Post by Dave on Aug 1, 2013 17:47:07 GMT -5
It all began with lights. Red and white lights shining on the body of Sylar Drake who stood on the ramp and enjoyed the beauty of the sound that echoes around him. People were chanting his name. That is what he always wanted. And what has been happening to him for the past five months.
It ended with him dropping Jerry Matthews on his head. Starlight Special was hit with absolute perfection and then the ref counted.
ONE.
It sounded louder than anything ever before…
TWO.
…and ever more beautiful than anything else.
THREE.
His new theme song hit. The title was handed to him. Five months in this business and already a champion. That is a feeling very few things can top, at least in Sylar’s head.
You’ve been conquered, San Diego.
Your turn now, Canada.
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SCENE ONE – OFF CAMERA
July 29th, approximately 10:30 AM
Sylar’s apartment in San Diego, California
The apartment that Sylar Drake lives in when competing for EXODUS Pro is one big mess. The Endgame event was indeed huge not only for the young man from Newcastle, since he won his first championship, but for the whole Sekigun. War with LEGION was over and it indeed was time to celebrate once the event was over. Sylar joined the Sekigun in celebration. He spent most of the party with Blake Jones, young Sekigun team captain, and Johnny Cannon, new International Champion. Especially the latter really showed Drake how to party. Sylar woke up with a terrible hangover, laying next to his bed, dressed only in shorts. The San Diego Bay Championship was resting on the coffee table, fortunately for Sylar without any damage. Sylar remembered very few things about last night’s post-event party.
Except for the fact that there was too much tequila.
And beer.
And bourbon.
And… well, let’s rather go back to sleep.
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SCENE TWO – OFF CAMERA
July 29th, approximately 11:45 AM
Sylar’s apartment in San Diego, California
Ringing phone woke Sylar up. It took few seconds before he finally reached to it.
Sylar: “Ummm… yes?”
Man: “Reception here, sir. Your ticket to Canada are here, if you want to pick it up.”
Sylar: “Canada?”
Man: “Yes sir, a plane ticket to Halifax.”
Sylar: “Halifax… oh shit, I forgot.”
Man: “I– I’m sorry?”
Sylar: “All good, mate. I’ll pick it up… eh… later.”
Drake used the bed to get up to a vertical base. He needed few seconds of just staying to find out if he can make a step without throwing up or falling down again. After a while, he indeed started making few, methodical steps towards the bathroom.
Alright Sylar, time to turn this hangover kid into a wrestling superstar again.
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SCENE THREE – ON CAMERA
July 30th, approximately 2 PM
Somewhere in Halifax
“Hollywood whore,
passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over…”
Needless to say that Sylar looked way better than the day before. The casual jeans and Muse “Origin of Symmetry” t-shirt were accompanied by a beautiful accessory that is EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship that Sylar placed on his right shoulder. The young champion was sitting on grass in front of a wall belonging to some long forgotten house. He gave the camera his best smile, looking kinda childish again.
“Things are going good for me. Who am I kidding, things are going GREAT. I started in this business this February, I have been a professional wrestler for five months now. And I already start to feel like a bloody superstar. I wrestled in my home country of England, in USA, even in Japan, I have won this beautiful belt… what’s the next step for me? What can it be? Well it is pretty obvious that the first title a man wins is always huge for him. I’m not being delusional, one day I’ll lose this precious belt, but years after it, I will still remember where I won it and how. I will remember every detail about it. It’s like that every time, with girls, cars, everything. You always remember the first… and the best, the most important. I will always remember the San Diego Bay championship as being the first ever title I won… and now, here in Canada, I will work my way towards the first MAJOR championship of my career, the Canadian X Heavyweight title. Towards the, at least so far, most important one…
Back in February, when I started out, I was kinda on a road to nowhere. My trainer Adam Stryker lead me, that is not a bad thing… but he lead me to the ways of evil. Attacking others, making them bleed and injuring them intentionally, that is not my style. It took time, long and precious time, until I freed myself from the chains and started to be who I really am. I proved to everybody that I’m not the devil… in fact, no ego intended, I tend to be one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet. That is what lead me from deepest of depths right to the highest of heights, right to the championship glory. Being true, being good and honorable. People underestimate those qualities these days, but I am a shining example of the fact that it indeed works, that being good pays off and gets back to you. I didn’t get this piece of gold by cheating and backstabbing.”
He adjusted the belt on his shoulder. You could see it in his eyes how incredibly proud he is of his accomplishment. With another chance in sight, he won’t just let this get away.
“Coming to Canada, being the first man to sign for Angelo Valour’s Canadian X project… I will not change my ways. Eventhough looking at the roster, I am one of very few men to embrace those ways. This coming Monday in Halifax, I am facing my first opponent and I’m… actually kinda disappointed.”
The smirk turns into a more ironic grin on Sylar’s face.
“I don’t care if I’m the first opponent EVER of this guy, I have actually been the more experienced guy before… once, in total. But I just can’t get over few facts about this guy. Aside from the fact that Dick Fury sounds like a name of a bad gay gangbang porn movie, he seems like everything that I have grown to hate about professional wrestling. Gimmicky douchebag that has a bag full of lame sex jokes… but when he has to throw a punch, not to mention get hit by it, he shits his pants. Are you the same, Fury? I don’t know you, hearing your name being announced as my opponent was the first time I have ever heard it. So I won’t make the mistake of underestimating you…. but I must warn you. Don’t YOU make the mistake. Don’t you underestimate me. When I come charging at you at the speed of light, it will take just a blink of an eye for me to kick your head off. Be aware of that, mate…
The way I see it, we have some healthy competition in Canadian X. I know guys like Pat Gordon Jr., Johnny Moxie, Mr. Rottentreats… and I respect what they’ve done, who they are. But I plead them to notice that I, Sylar Drake, am coming for the top price of this promotion, and when the bell will ring, I’ll fight tooth and nail to get to the championship. There shall be nothing to stop the Wild Heart.”
Sylar stood up and patted the belt on his shoulder. A close-up on his game face ended this scene as we faded to black.
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SCENE FOUR – OFF CAMERA
July 30th, approximately 7 PM
Hotel room in Halifax
Being away from home never felt so good. Before becoming pro-wrestler, Sylar barely ever left Newcastle. But eversince he started making his living by kicking people, the situation was reversed and there was barely a time that he could spend in his hometown. Sylar was happy for the first time since the day he debuted, because everytime he got out of the ring, he had to think about his father being in a coma after getting shot in his club. This time, being so far away from his home and knowing that his mother is mentally feeling okay again, he knew it’s finally time to enjoy his life.
But the clubs and night life of Halifax wasn’t really made for Sylar. Inside the bag with clothes wasn’t a suit, but shorts and t-shirt he uses for workout. He put the clothes on and went to the seaside, probably the most beautiful sight Halifax has to offer. The jogging helped to clean his mind a lot, in fact. He sat down by the sea and watched the sun go down at around 8 PM, thinking about the sunset. It may have been a little sentimental from him, but he smiled like a happy little child, seeing the romantic sight, as he thought it is fitting to his situation. Once the people feel down, they feel like they can never get back up again. But when the night is over and the sun rises again, all the things are good again. You just need to have the hope that you can beat your bad luck and apparent feeling of helplessness. Once you do it, sky is the limit.
Sylar felt it first hand. And he knew that the bright day of his career is just at the very beginning…
