2014.07.19: PWN - LEGACY - Now you're snake bitten

A new day was upon us in more ways then one. The sunrise in California was always a spectacle and today it was no different-- about twenty or so minutes after the initial phase, we find ourselves outside in the cool, cloudy morning. With a gold colored hoodie and black pair of Nike branded sweats, rolling his head on his shoulders we see Miles Lozio and he looked primed and ready to go. After the reawakening he had following Silas Romero's last video, Miles was dead set on succeeding at Break on Through. Removing the ear-buds from his ears, Miles put the wire across the back of his neck as a car whizzed by.

"A clinic... A clinic... is that what you're considering what you and Matlock shared at Independence Day? I'm not trying to knock what you're doing out there bro, but that wasn't a clinic, it was more of a... coming of age tale. You said it yourself, you were complacent... overly comfortable in the role you slotted yourself in. A clinic is what we put on at Friday the 20th where yeah... My brother and I came up short against Prince and Ripper, but that was a clinic. I understand that you're eager to continue the building of your legacy, it's understandable. I know the feeling and despite us being on two different sides of the spectrum, I understand totally. You're hungry, Silas... and there's no amount of success you're able to reach that'll satisfy you. You'll continue to push and reach... commendable. I've been there... I'm still trying to add to what I've achieved. I'm never complacent, you've seen that. Despite falling on hard times, I keep trying for more and more... and you DID make the mistake of waking the cobra and not following through on your snake-charming. Now? Heh... You're snake bitten."

Miles had every intent of putting on a clinic later today, he would sort modify his approach to make Silas as uncomfortable as possible and to wrestle, not strike. Despite Miles having the distinctive edge in terms of size and strength, he never modeled his approach and ring-skill around striking, he instead focused primarily on wrestling. Mat work would not just tire out a smaller opponent, but it would also prove Miles' point that as far as a technical standpoint goes... Miles could very well set the standard.

"If you honestly believe you're going to hit the mat and actually out-wrestle me, you're crazier than I pegged you for. If there's one thing in this world I'm good... no, great at, it's wrestling. Not just because it was a religion in our household, but because when you've got three brothers that's one, two and three years younger than you... challenging for the spot of the family alpha, you've gotta stay on your toes. As angry as Dante may be with me regarding the blow up at the last show... ask him his honest opinion on who the best technical wrestler in the company is. I may come in a close second to Drew Stevenson, but that's a damn honor because Stevenson is awesome. But you Romero? You're not better than me, not even if I was running a 103.4 fever with bronchitis. Not even if I had the stomach flu and was on a Gatorade and Cracker diet, I would still be better than you... no matter the circumstance Silas, rest assure that you can have the striking edge but you will never be a better technical wrestler than I am."

That sentence was fired off with a snarl of sorts, for Romero to even joke about something like that was an insult to Miles who pushed himself to great lengths to be as skilled and precise as he was on the mat. It was an underrated quality in this day and age, most people would rather rely on being well-rounded, not Miles... not any of his brothers. For them, Professional Wrestling was a sport and an art. Considering it anything else was a slap in a face and something Miles wouldn't take lightly.

"... I'm going to take a Muhammad Ali quote and modify it to fit the situation and tell you that if you even dream about making me tap... me, Miles god-damned Lozio..."

Miles pointed his thumb at his chest and smiled.

"... you better wake up and apologize. Apologize for being such an ignorant prick, for gulping way too much of your own Kool-Aid. Maybe in the circle you come from, you're skilled... that's great and all, but the circle that I come from, I'm the difference maker. I'm the blue chip, I'm the alpha. The only tapping that's going to be happening is when you're using the last of your energy to wave the white flag and tap..."

Slapping his right hand against his left three times, Miles nodded and smiled again.

"To a REAL wrestler. I'm not some stupid poser pretending to be something I'm not, you can guarantee that I'm everything I sell myself to be. Maybe I let things snowball, but I take full responsibility for that. I admit that I've been less than stellar recently but it's going to come to a thunderous end when you're grabbing at your shoulder after I tear it. When you're wondering what happened when you're staring up at the lights of an emergency room while they're putting your shoulder back into it's place, take a second to realize that I've always been the guy capable of doing that... it just took some time to see it. I'll never doubt your ability and what you've accomplished, I can't stand here and tell you that the buzz surrounding your name is unwarranted because that'd make me a liar. You've earned the stripes you've got, but I'm going to take it away from you and let you know how it feels to be stuck at the bottom with the hunger to climb and get yourself going again. I've smacked rock-bottom, Silas... I've been here, I've tasted the bitter granite I smacked into when I forgot where I came from and I'm not going to allow it to go on for much longer. If you're that arrogant into thinking that I'm not going to be moving full steam ahead with the intent of knocking you off of that pedestal you've got yourself on, I'd suggest you realize it very quickly or you're going to hate that bitter pill of defeat I'm shoving into your mouth and making you ingest."

That brought a grin across the face of The Golden State Warrior, all as he used his pointer finger and thumb to run down the sides of his goatee. The Miles Lozio that was standing in front of the camera now was leaps and bounds further than the Miles Lozio that was in front of the camera at Independence Day. Some questioned if Miles head was in the game against Wayne Williams, they felt as if he was too focused on the Treborn Plague and it cost him, which was the truth. It took Silas Romero for Miles to realize that he needed to get his head back in the game and take this as seriously as possible as there was hope for him... he just needed to get over the bump in the road and charge forward.

"In about thirteen hours in The Carsom Community Center in front of the Legacy Wrestling fans... It's going to be a war. It's going to be everything that we've made it out to be... and more. You've convinced yourself that you've got the keys to stop me, you've convinced yourself that you're going to out-strike and out-wrestle me... I'd suggest you take a step back and analyze the situation. If you're really believing yourself, I'd suggest you go for a drive real quick, go find a place of tranquility and meditate even. Understand that yeah, you're good Silas, you're on a roll and you've got the internet blowing up... but at the end of the day, experience bro, experience wins out. You may have the golden elbow, you may have the demi-god complex... but me? I've got the determination, ability and you've personally granted me the drive to walk into Break on Through and show not just you... but the critics... those who question if I'll ever reach my potential that I am, and it all starts there. Whether you like it or not... it's your call. You've got all day to figure out a way to deal with it because I'm going to come at you as hard and fast as possible, I hope you're ready. You claim to be... you say you're going to be twenty steps ahead of me... prove it. Prove it in the ring... beat me and make see that Silas Romero is for real, because you can bet your bottom dollar that Miles Lozio is."

Adjusting the ear-buds that was around his neck, Miles placed the left side back into his ear, all as he fixed the sleeves of his hoodie. Rolling his shoulders forward, Miles reached down and grabbed at his leg, pulling it up behind him and stretched it out, he let the camera pick up that smirk of his as he followed the motion with his other leg, preparing himself for the morning workout ahead of him.

"I'm no God... I'm damn sure no demi-god. All I am is a modern day warrior, a professional wrestler that lives and breathes this industry. I don't have magical powers man, I don't make myself out to be nothing I can't back up in the ring. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens when you're standing across from me, staring me in the eye and realizing that the time for talk is over. You've talked a good game, you've made it entertaining and now? The moment is inching closer when you're going to be forced to see that despite the cute little nicknames and catchy monikers... that beneath the aliases... the only thing that matters is getting your arm raised when that bell rings. I'm ready Silas, are you? Are you really ready to go to war with a warrior... even as much of a demi-god you make yourself out to be? Don't forget... the last time a mere mortal, a warrior had enough of the scorn of those who considered themselves gods and demigods, he wiped Olympus and it's descendants out... Kratos was a bad... bad man, Silas. I don't have the Blades of Chaos fused to my forearms, but what I do have is The Bull Clutch and believe that you're gonna tap, or I'm going to rip your shoulder to pieces..."

Placing his leg down on the concrete after stretching, Miles winked and nodded.

"... your call."

And with that said, he took off in a light jog which quickly evolved into a full sprint. As he made his way out of view from the camera, the time for war had come... Miles Lozio and Silas Romero would lock up later at Break on Through, one man was attempting to get to a new level... the other? He was trying to find footing in the game. The Supreme Striker versus The World-Class Wrestler; it'd be a spectacle, it'd be a battle... and at the end of the day, it was everything Professional Wrestling should stand for.