry for yourself? You really think thats going to help you find them. Listen mate, you've got to be stronger than this.. I didn't come here just for support in your Legacy Tour. I came here because I know you need someone around to keep you up when you feel like falling down."

"I don't need your help."

"Oh really? You don't need my help. Look at what you're doing to yourself! Alcohol and smoking... I thought you were finished with that? I don't know what to say..-"

"I didn't drink or smoke anything. I was tempted to, but instead I chucked them all out of the window earlier.. you would of seen when you walked in. I know that I haven't acted like myself.. and I know that I haven't been performing to the best.. But I just can't Justin, I can't!"

Hughes' voice began to show demand and power as he raised his voice at Edwards, who immediately turned his head towards Hughes, his eyes almost glowing in rage as he looked at his friend, however in a calm quiet tone Hughes replied.

"This shouldn't keep you down you hear me? You'll find them, I promise you, but right now you need to vent your anger elsewhere instead of within yourself. So this is what I'm going to do. I'm not going to leave your sight for even a second. Tomorrow morning, we're going to the gym and afterwards you're not going to sit here for hours and think about what you could of done to prevent them leaving you.. what you're going to do is get out there and try find them."



SCENE TWO
- Night of Legacy Tour Week One.
- Backstage Arena.

Joey Edwards:
"One Day you'll have to lose. So you can learn to hate it."

**The recognizable gruff voice of Joey Edwards echoed through the hallways, attracting the attention of the camera crew, who rushed over to the scene in a hurry, a pack of them storming through. Once arriving at the locker rooms, the camera focused on the Master of The Microphone, who realized that he was not alone as he glared down at the ground. Wearing his authentic signature t-shirt, and the rest of his ring attire. Edwards regained concentration, and continued to wrap tape around his wrist, licking his dry lips as he exhumed a certain amount of inner oxygen before raising his head, numerous bruises were seen upon his face.**

Joey Edwards:
"That's what my uncle used to say to me. Ever since I was around seven or eight. A loss will have to occur at some time, and from then on a passion of hating it will be developed. He was a smart man my uncle, he spoke wisdom and truth and I admire him for that. Every time I go out to that ring and my mind is set on winning this match, its not just for me, or the fans, its also for him. His made me into what I am today... If only he lived onto see what amazing accomplishments I have managed to add to my accolades. As a kid growing up I guess I was a sore loser, I just hated it. Nobody wants to finish second place right? Especially on your debut. Early impressions is what drives a competitor, making it clear to others that he is a force to be reckoned with."

**Edwards finished wrapping the tape around his right wrist, before moving to his left as an unnerving silence exasperated the room. Even from looking at the young prodigy, you could tell his mind was in no state to compete tonight, dark patches covered his right eye, whilst a scars were scattered across his cheeks. After a few seconds Edwards had finished wrapping tape around his left wrists, looking back up at the camera, his eyes glimmering as he continued to speak.**

Joey Edwards:
"The last couple of weeks for me haven't been so great. Having to adjust to the new city, meet new people, saying goodbye to family, some family that can't even be bothered to say the simple words of 'goodbye', even the television network is different to back home in Detroit. You have to deal with it, and get on with it thats what I have been told on numerous occasions the last couple of weeks, repeatedly from my manager Justin Hughes."

**He paused before getting up from the bench and slowly walking over to his locker, examining it quickly before locking it up, only taking out his memorabilia war necklace from the Marines, throwing it over his neck. Turning back to the cameras, The Flying Angel ushered the crew out of the locker rooms, walking through the hallways talking whilst doing so.**

Joey Edwards:
"A few days ago I was in a rut, definitely not fit enough to compete, wasn't in the right mindset and my passion for wrestling was slowly fading away. I didn't know what else there was left for me to prove. I've proven that I'm one of the best wrestlers in the world to ever step into the four sided ring. I've proven on numerous occasions that I can chill with the main eventers, winning world championships.. But then I was contacted by a Angelo Valour, who gave me a proposal that I couldn't reject. To take part in the Legacy Championship Tour."

**Cheers from the audience reverberated through the backstage part of the arena, pyrotechnics could also be heard signaling that the introductions to show had just finished. Matt continued to walk down the hallways stopping as he reached the gym section, where numerous Canadian X superstars were occupied on machines, all preparing for their matches except from Hughes who stood beside the treadmills, patiently waiting for Young who hopped on although continuing to talk.**

Joey Edwards:
"An opportunity to showcase my skills and wrestling abillities to the Canadian fans something I haven't really experienced before. Not just that but also compete for the Canadian X Legacy Championship, currently held by Brett Starr. In a 4 week period, 4 championship defenses, and by the end of the tour whoever holding the title is eligible to cash that championship in for a shot at the world heavyweight championship. The holy grail of this organization, embedded with numerous sapphires, emeralds and rubies. A championship that everybody wants to get their hands on. But to get my hands on that world championship, I've got to go through a gauntlet of men.. starting off with Shawn Alexander Cage."

**Edwards is interuppted by one of the camera crew.**

Camera Crew Member:
"Are you in the slightest in fear of SAC and what he can do?"

**Edwards chuckles to himself before answering.**

Joey Edwards
"Fear is the catalyst for inaction. Fear is the voice that tells us, if we try, the probability of failure will be higher than that of success, that rejection is more likely than acceptance, fear is the impetus that makes us do nothing instead. Fear is an illusion. Its like when people say they fear the darkness.. they don't fear darkness. They fear what might be lurking inside it, when in most circumstances theirs nothing there. Fear doesn't exist, its an illusion. Do I think I can win tonight? Hell yeah. Without belief you're not going to make it anywhere in this business, thats something I learned when I first walked into this wrestling industry. Self belief drives you to championships and accomplishments, and without that you're bound to be a failure. I respect Shawn Alexander Cage. I've seen his work and I am intrigued to see what he can pull off tonight."

**Matt paused and hopped off of the treadmill, turning the machinery off afterwards before moving onto is next work out, heading over to the weights as it became available.**

TBC...