Post by LiamJR24 on Aug 11, 2011 13:21:13 GMT -5
3 Weeks Before The First Libertarian Wrestling Show
The scene opens to see Liam Reilly at a busy airport bar, dressed in a suit as usual. He's sat in a dimly lit booth in the corner, eyes closed, with a scotch on the rocks in his hand. The bar is buzzing with conversation, audible over the light jazz wafting through the sound system, but Reilly ignores it all. Occaisionally, he takes a small mouthful from his drink. His cell phone starts ringing and he sighs. Putting his drink down on the table, he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and takes out his phone. He looks at the caller ID screen before answering.
Liam Reilly: Hello? Who is this speaking? PPW? What the fuck is that? Philadelphia Pro Wrestling? Never heard of it. What do you want?
Reilly's voice is getting louder and louder and it's clear his current glass of scotch is not his first of the day. Other patrons in the bar start looking over, some in fear, some in disgust.
LR: You want ME to work for YOU? I've never even heard of your shitty little company. Why the FUCK would I want to join you? I'M THE FUCKING ICON OF PCW! I'M NOT GOING TO GO DOWN TO SOME SHITHOLE IN PHILADELPHIA TO WRESTLE IN A SHED FOR SOME YUPPIE TRASH LIKE YOU! IF YOU CALL THIS NUMBER AGAIN, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR FUCKING BODY.
Reilly hangs up the phone and throws it down onto the table. He becomes conscious of everyone looking at him. He stands up and throws his arms out wide in a questioning manner.
LR: What the fuck are you all staring at? Go back to your boring conversations about your shoes and leave me alone.
The other customers slowly return to their conversations and Reilly collapses back into his seat. He begins muttering to himself.
LR: Useless fucking parasites. Try to make me look bad. Fuck them all, I say.
Reilly picks up his drink and raises it in a toast.
LR: Cheers to me.
Reilly swigs what remains of his drink, then stands up. He staggers over to the bar and waits for the barman to make his way over to him.
LR: Same again please... (Reilly peers at the Barman's nametag, squinting to read it)...Ted.
Barman: Sir, I'm afraid I've been told I can't serve you any more alcohol. You can purchase a soft drink, but if you wish to purchase any more alcohol, I'm afraid you will have to go elsewhere.
Reilly looks shocked and appalled at this statement, and leans forward, grabbing the barman by his lapels. He pulls the barman towards him and speaks quietly in his ear.
LR: Listen, shithead, I've lost my job and I have nothing to lose. So you either get me another drink, or I'll smash my glass in your face.
Reilly releases the barman, who staggers back and falls into a display of pint glasses, knocking them over. This, along with Reilly's accompanying laugh, attracts the attention of a man standing at the bar.
Man: Hey, what the hell's wrong with you.
LR: Me? Absolutely nothing.
Reilly walks up to the man, stopping about 2 feet away from him. He staggers slightly, steadying himself on the bar.
LR: You, on the other hand, don't look in the best of conditions right now.
The man looks confused for a second, and Reilly uses that delay to grab the man's drink and throw it in his face. The man recoils and Reilly swings a right hand. He catches the man in the jaw and the man staggers back. His wife screams, and the man stands up and prepares to counter-attack. His wife quickly screams at him.
Woman: No darling, don't do it. You'll wind up in prison again.
Reilly smirks unsteadily, looking at the man, then his wife, then back to the man again.
LR: You should listen to your lady friend there, my friend. Hitting me would be a very big mistake. Why don't you scuttle along and wait for your plane somewhere else.
The man and his companion leave, the man much more hesitantly than the woman. Reilly props himself up on the bar, facing towards the rest of the customers, most of whom are staring at him again.
What are you idiots staring at now? DRINK! DRINK, YOU USELESS FUCKING DREGS!
Reilly's cell phone goes off again, but with a different ring-tone to before. This time, he doesn't bother looking at the caller ID, as he knows that this ringtone is reserved for his Father.
LR: Yes Father? I'm at the airport, I'm going on holiday remember? Listen, did you give my number to the Phil...harmonic Pro Wrestling company I think their name was? Oh, well they gave me a call earlier, wanted to know if I'd work for them. I turned them down of course, never heard of them so decided not to waste my time.
Reilly is quiet for longer than usual, as his Father explains something to him.
LR: An interview with Leo Hawkins? For Libertarian Wrestling? I thought LW was just a myth. He's agreed to meet me in Ibiza? I suppose he demanded we pay for him? Yes, I thought so. Still, if it gets me an interview, all the better.
Reilly overhears the airport tannoy announcing the last boarding call for his flight, and fumbles for his tickets.
LR: Father, must dash, my flight is boarding. I'll speak to you when I land. Give my best to mother.
Reilly throws a couple of £50 notes at the barman and runs off to board his plane. The scene ends.
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2 Days Later
The scene opens on a busy Ibizan street. Liam Reilly is walking along the pavement dressed in his usual black suit, ignoring the bright lights and heavy basslines exuding out of the clubs to his left and right. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, with an address scribbled on it. He stops walking and looks at the paper, then at the building right in front of him. He looks back at the paper, then takes a couple of steps back to look up at the name of the building, before looking back down at the paper.
Reilly: (To himself) Where the fuck is this damn club? It should be right here.
A young woman walks up to him. She's dressed in a miniskirt and sleeveless jeanshirt.
Woman: Looking for a good time?
Reilly looks at her as if she was something unpleasant on his shoe.
Reilly: No, as a matter of fact I'm looking for the Sampson Club. It should be right here. Do you know where it is?
The woman looks coyly at the wallet, the outline of which is visible in Reilly's pocket.
Woman: That depends on how much it's worth to you.
Reilly gives her an exasperated look and fumbles for his wallet. He pulls out 200 Euros and hands it to her.
Reilly: Right, now where is it?
Woman: Take the next right, walk down 3 blocks take a left and it's the 3rd building on your left.
Reilly takes off immediately, not bothering to thank the woman. He takes the right, which leads into an alleyway. As he enters, he feels a heavy thud on the back of his head. He falls forward, onto a group of bins. He turns round to see man from the airport bar standing over him, smiling.
Reilly: What the fuck do you want?
The man answers with a kick to the face, catching Reilly in the jaw.
Man: A lot easier to gain the upperhand when the other guy isn't expecting it, isn't it?
The man kicks Reilly again, this time in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. Reilly splutters then rolls over onto all-fours.
Reilly: Just take my wallet and leave me alone.
The man laughs and kicks Reilly in the face again and Reilly feels his nose start to swell.
Man: Your money can't save you on this one. It's about time someone called you out on your attitude matey. You act like a piece of shit to everyone else. It's time you were treated like one.
The man pulls a chain out of his jacket and starts to swing it. As he prepares to strike, two young men come out of nowhere and tackle him. They each hit a couple of punches on the man and knock him out. Then they walk over to Reilly, extending a hand to help him up. Reilly accepts the hand and gets back to his feet.
Man #1: Are you ok? You look like you're in a bit of shock. Come with us, we'll buy you a drink, calm your nerves.
Reilly: Thank you for your help gentlemen, but I cannot stop. I need to be at the Sampson Club, I have an appointment.
The 2 new men look somewhat surprised, but then they both smile.
Man #2: No problem, because that's where we're headed too. We've got an appointment with Leo Hawkins about his new wrestling company. He said he wants to sign us.
Reilly: Leo Hawkins? That's who I'm going to see.
Man #2: Awesome! We can go together! What's your name buddy?
Reilly: Liam Reilly.
Man #2: Pleased to meet you Liam. I'm Stevie, this here's Casey.
Reilly shakes both their hands and they walk off towards the club.
The three walk to the club. When they get there they explain that they have an appointment with Leo Hawkins and are granted access. "Stand Up" by Prodigy is playing through the club, which is full with at least a thousand clubbers. The club is lit with a blue neon glow and the majority of the clubbers are wearing UV paint and glow sticks. Reilly's beaten up face attracts several looks of horror and concern from the clubbers, but most of them notice he's with Casey and Stevie. Occasionally a random person walks up to Stevie or Casey to give them a high 5.
Reilly: You're popular round here, huh!?
Casey: That's what happens when you embrace the party lifestyle. People like you, people respect you and...no offence...people don't wanna kick your ass.
Reilly looks thoughtful as he takes in Casey's words. The three men make it to the back of the club where Leo Hawkins is seated.
Reilly: Evening, Mr. Hawkins.
Hawkins gives Reilly a confused look, as if he doesn't recognise the bloodied face. Then he realises who it is.
Leo: Liam Reilly? What the fuck happened to you?
Reilly: I got jumped by some guy I had problems with at the airport.
Leo: Let me guess, you acted like an asshole to him?
Hawkins turns to Casey and Stevie.
Leo: Casey, Stevie, do you mind waiting in the next booth, this shouldn't take too long.
Casey and Stevie turn to go, Casey pats Reilly on the shoulder.
Casey: Good luck man.
Reilly nods his appreciation as Casey and Stevie move over to the next booth.
Leo: Sit down Liam.
Leo motions to a space opposite him and Reilly takes a seat.
Leo: Now, before we start I want you to know I only agreed to this because your father invested a lot of money in LW. I don't much want to hire you, for the reasons that caused you to get beaten up. People hate you Liam. You're not like other guys who leave their character in the ring. You ARE your character. You ARE that spoiled rich punk asshole that everyone hates. You rub the locker room up the wrong way. Of all the people to have wrestled in PCW, you're the last guy I'd want to hire for LW. I don't want a discontented locker room. If you'd changed your ways, I'd have given you a job in a heartbeat cos you're a talented guy. But I don't see you changing. Just look at your face. You got beaten up 20 minutes ago for being an asshole. So I'm sorry Liam, but I'm not going to give you a job and that's my final word on the matter.
Reilly looks stunned at the character assassination and cannot bring himself to do anything other than stand up and walk out the club. His bedraggled state attracts more nervous looks from the clubbers. He walks outside and sits on the pavement. He stares up at the moon and then puts his head in his hands and starts to cry. 20 minutes later, Reilly is shocked by a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Casey and Stevie, smiling at him. Reilly stands up and composes himself, wiping a few stray tears from his face.
LR: Well thank you for your help gentlemen, but I didn't get a job, so I suppose this is goodbye.
Reilly extends a hand, but Casey and Stevie just look at it and grin even wider.
Casey: No such luck for you buddy. This is just the beginning. See, we convinced Leo that we could change you for the better in a week and that he'd want to sign you once we're done. So you're gonna come with us, and we're gonna have a week like you've never had before! He's willing to re-consider you in a week's time. So we've got some work to do.
Stevie: This time next week, my friend, you're going to be one of the Party People AND you're going to be joining Libertarian Wrestling. Let's get started!
Stevie and Casey lead Reilly back into the club, each with an arm on his shoulder and the scene ends.
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Present Day
A Vignette Played During A Commercial Break
The camera fades in to see Liam Reilly sitting in the middle of the ring in an empty arena. The ring is decorated with the old PCW apron. Reilly's face is pensive, and his eyes glazed over, as if deep in thought. Reilly's voiceover plays over the top of the footage.
Reilly: For too long I've relied on other people to help me along the way. My parents...
We cut to an image of a photograph of Liam Reilly being given a Ferrari F430 as a gift by his Father for his 18th birthday. Then we cut back to Liam Reilly sat in the ring.
...my trainers...
We cut to footage of Liam Reilly in training as a young man, at Britain's top Wrestling school, then another cut to footage of Reilly winning an Amateur competition. After this, we cut to Reilly again.
...and my friends.
We cut to a photograph of Reilly shaking hands with Antonio Edwards, Reilly's friend and head writer for SCWE, then we cut to footage of Reilly and his partner Sway winning the SCWE Tag Team Titles for the first time. We then cut back to Reilly sat in the ring.
Reilly: Now is the time for me to do my own hard work. It's time to forget where I came from, and look to where I'm going.
The camera cuts and we're now watching Reilly in training, running along a sandy beach at sunrise in a grey tanktop and black shorts. Reilly's voiceover is played over the footage again.
Reilly: I thought I was finished. I thought I was done. I thought that, when the Icon no longer had a job, I would never wrestle again. Well, the Icon IS finished. The Icon IS done.
The camera cuts to a close up of Reilly's face. He looks down at the ground and closes his eyes. The camera fades to black. Then all of a sudden it cuts back to Reilly's face. He opens his eyes and looks straight ahead, determination etched on his face.
But I'M NOT finished. I'M NOT done, I AM coming back. This Thursday, August 11th, Liam Reilly IS back. The Icon Liam Reilly is no more, but The Redeemer Liam Reilly is here, and here to stay. Same man, new attitude. Libertarian Wrestling - Prepare To Be Redeemed.
Reilly stares straight at the camera, the determined look still visible on his face as the camera fades out.
The scene opens to see Liam Reilly at a busy airport bar, dressed in a suit as usual. He's sat in a dimly lit booth in the corner, eyes closed, with a scotch on the rocks in his hand. The bar is buzzing with conversation, audible over the light jazz wafting through the sound system, but Reilly ignores it all. Occaisionally, he takes a small mouthful from his drink. His cell phone starts ringing and he sighs. Putting his drink down on the table, he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and takes out his phone. He looks at the caller ID screen before answering.
Liam Reilly: Hello? Who is this speaking? PPW? What the fuck is that? Philadelphia Pro Wrestling? Never heard of it. What do you want?
Reilly's voice is getting louder and louder and it's clear his current glass of scotch is not his first of the day. Other patrons in the bar start looking over, some in fear, some in disgust.
LR: You want ME to work for YOU? I've never even heard of your shitty little company. Why the FUCK would I want to join you? I'M THE FUCKING ICON OF PCW! I'M NOT GOING TO GO DOWN TO SOME SHITHOLE IN PHILADELPHIA TO WRESTLE IN A SHED FOR SOME YUPPIE TRASH LIKE YOU! IF YOU CALL THIS NUMBER AGAIN, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR FUCKING BODY.
Reilly hangs up the phone and throws it down onto the table. He becomes conscious of everyone looking at him. He stands up and throws his arms out wide in a questioning manner.
LR: What the fuck are you all staring at? Go back to your boring conversations about your shoes and leave me alone.
The other customers slowly return to their conversations and Reilly collapses back into his seat. He begins muttering to himself.
LR: Useless fucking parasites. Try to make me look bad. Fuck them all, I say.
Reilly picks up his drink and raises it in a toast.
LR: Cheers to me.
Reilly swigs what remains of his drink, then stands up. He staggers over to the bar and waits for the barman to make his way over to him.
LR: Same again please... (Reilly peers at the Barman's nametag, squinting to read it)...Ted.
Barman: Sir, I'm afraid I've been told I can't serve you any more alcohol. You can purchase a soft drink, but if you wish to purchase any more alcohol, I'm afraid you will have to go elsewhere.
Reilly looks shocked and appalled at this statement, and leans forward, grabbing the barman by his lapels. He pulls the barman towards him and speaks quietly in his ear.
LR: Listen, shithead, I've lost my job and I have nothing to lose. So you either get me another drink, or I'll smash my glass in your face.
Reilly releases the barman, who staggers back and falls into a display of pint glasses, knocking them over. This, along with Reilly's accompanying laugh, attracts the attention of a man standing at the bar.
Man: Hey, what the hell's wrong with you.
LR: Me? Absolutely nothing.
Reilly walks up to the man, stopping about 2 feet away from him. He staggers slightly, steadying himself on the bar.
LR: You, on the other hand, don't look in the best of conditions right now.
The man looks confused for a second, and Reilly uses that delay to grab the man's drink and throw it in his face. The man recoils and Reilly swings a right hand. He catches the man in the jaw and the man staggers back. His wife screams, and the man stands up and prepares to counter-attack. His wife quickly screams at him.
Woman: No darling, don't do it. You'll wind up in prison again.
Reilly smirks unsteadily, looking at the man, then his wife, then back to the man again.
LR: You should listen to your lady friend there, my friend. Hitting me would be a very big mistake. Why don't you scuttle along and wait for your plane somewhere else.
The man and his companion leave, the man much more hesitantly than the woman. Reilly props himself up on the bar, facing towards the rest of the customers, most of whom are staring at him again.
What are you idiots staring at now? DRINK! DRINK, YOU USELESS FUCKING DREGS!
Reilly's cell phone goes off again, but with a different ring-tone to before. This time, he doesn't bother looking at the caller ID, as he knows that this ringtone is reserved for his Father.
LR: Yes Father? I'm at the airport, I'm going on holiday remember? Listen, did you give my number to the Phil...harmonic Pro Wrestling company I think their name was? Oh, well they gave me a call earlier, wanted to know if I'd work for them. I turned them down of course, never heard of them so decided not to waste my time.
Reilly is quiet for longer than usual, as his Father explains something to him.
LR: An interview with Leo Hawkins? For Libertarian Wrestling? I thought LW was just a myth. He's agreed to meet me in Ibiza? I suppose he demanded we pay for him? Yes, I thought so. Still, if it gets me an interview, all the better.
Reilly overhears the airport tannoy announcing the last boarding call for his flight, and fumbles for his tickets.
LR: Father, must dash, my flight is boarding. I'll speak to you when I land. Give my best to mother.
Reilly throws a couple of £50 notes at the barman and runs off to board his plane. The scene ends.
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2 Days Later
The scene opens on a busy Ibizan street. Liam Reilly is walking along the pavement dressed in his usual black suit, ignoring the bright lights and heavy basslines exuding out of the clubs to his left and right. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, with an address scribbled on it. He stops walking and looks at the paper, then at the building right in front of him. He looks back at the paper, then takes a couple of steps back to look up at the name of the building, before looking back down at the paper.
Reilly: (To himself) Where the fuck is this damn club? It should be right here.
A young woman walks up to him. She's dressed in a miniskirt and sleeveless jeanshirt.
Woman: Looking for a good time?
Reilly looks at her as if she was something unpleasant on his shoe.
Reilly: No, as a matter of fact I'm looking for the Sampson Club. It should be right here. Do you know where it is?
The woman looks coyly at the wallet, the outline of which is visible in Reilly's pocket.
Woman: That depends on how much it's worth to you.
Reilly gives her an exasperated look and fumbles for his wallet. He pulls out 200 Euros and hands it to her.
Reilly: Right, now where is it?
Woman: Take the next right, walk down 3 blocks take a left and it's the 3rd building on your left.
Reilly takes off immediately, not bothering to thank the woman. He takes the right, which leads into an alleyway. As he enters, he feels a heavy thud on the back of his head. He falls forward, onto a group of bins. He turns round to see man from the airport bar standing over him, smiling.
Reilly: What the fuck do you want?
The man answers with a kick to the face, catching Reilly in the jaw.
Man: A lot easier to gain the upperhand when the other guy isn't expecting it, isn't it?
The man kicks Reilly again, this time in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. Reilly splutters then rolls over onto all-fours.
Reilly: Just take my wallet and leave me alone.
The man laughs and kicks Reilly in the face again and Reilly feels his nose start to swell.
Man: Your money can't save you on this one. It's about time someone called you out on your attitude matey. You act like a piece of shit to everyone else. It's time you were treated like one.
The man pulls a chain out of his jacket and starts to swing it. As he prepares to strike, two young men come out of nowhere and tackle him. They each hit a couple of punches on the man and knock him out. Then they walk over to Reilly, extending a hand to help him up. Reilly accepts the hand and gets back to his feet.
Man #1: Are you ok? You look like you're in a bit of shock. Come with us, we'll buy you a drink, calm your nerves.
Reilly: Thank you for your help gentlemen, but I cannot stop. I need to be at the Sampson Club, I have an appointment.
The 2 new men look somewhat surprised, but then they both smile.
Man #2: No problem, because that's where we're headed too. We've got an appointment with Leo Hawkins about his new wrestling company. He said he wants to sign us.
Reilly: Leo Hawkins? That's who I'm going to see.
Man #2: Awesome! We can go together! What's your name buddy?
Reilly: Liam Reilly.
Man #2: Pleased to meet you Liam. I'm Stevie, this here's Casey.
Reilly shakes both their hands and they walk off towards the club.
The three walk to the club. When they get there they explain that they have an appointment with Leo Hawkins and are granted access. "Stand Up" by Prodigy is playing through the club, which is full with at least a thousand clubbers. The club is lit with a blue neon glow and the majority of the clubbers are wearing UV paint and glow sticks. Reilly's beaten up face attracts several looks of horror and concern from the clubbers, but most of them notice he's with Casey and Stevie. Occasionally a random person walks up to Stevie or Casey to give them a high 5.
Reilly: You're popular round here, huh!?
Casey: That's what happens when you embrace the party lifestyle. People like you, people respect you and...no offence...people don't wanna kick your ass.
Reilly looks thoughtful as he takes in Casey's words. The three men make it to the back of the club where Leo Hawkins is seated.
Reilly: Evening, Mr. Hawkins.
Hawkins gives Reilly a confused look, as if he doesn't recognise the bloodied face. Then he realises who it is.
Leo: Liam Reilly? What the fuck happened to you?
Reilly: I got jumped by some guy I had problems with at the airport.
Leo: Let me guess, you acted like an asshole to him?
Hawkins turns to Casey and Stevie.
Leo: Casey, Stevie, do you mind waiting in the next booth, this shouldn't take too long.
Casey and Stevie turn to go, Casey pats Reilly on the shoulder.
Casey: Good luck man.
Reilly nods his appreciation as Casey and Stevie move over to the next booth.
Leo: Sit down Liam.
Leo motions to a space opposite him and Reilly takes a seat.
Leo: Now, before we start I want you to know I only agreed to this because your father invested a lot of money in LW. I don't much want to hire you, for the reasons that caused you to get beaten up. People hate you Liam. You're not like other guys who leave their character in the ring. You ARE your character. You ARE that spoiled rich punk asshole that everyone hates. You rub the locker room up the wrong way. Of all the people to have wrestled in PCW, you're the last guy I'd want to hire for LW. I don't want a discontented locker room. If you'd changed your ways, I'd have given you a job in a heartbeat cos you're a talented guy. But I don't see you changing. Just look at your face. You got beaten up 20 minutes ago for being an asshole. So I'm sorry Liam, but I'm not going to give you a job and that's my final word on the matter.
Reilly looks stunned at the character assassination and cannot bring himself to do anything other than stand up and walk out the club. His bedraggled state attracts more nervous looks from the clubbers. He walks outside and sits on the pavement. He stares up at the moon and then puts his head in his hands and starts to cry. 20 minutes later, Reilly is shocked by a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Casey and Stevie, smiling at him. Reilly stands up and composes himself, wiping a few stray tears from his face.
LR: Well thank you for your help gentlemen, but I didn't get a job, so I suppose this is goodbye.
Reilly extends a hand, but Casey and Stevie just look at it and grin even wider.
Casey: No such luck for you buddy. This is just the beginning. See, we convinced Leo that we could change you for the better in a week and that he'd want to sign you once we're done. So you're gonna come with us, and we're gonna have a week like you've never had before! He's willing to re-consider you in a week's time. So we've got some work to do.
Stevie: This time next week, my friend, you're going to be one of the Party People AND you're going to be joining Libertarian Wrestling. Let's get started!
Stevie and Casey lead Reilly back into the club, each with an arm on his shoulder and the scene ends.
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Present Day
A Vignette Played During A Commercial Break
The camera fades in to see Liam Reilly sitting in the middle of the ring in an empty arena. The ring is decorated with the old PCW apron. Reilly's face is pensive, and his eyes glazed over, as if deep in thought. Reilly's voiceover plays over the top of the footage.
Reilly: For too long I've relied on other people to help me along the way. My parents...
We cut to an image of a photograph of Liam Reilly being given a Ferrari F430 as a gift by his Father for his 18th birthday. Then we cut back to Liam Reilly sat in the ring.
...my trainers...
We cut to footage of Liam Reilly in training as a young man, at Britain's top Wrestling school, then another cut to footage of Reilly winning an Amateur competition. After this, we cut to Reilly again.
...and my friends.
We cut to a photograph of Reilly shaking hands with Antonio Edwards, Reilly's friend and head writer for SCWE, then we cut to footage of Reilly and his partner Sway winning the SCWE Tag Team Titles for the first time. We then cut back to Reilly sat in the ring.
Reilly: Now is the time for me to do my own hard work. It's time to forget where I came from, and look to where I'm going.
The camera cuts and we're now watching Reilly in training, running along a sandy beach at sunrise in a grey tanktop and black shorts. Reilly's voiceover is played over the footage again.
Reilly: I thought I was finished. I thought I was done. I thought that, when the Icon no longer had a job, I would never wrestle again. Well, the Icon IS finished. The Icon IS done.
The camera cuts to a close up of Reilly's face. He looks down at the ground and closes his eyes. The camera fades to black. Then all of a sudden it cuts back to Reilly's face. He opens his eyes and looks straight ahead, determination etched on his face.
But I'M NOT finished. I'M NOT done, I AM coming back. This Thursday, August 11th, Liam Reilly IS back. The Icon Liam Reilly is no more, but The Redeemer Liam Reilly is here, and here to stay. Same man, new attitude. Libertarian Wrestling - Prepare To Be Redeemed.
Reilly stares straight at the camera, the determined look still visible on his face as the camera fades out.
