Post by Mav. on Apr 22, 2022 23:41:29 GMT -5
A small hill overlooking the entire town of Wexford, the wind picking up speed as Dominic Morrissey stood at the tallest peak of the said hill– glancing out to the view of the town, his hair blowing within the wind. The thought of his re-debut to the professional wrestling world was stuck in his mind, the debut in Wrestle: UK happening in just a few short weeks in a Battle Royal.
His mind was clogged up with ideas of the future, seeing how many have come more to know him as the friend, the agent, the commentator—but never the professional wrestler. All of that time spent outside of the ring has created an image of him that he never really wanted to have painted.
But it was one he was stuck with.
He took a deep breath, nodding his head slightly before bringing his focus down onto the camera that looked up towards him.
“Truth be told, I haven’t stepped into the ring as a professional wrestler since… well, for almost three years now it feels like,” a sigh soon followed.
“And in those three years that I’ve been gone from the ring, I’ve always wondered if there was ever a future for me. I knew that I had a future as a senior trainer in Jason’s school in Dublin—and then it turned into a small time job as a colour commentator for Sin City Championship Wrestling—before turning into the colour commentator for Infinite Pro Wrestling. But that’s all outside of the ring, it’s not really something truly physical like getting into the ring and fighting for whatever hope that was left inside of me.”
“And with those years that I became lost on the outside of the ring, losing – and missing – the physicality of this whole sport? I started to begin to lose myself, what was creating me, and what was once shaping me to be something more. See, I always knew I had some kind of talent and it was there waiting to break free, but I just couldn’t tap into it for those six months that I was wrestling in Master Class Championship Wrestling on a little excursion away from the independent scene over here in Europe.” Dominic began to shake his head. “Back then, however? I just didn’t have the determination as a younger man that I was.”
“This time, though? I have never been more fuckin’ determined to find who I really am.”
“And it’s why I chose to head to Wrestle: UK to find that determination – because, as much as I could’ve went to Infinite Pro Wrestling to do the same thing, that’ll mean I’d lose my place at the commentary table; which is something I am not looking to hand down to anyone else that’s willing to take up that spot from me. Wrestling in Europe, knowing the boundaries – and even the highs and lows – of the professional wrestling scene here, is something that I have common knowledge of. I’m aware of what’s been here, there, and even what’s been missing out of this whole circuit. And what it needs – more than anything else right now – is a new star, a new face whilst the rest of the old or current guard is wrestling all over the world and finding their footings in other continents.”
His focus was brought off of the camera and back out to the view of the town itself, largely observing his surroundings– but once he began to speak, his tone was more loud and brash– absorbing the fresh feeling of that determination of his rushing through his veins.
“Of course, there’s only one simple solution for this and that’s for me to become that new star the continent needs. This is not about being the best in the whole of the United Kingdom and Ireland – no – this is about being the best around all of Europe because the United Kingdom is the homeland for professional wrestling in this continent and everyone’s got their eyes on here, and Wrestle: UK is giving me that opportunity to show everyone just how much I know what it means to be the brand new star to the system.”
“I’ve got about twenty-two other people who are looking to take that opportunity away from me as well, so I know the risks of winning and losing right away and I’ve accepted them, because it’s like the old saying went… ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day’ and Dominic Morrissey isn’t going to become that guy in the span of one night— but that sure as hell isn’t going to stop me from fuckin’ trying now, is it? With people like The Bastards or even Donzig-gun looking to make sure that they are the ones who walk out of this with the Commonwealth Championship in their possessions?” Dominic casually scoffed at the mere mentions to those faction names.
“I know they’re gonna be a challenge—but that’s the best part of it, really, the challenge and the adrenaline that comes with it.”
“And that’s what brought me back to the ring.”
“That’s what brought my dead career back to life – a life after death, and a bittersweet one at best.”
“The adrenaline of a challenge, and what better challenge is there than to take on an entire roster of people on the first showing?”
His focus is brought back down to the camera once more.
“I’m not going to sit here and make promises, make proclamations, and other things that are meant to come true— but what I am going to do is head into that Battle Royal and show everyone why I came back to this sport after three years and show everyone that I have not missed a beat no matter what people think of me and where I’ve come from."
"You'll see soon what I mean.”
A smirk followed. The feed slowly fading to black.
