Post by noah on Apr 28, 2023 3:29:20 GMT
“I’m not a good man.”
The scene opens with the familiar figure of the self proclaimed “Leader of the Lost Generation”, Noah Ortega, filling the frame. He runs his fingers through his hair, as the camera zooms out, revealing the throne that he sits upon, confirming his retained position as the leader of his clan, who are seen on the outskirts of the frame, on their knees and looking up towards Ortega.
“I cheat. I lie. I steal. I do whatever is necessary to get the job done and succeed, and in doing so, I’ve created a lot of enemies. I’ll screw over everybody and anybody who gets in my way. I’ve hurt a lot of people.”
A sinister smirk lays upon his lip.
“I know who I am, and I know what I’ve done.”
He clasps his hands together as he thinks for a moment, with a look of unease written across his face.
“And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, walking the way of The Lost, as it’s the only way…”
The discomfort diminishes from and turns into a sinister grin that stretches across his mouth. Like an orchestra reacting to their conductor, his followers repeat back to him;
“And soon, the world will know.”
“The world will know how despicable I really am. I’ve been to the depths of despair, wallowed in self pity and doubts, pain and anguish, whilst telling myself that I can claw my way out of there, but it’s dark and I can’t see a light in sight. But through the pain and torment, comes progression, something else grows inside of you and makes you stronger. I’ve come out of the pits, stronger, smarter and better.
Through the pain and anguish, I found myself again, and came to the realization that the world hadn’t seen enough of the way of The Lost, no - the world had only just started to pique its interest. But now, now is the time to grab this promotion by its neck and show it the way it's supposed to be. Show it the way it's supposed to be run with the Leader of the Lost at the helm of it all, sitting on his throne, like it was supposed to be. I was the chosen one… whether you’d like to admit it or not, I was the one who was supposed to be something… a future CULT New World Champion.”
For a moment, he’s vulnerable and it’s real. He’s silent, reminiscing on his earlier stint in the promotion before snapping back to reality.
“The past is the past. You can think about it. Dream it, imagine that all your wildest dreams are coming to fruition, but they won't... they're fleeting, fragments of false hope that you'll try to cling onto, but you can't. In this world, cruelty is a means to an end, breeding progression and power whilst dreamers, they're left stuck in a moment of time, pondering what if.
Whilst their minds linger, I'll rip away that hope. I'll remind you of the cruelties of our world and in doing so, you'll realize that your ways are forsaken... cursed, doomed from the very onset but you were all oblivious to it. That's the difference between you and I, the world and Noah Ortega... whilst the masses dream, I act. I follow suit and do what I goddamn say I will, and I've done so on many occasions. I'll rip away every last ember, until there's nothing and no one left standing... that's what this is all about. Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials", is the home of The Lost. As the Leader of the Lost, this is the only way. And soon..."
In unison his followers bellow back to him:
“The world will know."
“That we’ve only scratched the surface. The last time I was here, I suffered defeat... not once, but on a series of occasions starting with the loss of the Classic Championship. Fast forward, this battle royal in Knoxville, Tennessee will surely inspire those involved to step up a gear, I have no doubts about it. We’ve already heard from many of the participants involved in the last few weeks and days, spewing their nonsense and claiming their stake…
Spare me the metaphors. I don't wanna hear about how you're all 'heaven sent', and how this battle royal is going to change the tides in your careers here in CULT. No, we've already heard it all before… What you really need to know is the lengths I’m prepared to go to to win this battle royal. What you really need to know is that I don’t care who you are, or who you think you are - because you’re all the same to me.”
As Ortega pauses he rises from his throne and begins circling around his stage, rubbing his chin as he recollects his thoughts.
“You’re all pretenders, masquerading as the real deal but there can only be - one. I've grown tired of liars and pretenders but I've become accustomed to it. No matter where I go, the locker room is filled with them, and apparently this hasn’t changed… a few familiar faces and a few new ones, but it’s all the same to me.
Addy A, Addison Stockton, Adrienne Beaufort and Azurine Vebbins may as well all be the same people, but jokes aside, I’ll toss them over that top rope all the same when it comes down to it. Hell, even the bossman Casanova English can get some. He knows that I’m not here for some quick pay-out, I’m here to take his promotion to the next level and hell, if throwing him through the flames of fire is gonna do it, then help me God, I will. He doesn’t even need to be in this match, yet here he is, ready to put it all on the line… it's commendable, but that won’t spare you from anguish, mister bossman. And that goes to everybody else in this match, all the other goddamn fakers and pretenders in this match. Emily Regal, Episteme, Grace Leary, Jack Sullivan, John Gracy, Junko Souma, Kallie Reznik, Krow… all impressive but they’re just names, they don’t hold any weight. You wanna know who does? Noah Ortega.
Not JC Keeton or Killroy or Krow or even Logan Bailey. Not Paul Freedom, Latoya Hixx, Luna Baby, Matthew Knox, Max Daemon, Royston Popplewell, Silas Romero or Trey Bouchet. None of your favourites hold that weight and that’s a truth you can’t neglect. They’re placeholders, side characters in my quest to redemption and I’ll run through every last one of them to get to where I need to be. So I can become what this promotion deserves, what this promotion needs. I've been here, I've walked this road before. My debut here was in a battle royal that set me on my path and for my grand return, another battle royal, except this time I’m winning the whole damned thing.The time for talking is over and Heaven Sent is almost here. There’s a devil coming to Knoxville but it’s none of your favourite. It’s the man you all despise and hate… The Despicable.”
As Ortega comes to a halt scene gradually fades out.
The scene opens with the familiar figure of the self proclaimed “Leader of the Lost Generation”, Noah Ortega, filling the frame. He runs his fingers through his hair, as the camera zooms out, revealing the throne that he sits upon, confirming his retained position as the leader of his clan, who are seen on the outskirts of the frame, on their knees and looking up towards Ortega.
“I cheat. I lie. I steal. I do whatever is necessary to get the job done and succeed, and in doing so, I’ve created a lot of enemies. I’ll screw over everybody and anybody who gets in my way. I’ve hurt a lot of people.”
A sinister smirk lays upon his lip.
“I know who I am, and I know what I’ve done.”
He clasps his hands together as he thinks for a moment, with a look of unease written across his face.
“And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, walking the way of The Lost, as it’s the only way…”
The discomfort diminishes from and turns into a sinister grin that stretches across his mouth. Like an orchestra reacting to their conductor, his followers repeat back to him;
“And soon, the world will know.”
“The world will know how despicable I really am. I’ve been to the depths of despair, wallowed in self pity and doubts, pain and anguish, whilst telling myself that I can claw my way out of there, but it’s dark and I can’t see a light in sight. But through the pain and torment, comes progression, something else grows inside of you and makes you stronger. I’ve come out of the pits, stronger, smarter and better.
Through the pain and anguish, I found myself again, and came to the realization that the world hadn’t seen enough of the way of The Lost, no - the world had only just started to pique its interest. But now, now is the time to grab this promotion by its neck and show it the way it's supposed to be. Show it the way it's supposed to be run with the Leader of the Lost at the helm of it all, sitting on his throne, like it was supposed to be. I was the chosen one… whether you’d like to admit it or not, I was the one who was supposed to be something… a future CULT New World Champion.”
For a moment, he’s vulnerable and it’s real. He’s silent, reminiscing on his earlier stint in the promotion before snapping back to reality.
“The past is the past. You can think about it. Dream it, imagine that all your wildest dreams are coming to fruition, but they won't... they're fleeting, fragments of false hope that you'll try to cling onto, but you can't. In this world, cruelty is a means to an end, breeding progression and power whilst dreamers, they're left stuck in a moment of time, pondering what if.
Whilst their minds linger, I'll rip away that hope. I'll remind you of the cruelties of our world and in doing so, you'll realize that your ways are forsaken... cursed, doomed from the very onset but you were all oblivious to it. That's the difference between you and I, the world and Noah Ortega... whilst the masses dream, I act. I follow suit and do what I goddamn say I will, and I've done so on many occasions. I'll rip away every last ember, until there's nothing and no one left standing... that's what this is all about. Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials", is the home of The Lost. As the Leader of the Lost, this is the only way. And soon..."
In unison his followers bellow back to him:
“The world will know."
“That we’ve only scratched the surface. The last time I was here, I suffered defeat... not once, but on a series of occasions starting with the loss of the Classic Championship. Fast forward, this battle royal in Knoxville, Tennessee will surely inspire those involved to step up a gear, I have no doubts about it. We’ve already heard from many of the participants involved in the last few weeks and days, spewing their nonsense and claiming their stake…
Spare me the metaphors. I don't wanna hear about how you're all 'heaven sent', and how this battle royal is going to change the tides in your careers here in CULT. No, we've already heard it all before… What you really need to know is the lengths I’m prepared to go to to win this battle royal. What you really need to know is that I don’t care who you are, or who you think you are - because you’re all the same to me.”
As Ortega pauses he rises from his throne and begins circling around his stage, rubbing his chin as he recollects his thoughts.
“You’re all pretenders, masquerading as the real deal but there can only be - one. I've grown tired of liars and pretenders but I've become accustomed to it. No matter where I go, the locker room is filled with them, and apparently this hasn’t changed… a few familiar faces and a few new ones, but it’s all the same to me.
Addy A, Addison Stockton, Adrienne Beaufort and Azurine Vebbins may as well all be the same people, but jokes aside, I’ll toss them over that top rope all the same when it comes down to it. Hell, even the bossman Casanova English can get some. He knows that I’m not here for some quick pay-out, I’m here to take his promotion to the next level and hell, if throwing him through the flames of fire is gonna do it, then help me God, I will. He doesn’t even need to be in this match, yet here he is, ready to put it all on the line… it's commendable, but that won’t spare you from anguish, mister bossman. And that goes to everybody else in this match, all the other goddamn fakers and pretenders in this match. Emily Regal, Episteme, Grace Leary, Jack Sullivan, John Gracy, Junko Souma, Kallie Reznik, Krow… all impressive but they’re just names, they don’t hold any weight. You wanna know who does? Noah Ortega.
Not JC Keeton or Killroy or Krow or even Logan Bailey. Not Paul Freedom, Latoya Hixx, Luna Baby, Matthew Knox, Max Daemon, Royston Popplewell, Silas Romero or Trey Bouchet. None of your favourites hold that weight and that’s a truth you can’t neglect. They’re placeholders, side characters in my quest to redemption and I’ll run through every last one of them to get to where I need to be. So I can become what this promotion deserves, what this promotion needs. I've been here, I've walked this road before. My debut here was in a battle royal that set me on my path and for my grand return, another battle royal, except this time I’m winning the whole damned thing.The time for talking is over and Heaven Sent is almost here. There’s a devil coming to Knoxville but it’s none of your favourite. It’s the man you all despise and hate… The Despicable.”
As Ortega comes to a halt scene gradually fades out.
