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Post by Lochlyn Cade on Sept 11, 2021 6:08:02 GMT
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Remember The Fallen
09.16.21 | NPW vs Freakke vs Rob Garcia
“We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing-grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!” ~ Winston Churchill
Lochlyn Cade stands at the edge of a seafront scene but his eyes aren’t focused upon the setting sun on the horizon. His gaze is instead concentrated upon the monument simply entitled Tommy. It sits on Terrace Green by the seafront in Seaham, County Durham, in North East England.
Lochlyn stands at the foot of the statue looking upwards at the burdensome eyes of the British solider. His hat tilted slightly and his tiresome hand grasps his rifle. In that moment you understand the burdens and wariness of war.
“Freakke and the ReVenant scum of Rob Garcia allow me, The Promethean and your North American Cruiserweight Champion, to offer you a few words of honesty. It’s something you’ll rarely hear in this business, the truth, as hard as that is to believe.” Lochlyn Cade turns away from the statue of the soldier. The bright hues of the sun are at his back. The camera adjusts just below his eye line giving him a larger visual appearance.
“I’m gonna start with the man who would like to see the end of my reign as Champ but also unable to accomplish the task because, Rob Garcia. I’d assume that I’m supposed to be outwardly wary of this guy. I’m gonna offer this regarding Garcia… the guy with more than a few pounds from contending for my title. I told you that it was gonna be the truth, harsh truth, but still… the truth non the less, right Robbie? Do you like that name? Robbie? It has a somewhat annoying ring to it. I think it fits.
Ol’ Robbie is aligned with The ReVenants and they’ve got themselves a bit of a reputation in Northern Pro. Their recent confrontations with Jamester have turned brutal and therefore a distraction. These guys are pulling a similar strategy held by Germany during the World Wars. They’ve got more enemies than they do soldiers and I’m the kind of guy who strategies like Winston Churchill.”
Lochlyn Cade steps backwards on his right foot and kneels on a knee. His hands reach down towards his boot and lightly swipes his hand across the toe with the back of his hand. His gaze comes back upwards towards the camera.
“I don’t have nearly as much dirt upon my shoes from my travels across the globe in pursuit of my dreams. I’ve become known for staying and actually leaving a mark in one place. Oh, Robbie, I beg you too forgive me for grasping Northern Pro Championship gold in only my second match. I guess I’m just more apt at this thing we do than you’ve been. Want to prove me wrong? Well, you’ve got your opportunity. You’ve defeated Freakke once already. I guess it’s my turn but I’m gonna end two with one shot. You could say I’m the front line soldier sent to end guys like you.”
Lochlyn Cade stands back upon his feet, his boots dusted, and his attention comes back towards the statue instead of the camera. His eyes are prideful, his shoulders square, and his shadow stands besides the steel soldiers.
“I would have made a good soldier. A guy willing to sacrifice everything for what he believes to be truth and justice. Guys like Freakke may not believe in my self defined strength but my history stands behind my words. The pile of names that have fallen to The Promethean grows with each event and Freakke won’t be any different.
He’s playing D and D games like he’s some freaking, pun intended, cartoon character on a Saturday morning. Freakke, Northern Pro is displaying Honor literally with their Fight for the Fallen event. Perhaps, maybe, you should pull out those lucky charms you were talking about before losing to Rob Garcia. It’s possible that a rabbit’s foot for four leaf clover would do you some good.”
Lochlyn Cade places his hand into his pocket and slowly retrieves a palm sized lump of coal. He turns it over within his hand as he stares at it solemnly in a moment of solidarity.
“There is a story of a British Solider being sent a piece of coal as a token of luck in 1917. These relics of good luck aren’t just words people use for the sake of something to talk about. Not like you did Freakke. Sometimes something so sentimental can give a feeling of hope of something to hang onto during the most trying of times. Yeah, soldiers died with these attached to their riffles, hanging from their jackets, and keeping in their pockets.
Let’s be honest Freakke. You could eat an entire box of lucky charms, keep a four leaf clover, or any numbers of things. It might keep you from taking the pin but it won’t help you win the match. Hope though, it gives you hope, and a piece of something to hold onto during the next few days.”
The Promethean takes the piece of coal and lays it at the statue of the steel soldier. He believes in luck, he believes in chance, and Lochlyn Cade believes that things like a tin cigarette holder taking a bullet and saving a soldier isn’t just a thing that happens. Luck, chance, destiny, or fate playing a hand.
This world has given many extra chances at life to men and women of war. Yeah, he believes in that. He also believes in those men and women who gave everything for their family, their friends, and their country. He may not have been a soldier sacrificing everything but still on this night he’s fighting for his country and for those soldiers who’ve given everything. Northern Pro Wrestling remembers and so does Lochlyn Cade.
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