"Heavy Is The Head." — Project: Underground I.
Dec 4, 2021 7:43:57 GMT -5
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Post by NATHAN O'CONNOR. on Dec 4, 2021 7:43:57 GMT -5
STERLING MANOR | BOURNEMOUTH, ENGLAND.
DECEMBER 4TH.
DECEMBER 4TH.
The day was soon turning to night, the evening sun began to set on Sterling Manor as we’re greeted with the sights and the beauty that is the manor itself. The camera feed brought us to the inside of the manor and showing outside of a door that led onto a balcony, there stood Rochester Clarke Sterling – standing in a three-piece suit and a burgundy scarf – as he continued to look on through the fields of the manor’s land.
“It’s about time.”
That strong southern English accent was heard as he soon turned around to reveal his whole look, rocking a half-smile on his face as he did. Rochester stands there for a moment and soaks in the moment that he has himself in, a first time showing the life and the riches of the finest and hottest free-agent in British professional wrestling in the past five years.
“You know, when I first began training to become a Professional Wrestler? I — in all honesty — never expected to be in the big spotlights of a major company within two whole years. The heritage of the Sterling name in the British professional wrestling scene has been majorly popular, it’s brought in big money checks and hell, it’s even brought in lucrative contracts from other major promotions. But neither of my family made it there in just two years, no, they waited patiently. They let themselves wait and wait and wait some more, allowing themselves to be patient and let time pass when they could have made larger head-starts. My father — Kingsley Matthew Sterling — let himself wait to make it to the big time whilst also taking the inheritance of my grandfather. And he told me the exact same thing that his father told him when he began to wrestle. Telling me two years ago that ‘I shouldn’t let the fame get to my head, once the time passes and you know when it’s right, you’ll find yourself standing on the top of the food chain’.
Of course, I hadn’t a damn clue what any of that meant.
So when I began to train and become the third generation of Sterling in the wrestling business? I took the path that they did, for about six months, and it was the most pain endured training I’ve ever been through. Not for how difficult or how tough it was to take, not at all, but for how mentally draining and now boring it was to any soul that ever took part in it. That’s why I took my own path. I went down my own road and let myself do my own thing. At that point, I said ‘fuck the family heritage and fuck the inheritance that came with it’ and I went my own way. I broke the cycle and I did things how I thought it should have been done and now look at me, standing inside of Sterling Manor — the same Manor that my grandfather passed down to my father and the same Manor that my father will pass down onto me when it’s my time — and being able to tell each and every member of the Sterling family that I did this without them. Without their help, without their knowledge, without their power to bring me wherever I wanted to go.”
His laugh was quite silent but you could see his movements as if he was as he began to walk through Sterling Manor some more, through the halls and down a flight of stairs as he brought the cameraman down into the front of the house. A quick pan along the walls shows the many men that have shared the name of ‘Rochester Clarke Sterling’ with the fourth of the kind to be present here today.
“The family name goes back centuries but here today is where things become different, because before I was born, there hadn’t been another man who carried the name of Rochester Clarke for over sixty years. Once I took the mantle, I was carrying a name with lineage, heritage, and so much more. When my great-grandfather began to wrestle, he set a new lineage for the name of Sterling to carry and one that still continues to this day. But here, in this very moment, I begin to write a new chapter for the name of Sterling as I begin to do what is right. Take my own path and use it to become the big star, the main event man, the man that carries the legacy of many before me. And believe me when I tell you this, Project: Underground might not have seemed like the ideal choice for others when you have brands like Fallout or even Proving Ground, knowing well that they’ve grown onto the names that they have already. But I don’t see the money in that. I don’t see the draw in those anymore. With a place like Project: Underground however? I create. I don’t rewrite, but I make my own.
History can be changed so many times, chapters can be written so many times, everything is a never-ending book when it comes down to how you see things. How many chapters have Proving Ground written right now? How many chapters have Fallout written right now? Two? Three? Maybe even four? I only need one. My own chapter. When it comes to someone like me? I am the beginning, the end, and hell, I am everything in between them too. I didn’t come here to this new brand and allow someone else to write their own chapters, I didn’t come here for someone else to write their own doings, the first true chapter begins with the name of Rochester Clarke Sterling and it’ll end with Rochester Clarke Sterling. Though, I’m sure there’s going to be many names that would like to make sure that does not happen — including the first of many that I will be tackling to create my throne. The one that goes by the name of Scar.”
A pause. Rochester takes a moment of silence to let that name be soaked in for a moment, for himself to come with the terms of having a first of many, and what will — most definitely — not be the last.
“For some, they’d tell us that we share something in common. They’d tell us that we share so much in common that really, we’re almost identical to one another. Two different men, born into two different lifestyles from almost across the world from one another, but seemingly so similar to one another with motives and how we think. Think about it for a second, Scar. You feel left out from your family’s heritance, whereas I moved away from it willingly to create my own path and heritance. Simply put, we are not one in the same, no matter what many think of themselves. I laid out the whole foundation of why I chose to be who I am, I laid out everything onto the table because someone like me is not afraid of spilling the truth and letting someone else create their own vision of my story, and I left you everything to divulge into, Scar. You’re a bad man, aren’t you? A very mean, bad, and black hearted man who wants to put the pain that he has felt onto everyone else in the world because you got disowned by your own family.
So you might believe it to be, as far as I could tell.
When I see someone like you, Scar, a part of me feels as if I have to feel bad for you. Because, whilst you’ve been wandering around and trying to find a way to prove yourself as being a true namesake to your family’s name, you’ve shown weakness along with it. You might not see it, you might not even think about it, but take a look around you and then take a look at yourself. You’re growing weak, you’re growing into desperation, you’re growing into something that’ll make you seem so little compared to how large you put yourself out there to be. Parade around showing all of the scars along your body, tell everyone that this is just the beginning of what’s to come, show the whole world what it means to be the forgotten cub from the pack. But all they’ll see you for is a man seeking validation, so many people will see that and what will they hand you for it? Nothing. Not a single bit of it. You want respect, you want that validation, you want everything handed to you but if you’re trying to show yourself as the alpha male of the pack, Scar? You’re doing it all wrong. So, so wrong.”
A beat.
“And that is where I come in to play.
Because all of that weakness that you put onto display for everyone to see is going to be your downfall, Scar. Your attempt to put fear into people and make them become weary of being in your presence as if you hold something over them that they cannot have and that is what will become your downfall, Scar. It’s something that is imminent and not something that you can hold back onto much longer. For me, however, I wouldn’t know anything about that because I — Rochester Clarke Sterling — am a man who has, and soon will, done it all. The fastest rising and hottest free agent known to man came to Project: Underground to create his own chapter and allow everyone to kneel before him. And so shall you when it comes to our match. The main event. A match that everyone will have their eyes onto, Scar. Let me ask you this one time and one time only, will you be able to hold yourself together for that long or will you crumble and show everyone why you were disowned by your own family?
Will you let your weaknesses be shown to everyone as they have their eyes set on you, Scar? Will the pressure be too much for the cub of the pack to take on, Scar? Will everything that you’ve been trying to gain back and restore be worth anything to you when you’re standing inside of that ring and showing the whole world why you are who you are, Scar? An ego built on nothing but despair. A motive built on poverty. A desire built on validation for himself. You make me sick, Scar, and I — personally — cannot wait to be rid of you from the books that I will write. I will make sure that the fall from the top that you seem to be standing on will be painless, but then again, I cannot guarantee that it’ll be the same after what I bring to you, Scar. You did this to yourself and when you go home and ask yourself thinking that nobody respected you for who you were, there’s only one man to blame for it and that is yourself. There is nobody else to blame for it. But don’t worry, Scar, if it is validation that you seek and respect that you hope to grasp onto? Then I shall bring you whatever you need. I will be so generous and give you only a handful of that respect and validation that you wanted.”
Rochester stepped forward, coming closer to the camera as his tone became quieter than before, almost like a whisper but loud enough for the camera to pick it up.
“Because you — my friend — will be the first of many to fall to the name of R.C. Sterling. The first of many to take the fall but you will most certainly won’t be the last, and you know how the old saying goes, Scar.”
A pause.
“You’ll never forget your first.”
A smile soon grew onto his face before he’d walk out of the shot, letting the feed soon face to black.
“It’s about time.”
That strong southern English accent was heard as he soon turned around to reveal his whole look, rocking a half-smile on his face as he did. Rochester stands there for a moment and soaks in the moment that he has himself in, a first time showing the life and the riches of the finest and hottest free-agent in British professional wrestling in the past five years.
“You know, when I first began training to become a Professional Wrestler? I — in all honesty — never expected to be in the big spotlights of a major company within two whole years. The heritage of the Sterling name in the British professional wrestling scene has been majorly popular, it’s brought in big money checks and hell, it’s even brought in lucrative contracts from other major promotions. But neither of my family made it there in just two years, no, they waited patiently. They let themselves wait and wait and wait some more, allowing themselves to be patient and let time pass when they could have made larger head-starts. My father — Kingsley Matthew Sterling — let himself wait to make it to the big time whilst also taking the inheritance of my grandfather. And he told me the exact same thing that his father told him when he began to wrestle. Telling me two years ago that ‘I shouldn’t let the fame get to my head, once the time passes and you know when it’s right, you’ll find yourself standing on the top of the food chain’.
Of course, I hadn’t a damn clue what any of that meant.
So when I began to train and become the third generation of Sterling in the wrestling business? I took the path that they did, for about six months, and it was the most pain endured training I’ve ever been through. Not for how difficult or how tough it was to take, not at all, but for how mentally draining and now boring it was to any soul that ever took part in it. That’s why I took my own path. I went down my own road and let myself do my own thing. At that point, I said ‘fuck the family heritage and fuck the inheritance that came with it’ and I went my own way. I broke the cycle and I did things how I thought it should have been done and now look at me, standing inside of Sterling Manor — the same Manor that my grandfather passed down to my father and the same Manor that my father will pass down onto me when it’s my time — and being able to tell each and every member of the Sterling family that I did this without them. Without their help, without their knowledge, without their power to bring me wherever I wanted to go.”
His laugh was quite silent but you could see his movements as if he was as he began to walk through Sterling Manor some more, through the halls and down a flight of stairs as he brought the cameraman down into the front of the house. A quick pan along the walls shows the many men that have shared the name of ‘Rochester Clarke Sterling’ with the fourth of the kind to be present here today.
“The family name goes back centuries but here today is where things become different, because before I was born, there hadn’t been another man who carried the name of Rochester Clarke for over sixty years. Once I took the mantle, I was carrying a name with lineage, heritage, and so much more. When my great-grandfather began to wrestle, he set a new lineage for the name of Sterling to carry and one that still continues to this day. But here, in this very moment, I begin to write a new chapter for the name of Sterling as I begin to do what is right. Take my own path and use it to become the big star, the main event man, the man that carries the legacy of many before me. And believe me when I tell you this, Project: Underground might not have seemed like the ideal choice for others when you have brands like Fallout or even Proving Ground, knowing well that they’ve grown onto the names that they have already. But I don’t see the money in that. I don’t see the draw in those anymore. With a place like Project: Underground however? I create. I don’t rewrite, but I make my own.
History can be changed so many times, chapters can be written so many times, everything is a never-ending book when it comes down to how you see things. How many chapters have Proving Ground written right now? How many chapters have Fallout written right now? Two? Three? Maybe even four? I only need one. My own chapter. When it comes to someone like me? I am the beginning, the end, and hell, I am everything in between them too. I didn’t come here to this new brand and allow someone else to write their own chapters, I didn’t come here for someone else to write their own doings, the first true chapter begins with the name of Rochester Clarke Sterling and it’ll end with Rochester Clarke Sterling. Though, I’m sure there’s going to be many names that would like to make sure that does not happen — including the first of many that I will be tackling to create my throne. The one that goes by the name of Scar.”
A pause. Rochester takes a moment of silence to let that name be soaked in for a moment, for himself to come with the terms of having a first of many, and what will — most definitely — not be the last.
“For some, they’d tell us that we share something in common. They’d tell us that we share so much in common that really, we’re almost identical to one another. Two different men, born into two different lifestyles from almost across the world from one another, but seemingly so similar to one another with motives and how we think. Think about it for a second, Scar. You feel left out from your family’s heritance, whereas I moved away from it willingly to create my own path and heritance. Simply put, we are not one in the same, no matter what many think of themselves. I laid out the whole foundation of why I chose to be who I am, I laid out everything onto the table because someone like me is not afraid of spilling the truth and letting someone else create their own vision of my story, and I left you everything to divulge into, Scar. You’re a bad man, aren’t you? A very mean, bad, and black hearted man who wants to put the pain that he has felt onto everyone else in the world because you got disowned by your own family.
So you might believe it to be, as far as I could tell.
When I see someone like you, Scar, a part of me feels as if I have to feel bad for you. Because, whilst you’ve been wandering around and trying to find a way to prove yourself as being a true namesake to your family’s name, you’ve shown weakness along with it. You might not see it, you might not even think about it, but take a look around you and then take a look at yourself. You’re growing weak, you’re growing into desperation, you’re growing into something that’ll make you seem so little compared to how large you put yourself out there to be. Parade around showing all of the scars along your body, tell everyone that this is just the beginning of what’s to come, show the whole world what it means to be the forgotten cub from the pack. But all they’ll see you for is a man seeking validation, so many people will see that and what will they hand you for it? Nothing. Not a single bit of it. You want respect, you want that validation, you want everything handed to you but if you’re trying to show yourself as the alpha male of the pack, Scar? You’re doing it all wrong. So, so wrong.”
A beat.
“And that is where I come in to play.
Because all of that weakness that you put onto display for everyone to see is going to be your downfall, Scar. Your attempt to put fear into people and make them become weary of being in your presence as if you hold something over them that they cannot have and that is what will become your downfall, Scar. It’s something that is imminent and not something that you can hold back onto much longer. For me, however, I wouldn’t know anything about that because I — Rochester Clarke Sterling — am a man who has, and soon will, done it all. The fastest rising and hottest free agent known to man came to Project: Underground to create his own chapter and allow everyone to kneel before him. And so shall you when it comes to our match. The main event. A match that everyone will have their eyes onto, Scar. Let me ask you this one time and one time only, will you be able to hold yourself together for that long or will you crumble and show everyone why you were disowned by your own family?
Will you let your weaknesses be shown to everyone as they have their eyes set on you, Scar? Will the pressure be too much for the cub of the pack to take on, Scar? Will everything that you’ve been trying to gain back and restore be worth anything to you when you’re standing inside of that ring and showing the whole world why you are who you are, Scar? An ego built on nothing but despair. A motive built on poverty. A desire built on validation for himself. You make me sick, Scar, and I — personally — cannot wait to be rid of you from the books that I will write. I will make sure that the fall from the top that you seem to be standing on will be painless, but then again, I cannot guarantee that it’ll be the same after what I bring to you, Scar. You did this to yourself and when you go home and ask yourself thinking that nobody respected you for who you were, there’s only one man to blame for it and that is yourself. There is nobody else to blame for it. But don’t worry, Scar, if it is validation that you seek and respect that you hope to grasp onto? Then I shall bring you whatever you need. I will be so generous and give you only a handful of that respect and validation that you wanted.”
Rochester stepped forward, coming closer to the camera as his tone became quieter than before, almost like a whisper but loud enough for the camera to pick it up.
“Because you — my friend — will be the first of many to fall to the name of R.C. Sterling. The first of many to take the fall but you will most certainly won’t be the last, and you know how the old saying goes, Scar.”
A pause.
“You’ll never forget your first.”
A smile soon grew onto his face before he’d walk out of the shot, letting the feed soon face to black.
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