Rising Dreams

*In 1963, Martin Luther King Jr made the famous I Have a Dream speech. The speech was an empassioned interpretation of the feelings of one of the greatest civil rights activists of all time. Forty-two years later, another man would have a great dream, albeit nothing compared to the one that Martin Luther stood for, but nonetheless a dream among dreams, a mortal among mortals, who, after years of unbridled success, yet despite failure to get over the perennial "hump", is ready to take the next step into immortality. Dusty J entered professional wrestling four years ago for Dangerously Hardcore Wrestling, where he shot to superstardom seemingly overnight. Now he's no longer a hotshot rookie, but an experienced young veteran, looking to shoot higher than he ever had hoped to before, to become the immortal, to become "the man", to become the greatest professional athelete in the world today, to become the champion of Elite Fantasy Wrestling. The location is an empty room, with the exception of a single chair facing a single camera that's being propped up, not a living soul in the room until the blackness lifts, and the face of potential greatness is shown glaring into the lense.*

I have a dream, a Rising Dream. A dream that consists of sixteen wrestlers in a one night tournament, the stake, the EFW championship belt, and the distinguishment of being the first ever EFW champion of the world. It's something that every man in this company wants to be, and everybody knows that only of us sixteen can have it.

Some people would say that i'm an odds on favorite to win it all, hell, that's refreshing, but quite frankly it doesn't mean anything. The odds also said that Dewey would defeat Truman, that Mantle would beat Maris, that the United States would never gain independence. Hell, what are odds anyway? Just a number, 10-1, 15-1, 1500-1, does it really matter? No. The fact of the matter is that every night, no matter who you are or who you're facing, you have to prove that you can beat whoever opposes you, and that's more important than some stupid number.

But there is one number that does mean something to me. The number one, for many reasons. First off, the number one seed I have in my bracket of the tournament, it kind of makes you feel like you're worth a damn, you know? You're the number one seed, that means that somebody out there believes you can do it, afterall, they don't give number 1 seeds to pushovers. Secondly is the fact that the number one is one more number than World Titles i've had. And that is something that bugs me. Hell, i've always thought I was good enough to get one, but there's always something that gets in the way, i'm not making excuses, granted, but it really frustrates me that i've got that stigma on me, you know, that "I can't win the big one." Well, my dream is to do just that. This EFW title tournament is it, my opportunity, i've had one once before, but i'll admit it, the man I faced was the better man. He kicked out of my Gangbanger, and nailed me with his Splash From Hell, pinned me in the center of the ring. I knew I could have won, but I didn't, and hence, four years later, this stigma stands, it's time for a change.

I guess you could say i'm also an odds on favorite because of my tournament experience. King of Extreme, November 2001. A tournament in which the winner would receive that aforementioned title shot, which I did after a night of hell that capped off with the most dangerous match i've ever been apart of. I'm prepared for anything, last time I was the ignorant rookie, but now i'm more focused than ever. I've been through wars of my own, much like everybody else, but none of theirs were quite like that night.

That was in DHW, and speaking of DHW, that leads me to something, or, someone else. Peligro. Peligro, I know you're going to see this, so come closer to the television set and listen up real good. You took the Extreme title, MY Extreme title from me, after I fought my ass off to win it back, when I never even lost it to begin with! You're in a different bracket than me, but I hope to god that you make it to the finals, where you and I can square it off, and i'm going to make certain that not only will I win the EFW title, but i'm going to unify it with the Extreme title, and you can mark my words on that.

TJ RocKer, the Son of Satan. Another DHW alumni in this tournament, and once again, in a different bracket, well, that's fine. Because TJ, yeah, I saw the words, I saw "Hell RaZor" on the Elitetron, and yeah, it took me by complete surprise, and I know that's how you've always liked to do things, surprise the adversary and then go for the kill, not going to happen, if we meet, you're done, if not, then we will settle this score. Last time we met if I recall, I took your World Cruiserweight Title in a ladder match on Mutilation, and i'm 1-0 against you in singles competition. One and Oh, well, there's the number again.

Chris Aurileo, don't think i'm looking past you either. I've said it before, odds don't mean anything, you have to go out and do the damn thing, and I intend to in our matchup. You know it's funny, four years ago I was the newcomer looking to score some upsets, and I did. Well now you're the newcomer to EFW, and looking to score the big upset. But too bad for you, it's not going to happen, not against me, no sale. The dream is something that fifteen other wrestlers want to accomplish, only one man will, only one man can, and as the flow of this little session has gone, it can only be number one, the number one seed of bracket one, the number one Elite Ranking, the number one desire, and i'll win my first, that's number one, Worlds Title. Bank it.

*With those parting words, Dusty gets up, and the camera goes back to black, as it fades to this black, parts from the I Have a Dream speech can be heard.*

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