The Main Event

[macros]

The Main Event
The level where the lights shine the brightest
The matches where the big money is made by all involved
The matches that can make or brake the careers of those involved

The Main Event
There comes a time in ones career when they are allocated the Main Event
There comes this moment in ones life where our paths can change for the greater of futures
Exactly what one does in this time of change can secure the future you have in this promotion or planet

You wrestle the greatest match of your career and secure the victory
Honor…Respect…Glory…
The world is at your feet looking on as you bask in the light of your success

You treat such a match as any other in your life, coming in unprepared and soon suffering in a loss
Heartache…Loss…Humiliation…
All shall look down upon your pathetic life.

I remember what must be done to wrestle in the Main Event
I remember the pain one must go through to participate in the Main Event
I remember the level of performance one must reach to wrestle in the Main Event
I remember what sacrifices must be made to grasp that victory within the Main Event

The words, which had shone with a red glow across the black screen, fade away slowly to a minute degree the scene being recorded by the camera focuses. The outline of a wooden cabinet can be seen leaning against a cream painted plaster wall, a single ray of light quickly slices through the darkness illuminating the object before disappearing once more leaving the room to seem even darker to the human eye.

A click of a switch echoes through the room as the floodlight, which flickered before, burns too full force slicing a descending triangle of light flowing from the ceiling to eliminate the wooden cabinet sending a ricochet of golden rays from the cases contents around the room. The camera cuts from position to position every time moving that little meter closer to the prizes that are withheld within the combines of the object.

Suddenly the contents are in view, the gold of championship belts aged and untouched for month rest on the wooden shelves confined to their resting places by a locked door with a plain of glass so as onlookers can be amazed by their aged beauty. The camera shows the belt recognized by many as the POW Open Weight Championship, the belt that had been sitting within the confines of this cabinet waiting for a New England wrestler to claim it as their own.

Below the Open Weight Championship belt the rays of light are shimmering from the surface of two identical Championship belts. The POW Eastern Tag Team Championship Belts are coated with a slight layer of dust as they too wait their day of judgment and the waist of some magnificent tag team.

Finally below such championship there is an outline from the layers of dust that indicates that another championship belt was missing. In place of the championship a small plaque has been screwed into place, “Eastern Heavyweight Championship”, as it’s current holding champion had been given permission to hold onto the belt for the purpose of further promos or fan signings.

The floodlight begins to flicker once more attracting the attention of the cameraman whom loses the grip of his camera letting it fall to the floor with a clatter in the darkness. The man swears under his breath as he bends down to pick up the valuable piece of equipment, cursing the fact that he now has to return it at the end of the day. The camera is lifted back to the level of the cabinet, slowly being tuned back into focus…as the cameraman returns the scene to focus the outline of two figures can be seen reflected into the glass, one the owned by that of the cameraman but the other just lurks over his shoulder.

The cameraman jumps as two eyes are illuminated from the darkness as they are opened, the cloaked figure moves forward into the light identifying himself as a member of the POW New England branch…the man whom is known widely as simply Macros.

Macros: What brings us to this isolated place, to dwell on rewards that have yet found their place around a deserving participant of wrestling? Do we come to highlight the missing championship, which a small plague and an outline of dust only marks it’s former presence? The answer is simple, we do not come here to mourn that which has already passed into another hands, nor do we come here to morn those championships, which unfortunately have yet to find an owner. We come together today to celebrate an opportunity that has risen to the surface.

The cameraman just stares at the solid figure lurking back into the darkness as he continues his conversation. Draped in a heavy dark red tunic the wrestler had been consumed by the darkness of the room, allowing his presence to go unnoticed as the cameraman had entered.

Macros: With the sacrifice of wrestlers within the past some of us now have the opportunity to move on with our lives, move higher up the ladder of men whom strive towards the Eastern Heavyweight Championship & POW World Heavyweight Championship. Both of which stand as the pinnacle benchmark for one to strive for, working as a single driving force here in this promotion. But of course as always the move to such a state can not always be as easy as it sounds, always there is at least one man whom stands in your way as a barrier towards the goal in which you wish to achieve. It just so happens that the champion JR Zevon is the man that is placed as an obstacle within my path.

Ever since he had accomplished his goal and claimed the Eastern Heavyweight Championship as his own, JR Zevon has successfully fought back against those competitors that have come for his championship. Cheating on occasion, but retaining his championship none the less. Such is why the opportunity has now risen for the Legion Soldier, with no other challengers left the task is now given to myself to prove my worth against the champion. This week I find myself booked in a non-championship match against the champion himself. A chance to claw my way out from this weekly routine of wrestling men obviously below my level of competition, instead to test my abilities against the man the currently stands at the top of the POW New England ladder. Should I win my manager would be quick to find himself at the door of Randall Lovejoy asking kindly yet with an aggressive note, that I should get a championship match.

The cameraman just stares at the solid figure lurking back into the darkness as he continues his conversation. His words seem to echo from the darkness, as the exact location of his voice is unable to be identified.

Macros: It is useless for you to try to comprehend nor try and stop that which is coming, I was destined to rise to greatness here in the POW and while doing so remaining on the victory road as long as possible. I shall bring a new era of wrestling with me, the era of the legion soldier. Such is why I signed the contract to wrestle with POW New England; such is why POW owner Tito Capaci allowed myself and my manager to return to his promotion. He along with many of his financial partners had faith in the legion soldier, they new that once upon the POW New England roster I would not only change the level of competition but also bring in the money and ratings that the show obviously needs.

There is no doubt that JR Zevon has given the POW New England branch a kick-start with his small championship reign. Yet you only have to look at the territory to see that it is slowly fading away, wrestlers continue to leave and the fans find themselves unhappy with what they are supposed to be watching. POW New England is slowly dieing under the reign of JR Zevon, if I can see such a thing it wont be long until Tito Capaci himself sees something similar. Such is why the time has come for JR Zevon to be relieved of his duties, the times has come for JR Zevon to step within my battlefield and find out why I am so damn good.

The cameraman tries to remain silent as he disappears into the shadows himself; slowly the cameraman begins to set up the camera stand trying not to capture the attention of the wrestler.

Macros: I have been apart of this promotion since day one when the doors were first opened, signing my contract only days after Rich Morrison. Men have come to wrestle against me and found themselves against skills in which they could not even dream were capable, skills that I had delivered to claim the victory and left them in defeat. Those men have now risen to important roles within the POW, those men have now learnt from their defeat. Big Ci suffered a terrible loss against myself yet now he has grown and has claimed the Valor Championship. Lance Erickson both competed against and with the Legion Soldier, yet he has now teamed with some of the greatest wrestlers that POW Midwest has to offer. Reck Maverick & Josh Eagles again both competed with and against the Legion Soldier, now they battle in a best of 5 series for a chance to compete for the Midwestern Heavyweight Championship. With the appearance of the Legion Soldier within their careers they have learnt new abilities and skills, with the loss suffered at my hands as a new base…they all have started to build their own legacies within the POW.

They shall now respect and acknowledge that the legion Soldier is one of the very best competitors within this promotion. You see I claimed the honor of the victory yet in return I boosted their careers to a new level; some of them have even risen quicker than myself in their respected territory. That is why I am here within Power On Wrestling: New England, with my intended future reign as Eastern Heavyweight Champion I shall boost the careers of each and every wrestler upon this roster. Just like those guys below they all shall rise to new levels of competition, with myself and my manager as role models their will be a new breed of wresters within POW that will one day undoubtedly find themselves ruling at the top. Those that fall at my feet in desperation after they suffer a loss will realize that they need to change. That they too need to follow this new era to survive in the competition that I shall leave behind me.

The cameraman had finished setting up the tripod for his camera and is now slowly exiting the room. The only thought in his head was to get out of the way of the widely known crazed wrestler. Macros steps out from the shadows to look deep into the lens of the camera unconcerned by the sudden disappearance of the cameraman.

Macros: Come this weeks show JR Zevon himself will suffer a loss at the hands of the legion soldier, in his despair at being a losing champion he will know that his game plan will have to change come my championship opportunity. Alas the champion will undoubtable believe that it was a fluke match, brushing aside the need to change his approach and instead turn to the act which had won him many matches before. Cheating. After all he hasn’t yet lost a singles competition match with his current game plan. JR Zevon will be too cocky within his own universe to see the challenge of the legion soldier coming, the same universe in which he is champion and yet to be defeated. Through his greed and security in which he thinks he has, I shall come out from this darkness and take his Eastern Heavyweight Championship for my own.

For everyone must remember this. I have seen many legends come and go, but none last as long as I!!!

Macros gives a final look into the lens before he walks past the camera to the door, a click echoes the room once more and the room plummets back into darkness.