Resurrection, Pt. 2 [The Battle of Britain.]

[Ryan]

𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. The curtain had been opened up once more for Ryan Young to take in his final view of the city as a regular man, back to being dressed in his dark color palette three-piece-suit. In his hand was a signature color of pink in the form of a pocket square, which he adjusts and slips into his front pocket. “So, this is it. This is where our journey begins again.” Ryan grew a smile along his face, glancing up and eyes directed toward the camera. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve ever stepped onto anywhere here in the Network, not since the days of Next Level Wrestling. I stepped away from everything for a while because I didn’t feel needed at all, didn’t feel the need to do what I loved the most, but I was so wrong. I’ve been working hard for eighteen whole years to prove a point in my career and the only notable thing done was win some Tag Team Championships. It feels so wrong to say that, you know?” Ryan questioned. “I’d like to be grateful of my past here on the Network, because it created me into more of a household name than anyone could imagine, and the bare mention of my name raises keywords to be used. One used recently? ‘Legend.’ I know a lot of people saw that, they must’ve smiled knowing that I was coming back to the ring for one more run at this. I know there have been some that have laughed at the thought of me being a ‘legend’ of anything, my haters have always been my utmost biggest fans ever since I arrived, so I understand the popularity and notoriety of where ‘legend’ comes from.” “But, to clear the air here? I am no legend. Not yet, at least. I’ve pondered about the thought of correcting some issues with my time here on the Network for the past three years and every single time, I always turned down the biggest opportunity. The chance to fight for the X*Crown Championship against an old friend in Fox? I turned it down. The idea to reform once again with one of the greatest factions that was short-lived? I turned it down. Time and time again, I turned down every single opportunity that was given to me on a sheet of paper that awaited my signature.” “But, why?” He shrugged his shoulders, eyebrows raised up with those shoulders. “The only simple answer that I could give you is that I was too focused on my life, on creating a world outside of wrestling as a whole, and maybe easing my way from the business. I’m a perfectly married man now, I’m the father to a beautiful daughter that I’m so grateful for, and there wasn’t any need for my time.” “That itch, however, becomes too much to endure. Too tempting to not take.” A pause. “I always knew that if I were to come back – on a full-time schedule – then I don’t want the hand-me-downs or the backdoor opportunities, I’m entering through the front door and I’m taking on everyone and anyone that’s going to be standing in front of me. I’m earning my chances, I’m earning everything that’s in my line of sight, and this match? This means something to me, to fight for the Wrestle UK Heavyweight Championship, because I’m fighting amongst some of the best that there is right now.” “Jason Long.” He raised a finger up. “Doc Holiday.” He raised another finger up. “Gavin Drake.” He raised another finger up. “Preston Andre Reese.” Ryan, suddenly, becomes frozen as he raises up a last finger on that left hand of his. “Seth Dillinger.” The history between those two is monumental. His voice becomes nothing but a whisper when their name is mentioned, but he continues on as if nothing had happened. “Yet, that is what makes this match more complete, it’s what makes this an even bigger battle to win. All of these names, legends in their own right, former champions of the world and much more, it shows just how much higher you need to reach to find yourself at the peak of the mountain.” “But, I’ve been in this situation before.” Ryan lightly nods his head. “The name that nobody had heard of before, the man that made his name within one whole night in the biggest companies within this entire Network, it’s historic for those who knew that night. Am I willing to recreate that night all over again? Well, I’m going to try everything in my power to make that happen. I’m not going to promise it, but I will be damned if I don’t come anywhere near close. The Battle of Britain is going to be a fight for my life and a fight to rebuild everything that there is for me to fight for, to rebuild everything that I once had, and that Wrestle UK Heavyweight Championship? That will be mine.” “That will be everything worth fighting for.” “Nineteen other people are going to do battle with me because they want to prove themselves as the very best that there is in the world right now but with everyone looking to become the best, there’s only one man who’ll elevate them onto that level because they can’t do it themselves. Such a shame they can’t do it themselves. Allow me to reintroduce myself to you, to the Wrestle UK roster, and to the entire Network once again.” A pause. “My name is Ryan Young, the Messiah of the Knee Strike, and to put it all into simple terms?” A beat. ”I'm just that damn good at what I do. If you don’t believe me? Be my guest and prove yourself. You’ll only be the next name in a list of many to fall to me.” “Thank you, next.” Cut.