Out of Character: Eh, lack of motivation this week. “The Arrival.” Destruction Wrestling Association.
The name itself renders a fighter speechless, any untalented jobber wouldn’t set foot inside a building with “Destruction” as the main label on the front door… no, he would go scamper off to the federations that made it much easier on him. There had always been two things a King never did, well at least the family of Kings, not so much the actual royalty.
1. Never run from a fight
2. Never take the easy road
In my life, I never did either, and now? With the obvious chance to build my name here in DWA, I think the chances of doing either will be slim… to none. There are no slogans necessary when you are the best undiscovered fighter in the history of the business, there are no monikers needed to push my name, my fighting shall speak for itself…just watch, and learn.
The scene opened up as the camera view showed a quick glimpse of a hotel room, with one bed, and the designing looked tacky and cheap, something like this was all someone like Alexander could afford, as he wasn’t spitting rich, well… at one point he was, but those days are long gone. Alexander had every bone in his body fighting any spreading of money as at the age of sixteen, he lost his parents and their fortune went to one of his nastiest relatives, who sought to help Alexander out but he refused…. And lived on the streets ,fighting for money, working his way up to Indy federations, and now, with a bit of flexibility of money , which didn’t come with ease, his unwillingness to spend it, was almost uncanny. The hotel room was rather dungy, as an alarm sounded and a body in the bed stirred. A pillow was tossed across the room at the alarm clock which was strategically placed far enough away that Alexander had to get up to turn it off, but he wasn’t so happy now.
Alexander sat up as he rubbed his eyes as he then walked over to the alarm and flicked it off, a yawn was heard as he grabbed one of the shirts out of his suitcase as he threw it on, as well as one of his hats. Alexander then gazed out the window as he seen it was rather nice outside so he remained in the pair of shorts he was already in. Alexander began to throw his shit in the suitcase together as he looked ready to leave.
“What a rat infested place this is, I couldn’t sleep with the gnawing at my bed continuing through the night but why spend five hundred bucks on a place for a night when this comes in at about a hundred? All I needed to do was to make it so that I could get to DWA today and that, I will.”
Alexander grabbed his suitcase as he walked out of the door and towards the front desk. The halls were rather long in this hotel, obviously the quantity of the occupants was their priority, not so much the quality of the stay, which didn’t bother Alexander, for he was just here for the night, but imagine staying here for… three or four days… you would probably have AIDs by then.
“You know, many people question my arrival here in DWA, who am I? What’s the reason for my arrival… well I can tell you it’s not for people to think just because they never seen me before, to think that I am nothing to worry about, because the opposite is what they should be thinking. I see people enlisting themselves like Scott Addams was reportedly signed, and after his ego trip in Euphoric Entertainment, and his destruction of NWA, I got to say, it will be a joy facing such a stuck up ego tripping maniac. Granted… that is if he does actually sign here. My reason for being here is plain and simple, it’s time for Alexander King to make a name for himself, and there honestly… is nothing anyone else here can do about it.”
Alexander reached the front counter as he stood in what looked to be a long line of distraught customers, instead of waiting, Alexander walked to the front of the line, dropped the key down on the counter with some money as he gave them a quick thank you… and walked out the door.
One thing… Alexander never could afford to be cheap on was a vehicle, as he spent most of his life living in a van trying to keep himself from paying rent, but as soon as he had tons of money saved up, he applied to get whatever inheritance he was supposed to get when he turned twenty from his parents, and he used it all to purchase one hell of a vehicle… a 2010 Audi R8. Epic… No? Alexander pressed the key on his remote start to unlock the vehicle as he heard a nice honk of the horn. Alexander got into the vehicle and started it up as the engine purred.
“Next time all of you that are tuning in see me…I will be speaking my part in DWA.”
Fade. |