The scene begins with the young Ricky Runn standing in front of a mirror. It was a Saturday night and Ricky was fidgeting with his tie, trying to do his best to straighten the tie. His friend, and future Agent Rob was standing beside him as the two spoke. Ricky started after growling lowly due to redoing the tie.
Im nervous Rob, I never really been on a date before
Rob cocks his head and says skeptically.
What are you talking about? Youre a teenage heartthrob at Eastern High. I see you with a different girl at least every other week!
Ricky laughed with his head down as he finishes the tie, only to have it too short. He undos the tie and continues.
Well thats completely different.
Is that so?
Dont get me wrong, they were are all fine ladies. But none of them really compare to the class this girl I am going out with tonight.
Rob couldnt help but let out a scoff and say boldly.
You mean the same girl that thinks a fun night is Skateboarding and paintballing? I highly think that is classy.
I never said she was regal, she just has my kind of class.
Ricky once again finishes doing the tie, only to have it way to long. He growls as Rob goes.
So if she is your kind of class, the tie isnt really all that needed, is it?
Ricky nods in agreement and throws the tie into the laundry bin and turns to Rob and goes.
Well Im ready to go, can I borrow your truck tonight?
Rob rolls his eyes and nods before going.
Yeah yeah, I guess. You really need your own car, you know that right?
Im telling you, as soon as I can afford that 2011 Corvette it is all mine.
Right, like that is going to happen anytime soon.
Then Ricky heads out and enters Robs old, red, and rusty pickup truck and drive away. Almost as if Ricky entered a time machine, he pulls up to a rather fancy restaurant in Chicago Illinois known as the Alinea. Now instead of an old, broken down Chevy Truck, Ricky is driving a 2012 black Corvette with gold paint trim. The daredevil jumps out of the car and hands the keys to a valet for him to park. On the way in he slips a $50 bill into the valets hands. Once Ricky enters the restaurant, he scratches his head as he looks about the fancy dining. As he walks about the restaurant, Ricky gets stopped by a waitress and asks.
Um sir, do you know where youre going?
Ricky smiles and shakes his head and says with a smile.
Yeah to be honest, I have no freaking clue. I got a dinner reservation and she said I should meet her here.
The waitress cocks her eyebrow and continues.
Who exactly are you looking for?
Ricky looks about the restaurant as his eyes scanned each table looking for Emilia.
Oh um, Emilia Stillwagon, shes a bit shorter than me, long blonde hair. Killer eyes, cant miss her.
The waitress eyes widen as she says shocked.
Oh my, you must be Richard Jackson! Please, please right this way.
Ricky lets out a nervous chuckle before following the waitress to the table in the back of the restaurant. He finally spots Emilia wearing a lavish gold dress. Ricky eyes pop wide at the side but keeps his composure as he takes the lone seat across from Emilia, she grins as she says half-jokingly.
I am going to assume this isnt your natural element here, hm Ricky?
Rick lets out a chuckle before shaking his head.
What can I say? The last date I went on involved surfing downhill in grocery carts and a giant Pizza, high class isnt really my element
Fair enough, so please tell me, how did your match on Ascension go?
Ricky sighed a bit and relaxed in the chair and said a little agitated.
Not that great, if you dont mind, I much rather not think about my shortcomings look towards the future.
And what is that future, if I may ask?
There is a long, and awkward pause between the two before Ricky spoke up.
The future, I honestly dont have a clue, Ive never had a clue on what the future can hold for me. Even back when I was a kid I just lived life one day at a time, what I have done and what I have accomplished wasnt because of some pre-set destiny out there like some people like to believe. So to answer your question Emilia, I have no idea on what is out there in my future. All I know is that I am going to do my best to make that future, whatever it may be, and the best I can make it.
Emilia nods her head while she listens to Ricky intently. The two than continue to carry on with their meal and through the night. The camera begins to fade away to Ricky and Austin training in Austins gym in Chicago, Illinois. Ricky and Austin were having a skirmish but with a light twist, Austin was using Rickys move-set against him. The two were constantly flying around the ring. Austin replicating Ricky almost perfectly, the moon saults, arm drags, everything. Shortly after the friendly match the two are sitting in the middle of the ring, a towel draped over Rickys head as the two take huge sips from their water bottles. Ricky looks up to Austin and says boldly.
S.H.I.T is truly something else, he may not be like Mind over Matter, or on the level of Constantine and Holmes, but he is definitely not someone I should take lightly in the ring. On Aftershock, he was able to perform Triple Xs moves almost perfectly. The dude can really fly in the ring when he needs to.
Not as good as us though, mate.
Ricky laughed and flinged a little water at Austin and continued.
Of course, but that still doesnt mean S.H.I.T wont be able to follow up my move-set. I need to take everything I have learned, everything that has made me successful in Wrestling, and find ways to counter it. I dont think I never had to do something like that.
Ricky gets onto his feet and moves to a turnbuckle and sits on the top of it and continues.
Not only that, S.H.I.T is starting to lose it. He thinks he is a robot, he doesnt believe he can feel pain, and he is starting to get more and more dangerous in the ring. On Aftershock I could have sworn I saw sparks flying out of him. Not only that who knows what he did to Jack O Lantern before the match even begun. I used to be one of the biggest S.H.I.Theads in the backstage. But he is starting to get out of hand with the damage he is doing to other wrestlers. Ascension is where I make my stand and not only avoid any serious damage, but to end S.H.I.Ts streak on injuring and possibly killing other Superstars.
Ricky then looks over to the championship case to stare at his Championship belt before continuing.
And Austin, I love yeah dude. But this match I need to prove the doubters wrong about the stigma that hangs over our heads.
Austin turns his head and asks curiously.
What exactly is that Rick?
Ricky takes a final sip out of his water before continuing.
You are the Ratings Winner, youre one of the best hi-flyers in WZCW history. You have been a staple in professional wrestling, you have accomplished so much in your time. You won the Elite X Title, you had possibly the feud of the decade against Ty Burna. Not only that, you are now one half of the greatest tag team in history with me. Im still new and fresh to this business, I have yet to even have half the career you have had. Yet people still like to think I am the chink in the chain, the weakest link. And rightfully so, in almost every instance you have carried me and made up for my shortcomings. Im tired of being saved, I want to prove the haters wrong, Runn Reynolds Runn is not a team of Reynolds carrying Runn, but the two of us being the best damn team we can be. And if it means I have to beat S.H.I.T to prove that, he better watch out on Ascension. Because I am not a pushover like Jack O Lantern, and I am a much better wrestler than Triple X, Im the Second City Daredevil, I live for a fight like this.
Austin grins from ear to ear and stands up as well and stands up as well and chips in.
Trust me Ricky, you are one hell of a talented wrestler, and no one is going to take that away from you. I picked you as my tag partner for a reason, and I have never regretted it since. Dont worry about proving anyone anything. Just focus on beating S.H.I.T, and do your thing. Now its late, I got get some sleep. You should too.
Ricky nodded and hopped off the turnbuckle and onto the gym floor. The two exit the gym and turn off the lights to the small gym. The scene ends with a dim view of both championships glimmering in the moonlight.