CONTENT

Title: Homeward Bound! / Breaking Ideology!
Featuring: Lew Smith
Date: 01/10/15
Location: Plane Enroute To England
Show: Victory XXXIX

Lew and Hayley sit calmly in their seats, folders of paper infront of them. Jordan, on the other hand, is sat behind them next to an elderly lady, whilst the back of his seat is being pummeled by what appear to be her grandchildren. Being clearly annoyed but aesthetically polite about it, he leans forward towards Lew and Hayley and scoffs.

Jordan: Can you please remind me why we're getting second class tickets? I feel like this is some kind shi-

Jordan refrains from swearing, turns to the elderly lady and smiles, turning back to the others.

J: I feel like this is some sort of torture. Shouldn't the UTA be covering our flights?

Hayley turns around as Lew continues to shift through paperwork.

Hayley: In retrospect, they should be covering our flights, seeings as whenever we've taken flights we've payed for them ourselves.

Lew turns around and chimes in.

Lew: It's because you guys aren't technically affiliated with the UTA. You're affiliated with me, but I'm the one with the contract. My flight is covered by the UTA...however, yours is not.

J: How are we on the same flight then?

L: I asked them to change my flight to this one, second class. Just so I can plan ahead. They didn't complain, cheaper on their part.

Lew smiles with his quick, to-the-point answer and turns back around to the paper.

J: Then who paid for the tickets?

Hayley and Jordan shrug.

L: I did.

H: You know that I could've covered my own flight.

J: And left me back there!?

Lew turns back around.

L: That's why I paid for them. Now pipe down. There are other people on this plane.

Jordan's chair is knocked again with the cheerful screams of the children behind him, resonating through his ears which shake his spine. Succumbing to goosebumps, he shakes it off and clenches his fist.

J: Yeah...and I wish they'd fuc-

Jordan turns again and back, whispering.

J: -king pipe down.

Jordan peeks around to Lew and Hayley once more.

J: You...you guys?

Hayley and Lew had lost interest in Jordan's rambling, he hits his head against the back of Hayley's chair and sighs. Meanwhile, on Lew's side of things, he's shifting through statistics and results of his and Perfection's.

L: So, Perfection's returned.

H: Yeah, it looks that way.

L: I wonder how things will pan out. On top of Will Haynes returning.

H: Both wrestlers have a reason to hate the current form of Dynasty...there is a chance that both will smack talk their specific targets within Dynasty...whether it'd be Perfection seeking a slot back into what he started...of course, I'm sure CBR will welcome back a fellow creator with open arms. Or Blanca, being the UTA World Champion, will have a huge say in that decision. I'm sure CBR wouldn't want to create friction within Dynasty by making choices without the other's consent. They're a stable...a team...they have to communicate to survive. Neither would Blanca want another potential betrayal if Perfection is indeed back for dominance.

L: Indeed, Will Haynes will no doubt be after Mikey Unlikely...and Perfection will be either after CBR for immediate reinstatement of command or seeking Sean Jackson to create the 'original' Dynasty again...if CBR decides to stay with the Dynasty he's held together...it may mean the start of the new Dynasty...

J: What a world of pain the UTA would be in for, eh?

Lew and Hayley turn briefly.

L: Nice of you to finally join in, Jords.

J: Well, I didn't want to interupt. They are all massive possibilites that could fall on the UTA any time soon following the return of both Will Haynes and Perfection.

Lew and Hayley nod.

J: But, we're forgetting the key point of this whole journey. We're supposed to be talking about Perfection...Lew's upcoming match. Not some stuff that may or may not happen.

H: Jordan's right, for once.

J: Hey, I've been right many a time...you go back to all the moments we've had discussions about matches and situations and number the times you lot say that I'm right. I dare you.

Lew shakes his head and smiles.

L: Don't worry, Jords. We know.

H: So...what's your plan of action against Perfection?

Lew hums.

L: Perfection seems like one of those guys who...as his name suggests is nothing but perfection. He looks to dominate with full force without lifting a finger. Before he was suspended he had lost to Chris Hopper and he also lost the Wildfire Championship to Pin Smith prior that. I can't imagine the built up rage within in him to start making a come back. His name is well known and feared...it won't be long till he's back on top.

H: But you'll prevent that, won't you, Lew?

L: I'll absolutely try. It's going to be incredibly tough though.

J: This is the sort of attitude that starts you off on the losing streak, Lew. Saying 'I'll try' now and working towards it later just leads you to your loss. You're going to redo that entire answer. You'll prevent Perfection coming back on a high note. The UTA has seen you fit enough to be put up against one of the UTA's most brutal wrestlers. Make him realise that what he's missed is not just Lew Smith, 'The Ominous Angel' being trampled his last few matches. You're gunna turn his perfectionist smug-ass smile upside down and make him realise that you're one not to be messed with. You beat Blanca for the World Championship...although short lived...you can beat someone who classes themselves as 'perfect'. Say you WON'T try...you WILL beat him.

L: You're right again, Jords. I need to assert myself!

H: And we'll be right behind you!

L: I am sort of tired being pushed over-

J: There it is again, Lew. Let it out.

Lew nods.

L: I am tired...of being constantly pushed over due to my wrestling style. My martial arts has gotten me so far in my wrestling career...I now know what's holding me back and this upcoming Victory will cure me for the rest of my career. Perfection will never know what hit him...

J: That's the spirit man, now that we're in the mood...

Jordan turns around and stands up out of his seat.

J: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ANNOYING BITCH, ASS-BAG CHILDREN, YOU'VE KICKED THE BACK OF MY SEAT AND SCREAMED THIS PLANE INTO OBLIVION. AND YOUR SHIT ASS GRANDMA IS TOO SENILE TO SNAP YOU KIDS INTO LINE! SHUT...UP!

Jordan sits back down and folds his arms, proud he finally stood up to the children who were bullying his 'peaceful' flight. Lew and Hayley mouth to the other passengers 'he's not with us'. Lew looks out the window and down at the vast landscapes of Europe and the clouds that scatter the skies. The old lady taps Jordan's arm.

Elderly Lady: That wasn't very nice, young man. Please apoligse.

Jordan rolls his eyes and leans over the seat to be sorry.

 

PERFECTION! WELCOME BACK TO THE UTA. MANY TALES HAVE BEEN TOLD OF ME...DURING YOUR PRESENCE HERE AND YOUR ABSENCE. LET ME BE THE FIRST TO WELCOME YOU BACK PROPERLY AT VICTORY...TRUST ME...I'M GOING ALL OUT TOO. YOU THINK...WELL...EVERYONE THINKS I'M A BOARDWALK. THAT PEOPLE JUST GET TO WALK ALL OVER ME. LAST VICTORY'S LOSS WAS NOT BECAUSE OF MY SKILLS DEGRADING OVER TIME...IT WAS BECAUSE IT WAS MEANT TO HAPPEN. ALL MY LOSSES HAPPEN FOR A REASON...IT'S NEVER BECAUSE I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. WHEN PEOPLE SEE ME AGAINST THE TOP LOT...PEOPLE GET CONFUSED AND OFFENDED THAT A GUY...A WRESTLER LIKE MYSELF CAN BE GIVEN THE CHANCE...WELL, GIVE THIS WRESTLER A CHANCE AND I'LL REALLY GO FOR IT. NOW, THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU SHOULD GO COMPARING THE TIME I WAS GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY FOR THE UTA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE AGAINST THE STRUGGLE AT MY DEBUT. I WORK EQUALLY AS HARD NO MATTER THE MATCH UP. BUT IF IT'S SOMETHING TRUELY WORTH FIGHTING FOR, I PUT THAT LITTLE BIT MORE OF MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT. YOU SIR, PERFECTION, SHALL BE THE FIRST TO CLEANSE ME OF MY BAD LUCK. I'M GOING TO GO UP AGAINST YOU HARDER THAN I DID WITH BLANCA FOR THE WORLD TITLE...YOU DON'T EXPECT THAT FROM ME DO YOU? NO ONE BELIEVES ME THAT WHEN MY WORDS ARE NO LONGER SINCERE IT MEANS THE END OF THE LINE FOR YOU. IF NOT YOUR OR ANYONE ELSE'S PATHETIC PRIDE, SO MUCH SO THAT IT ENDS THEIR CAREER BECAUSE THEY CAN'T HANDLE THE DEFEAT, IT'LL BE THE END OF THE WEAK EXPECTATION OF ME. THAT'S WHAT IT'LL COME TO WHEN I SAY I'M GOING TO WIN. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A PERFECT PERSON...AND I'LL PROVE THAT AS YOU LOSE TO ME AT VICTORY THIRTY NINE.



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