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--//Scene\\--
The camera fades in on a dimly lit room… a simple concrete backdrop behind Shio Corin. No gold chains this time. No throne. No champagne. Just Shio. Sitting on a folding chair, elbows on knees, eyes low but locked on the lens. The energy is different. It’s heavier. Realer.
--//Shio Corin\\--
...She really did that, huh?
Feet on the ropes. Feet. On. The. Ropes. After everything I said. After everything I proved in that ring. That’s how she beat me. That’s what it took. And they still raising her hand like she won something clean. Like she earned it. Like she didn't just steal the W and dip out before anybody could question it.
--//Scene\\--
He rubs his face with both hands. A deep exhale.
--//Shio Corin\\--
See, I been sittin’ with that loss. Letting it marinate. Letting it chew through me. Because I ain’t gonna lie to you—I hate it. I hate the way it happened. I hate the way she walked out with her fake little smile and her perfect little posture, acting like she didn’t just rob me in front of the whole world. But what I hate more than anything... is that now people got the nerve to act like she beat me. Like she really beat me.
But here’s the thing about getting robbed... It don’t make you less than. It don’t make you weak. It don’t mean you didn’t belong. It just means someone else knew they couldn’t beat you straight up… so they had to bend the rules. They had to cheat. Lie. Steal. They had to escape you.
And that’s what Grace De Luca did. She escaped.
--//Scene\\--
Shio finally looks straight into the lens. Calm. Focused. Serious.
--//Shio Corin\\--
She needed the ropes. She needed the illusion. She needed to pretend she was better. Me? I don’t need none of that. I am better. And if I gotta take the long way to prove it again? Fine. That’s what I do. I show up. I work. I wreck whoever’s in front of me. And now, that means you, Sorn.
Yeah, I heard all about you. Quiet dude. Real technical. All about fighting spirit and honor and the ‘true essence’ of professional wrestling. Man, if I had a dollar for every time someone came in here preaching like that, I’d be running EAW myself.
--//Scene\\--
He scoffs.
--//Shio Corin\\--
But I get it. You been through some things. Left this place. Found yourself. Came back talking about warrior code, training montages, heart over shortcuts. Sounds noble. Sounds poetic. Sounds like something you read on a dojo wall somewhere. But me? I don’t live in poetry… I live in the fight.
See, you think spirit wins matches. But let me ask you something, Sorn: Where was that fighting spirit when you lost your National Elite Championship match? Where was that ‘essence’ when the bell rang and you were looking up at the lights, still chasing the same dream you been chasing since you walked in?
I'll tell you where it was. It was sitting in the corner, watching reality slap the hell outta you. Same reality that just slapped me when Grace used those ropes. You think this business is clean? Nah. It’s dirty. It’s cutthroat. And believing otherwise? That’s how people like you keep losing.
--//Scene\\--
Quick flashbacks appear on screen… Grace with her feet on the ropes, Shio yelling at the ref post-match, fans in the crowd looking confused and angry.
--//Shio Corin\\--
You? You still believe in the art form. In the honor. In the purity of it all. And I respect that… to a point. But here’s the harsh truth, Sorn. Belief don’t pin shoulders. Spirit don’t twist joints. Honor don’t block a right hook. Reality does.
And I’m the most real one here.
You wanna wrestle with grace and purpose? Cool. I’m gonna drag you into the dirt and make you feel every bit of the grind that comes with trying to stand toe-to-toe with someone like me. Someone hungry. Someone robbed. Someone out for blood.
--//Scene\\--
He leans in.
--//Shio Corin\\--
You gonna walk into that ring thinking it’s a contest. I’m walking in there knowing it’s a statement.
I got screwed last week. Now I’m pissed. Now I’m focused. Now I’m sharper than I’ve ever been. And unlucky for you, Sorn… you’re next on the list.
--//Scene\\--
The camera cuts to footage of Shio’s training: sparring in a small gym, drenched in sweat, hitting a heavy bag until his knuckles bleed. Voiceover continues.
--//Shio Corin (V.O.)\\--
You wanna put on a clinic? I’ll turn the ring into a classroom. But I’m not coming to show off… I’m coming to teach. I’m gonna teach you what it means to stand across from someone who doesn’t just talk about greatness but lives it. I’m gonna teach you that ‘fighting spirit’ don’t mean jack when your shoulders are pinned and your lungs are screaming for air.
I’m not here for hope. I’m here for results.
--//Scene\\--
Back to the folding chair. The camera tighter now. Closer. Shio’s voice more measured.
--//Shio Corin\\--
Look, Sorn… I get it. You’re not a bad guy. You’re not Grace. You’re not out here lying to people’s faces or pretending to be perfect while clawing behind the scenes. You’re genuine. You mean what you say. And part of me? I respect that.
But the other part of me? The part that’s still steaming from that count I should’ve kicked out of… the part that still sees Grace De Luca’s smirk when she slid out the ring like she pulled off a magic trick?
That part don’t give a damn about your honor. That part wants to take everything you believe in and break it down. That part wants to show the world that while you dream… I execute.
--//Scene\\--
He points to the ground.
--//Shio Corin\\--
This ring? This ain’t where dreams come true. It’s where they come to die. And when that bell rings, all that fighting spirit in the world won’t save you. Because I’m coming with fists, elbows, and receipts.
--//Scene\\--
Cut to a shot of Grace De Luca walking up the ramp, feet on the ropes visible in the still frame. Superimposed text: “NEVER FORGET.”
--//Shio Corin (V.O.)\\--
You ever been robbed, Sorn? Truly robbed? Not just beat, not just outclassed… but cheated. You ever felt that fire crawling through your veins after knowing you had ‘em, but the game got rigged at the last second? That’s where I’m at.
And guess what? I’m gonna use that.
--//Scene\\--
Camera back on Shio… now standing, pacing slightly.
--//Shio Corin\\--
Sorn, you stepped into this week with a dream. I’m stepping into it with vengeance. You stepped in hoping to prove something. I stepped in knowing I got something to prove. You think it’s about respect? Nah. It’s about payback.
And that’s bad news for you. Because you ain’t the one that took it from me… but you’re the one standing in my way of getting it back. And that makes you collateral.
And let me say this real clear for the people in the back: I don’t lose two in a row. Not me. Not Shio Corin.
--//Scene\\--
He slaps his chest.
--//Shio Corin\\--
This ain’t just a comeback. This is a correction.
So bring your holds. Bring your counters. Bring your fancy technique. But when you see me charging at you with everything I got, know this… you’re the one who stepped into my storm.
--//Scene fades to black\\--
Text on screen
SHIO CORIN vs. SORN
THIS WEEK
RECEIPTS. GET. DELIVERED.
The camera fades in on a dimly lit room… a simple concrete backdrop behind Shio Corin. No gold chains this time. No throne. No champagne. Just Shio. Sitting on a folding chair, elbows on knees, eyes low but locked on the lens. The energy is different. It’s heavier. Realer.
--//Shio Corin\\--
...She really did that, huh?
Feet on the ropes. Feet. On. The. Ropes. After everything I said. After everything I proved in that ring. That’s how she beat me. That’s what it took. And they still raising her hand like she won something clean. Like she earned it. Like she didn't just steal the W and dip out before anybody could question it.
--//Scene\\--
He rubs his face with both hands. A deep exhale.
--//Shio Corin\\--
See, I been sittin’ with that loss. Letting it marinate. Letting it chew through me. Because I ain’t gonna lie to you—I hate it. I hate the way it happened. I hate the way she walked out with her fake little smile and her perfect little posture, acting like she didn’t just rob me in front of the whole world. But what I hate more than anything... is that now people got the nerve to act like she beat me. Like she really beat me.
But here’s the thing about getting robbed... It don’t make you less than. It don’t make you weak. It don’t mean you didn’t belong. It just means someone else knew they couldn’t beat you straight up… so they had to bend the rules. They had to cheat. Lie. Steal. They had to escape you.
And that’s what Grace De Luca did. She escaped.
--//Scene\\--
Shio finally looks straight into the lens. Calm. Focused. Serious.
--//Shio Corin\\--
She needed the ropes. She needed the illusion. She needed to pretend she was better. Me? I don’t need none of that. I am better. And if I gotta take the long way to prove it again? Fine. That’s what I do. I show up. I work. I wreck whoever’s in front of me. And now, that means you, Sorn.
Yeah, I heard all about you. Quiet dude. Real technical. All about fighting spirit and honor and the ‘true essence’ of professional wrestling. Man, if I had a dollar for every time someone came in here preaching like that, I’d be running EAW myself.
--//Scene\\--
He scoffs.
--//Shio Corin\\--
But I get it. You been through some things. Left this place. Found yourself. Came back talking about warrior code, training montages, heart over shortcuts. Sounds noble. Sounds poetic. Sounds like something you read on a dojo wall somewhere. But me? I don’t live in poetry… I live in the fight.
See, you think spirit wins matches. But let me ask you something, Sorn: Where was that fighting spirit when you lost your National Elite Championship match? Where was that ‘essence’ when the bell rang and you were looking up at the lights, still chasing the same dream you been chasing since you walked in?
I'll tell you where it was. It was sitting in the corner, watching reality slap the hell outta you. Same reality that just slapped me when Grace used those ropes. You think this business is clean? Nah. It’s dirty. It’s cutthroat. And believing otherwise? That’s how people like you keep losing.
--//Scene\\--
Quick flashbacks appear on screen… Grace with her feet on the ropes, Shio yelling at the ref post-match, fans in the crowd looking confused and angry.
--//Shio Corin\\--
You? You still believe in the art form. In the honor. In the purity of it all. And I respect that… to a point. But here’s the harsh truth, Sorn. Belief don’t pin shoulders. Spirit don’t twist joints. Honor don’t block a right hook. Reality does.
And I’m the most real one here.
You wanna wrestle with grace and purpose? Cool. I’m gonna drag you into the dirt and make you feel every bit of the grind that comes with trying to stand toe-to-toe with someone like me. Someone hungry. Someone robbed. Someone out for blood.
--//Scene\\--
He leans in.
--//Shio Corin\\--
You gonna walk into that ring thinking it’s a contest. I’m walking in there knowing it’s a statement.
I got screwed last week. Now I’m pissed. Now I’m focused. Now I’m sharper than I’ve ever been. And unlucky for you, Sorn… you’re next on the list.
--//Scene\\--
The camera cuts to footage of Shio’s training: sparring in a small gym, drenched in sweat, hitting a heavy bag until his knuckles bleed. Voiceover continues.
--//Shio Corin (V.O.)\\--
You wanna put on a clinic? I’ll turn the ring into a classroom. But I’m not coming to show off… I’m coming to teach. I’m gonna teach you what it means to stand across from someone who doesn’t just talk about greatness but lives it. I’m gonna teach you that ‘fighting spirit’ don’t mean jack when your shoulders are pinned and your lungs are screaming for air.
I’m not here for hope. I’m here for results.
--//Scene\\--
Back to the folding chair. The camera tighter now. Closer. Shio’s voice more measured.
--//Shio Corin\\--
Look, Sorn… I get it. You’re not a bad guy. You’re not Grace. You’re not out here lying to people’s faces or pretending to be perfect while clawing behind the scenes. You’re genuine. You mean what you say. And part of me? I respect that.
But the other part of me? The part that’s still steaming from that count I should’ve kicked out of… the part that still sees Grace De Luca’s smirk when she slid out the ring like she pulled off a magic trick?
That part don’t give a damn about your honor. That part wants to take everything you believe in and break it down. That part wants to show the world that while you dream… I execute.
--//Scene\\--
He points to the ground.
--//Shio Corin\\--
This ring? This ain’t where dreams come true. It’s where they come to die. And when that bell rings, all that fighting spirit in the world won’t save you. Because I’m coming with fists, elbows, and receipts.
--//Scene\\--
Cut to a shot of Grace De Luca walking up the ramp, feet on the ropes visible in the still frame. Superimposed text: “NEVER FORGET.”
--//Shio Corin (V.O.)\\--
You ever been robbed, Sorn? Truly robbed? Not just beat, not just outclassed… but cheated. You ever felt that fire crawling through your veins after knowing you had ‘em, but the game got rigged at the last second? That’s where I’m at.
And guess what? I’m gonna use that.
--//Scene\\--
Camera back on Shio… now standing, pacing slightly.
--//Shio Corin\\--
Sorn, you stepped into this week with a dream. I’m stepping into it with vengeance. You stepped in hoping to prove something. I stepped in knowing I got something to prove. You think it’s about respect? Nah. It’s about payback.
And that’s bad news for you. Because you ain’t the one that took it from me… but you’re the one standing in my way of getting it back. And that makes you collateral.
And let me say this real clear for the people in the back: I don’t lose two in a row. Not me. Not Shio Corin.
--//Scene\\--
He slaps his chest.
--//Shio Corin\\--
This ain’t just a comeback. This is a correction.
So bring your holds. Bring your counters. Bring your fancy technique. But when you see me charging at you with everything I got, know this… you’re the one who stepped into my storm.
--//Scene fades to black\\--
Text on screen
SHIO CORIN vs. SORN
THIS WEEK
RECEIPTS. GET. DELIVERED.
