Post by leoncorella on Oct 26, 2009 19:38:28 GMT -7
[The scene opens once again upon the very same, dimly lit, concrete walled basement that Leon Corella had previously used for his past promo, only now we see more of it. The room was much more massive than it previously seemed, with a large wrestling mat in the very center of the room, surrounded by various pieces of training equipment, exercise machines, and lockers. On the far back wall a sign read "Welcome to Hell." Into the scene steps Leon Corella, dressed in a black training gi, his hands and feet taped at the wristes and ankles. Close behind him, is an elderly man that appears well into his 80's, but surprisingly is in almost as good a physical condition as Leon himself. The old man wears only a pair of loose fitting trunks with the word "IL SOLDAT" written down one leg. The old man spoke with a gravelled voice that only hinted at an Italian accent.]
Old Man- I hear tale that you have gone back to that joke they call a sport, Professional Wrestling....
[Corella smirked, knowing full well where the conversation was about to go. Upon close inspection, one could see the two share several facial and physical characteristics, such as strong cheek bones, a squared jaw, and a cleft chin. The old man stroked his bald-shaven head, as both he and Leon began doing leg stretches.]
Leon- Now Grandfather, this place isn't like the others. There is real competition going on here...
[His grandfather scoffed...]
Old Man- ...I bet, they wish to see who can cut their foreheads open with a razor first, or who can whine the best on a microphone... Bah... The days of real competition are over in Wrestling. You want real, jump into an MMA competition.
[...Corella silently took his Grandfather's harsh appraisal of his profession. The man stopped with the leg stretches and pointed a finger at Leon.]
Old Man- When I was your age, wrestling was a noble sport, and the name Corella was a name to be feared. Now?
[...He openly spat at the floor..]
Old Man- ...Now it's all about poses and cheap theatrics. Your father wasted his life away pursuing that garbage, God rest his soul, and now you wish to do the same, only you made horrible choices. Now the name Corella is ridiculed because of your actions. Once upon a time, students came here by the droves to learn our family's art, but because of you and your nonsense, people think our way is just like all the others out there, cheap and fake...
[...Leon's jaw set as anger began to show across his face...]
Leon- ...I make no excuses for what I did, Grandpa Lucius. I was a jackass, and let the opinions of others cloud my focus and judgement.
[...It was Grandpa Lucius, who now shot an angry look, getting right in the younger Corella's face...]
Lucius- You are damn straight that you have no excuses for any of the things you did! You were a fool! You made the entire family look like a fool! My fear is that you will do that all over again!! These jackals and the business they run nearly destroyed you, and you choose to go back to them? Why? Are you mad?
[...Leon shook his head, a look of determination furrowed his brow as he stares back into the eyes of the elder Corella...]
Leon- ....I do it because I need it, Grandfather. I need to be out there, standing in a ring and surrounded by screaming people. I need to prove, not just to the world, but to myself that I am not a failure.
[...Lucius sighed softly and gripped Leon's shoulders, visibly calming down...]
Lucius- Leon, I saw what all those promotions did to you. I was there with you each time you climbed up the mountain and were mere inches from the peak, only to fall. I may be strong for a man my age, but I am not eternal. I might not be there to pick up the pieces if you get pushed off the mountain again.
[...A solemn nod was given by Leon...]
Leon- ...I promise you, grandfather, on the name of my father, your son, and the heritage of the Corella family name, that I will not fail again. I will restore our name to it's rightful place...
[...Lucius patted his shoulder...]
Lucius- It is easy to promise... following through is the key to fulfillment. We will talk more later. Now, show me what you have learned...
[...The Camera fades as the two proceed directly to the wrestling mat...]
Old Man- I hear tale that you have gone back to that joke they call a sport, Professional Wrestling....
[Corella smirked, knowing full well where the conversation was about to go. Upon close inspection, one could see the two share several facial and physical characteristics, such as strong cheek bones, a squared jaw, and a cleft chin. The old man stroked his bald-shaven head, as both he and Leon began doing leg stretches.]
Leon- Now Grandfather, this place isn't like the others. There is real competition going on here...
[His grandfather scoffed...]
Old Man- ...I bet, they wish to see who can cut their foreheads open with a razor first, or who can whine the best on a microphone... Bah... The days of real competition are over in Wrestling. You want real, jump into an MMA competition.
[...Corella silently took his Grandfather's harsh appraisal of his profession. The man stopped with the leg stretches and pointed a finger at Leon.]
Old Man- When I was your age, wrestling was a noble sport, and the name Corella was a name to be feared. Now?
[...He openly spat at the floor..]
Old Man- ...Now it's all about poses and cheap theatrics. Your father wasted his life away pursuing that garbage, God rest his soul, and now you wish to do the same, only you made horrible choices. Now the name Corella is ridiculed because of your actions. Once upon a time, students came here by the droves to learn our family's art, but because of you and your nonsense, people think our way is just like all the others out there, cheap and fake...
[...Leon's jaw set as anger began to show across his face...]
Leon- ...I make no excuses for what I did, Grandpa Lucius. I was a jackass, and let the opinions of others cloud my focus and judgement.
[...It was Grandpa Lucius, who now shot an angry look, getting right in the younger Corella's face...]
Lucius- You are damn straight that you have no excuses for any of the things you did! You were a fool! You made the entire family look like a fool! My fear is that you will do that all over again!! These jackals and the business they run nearly destroyed you, and you choose to go back to them? Why? Are you mad?
[...Leon shook his head, a look of determination furrowed his brow as he stares back into the eyes of the elder Corella...]
Leon- ....I do it because I need it, Grandfather. I need to be out there, standing in a ring and surrounded by screaming people. I need to prove, not just to the world, but to myself that I am not a failure.
[...Lucius sighed softly and gripped Leon's shoulders, visibly calming down...]
Lucius- Leon, I saw what all those promotions did to you. I was there with you each time you climbed up the mountain and were mere inches from the peak, only to fall. I may be strong for a man my age, but I am not eternal. I might not be there to pick up the pieces if you get pushed off the mountain again.
[...A solemn nod was given by Leon...]
Leon- ...I promise you, grandfather, on the name of my father, your son, and the heritage of the Corella family name, that I will not fail again. I will restore our name to it's rightful place...
[...Lucius patted his shoulder...]
Lucius- It is easy to promise... following through is the key to fulfillment. We will talk more later. Now, show me what you have learned...
[...The Camera fades as the two proceed directly to the wrestling mat...]
