For Will Neilson, this was the exact feeling when he finally climbed across the overhead wires and grabbed onto the Impulse Championship. He didn’t let go, that wasn’t going to fly here. It was all worth it in the end though, wasn’t it? Will had to keep a smile on his face when he was walking up the ramp with his newly won championship over his shoulder. Of course, he had to feel for those in the ring. Fallon Lockhart, Ruiz, Sophie El. With one look backwards before he headed back through the curtain, Will nodded his head.
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A camera was turned on backstage as it panned over to show Will laying flat on an equipment box, chest facing up and his hair draped down over his face. The sweat of course, made that body of his glistening in the lights of the corridor, there’s probably a few people out there who would appreciate that. The first and brand new Impulse Champion sits up to stretch his arms outwards, noticing the camera now recording him as Neilson swivels around to stand up and hold the title down at his right side.
WILL NEILSON: “... do you actuaaaally know how long I have been waiting for an opportunity like this? This time last year, I was competing in South Africa and that was when I got my first real bit of exposure to the wider wrestling world. There was no bubble to simply sit in and make my name between a certain group, it was about branching out, making new friends and even new enemies on the way. I’ve truly felt that the last year was a journey of finding not who I am, but what I want to be in this industry.”
He turned slightly to the right, looking down and bringing his arm up to show the plate of the Impulse Championship and one side of the strap.
WILL NEILSON: “This is an example of a whole year’s work, twelve whole months of working non-stop to make any sort of impact. Perhaps I was cocky at the beginning of this whole procedure, however who wouldn’t want to go out there and proclaim that they’ll be the first World Champion of any company? It’s something within all of us, a drive to be better and the prospect of being the first one to say that you are truly the best of the best a certain company has to offer. The Impulse Championship feels different to whenever I won titles over in my early career in America, or even my stint in Canada that ended not too long ago…”
Will smirked slightly, bringing the championship up higher and throwing it over his right shoulder as he used his free left hand to brush some of the drooping and sweaty hair out of his face and upwards.
WILL NEILSON: “It feels like I’m one of the leaders in a movement. That movement is Pro Wrestling NEO.”
The new champion looks away for a moment and lets out a deep breath, turning back around and taking a glance over at the title on his shoulder.
WILL NEILSON: “There’s one thing at this end of this that I want to take away, no matter where I go and what I do, things like this make it all worth it in the end. To go from being caught up in my own twisted mind last year to being in one of the best positions not only in my career, but in my life… man, it really makes you think eh? Being able to compete in my home country and over here simultaneously is everything that I could’ve asked for back when I began wrestling. It makes me happy. It makes me happy to truly be me.”
Right after those words, Will walks away from the camera and the feed fades away afterwards.
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03/03/19
It’s a brand new scene and setting, the background being being that of an orchard of sorts, the green complimenting the nice weather outside and the landing in which a few chairs are positioned, some cushions to compliment them. Sitting on the middle chair and his head leaning on a cushion with some cool and fancy design is Will Neilson himself, wearing a light grey adidas shirt along with torn light blue jeans. Across his lap is the Impulse Championship and with the camera all set up, he begins to speak.
WILL NEILSON: “It’s been like, a week? Yeah, a week since Insurgence. They actually sent a camera over to my condo to get a word with me about the title victory and some other stuff, so here I am. I’m guessing you want to hear about the title first, right? Happily. It took a while to really take it all in and to once again see that my face is all over the web with this championship… one hell of a feeling.”
He looks up to the sky, then down again at the title before taking it up and placing it over his shoulder, the sun gleaming down on the title plate.
WILL NEILSON: “Trust me here, titles are the reason we’re in this business after all. Don’t be lying to yourself now. Without these, we wouldn’t have a company like NEO. To once again be recognised as a champion means that I am one of the best this place has to offer. You can’t deny that anymore. If there’s one promise that I can make to the rest of the locker room, it’s that I’ll be a fighting and defending champion and as the first, it is my right to set the bar for everyone who thinks they can take it away from me. That’s what brings me on to the Church of Oleska and more specifically, this whole thing they think they have going.”
Neilson repositions the title slightly, making sure the camera has a good view of it and the front of the plate. A smile comes to his face as Will then pushes some of those blonde locks to the right of his face.
WILL NEILSON: “Grudges in the wrestling world are a funny set of ideals, so for you Irina there’s already a slight bit of history isn’t there? Our first match in the company ended in chaos because a cult came out and attacked me. That was my first exposure to the Church of Oleska and to the woman you adore, Miss Vanity Fulbright. The All-Mother. We know what happened next, so I won’t bother with the details apart from the fact that it really helped me get exposed to the taste of my own blood. Helped me prepare for that short deathmatch phase, eh?”
WILL NEILSON: “We both managed to escape Heaven or Hell. The only difference is that you missed out on your chance to qualify for a title match, whilst I was out there winning this. On the first night, I knew what my future was in this place. On the second night, I realised that perhaps it was fate that brought us here. The constant attacks, the messages, the small details have all led to me waging a war against the cult and mother you preach. Making me bleed was no big deal, part of the business to be honest. Not everybody has to be fond of you. We all bleed at one point. Who’s to say that I can’t return the favour in a bigger and better way?”
Will holds the title up towards the frame, his face peering in at the side as the smile is mostly gone at this point.
WILL NEILSON: “This isn’t over until the church has been taken down. And by taken down, I mean bit by bit of it slowly fading away. To be honest Irina, you’re the whole challenger to my title in this and I’ll be taking you seriously as such, but when you think about it… you’re not my real challenger are you? So, when this whole thing between us is over, then I want Vanity Fulbright.”
WILL NEILSON: “I’m not asking for too much, am I?”
As Will lowers the title and throws it back over himself, he raises his hand up and the feed slowly fades away, ending just like that.
