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Post by Lucas McCann on Sept 24, 2014 21:46:20 GMT -6
Fade In. F l a s h b a c k . . . September 4, 2014; Immediately after
Breakthrough How is this possible? Lucas was furious. A loss -
his first one of his VoW career - to Casanova English. He allowed himself to
become distracted, to be overcome with the will to win. No, he had become
overcome with the need for acceptance. Winning gains you access
to the highest club this place can offer - and losing? It sends you back to the
bottom. But a loss via disqualification? It shows just how far you're
willing to sink in order to make something of yourself. Lucas McCann - for one
night - proved to be more of a coward than a fighter. He became selfish. He
became someone he was not. Stepping through the doors to his locker room, Lucas kicked
over the nearby water jug. The ice and water mixture fell to the floor, the lid
coming loose and rolling away, as the cold liquid flooded the floor. He then
took those brass knuckles, sending them flying into the television set.
"FUUUUUCK!" He yelled, his balled fist finding the nearest wall and crashing
through it. He stepped back, shaking his hand a bit. "What did I do?" He was
clearly disappointed in himself. Why does winning define a man's career? Why does the need to
be the best over rule the desire to be honest, respected and
successful? Winning every single match does not make you successful. CHEATING
does not make one successful - even if Casanova English believes otherwise. Win
at all costs. That's what Lucas tried to prove, and he failed.
Lucas McCann is no failure.
Stepping toward his mirror, he took a look at himself. He spit at the mirror, and reached up to smear it across the reflection of his face, somewhat blurring it out.
"Disgusting." He said, his head shaking from side to side. "Pure disgusting. The attitude of a champion is not achieved by cheating. The respect you want to gain is not achieved by getting yourself disqualified. Fight like a man - win or lose. I AM NO LOSER!"
Lucas punched the mirror, sending cracks in a web throughout it. The image of himself broken. Fractured, and near impossible to repair. But, even the impossible can be achieved. Stay tuned.
September 19, 2014 ; Eau Claire, Wisconsin " Forgive me,Father. I've not done this
in quite some time. ", Lucas looked straight ahead at the wall inside the
confessional. " It's alright, my son. We sometimes lose
our way, but eventually find our way back. So, what brings you here
this day? " he looked at Lucas, who tried to avoid his stare. " To ask forgiveness of a sin. ", Lucas nodded his head, trying to think of what he'd say. " A sin, you
say? What sin did you commit, son? " his eyes fixated
on Lucas's face, as he tried to keep from lowering his head. " Ah, I see.
And what is this greed you have partaken in? " he questioned. " I allowed myself to become someone I am not. I cheated to win, cheated because I thought winning would deliver respect to me. It's what everyone expects of me. ", Lucas was clearly pained with this guilt. " But, you understand what you have done is wrong. You have already taken the first steps to recovery, my son. Fear not, The Lord is with you in this journey. " So quick to forgive, to reach out a helping hand. " I will try to do better. " Lucas stood to leave. " And, you will. I will pray for you, and Bless You. " he nodded. Lucas exited the confessional the same way he stepped in.
September 24, 2014; Abandoned House Lucas stepped across a broken floor, his eyes looking around at what once stood as someone's home. A family, or perhaps a bachelor. Two rooms. One restroom. It was small, yet cozy. Well, at least that's what Lucas could assume - but we all know what they say about assumptions. His hand reached out, traveling in a short path from one door frame to a crack in the wall. The foundation of this home had been compromised ensuing in chaos.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, those eyes dancing along the scenery. Cobwebs hung in the corner, as a hole was visible in the roof just above Lucas's head. Looking up, all he could stare into was the darkness that filled the space. Not even the sun would shine through. It was significant of the darkness Lucas came across in his life - whether personal or professional.
" Are you serious? ", he laughed as he shook his head once again. " Chaos. Every single place I turn. "
What was chaos? It is defined as complete disorder. That's what the life of Lucas McCann had become over the past couple of weeks. He set out trying to earn a place in Visionaries of Wrestling, and what he found was a person he didn't want to become.
Ever since he got himself disqualified in the Main Event against Casanova English, Lucas has struggled with getting back into the ring. He struggled with finding a reason to continue wrestling. Though, he always went back to that main reason - Daniel McCann. He could never find it in his heart to let his brother down, to fail the dreams that he had been living out over the past couple of years. Dreams that had become reality - even though some turned to nightmares.
" I have sinned. I have become greedy. But, I have also found the passion that everyone says I have lacked. I have found a way to get inside my own mind, to make myself become a better person - a better wrestler - and thrust myself into the picture where no one ever saw me before. "
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from the doorway.
" Lucas, man. Are you talking to yourself, again? Your ass needs help. " Shane Sparx stepped through the doorway, his hand coming to pat Lucas on the shoulder. " You think the bathroom in this place still works? I need to take a shit. "
Lucas shook his head, pointing toward the door that would qualify as the entrance to a bathroom. Though, there was no door and the wall had been knocked through, also.
" I need the help? You're the one that needs to take a shit in every situation. " Lucas stepped backward, his foot catching hold of a broken floor board and he fell to his ass. He grunted, shaking his head.
" Every time you fall, you get back up. You climb from the bottom to the top, and you make people respect you. "
Lucas ran his hand over the floor, allowing the dust to pile up on his fingers. But with one quick motion, he wiped it away. All that is tainted is not ruined. Lucas knew that better than anyone. When life kicks you in the balls, you always find a way back to your feet and become stronger for the pain you've endured.
Yet, it was the men like Edward Meyers that kicked you the hardest. A gut punch, taking the wind out of your lungs before you ever get a chance to speak a word. Dismissing you and your ability before the bell ever rings to begin the contest. Disrespected and overlooked. ATTENTION GRANTED.
Lucas shifted, moving to one knee as he looked forward. One hand remained pressed to the floor, the other coming to a rest on his bent knee. " My existence only comes to an end when I give up. " He spoke, as though he was replying to comments from Edward - a comment made at the end of an interview regarding the career of Lucas McCann.
Is that what Edward Meyers believes to be true? That in one moment, he owns the fate of Lucas McCann in his hand? In one match, he believes that he can undo all the success that has been achieved at this point in a young, bright career. Mr. Meyers was in for a rude awakening, truth be told. " Edward Meyers is fuckin' stupid. " Lucas couldn't believe the ignorance of one man. Then again, he shouldn't be too surprised. Rattling off a list of names that have been defeated at your hands, that proves nothing. " Edward and I, we are nothing alike." Lucas spoke once more, pushing himself to his feet. " When I get knocked down, I always get back up. I am not a quitter. I am not defined by one moment of weakness. I am not at the disposal of Edward Meyers. I am Lucas McCann - and my destiny is of my own choosing. "
Lucas simply
shrugged his shoulders, laughing at how fake
Edward Meyers and his success really was. " Edward, my friend, you are setting yourself up for the biggest letdown in your career, thinking you will dissect me at any point in this match and walk out of
the arena with a victory without breaking a sweat. You have clearly had one too many shots to the head with a steel chair if you believe that beating me will come so easily. The only thing that will come easy for you is losing to a man that's far more talented. I will prove that Edward Meyers is and always will be complete fraud. " Again, Lucas looked down at the floor beneath him, aged and buckling. He stood on shaky ground, but still holding his head high. From that position, he pushed up and chuckled.
" DAMN! " The voice came from the room Shane had entered a little earlier. Lucas started toward the door he stumbled through just moments prior, but Shane appeared. " We've gotta go. That shit smells horrible, and I cannot flush. "
Fitting, wasn't it? Just like the words of an overrated opponent - smells like shit and unable to be erased.
Lucas shook his head, dusting himself off and stepping toward the exit of the home. " You're a damn idiot, Shane. God knows you mean well at times, but jeez. "
Shane stared at Lucas, dumbfounded for a moment. " Fuck you, dude. I had to go. "
" In a house that's been safe to live in for God knows how many years? "
" Well, business has to be taken care of no matter what your surroundings are, Luke. "
Shane made a point. No matter how many people believe that you will fail - you still handle business. No matter how many people are counting on you to stay down when you get knocked down, you always defy the odds. Stand back up, fight until you have nothing left in you. That's what a winner truly is. That's what Lucas McCann would be at the end of the day - a winner, at all costs.
" Let's get the hell out of here. "
Shane nodded his head, as the two stepped from the house and back toward their rental car.
Fade OUT.
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