Post by Avery Miles III on Aug 10, 2016 8:27:44 GMT -5
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Scene 001 - Cool Beans Coffee Shop - Las Vegas, Nevada - August 7th, 2016
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*Avery Miles III is sitting in the back corner of a coffee shop. He has one hand on his phone and one on a mug. The shop is not very busy, and he specifically picked this location out as it was quiet and did not get much foot traffic. He anxiously awaits his guest. The door to the coffee shop jingles and in walks NGW Five Lakes Champion Ashleigh Grimes, dressed in a pair of hip hugging cutoffs, a Guns N Roses tee shirt and a Yankees cap pulled down close to her eyes. She scans the shop and smiles as she spies Avery. Walking over she extends her arms to greet him with a warm hug.*
Ashleigh: Hey you, good to see you.
*He hugs her back and offers a seat*
Avery: I figured this place wasn’t so bad. Haven’t been here in awhile since Taylor and I started renovating the place in Indio. I appreciate you coming here. I just, I wanted to talk some and maybe get some perspective?
*Avery bites his lower lip, a clear tell of being nervous about something*
Avery: How are things with you and Gav though? I mean, everyone on Twitter seems to follow it like a soap opera.
*Ashleigh rolls her eyes and exhales.*
Ashleigh: That’s because it IS a fucking soap opera.
*She groans, clearly exasperated.*
Ashleigh: We’re fine for now. I feel like this match is something we have to do but I’m not sure our relationship is going to survive it.
*She shrugs and instinctively reaches across the table to place her hand atop his.*
Ashleigh: What’s eating you though? You seem… nervous.
*A mischievous grin sweeps across her face.*
Ashleigh: Did I get you pregnant?
*He laughs, Ashleigh always had a great humor to her… even if some people took it wrong or too brash*
Avery: Well.
*He breathes deep as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pill bottle. He sets it on the table*
Avery: So I know that you have your own fair share of things going on upstairs.
*Avery scratches his head*
Avery: You're not alone. Back in New Zealand, I was diagnosed as being bi-polar. I have been on meds and doing better. But I thought I was getting better, stopped taking them, and completely freaked Taylor out. She was there for me, and helped to settle me. But.. how the fuck do you deal?
*Ash’s hand immediately recoils and her eyes flash to Avery’s as he places the pill bottle on the table. She scowls but listens, her eyes never once leaving the bottle.*
Ashleigh: How do I deal?
*She scoffs and leans back in her seat, her eyes growing cold as if she’s sizing Avery up.*
Ashleigh: So you brought me here, leading into your match against Gavin, to ask me how I deal with my mental issues? Not very well, especially when someone decides to ambush me with a fucking support group meeting. You want my advice? Stay on your fucking meds. Hell, if you’ve been on them since New Zealand you’ve actually done better with them than without them… and oh yeah, take solace in the fact that a lot of fucked up shit has happened in your life which sort of explains why you’re a little off. Me? I was born broken, but thanks for bringing it up.
*She starts to rise from the table.*
Ashleigh: Shit, maybe you did drive Kenzie to drink after all.
Avery: This wasn’t a support group or an ambush. I am not dealing well. I know that you’ve had your issues. And this has NOTHING to do with Gav. I am coming to you as a friend, needing help. I’m… I’m sorry. Okay? I don’t want to screw things up with Tay or Brook. I know that I got a lot on my plate, and win or lose, I am still who I am. I am not playing mind games or trying to push any buttons. I just…
*Avery sighs, pulling the bottle back into his pocket*
Avery: This was a bad idea. Okay? I’ll just let you be then.
*Avery begins to gather his wallet and phone*
*Ashleigh slumps back into her seat and exhales, obviously not thrilled but at least open to conversation.*
Ashleigh: It sounds like you just answered your own question. If you being on the meds is best for Tay and the kid then that’s what you should do. Is there any downside to your being on them? For me, the meds dull my edge, my anger… which can be both good and bad so it’s sort of a wash. Is there any reason, other than the stigma of being on them, that you’re trying to get away from them?
*A slight smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.*
Ashleigh: They’re making you gain weight, aren’t they? You’ve looked a little pudgy lately.
*He offers a slight smile*
Avery: I just… I don’t feel like I am me. I feel like I am some crazy person that needs meds to be okay? I just hate having to rely on them. I don’t really relate to anyone in that manner. I don’t know anyone else that takes meds. Sort of why I wanted to talk to you. Plus, I also wanted to sort of see if you were okay. I know you are Gav go back and forth so much, and you don’t need someone trying to “be there for you.” I just want to make sure my friends are good, both of them.
*He smiles a bit more, hoping she was not going to follow up with an insult*
*Her smiles grows as well, she even nods along as he talks about how it feels to have to rely on meds.*
Ashleigh: The meds thing sucks Ave, there’s no two ways about it, but if you’re bipolar then a lot of that is chemical, isn’t it? Shitty body chemistry doesn’t make you weak or helpless. The only way you’re a victim is if you do nothing about it and let the disease ruin things with the people you care about most. As for Gav and I, we appreciate you looking out for us, we do. We’re just an out of control train careening towards the station right now. We may stop in time, but odds are there’s going to be some casualties.
Avery: Well I hope for one, it is not me.
*He laughs, jokingly*
Avery: I appreciate it. I just… I figured you could relate some. I just hate the whole stigma to it. I mean, I can’t control what I can’t. But it still sucks.
*He smiles at her, glad to have someone that he can open up to that has a similar experience*
Avery: Between Jenson and Persephone, and all of the others that enjoy bringing up my own flaws… I hope that facing Gavin and likely eventually facing you, maybe we won’t go there?
*He looks hopeful*
*She laughs into a sigh.*
Ashleigh: I can’t speak for Gavin, once he gets going you never know what will come out of his mouth. The one thing you can count on is that he’ll have plenty to say. As for you and I… I can promise I’ll never bring up this conversation or anything related to meds or whatever. I can also promise I’ll never say anything about past relationships or say anything negative about Tay or Brook. But as for you in the ring, I’m sure I’ll find plenty of flaws to pick on.
*Ash smiles until her nose wrinkles.*
Ashleigh: Otherwise I wouldn’t be being true to myself.
Avery: I wouldn't ask for anything more.
*He smiles*
Avery: Thanks Ash. I really do appreciate it. It means a lot to me. Would you like a coffee? Tea? Or something with alcohol?
*He jokes, maybe not*
Scene 002 - Chiles Center - Portland, Oregon - August 10th, 2016
*We open as Avery Miles III stands outside of the Chiles Center*
Welcome to the home of the University of Portland basketball team. This was also the place where the legend that is becoming Gavin Grimes got his start. His own words, they “took a shot on a kid”. This is where Portland Pro was hosting their shows from. This is the place where Gavin would gain his experience before joining New Generation Wrestling and becoming the whole damn show.
*Avery smiles as he walks past a line of the trees that maintained a natural feel to the center in the Northwest United States. Avery finds an empty bench and has a seat. The skies are overcast as he wears a light hoodie to help his hair from getting wet. The temperature in Portland would easily rise twenty to twenty five degrees in a day, and a rain shower was always a chance*
To say I was surprised about Gavin’s confidence would be an absolute lie. I knew that he was cocky and arrogant, but then again, who doesn’t? I mean, if I am Gavin-lite as he said, I would likely come out and say similar things. I could beat anyone, Taylor included. But that? I don’t get it. I know you and Ash are both competitors. And in a weird sense you are both made for each other. I guess that I just live my life a different way than you. Not good different. Not bad different. Just different.
*A nice breeze begins to pick up as Avery lifts the hood to cover his head*
You have my full attention Gavin. My full. Undivided attention. No worries about that. I know that facing some lowly champion is not on your bucket list. Facing someone that has beaten John Blade and KEG, to some the laughing stock of NGW, is beneath you. It will be a fun match, yes. But Gavin Grimes has much better things to do, right? I guess beating those put in front of me is a downfall. And that is something that Jenson Idol said to me as well. Beating up on the “bottom of the barrel” opponents. And I took his title. I guess it’s too bad that your title is not on the light, Gav.
It’s interesting to be on the receiving end of “Gabbin’ Grimes” for the first time; I’ve seen it over and over again, but this is the first time I am experiencing it first hand. I am a bit hurt that I am not on your list of dream opponents and that you are always looking ahead to Ashleigh, but I sort of knew those things coming in. For your sake, I hope that you focus on the now and here. But then again, you can look ahead and it is fine… but if I have matches coming up, you don’t have my focus? Sounds like things just don’t add up, but who am I to get into semantics? This is not me trying to play backhanded comments with you, this is me trying to wake you up. Realize that I am in the Marquee Division because I asked to be. I ASKED to work my way up. To earn my own keep. I failed quite a bit early on. And granted, I am a year older than you, you’ve shown that your talent and experience are better than mine. But that is fine… it is why I am here. In Portland. I wanted to get to know the area. Get to know where you started from. Because I started from somewhere too. And I am still working my way to the pinnacle of my career. You were thrown to the wolves immediately in NGW. You’ve admitted it, you feel like your back is against the wall. You are a dog fighting for his life. Fighting to survive. Even fighting with your wife. You’ve been pushed forward in the absence of Dead Eye. Or Bronx Valescence. You’ve taken the company on your shoulders. And you’ve done well. But even the best break down. We know that you won’t admit it. Gavin Grimes. Always ready for a challenge. But even the best wear themselves down.
*The overcast weather soon becomes a slight drizzle, but in the distance a stronger rain can be heard. The smell of a summer rain can be smelled; an unmistakable one*
The things that you say aren’t far off Gavin. I know that the Marquee Division may not have the talent of the Unified Division, but that does not mean that I am some watered down version of you. If anything, I am my own man. I do things VERY differently from you. I am not coming into this match thinking that I HAVE to win. Thinking that everything depends upon that. That is a lot of pressure. And you obviously LIVE on that pressure. You NEED it. Me? I know that win or lose, I come home to a girlfriend and a daughter that both love me very much. Win or lose, I am a hero in their eyes. Do I want to be the best? Do I want to be the face of NGW? I would be lying if I said no. But I don’t feel the pressure to HAVE to do so. You may think that is a self-defeatist sort of thinking but that is the reality to life. You’ve had your struggles in life. You deal with things the way that you do. I get to go home to a calm atmosphere. I would much rather play tea party with a pretty little three year old than to have this air of battling with those around me. You and I might be similar, but we are very different at the same time.
*The rain begins to pick up*
The rain up here it feels quite nice.
*He smiles, drawing back on his hood allowing the rain to fall to his head*
I’ve had a much harder time in my career. I have not developed as quickly as you. And yet, here I am. And some might argue that I have a legit shot as taking you down. Who knows? I guess I will just have to do whatever I can. You are right though, Gav.. I said I cannot be the same me. I cannot be the Avery that cannot win the big one. That cannot win titles. But I've won a Tag Team Title. I won a Marquee Title. I won the Super Falcon Cup. And I just won the Heritiage Title. We all have to start somewhere. You started in Portland Pro, correct? Where are they now? Here I am, and yet, they are not here. It just goes to show that just because you are more accomplished than I might be, we both had to start somewhere.
You’ve set a great example as a champion. And yet because the quality of my opponents in your eyes is lackluster, I am somehow not valued. I’ve beat who they put in front of me. Plain and simple. I am happy that you've withstood attacks to come out and do better. And win. I know that I could do the same as well, without worry. You think you are special being double booked? Done that. You wrestled hurts? Check. I wrestled in FSociety with hurt ribs. The same hurt ribs I fought against Jenson with. And what did I do? Beat a man that only two other men could beat. And I never quit, either. I took his title. Something no one has been able to do either.
You want to bring up that you’ve done things better than I have, and I had it easy with my family. I am truly sorry for your past. I am sorry that failure scares you so much. But maybe it is failure that you need to see that things will be okay. I’ve had my own tragedies in life. And I know to cherish every moment that I have. Every moment with Taylor. Every moment with Brooklyn. With my parents. With my friends. With you and Ash. Maybe you need to truly be bettered once just to allow you to realize how truly good you have things. We cannot change the past. You cannot change your family. Like I cannot change that Zoe and AJ were taken from me. But if it weren’t for that pain and heartbreak, we wouldn’t be who we are today. Would you not want to be the Unified Champion? The face of an entire brand? Recognized so easily. And to be married to the one person that truly gets you? I am guessing that the answer is no, you would not want any of that to go away.
We live through pain as humans. It is how we recover and triumph past that pain to truly measure who we are. I know how you sometimes feel. Having to be defensive. I’ve had to defend myself for those coming at me. Those taking personal shots at me. That is why I asked that we simply do not go there. I had to defend myself as being someone who is a bully. Something that I have never done. I get it, Gav. I do. And this week, I am indeed fighting someone I've never fought before. I am fighting someone that is willing to risk it all. Including his own body. Something that I am willing to do as well. And it could be the downfall of either of us.
*The rain begins to pour hard as Avery has to almost yell out to have his voice heard*
You are confident. And arrogant. And cocky. You know that you are the best. And you fight hard to make sure that failure never sets in. I applaud you for maintaining that mentality to this point. I know at Victory and Honor you are in for the fight of your career quite possibly. You say that you HAVE to win. Every match. No excuse. What happens IF you do lose, Gavin? Is it the end of the world? Does everything you know change? Does Ashleigh lose respect for you? Are you no longer the face of the company? Nah. Not at all Gavin. You wake up the next day. It is still Sunday. The sun rises. The birds chirp. And you will breath, eat, and shit just like your normally do. I’ve experienced wins. I’ve experienced losses. It sucks to lose. But it happens. And you are not perfect. Or special. You can lose to. Just remember that.
*Avery begins to head out of the rain, but stops and looks over his shoulder*
Oh, and Gavin; I have more than what it takes to beat you. Don't worry, if you saw Conflict this past Monday, you saw me bring out a move that I haven't used in a while. And there is plenty more where that come from. I am not afraid to use an opponent's move on them either.
*Avery smiles as he heads inside, just as the rain begins to let up*
Scene 003 - Indiana Farmer’s Coliseum - Indianapolis, Indiana - August 8th, 2016 - Before Conflict
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*Avery is sitting in his locker room. Taylor has run out to grab something to drink as Avery tries to relax and calm his nerves. We are hours from the start of Conflict. His phone lights up with a voicemail. He pulls it out and takes a listen.*
Voice: Mr Miles. We please ask of you to come into the station the next time you are in town. You have yet to return any of our phone calls. We have a lead and we need to ask some additional questions. We might have details on the driver, but we need to confirm some information about your wife first. Please contact us Mr. Miles. I am Detective Abraham. I will be in the office until six Pacific time. I hope that you return the phone call.
Message Service: If you would like to save the message, please hit 2. To replay the message, please hit 1. To delete the message, please hit 6.
*Avery hits 6*
Avery Miles III
Scene 001 - Cool Beans Coffee Shop - Las Vegas, Nevada - August 7th, 2016
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*Avery Miles III is sitting in the back corner of a coffee shop. He has one hand on his phone and one on a mug. The shop is not very busy, and he specifically picked this location out as it was quiet and did not get much foot traffic. He anxiously awaits his guest. The door to the coffee shop jingles and in walks NGW Five Lakes Champion Ashleigh Grimes, dressed in a pair of hip hugging cutoffs, a Guns N Roses tee shirt and a Yankees cap pulled down close to her eyes. She scans the shop and smiles as she spies Avery. Walking over she extends her arms to greet him with a warm hug.*
Ashleigh: Hey you, good to see you.
*He hugs her back and offers a seat*
Avery: I figured this place wasn’t so bad. Haven’t been here in awhile since Taylor and I started renovating the place in Indio. I appreciate you coming here. I just, I wanted to talk some and maybe get some perspective?
*Avery bites his lower lip, a clear tell of being nervous about something*
Avery: How are things with you and Gav though? I mean, everyone on Twitter seems to follow it like a soap opera.
*Ashleigh rolls her eyes and exhales.*
Ashleigh: That’s because it IS a fucking soap opera.
*She groans, clearly exasperated.*
Ashleigh: We’re fine for now. I feel like this match is something we have to do but I’m not sure our relationship is going to survive it.
*She shrugs and instinctively reaches across the table to place her hand atop his.*
Ashleigh: What’s eating you though? You seem… nervous.
*A mischievous grin sweeps across her face.*
Ashleigh: Did I get you pregnant?
*He laughs, Ashleigh always had a great humor to her… even if some people took it wrong or too brash*
Avery: Well.
*He breathes deep as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pill bottle. He sets it on the table*
Avery: So I know that you have your own fair share of things going on upstairs.
*Avery scratches his head*
Avery: You're not alone. Back in New Zealand, I was diagnosed as being bi-polar. I have been on meds and doing better. But I thought I was getting better, stopped taking them, and completely freaked Taylor out. She was there for me, and helped to settle me. But.. how the fuck do you deal?
*Ash’s hand immediately recoils and her eyes flash to Avery’s as he places the pill bottle on the table. She scowls but listens, her eyes never once leaving the bottle.*
Ashleigh: How do I deal?
*She scoffs and leans back in her seat, her eyes growing cold as if she’s sizing Avery up.*
Ashleigh: So you brought me here, leading into your match against Gavin, to ask me how I deal with my mental issues? Not very well, especially when someone decides to ambush me with a fucking support group meeting. You want my advice? Stay on your fucking meds. Hell, if you’ve been on them since New Zealand you’ve actually done better with them than without them… and oh yeah, take solace in the fact that a lot of fucked up shit has happened in your life which sort of explains why you’re a little off. Me? I was born broken, but thanks for bringing it up.
*She starts to rise from the table.*
Ashleigh: Shit, maybe you did drive Kenzie to drink after all.
Avery: This wasn’t a support group or an ambush. I am not dealing well. I know that you’ve had your issues. And this has NOTHING to do with Gav. I am coming to you as a friend, needing help. I’m… I’m sorry. Okay? I don’t want to screw things up with Tay or Brook. I know that I got a lot on my plate, and win or lose, I am still who I am. I am not playing mind games or trying to push any buttons. I just…
*Avery sighs, pulling the bottle back into his pocket*
Avery: This was a bad idea. Okay? I’ll just let you be then.
*Avery begins to gather his wallet and phone*
*Ashleigh slumps back into her seat and exhales, obviously not thrilled but at least open to conversation.*
Ashleigh: It sounds like you just answered your own question. If you being on the meds is best for Tay and the kid then that’s what you should do. Is there any downside to your being on them? For me, the meds dull my edge, my anger… which can be both good and bad so it’s sort of a wash. Is there any reason, other than the stigma of being on them, that you’re trying to get away from them?
*A slight smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.*
Ashleigh: They’re making you gain weight, aren’t they? You’ve looked a little pudgy lately.
*He offers a slight smile*
Avery: I just… I don’t feel like I am me. I feel like I am some crazy person that needs meds to be okay? I just hate having to rely on them. I don’t really relate to anyone in that manner. I don’t know anyone else that takes meds. Sort of why I wanted to talk to you. Plus, I also wanted to sort of see if you were okay. I know you are Gav go back and forth so much, and you don’t need someone trying to “be there for you.” I just want to make sure my friends are good, both of them.
*He smiles a bit more, hoping she was not going to follow up with an insult*
*Her smiles grows as well, she even nods along as he talks about how it feels to have to rely on meds.*
Ashleigh: The meds thing sucks Ave, there’s no two ways about it, but if you’re bipolar then a lot of that is chemical, isn’t it? Shitty body chemistry doesn’t make you weak or helpless. The only way you’re a victim is if you do nothing about it and let the disease ruin things with the people you care about most. As for Gav and I, we appreciate you looking out for us, we do. We’re just an out of control train careening towards the station right now. We may stop in time, but odds are there’s going to be some casualties.
Avery: Well I hope for one, it is not me.
*He laughs, jokingly*
Avery: I appreciate it. I just… I figured you could relate some. I just hate the whole stigma to it. I mean, I can’t control what I can’t. But it still sucks.
*He smiles at her, glad to have someone that he can open up to that has a similar experience*
Avery: Between Jenson and Persephone, and all of the others that enjoy bringing up my own flaws… I hope that facing Gavin and likely eventually facing you, maybe we won’t go there?
*He looks hopeful*
*She laughs into a sigh.*
Ashleigh: I can’t speak for Gavin, once he gets going you never know what will come out of his mouth. The one thing you can count on is that he’ll have plenty to say. As for you and I… I can promise I’ll never bring up this conversation or anything related to meds or whatever. I can also promise I’ll never say anything about past relationships or say anything negative about Tay or Brook. But as for you in the ring, I’m sure I’ll find plenty of flaws to pick on.
*Ash smiles until her nose wrinkles.*
Ashleigh: Otherwise I wouldn’t be being true to myself.
Avery: I wouldn't ask for anything more.
*He smiles*
Avery: Thanks Ash. I really do appreciate it. It means a lot to me. Would you like a coffee? Tea? Or something with alcohol?
*He jokes, maybe not*
Scene 002 - Chiles Center - Portland, Oregon - August 10th, 2016
*We open as Avery Miles III stands outside of the Chiles Center*
Welcome to the home of the University of Portland basketball team. This was also the place where the legend that is becoming Gavin Grimes got his start. His own words, they “took a shot on a kid”. This is where Portland Pro was hosting their shows from. This is the place where Gavin would gain his experience before joining New Generation Wrestling and becoming the whole damn show.
*Avery smiles as he walks past a line of the trees that maintained a natural feel to the center in the Northwest United States. Avery finds an empty bench and has a seat. The skies are overcast as he wears a light hoodie to help his hair from getting wet. The temperature in Portland would easily rise twenty to twenty five degrees in a day, and a rain shower was always a chance*
To say I was surprised about Gavin’s confidence would be an absolute lie. I knew that he was cocky and arrogant, but then again, who doesn’t? I mean, if I am Gavin-lite as he said, I would likely come out and say similar things. I could beat anyone, Taylor included. But that? I don’t get it. I know you and Ash are both competitors. And in a weird sense you are both made for each other. I guess that I just live my life a different way than you. Not good different. Not bad different. Just different.
*A nice breeze begins to pick up as Avery lifts the hood to cover his head*
You have my full attention Gavin. My full. Undivided attention. No worries about that. I know that facing some lowly champion is not on your bucket list. Facing someone that has beaten John Blade and KEG, to some the laughing stock of NGW, is beneath you. It will be a fun match, yes. But Gavin Grimes has much better things to do, right? I guess beating those put in front of me is a downfall. And that is something that Jenson Idol said to me as well. Beating up on the “bottom of the barrel” opponents. And I took his title. I guess it’s too bad that your title is not on the light, Gav.
It’s interesting to be on the receiving end of “Gabbin’ Grimes” for the first time; I’ve seen it over and over again, but this is the first time I am experiencing it first hand. I am a bit hurt that I am not on your list of dream opponents and that you are always looking ahead to Ashleigh, but I sort of knew those things coming in. For your sake, I hope that you focus on the now and here. But then again, you can look ahead and it is fine… but if I have matches coming up, you don’t have my focus? Sounds like things just don’t add up, but who am I to get into semantics? This is not me trying to play backhanded comments with you, this is me trying to wake you up. Realize that I am in the Marquee Division because I asked to be. I ASKED to work my way up. To earn my own keep. I failed quite a bit early on. And granted, I am a year older than you, you’ve shown that your talent and experience are better than mine. But that is fine… it is why I am here. In Portland. I wanted to get to know the area. Get to know where you started from. Because I started from somewhere too. And I am still working my way to the pinnacle of my career. You were thrown to the wolves immediately in NGW. You’ve admitted it, you feel like your back is against the wall. You are a dog fighting for his life. Fighting to survive. Even fighting with your wife. You’ve been pushed forward in the absence of Dead Eye. Or Bronx Valescence. You’ve taken the company on your shoulders. And you’ve done well. But even the best break down. We know that you won’t admit it. Gavin Grimes. Always ready for a challenge. But even the best wear themselves down.
*The overcast weather soon becomes a slight drizzle, but in the distance a stronger rain can be heard. The smell of a summer rain can be smelled; an unmistakable one*
The things that you say aren’t far off Gavin. I know that the Marquee Division may not have the talent of the Unified Division, but that does not mean that I am some watered down version of you. If anything, I am my own man. I do things VERY differently from you. I am not coming into this match thinking that I HAVE to win. Thinking that everything depends upon that. That is a lot of pressure. And you obviously LIVE on that pressure. You NEED it. Me? I know that win or lose, I come home to a girlfriend and a daughter that both love me very much. Win or lose, I am a hero in their eyes. Do I want to be the best? Do I want to be the face of NGW? I would be lying if I said no. But I don’t feel the pressure to HAVE to do so. You may think that is a self-defeatist sort of thinking but that is the reality to life. You’ve had your struggles in life. You deal with things the way that you do. I get to go home to a calm atmosphere. I would much rather play tea party with a pretty little three year old than to have this air of battling with those around me. You and I might be similar, but we are very different at the same time.
*The rain begins to pick up*
The rain up here it feels quite nice.
*He smiles, drawing back on his hood allowing the rain to fall to his head*
I’ve had a much harder time in my career. I have not developed as quickly as you. And yet, here I am. And some might argue that I have a legit shot as taking you down. Who knows? I guess I will just have to do whatever I can. You are right though, Gav.. I said I cannot be the same me. I cannot be the Avery that cannot win the big one. That cannot win titles. But I've won a Tag Team Title. I won a Marquee Title. I won the Super Falcon Cup. And I just won the Heritiage Title. We all have to start somewhere. You started in Portland Pro, correct? Where are they now? Here I am, and yet, they are not here. It just goes to show that just because you are more accomplished than I might be, we both had to start somewhere.
You’ve set a great example as a champion. And yet because the quality of my opponents in your eyes is lackluster, I am somehow not valued. I’ve beat who they put in front of me. Plain and simple. I am happy that you've withstood attacks to come out and do better. And win. I know that I could do the same as well, without worry. You think you are special being double booked? Done that. You wrestled hurts? Check. I wrestled in FSociety with hurt ribs. The same hurt ribs I fought against Jenson with. And what did I do? Beat a man that only two other men could beat. And I never quit, either. I took his title. Something no one has been able to do either.
You want to bring up that you’ve done things better than I have, and I had it easy with my family. I am truly sorry for your past. I am sorry that failure scares you so much. But maybe it is failure that you need to see that things will be okay. I’ve had my own tragedies in life. And I know to cherish every moment that I have. Every moment with Taylor. Every moment with Brooklyn. With my parents. With my friends. With you and Ash. Maybe you need to truly be bettered once just to allow you to realize how truly good you have things. We cannot change the past. You cannot change your family. Like I cannot change that Zoe and AJ were taken from me. But if it weren’t for that pain and heartbreak, we wouldn’t be who we are today. Would you not want to be the Unified Champion? The face of an entire brand? Recognized so easily. And to be married to the one person that truly gets you? I am guessing that the answer is no, you would not want any of that to go away.
We live through pain as humans. It is how we recover and triumph past that pain to truly measure who we are. I know how you sometimes feel. Having to be defensive. I’ve had to defend myself for those coming at me. Those taking personal shots at me. That is why I asked that we simply do not go there. I had to defend myself as being someone who is a bully. Something that I have never done. I get it, Gav. I do. And this week, I am indeed fighting someone I've never fought before. I am fighting someone that is willing to risk it all. Including his own body. Something that I am willing to do as well. And it could be the downfall of either of us.
*The rain begins to pour hard as Avery has to almost yell out to have his voice heard*
You are confident. And arrogant. And cocky. You know that you are the best. And you fight hard to make sure that failure never sets in. I applaud you for maintaining that mentality to this point. I know at Victory and Honor you are in for the fight of your career quite possibly. You say that you HAVE to win. Every match. No excuse. What happens IF you do lose, Gavin? Is it the end of the world? Does everything you know change? Does Ashleigh lose respect for you? Are you no longer the face of the company? Nah. Not at all Gavin. You wake up the next day. It is still Sunday. The sun rises. The birds chirp. And you will breath, eat, and shit just like your normally do. I’ve experienced wins. I’ve experienced losses. It sucks to lose. But it happens. And you are not perfect. Or special. You can lose to. Just remember that.
*Avery begins to head out of the rain, but stops and looks over his shoulder*
Oh, and Gavin; I have more than what it takes to beat you. Don't worry, if you saw Conflict this past Monday, you saw me bring out a move that I haven't used in a while. And there is plenty more where that come from. I am not afraid to use an opponent's move on them either.
*Avery smiles as he heads inside, just as the rain begins to let up*
Scene 003 - Indiana Farmer’s Coliseum - Indianapolis, Indiana - August 8th, 2016 - Before Conflict
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*Avery is sitting in his locker room. Taylor has run out to grab something to drink as Avery tries to relax and calm his nerves. We are hours from the start of Conflict. His phone lights up with a voicemail. He pulls it out and takes a listen.*
Voice: Mr Miles. We please ask of you to come into the station the next time you are in town. You have yet to return any of our phone calls. We have a lead and we need to ask some additional questions. We might have details on the driver, but we need to confirm some information about your wife first. Please contact us Mr. Miles. I am Detective Abraham. I will be in the office until six Pacific time. I hope that you return the phone call.
Message Service: If you would like to save the message, please hit 2. To replay the message, please hit 1. To delete the message, please hit 6.
*Avery hits 6*
Avery Miles III