Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 12:59:02 GMT
Video Archive #0006
A Fight or a Match
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ON CAMERA
Zachary Knight is standing in front of the fine establishment, better known as what used to be Coughlan's Gym. The building is undergoing renovations since it was bought out by a world class chain. Out goes the history and the personal touch of a family business, and in comes HD television and plenty of mirrors for suburban clientele to watch the morning news or themselves when getting in workouts between dropping the kids off at school and soccer practice. For Zachary Knight, this was the place that he trained at; in the beginning. But that is only part of the story.
“Well well...Violet. It seems like someone wanted to play personal, but failed at getting the story right. It seems like you know the gym closed, but you failed to mention how I stopped training with my grandfather and decided to train with someone a bit more experienced in the industry. And don’t get me started on the assumption that I was spoon fed my own legacy; I worked for what I have achieved in my career. I believe it was you that took a shortcut last week. Not I. So while you try to throw some shade at me, you are the one taking some extracurriculars to pick up a win.”
Construction crews and contractors head in and out of the building, as Zach stands out of the way.
“What you get wrong is that what we have at Vendetta; it is NOT a fight. It is not a battle or even a war. It is a match. The bell rings, and we wrestle. Once the bell rings, it is over. Done. Finito. Your “instincts” are something that can be overcome with proper knowledge, skill, and training. Check. Check. And Check. If we wanted to go according to instincts, nature has a way of letting a dog know to lift it’s leg and piss on a tree to mark it’s territory. It sounds like you want me to believe that any untrained idiot can last inside of the ring with a trained professional; what a fucking joke. But then again, so it the career of ‘Van Zant’. A win last show, by cheating. And for all intents and purposes, a lose to yours truly this week.”
Zachary steps forward off of the curb and into the street; it is the wee hours of the morning in Vegas. The street is only filled with parked cars as the sun slowly rises in the East.
“I bust my ass off; no matter if it is this gym, the gym down the street, or the gym half-way across the city. They can have the latest equipment and technologies, or they can have just a body bag; I will find a way to use what I have in front of me and make it work. I don’t need some flashy place to train, nor do I need some trainer to talk my game up. I work hard no matter what, no matter the opponent or stipulation. Just because I was introduced to this world by family, and because I am driven by the family that has come before me does not mean that I work any less. It only means that I have to work THAT MUCH harder to prove that I have what it takes and it is because of what I have done. Not because of my family’s name. Let’s make this happen Violet; I know that deep down you have no idea what is in front of you. What challenge awaits.”
He smirks towards the camera.
“A loss for you, and a continuation of The Legacy for me.”
The video comes to an end as the final thing seen is the building.
*****
OFF CAMERA
Just after his promo ends, Zach gets a call. The caller ID says “Mom” as he accepts the call.
“Hello.”
He listens.
“Yeah, just finished. Heading to the gym-”
His facial expression turns a bit angry.
“No! I said I have to go-”
He stops.
“No, you listen. I have shit to do. You can fucking wait. I am not going to drop everything for you. Get someone else to bring you some booze. I have a life to live. I am not your sixteen year old responsibility anymore. I am my own fucking man. Figure it out, I have to go. Bye.”
He hangs up.
A Fight or a Match
*****
ON CAMERA
Zachary Knight is standing in front of the fine establishment, better known as what used to be Coughlan's Gym. The building is undergoing renovations since it was bought out by a world class chain. Out goes the history and the personal touch of a family business, and in comes HD television and plenty of mirrors for suburban clientele to watch the morning news or themselves when getting in workouts between dropping the kids off at school and soccer practice. For Zachary Knight, this was the place that he trained at; in the beginning. But that is only part of the story.
“Well well...Violet. It seems like someone wanted to play personal, but failed at getting the story right. It seems like you know the gym closed, but you failed to mention how I stopped training with my grandfather and decided to train with someone a bit more experienced in the industry. And don’t get me started on the assumption that I was spoon fed my own legacy; I worked for what I have achieved in my career. I believe it was you that took a shortcut last week. Not I. So while you try to throw some shade at me, you are the one taking some extracurriculars to pick up a win.”
Construction crews and contractors head in and out of the building, as Zach stands out of the way.
“What you get wrong is that what we have at Vendetta; it is NOT a fight. It is not a battle or even a war. It is a match. The bell rings, and we wrestle. Once the bell rings, it is over. Done. Finito. Your “instincts” are something that can be overcome with proper knowledge, skill, and training. Check. Check. And Check. If we wanted to go according to instincts, nature has a way of letting a dog know to lift it’s leg and piss on a tree to mark it’s territory. It sounds like you want me to believe that any untrained idiot can last inside of the ring with a trained professional; what a fucking joke. But then again, so it the career of ‘Van Zant’. A win last show, by cheating. And for all intents and purposes, a lose to yours truly this week.”
Zachary steps forward off of the curb and into the street; it is the wee hours of the morning in Vegas. The street is only filled with parked cars as the sun slowly rises in the East.
“I bust my ass off; no matter if it is this gym, the gym down the street, or the gym half-way across the city. They can have the latest equipment and technologies, or they can have just a body bag; I will find a way to use what I have in front of me and make it work. I don’t need some flashy place to train, nor do I need some trainer to talk my game up. I work hard no matter what, no matter the opponent or stipulation. Just because I was introduced to this world by family, and because I am driven by the family that has come before me does not mean that I work any less. It only means that I have to work THAT MUCH harder to prove that I have what it takes and it is because of what I have done. Not because of my family’s name. Let’s make this happen Violet; I know that deep down you have no idea what is in front of you. What challenge awaits.”
He smirks towards the camera.
“A loss for you, and a continuation of The Legacy for me.”
The video comes to an end as the final thing seen is the building.
*****
OFF CAMERA
Just after his promo ends, Zach gets a call. The caller ID says “Mom” as he accepts the call.
“Hello.”
He listens.
“Yeah, just finished. Heading to the gym-”
His facial expression turns a bit angry.
“No! I said I have to go-”
He stops.
“No, you listen. I have shit to do. You can fucking wait. I am not going to drop everything for you. Get someone else to bring you some booze. I have a life to live. I am not your sixteen year old responsibility anymore. I am my own fucking man. Figure it out, I have to go. Bye.”
He hangs up.
