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BICYCLE (RING KING EPILOGUE)

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Cayle Murray summarises his Ring King experience in this WrestleUTA.com exclusive Webisode.

Somewhere backstage immediately after Ring King, Cayle Murray is slotting quarters into a vending machine. Half of the roster have already left for the evening, and the fast-rising Scot is enjoying a precious few moments of quiet solitude in the Key Arena.

Murray: Remember when you first fell-off your bike as a kid?

Cayle’s thumb hovers over the machine’s number-pad before he eventually makes his choice. Tonight he’s dressed casually in a grey hoodie, slim-cut black jeans and some cocaine white Nike Air Forces.

Murray: There were tears, right? Maybe a scuffed knee or a split lip. I bet it felt like your whole world was collapsing in on your six year old self as you sat there in gravel, dirt and disappointing, wondering “how could hell be any worse?”

A bottle eventually tumbles through the machine’s mechanism and Cayle kneels down to retrieve it. There’s a graze on his cheek and a small cut above his eyebrow, but his other war wounds are invisible.

Murray: I remember it well. Dad had gotten me this shiny little two-wheel for my birthday, and I felt like David Hasselhoff in Knight Rider, man. I was the proudest kid on the block, I was walking on sunshine, and I couldn’t wait to show it off to all my friends.

He pops open the bottled water, takes a cool, refreshing gulp, then starts making his way along the corridor, talking as he walks.

Murray: I snuck it out of the garden shed the day after Dad had taken the stabilisers off, even though he told me not to. I wasn’t ready – I could barely go ten yards without wobbling over – but I just had to get out there, so I rolled over to the park across the street. What happened on the way? Someone called my name, I lost my focus, and splat went my young self, straight into a lamppost…

A smile slowly creeps across his features.

Murray: As cruel as school kids, my own friends laughed in my face as I got up off the ground, bawling my eyes out. That was the day I learned that when you get knocked down, getting up isn’t enough on its own. Getting up is the minimum that life expects of you, and nobody’s gonna congratulate or reward you for it.

Cayle takes another sip of water as he rounds a corner.

Murray: You wipe away the tears and pick your bike-up, then go home and bandage your knee, but if you don’t learn from the mistake, you’re doomed to repeat it.

Though his voice sounds tired and croaky, Cayle shows no visible signs of disappointment. He walks with a slight hobble, but that’s it.

Murray: Tonight wasn’t my night, but that’s okay. I don’t expect to be an overnight success: it’s gonna take a long journey down a bumpy road to bring this show back to the people, and I’m gonna fall off my bicycle plenty more times along the way. It’s up to me to think about what happened, learn from it, and do whatever I can to ensure it doesn’t happen again.

Cayle rounds a corner, nearly bumping into an overly-apologetic technician as he goes. He maintains his stride.

Murray: Congratulations to Eric Dane, John Sektor, Crimson Lord, Sanctus, Bobby Dean, Bronson Box and even Colton Thorpe. It takes a serious set of bollocks to even step inside a structure like that in the first place, and each of you lads have proven you belong in the UTA’s upper echelon. I don’t agree with most of your methods, gents, but you have my respect. I salute you, and thank you for the lessons I’ve learned tonight.

He stops walking completely.

Murray: Defeat is humbling. It keeps your feet on the ground and teaches you things that victory cannot. I had the opportunity to build my own brand and shape the very future of the company, and I couldn’t take it. I lost. But friends, the mission is far from over, the journey’s just beginning…

He smiles.

Murray: I thank each and every one of you for your support. Stepping-out in front of 17,500 cheering fans blew me away tonight, and I will do my best to repay you by pouring everything I have into this company. Revolutions of this scale don’t succeed overnight, friends, but they don’t crumble at the first sign of adversity either.

After taking another long, soothing sip of water, Cayle continues on his way, coming into the locker-room area. Most UTA grapplers have already left or are preparing to leave, so there’s not much going on.

Murray: I don’t have a crystal ball; I can’t tell you what the future holds. Seems I’ve still got a little Colton Thorpe problem to take care of, and who knows where this draft’s gonna take me? All I can do is learn from every mistake I make, build on the positives, and keep pushing forward.

Cayle pauses.

Murray: The future’s looking good, lads and lasses. See you there.

Cut.


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