Post by LiamJR24 on Jun 21, 2011 23:30:30 GMT -5
Liam Reilly is sat in the back seat of his Rolls-Royce Phantom, on his way back to the hotel after his match at the final episode of Rapture. He’s dressed in the usual black suit/white shirt combination. His kitbag is on the seat next to him. Having left straight after showering and getting changed back into his suit, he has yet to hear the announcement for the 5-Way match at Cataclysm, or the news that PCW is closing down. He’s staring out the window, deep in thought. The ringing of his iPhone rouses him from his thoughts. He answers the phone in a weary tone.
Hello?...Oh, good evening father. Yes, I know, another loss. Still, it frees me up to finally rid myself of Jay Miller at Cataclysm.
Reilly sits silently as his father speaks on the other end of the phone. Something his father says suddenly rouses an anger in Reilly.
What do you mean my demand hasn’t been met and the match isn’t going ahead at Cataclysm?! Ryder practically guaranteed it to me! I would’ve put some effort into my match tonight if I’d known he was going to double back on his word like that! I take it I still have some kind of match at Cataclysm though right? What is it?
Reilly again remains quiet as he is given the details of his match at Cataclysm. As he hears more and more, his face gets redder and redder, angrier and angrier, until he looks like he’s about to lose his mind.
A FIVE WAY MATCH? WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE IDIOTS THINKING?
This outburst draws a disapproving stare from the driver, which Reilly sees through the rear view mirror
One moment father... (Reilly pulls the phone away from his head and covers the mouthpiece with his hand, to prevent his father from hearing) Are you paid to make judgements, or just to drive me where I want to go? Keep your eyes on the road and do your damn job
The driver’s face screws up into one of discontent and annoyance, but he turns his attention back to the road
NOW, as I was saying, how hard is it to book me in a singles match for God’s sake?! Week after week, I’ve been in Triple Threats, 4-Ways, 6-Man Tags and now this crap?!?! And this time against 2 nobodies and the 2 flops from tonight’s match. What’s to stop me marching up to Ryder and just saying no?
Again, Reilly listens. Something his father says clearly confuses him before he responds.
What do you mean they’ll make it difficult for me to find work somewhere else? I’m not looking to find work anywhere else.
Reilly’s father informs him of the big news of the evening regarding the future of PCW
Shutting down? You’re joking right? Just as I’m starting to come into my own and build a reputation as the best technical wrestler in PCW, they shut down. Well that’s just great. They’ve been against me from Day 1. Putting me in a debut match with an obsessive lunatic, sticking me with that useless idiot Marshall Douglas and that doddery fool Gonzo, giving me all these stupid matches. Well good riddance to the lot of them I say.
As Reilly listens to his father on the other end of the phone, he exhales deeply, running his free hand down, through his hair, then across his face, yawning as he does so. He looks out the front windscreen and sees that his car is approaching the hotel.
Yes, I suppose I should just suck it up and make sure I dismantle these 4 useless guttersnipes at Cataclysm. A good showing and I might get a decent job somewhere else. Anyway father, I’m about to arrive at the hotel. I’ll phone you if I have time tomorrow. Take care of yourself. Goodnight.
Reilly hangs up and returns the phone to his pocket as the car pulls up to the hotel. He opens the door himself, and silently exits the car, taking his bag with him.
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The camera fades in and Liam Reilly is standing backstage, staring at the ground. For once he is in his ring gear, instead of his suit. As he prepares to speak, he rubs his taped up hands. His gaze slowly rises from the ground to his hands, then to the camera. His usual smirk is clear on his face.
So, we come to PCW’s grand finale and I can’t think of a more fitting way for me to have my last match in a PCW ring. Weeks of aggravation and antagonising from Jay Miller and crossing paths with Nightrain has built up to this...a match in which I’m dropped in with 4 idiots, only 2 of whom I’m interested in giving a lesson in technical wrestling to. Sums up my career here really doesn’t it. Kept down by an ungrateful company, who refused to see my potential and give me a break and instead stuck me in stupid matches with idiots that I couldn’t give a damn about.
Reilly pauses, bringing his hands together almost like a prayer, though his index fingers are raised to his chin, just about touching his bottom lip. His smirk is gone, replaced by a pensive look.
Now Tom Hanlon and Adrian Willard have got a beef with each other, I’m sure, but they are very much the Marlon and Jackie Jackson of this match’s Jackson 5. Hanlon, Willard, no-one wants you in this match, no-one needs you in this match and no-one cares about you in this match. This is all about Miller, Nightrain and I. If either of you two get in my way, you will be taken down in order for me to get to who matters in this match.
Reilly’s hands drop to his waist
Of the two people that are actually important to me in this match, I couldn’t say who I consider more of a challenge. Nightrain has gone toe-to-toe with World Champions before and nearly won. Of course, I don’t need to tell you that, he never stops going on about it. Add to this the fact that he has beaten me in the past, and he makes for a difficult opponent. BUT... (Reilly raises the index finger on his right hand and begins to point it and gesture with it as he makes his statement) ...you forget that I too have nearly bested a World Champion. Numerous times, I was less than half a second from victory against Mariano Fernandez. And the Scars of Wrestling Cup match that you beat me in...you spent most of the match doing nothing. I put in the performance of a champion and then a dodgy ref cost me the match. Well, I’ve learned from the mistakes of the past Nightrain. This time I know that if I’m putting you down, I’m going to have to keep you down so long that not even a crooked referee can save you...and believe me... (Reilly’s smirk returns, bigger than usual) ...I plan to do just that.
Reilly drops his hands and stares intensely at the ground. He runs both of his hands through his hair, his head rising with them as they reach the back.
Now onto the main reason I’m even considering showing up for this match... (Reilly looks to the ceiling, smirking once again, before turning back to the camera) ... Jay Miller. Now Miller, I’ve stated before that I’ve noticed your continued obsession with me, and how I dislike it so much. I also said it would end at Cataclysm, and what do you know, I was right. Now Miller, you like to play the respectful high and mighty type around here, but let’s look back at our interactions in the past. I made comments about your family, you made comments about my wealth. We both verbally attacked each other, the only difference between us is I wasn’t afraid to strike first. You may think that makes me a bully, but Miller, I think that just makes you a coward and at Cataclysm, I want to show the world how much of a coward you are Miller. I want them to see you cry in the middle of the ring, begging for mercy as you tap to the Pheasant Plucker and know that, when they cheered for you in the past, they cheered...for a coward. I want them to realise that whenever we didn’t have a match, but you still verbally attacked me and they cheered, they were cheering...for a coward.
Reilly looks pleased with himself for that last statement and a self-satisfied smile spreads across his face. As he continues, he opens his arms out wide.
That’s all the talking I need to do outside of the ring. When Cataclysm is over with, everyone will see that my actions are speaking much louder, in the ring. (Reilly brings his hands down and places them on his hips) As for my opponents at Cataclysm, their silence so far, out of the ring, will be matched by the silence of their actions in the ring, and that silence is deafening.
Reilly gives one last smirk and then walks out of shot of the camera, as it fades out
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OOC: It's been a pleasure RPing with everyone here, and when PCW makes its return, I'll be waiting. Until then, hopefully I'll see most of you in WKF.
Hello?...Oh, good evening father. Yes, I know, another loss. Still, it frees me up to finally rid myself of Jay Miller at Cataclysm.
Reilly sits silently as his father speaks on the other end of the phone. Something his father says suddenly rouses an anger in Reilly.
What do you mean my demand hasn’t been met and the match isn’t going ahead at Cataclysm?! Ryder practically guaranteed it to me! I would’ve put some effort into my match tonight if I’d known he was going to double back on his word like that! I take it I still have some kind of match at Cataclysm though right? What is it?
Reilly again remains quiet as he is given the details of his match at Cataclysm. As he hears more and more, his face gets redder and redder, angrier and angrier, until he looks like he’s about to lose his mind.
A FIVE WAY MATCH? WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE IDIOTS THINKING?
This outburst draws a disapproving stare from the driver, which Reilly sees through the rear view mirror
One moment father... (Reilly pulls the phone away from his head and covers the mouthpiece with his hand, to prevent his father from hearing) Are you paid to make judgements, or just to drive me where I want to go? Keep your eyes on the road and do your damn job
The driver’s face screws up into one of discontent and annoyance, but he turns his attention back to the road
NOW, as I was saying, how hard is it to book me in a singles match for God’s sake?! Week after week, I’ve been in Triple Threats, 4-Ways, 6-Man Tags and now this crap?!?! And this time against 2 nobodies and the 2 flops from tonight’s match. What’s to stop me marching up to Ryder and just saying no?
Again, Reilly listens. Something his father says clearly confuses him before he responds.
What do you mean they’ll make it difficult for me to find work somewhere else? I’m not looking to find work anywhere else.
Reilly’s father informs him of the big news of the evening regarding the future of PCW
Shutting down? You’re joking right? Just as I’m starting to come into my own and build a reputation as the best technical wrestler in PCW, they shut down. Well that’s just great. They’ve been against me from Day 1. Putting me in a debut match with an obsessive lunatic, sticking me with that useless idiot Marshall Douglas and that doddery fool Gonzo, giving me all these stupid matches. Well good riddance to the lot of them I say.
As Reilly listens to his father on the other end of the phone, he exhales deeply, running his free hand down, through his hair, then across his face, yawning as he does so. He looks out the front windscreen and sees that his car is approaching the hotel.
Yes, I suppose I should just suck it up and make sure I dismantle these 4 useless guttersnipes at Cataclysm. A good showing and I might get a decent job somewhere else. Anyway father, I’m about to arrive at the hotel. I’ll phone you if I have time tomorrow. Take care of yourself. Goodnight.
Reilly hangs up and returns the phone to his pocket as the car pulls up to the hotel. He opens the door himself, and silently exits the car, taking his bag with him.
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The camera fades in and Liam Reilly is standing backstage, staring at the ground. For once he is in his ring gear, instead of his suit. As he prepares to speak, he rubs his taped up hands. His gaze slowly rises from the ground to his hands, then to the camera. His usual smirk is clear on his face.
So, we come to PCW’s grand finale and I can’t think of a more fitting way for me to have my last match in a PCW ring. Weeks of aggravation and antagonising from Jay Miller and crossing paths with Nightrain has built up to this...a match in which I’m dropped in with 4 idiots, only 2 of whom I’m interested in giving a lesson in technical wrestling to. Sums up my career here really doesn’t it. Kept down by an ungrateful company, who refused to see my potential and give me a break and instead stuck me in stupid matches with idiots that I couldn’t give a damn about.
Reilly pauses, bringing his hands together almost like a prayer, though his index fingers are raised to his chin, just about touching his bottom lip. His smirk is gone, replaced by a pensive look.
Now Tom Hanlon and Adrian Willard have got a beef with each other, I’m sure, but they are very much the Marlon and Jackie Jackson of this match’s Jackson 5. Hanlon, Willard, no-one wants you in this match, no-one needs you in this match and no-one cares about you in this match. This is all about Miller, Nightrain and I. If either of you two get in my way, you will be taken down in order for me to get to who matters in this match.
Reilly’s hands drop to his waist
Of the two people that are actually important to me in this match, I couldn’t say who I consider more of a challenge. Nightrain has gone toe-to-toe with World Champions before and nearly won. Of course, I don’t need to tell you that, he never stops going on about it. Add to this the fact that he has beaten me in the past, and he makes for a difficult opponent. BUT... (Reilly raises the index finger on his right hand and begins to point it and gesture with it as he makes his statement) ...you forget that I too have nearly bested a World Champion. Numerous times, I was less than half a second from victory against Mariano Fernandez. And the Scars of Wrestling Cup match that you beat me in...you spent most of the match doing nothing. I put in the performance of a champion and then a dodgy ref cost me the match. Well, I’ve learned from the mistakes of the past Nightrain. This time I know that if I’m putting you down, I’m going to have to keep you down so long that not even a crooked referee can save you...and believe me... (Reilly’s smirk returns, bigger than usual) ...I plan to do just that.
Reilly drops his hands and stares intensely at the ground. He runs both of his hands through his hair, his head rising with them as they reach the back.
Now onto the main reason I’m even considering showing up for this match... (Reilly looks to the ceiling, smirking once again, before turning back to the camera) ... Jay Miller. Now Miller, I’ve stated before that I’ve noticed your continued obsession with me, and how I dislike it so much. I also said it would end at Cataclysm, and what do you know, I was right. Now Miller, you like to play the respectful high and mighty type around here, but let’s look back at our interactions in the past. I made comments about your family, you made comments about my wealth. We both verbally attacked each other, the only difference between us is I wasn’t afraid to strike first. You may think that makes me a bully, but Miller, I think that just makes you a coward and at Cataclysm, I want to show the world how much of a coward you are Miller. I want them to see you cry in the middle of the ring, begging for mercy as you tap to the Pheasant Plucker and know that, when they cheered for you in the past, they cheered...for a coward. I want them to realise that whenever we didn’t have a match, but you still verbally attacked me and they cheered, they were cheering...for a coward.
Reilly looks pleased with himself for that last statement and a self-satisfied smile spreads across his face. As he continues, he opens his arms out wide.
That’s all the talking I need to do outside of the ring. When Cataclysm is over with, everyone will see that my actions are speaking much louder, in the ring. (Reilly brings his hands down and places them on his hips) As for my opponents at Cataclysm, their silence so far, out of the ring, will be matched by the silence of their actions in the ring, and that silence is deafening.
Reilly gives one last smirk and then walks out of shot of the camera, as it fades out
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OOC: It's been a pleasure RPing with everyone here, and when PCW makes its return, I'll be waiting. Until then, hopefully I'll see most of you in WKF.
