Post by RAM on Mar 19, 2023 21:46:33 GMT
Inside the White Lion pub…
Baldock, present day.
In one of the many historic towns in the United Kingdom, we find Ram sitting at a table, staring at his mother Bridget, as he tried to process their first "true" meeting ever since he was five years old. As the sounds of Queen played from the overhead speaker, his mind began to shift back to this first meeting he had with Fiona McFly nine months earlier, after taking a plead deal for B&E.
It felt like it was yesterday that Ram showed Fiona that picture of his dad when the latter was a kid -- when Fiona curiously asked about his mother, who ended up serving a ten-year stretch for money laundering and other white-collar offenses.
"She'd probably be out by now. Would you want to see her again if she ever stops by...?"
He also remember the response that came out of his mouth that day.
"Fuck that, I don't wanna have nothin' to do with her!"
As he closed his eyes, Ram pondered the two challenges Fiona had given him prior to his first day of training at the Academy.
"I believe you have more than what you realise. You have a future, Ram -- a bright one at that. The challenge now is to look forward, not backward..."
Ram nodded as he opened his eyes, pondering what he was going to say ot his mother. As he tried to come up with the words, Fiona's maternal voice kicked in once more and urged him about the opporunities that lied ahead for him.
"Doesn't matter if you're weaving baskets or taking part in the martial arts. Life is about opportunity, the pathway that lies ahead of you. I dare you to seize it, to run with it, to be better and do better than anything your mum ever did."
Ram nodded warmly. He realized that the journey he took to get to Baldock from Watauga started on that dare. A year ago, he never imagined a chance meeting like this would ever happen. Now, it was all or nothing.
"Hey mom…"
He cleared his throat, slowly piecing together his next bit of words. It was a tall order, given everything he had been through in the past nine months. Instead, he blurted out...
"Your hair's turnin' gray…"
Bridget chuckled.
"Yours has gotten more yellow..."
It was a start -- an awkward one at that.
But it was a start nonetheless.
...to be continued...
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Baldock, present day.
In one of the many historic towns in the United Kingdom, we find Ram sitting at a table, staring at his mother Bridget, as he tried to process their first "true" meeting ever since he was five years old. As the sounds of Queen played from the overhead speaker, his mind began to shift back to this first meeting he had with Fiona McFly nine months earlier, after taking a plead deal for B&E.
It felt like it was yesterday that Ram showed Fiona that picture of his dad when the latter was a kid -- when Fiona curiously asked about his mother, who ended up serving a ten-year stretch for money laundering and other white-collar offenses.
"She'd probably be out by now. Would you want to see her again if she ever stops by...?"
He also remember the response that came out of his mouth that day.
"Fuck that, I don't wanna have nothin' to do with her!"
As he closed his eyes, Ram pondered the two challenges Fiona had given him prior to his first day of training at the Academy.
"I believe you have more than what you realise. You have a future, Ram -- a bright one at that. The challenge now is to look forward, not backward..."
Ram nodded as he opened his eyes, pondering what he was going to say ot his mother. As he tried to come up with the words, Fiona's maternal voice kicked in once more and urged him about the opporunities that lied ahead for him.
"Doesn't matter if you're weaving baskets or taking part in the martial arts. Life is about opportunity, the pathway that lies ahead of you. I dare you to seize it, to run with it, to be better and do better than anything your mum ever did."
Ram nodded warmly. He realized that the journey he took to get to Baldock from Watauga started on that dare. A year ago, he never imagined a chance meeting like this would ever happen. Now, it was all or nothing.
"Hey mom…"
He cleared his throat, slowly piecing together his next bit of words. It was a tall order, given everything he had been through in the past nine months. Instead, he blurted out...
"Your hair's turnin' gray…"
Bridget chuckled.
"Yours has gotten more yellow..."
It was a start -- an awkward one at that.
But it was a start nonetheless.
...to be continued...
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Here we go, boys.
It's Roulette time.
Let's cut the bullshit for a second...a year ago around this time, I was still goin' to high school. I never imagined that, by this time in 2023, I'd be takin' part in one of IWF's biggest events. Yet on a dare from a wonderful Hall of Famer, I went from makin' people scream like bitches, to get my ass kicked, to perhaps bein' able to compete for the biggest prize of them all. Yet throught it all, I've often found myself hearin' Angel Blake ask me if I was willin' to face the consequences for my choice to come to this promotion.
Like, as if I'm too stupid to figure things about for myself.
Y'all boys remind me of that every single day I step inside that ring. The monsters, the demons, the beatdowns, the holier-than-thous...yeah, I've listened to that shit every time I hear someone run their mouth about me. JJ had a heart attack after wrestlin' for an hour. Caroline suffered a sprained ankle during a match. Fiona opted to make the jump to the big screen. Can't blame 'em for that, can't we?
The jackoffs in the media sure do, but I digress. They tell me that there's more to this than simply takin' an opportunity to riase your game to the next level. To me, the Roulette IS the next level -- and as much as I give credit to JJ, Fiona, Nicky or Caroline for helpin' me get into the door?
They ain't my family by blood.
Y'all know it, they know it...I ain't no Keeton, I ain't no Harper, and I sure as shit ain't no Fenix. 'Til I set foot inside that squared circle, nobody in the Marshall clan knew the difference between a hammerlock and a kimura. I'm the first person in my family who's made the choice to get into this business. I don't carry JC's dildos or Dean's skulls or JJ's bags around. I pull my own weight, carry my own shit.
I build my own legacy -- and it's fixin' to start at the Roulette. Twenty-nine hapless bastards are in my way, standin' on the tracks when the train's comin' through. One soul at a time, y'all are gonna realize that I mean every word that I say, that I want this opportunity more than y'all do. Still don't know me yet?! Still have doubts about me?!
Ask Nick Danger -- he'll tell you everything y'all would need to know.
Trust me, y'all WILL know who I am very soon.
Well howdy there pardner.