Title: Time for a Return
Featuring: Thug roC
Date: 7-11-2012
Location: Washington, DC

We open outside a single family home on a nice summer day. The house sits quietly as the camera slowly zooms in on it. Grass is just long enough to sway as the wind blows. The Honda Civic has obviously just been washed and waxed as it brightly displays its red color. We continue zooming in to see the flower garden which has been maintained inch by inch and the red bicycle that lays in on the sidewalk. Must be a nice…

“I hate you! I HATE YOU!” The camera quickly switches inside where a teenager is seen storming up the stairs as only teenagers do.

It was Clare Rocker, the 19-year-old daughter of former PRIME wrestler Thug roC. A loud bang is heard next, presumably from the door that Clare just slammed. At the bottom of the stairs is Shannon, the wife. She’s so furious that she can’t find the words to scream up the stairs in reply. Flustered by her daughter, she too storms off but in the direction of the garage.

The garage door swings open and thuds as it hits the wall behind it. It reveals the former PRIME Alias Champion doing push-ups as his son, Mike, counts.

“Seven…eight…and a half…” Mike counts with one eye on his dad and the other in a ESPN magazine.

Thug roC looks up to see that his wife had been watching, “You meant ninety-seven right Mike?” he laughs.

“Yeah…whatever.”

Shannon is not amused one bit. With her hands firmly placed on her hips she rhetorically asks, “Do you know your daughter is planning?”

“Why is she always MY daughter when she’s in trouble? So she’s your sweet little girl when she gets her first paycheck, but my daughter when she wants to spend a week in Cancun with her boyfri…”

“YOU KNEW ABOUT THAT!” Shannon exclaims.

Mike realizes the awkward situation he’s in. He slowly tippy-toes backwards until he hits his back is against the garage door.

“Don’t go anywhere boy! You’re in trouble too! I know about the dent in the car,” Shannon reveals.

Mike goes into a panic. Looking for a way out of trouble…”Dad is going back to PRIME!”

“WHAT!?”

“You fuckin snitch…” Thug roC mumbles under his breath. “I swear I was going to tell you soon.”

Mike Rock inches towards the garage sidedoor…

“Mike you owe me a thousand for the dent,” Shannon screams. Mike sighs and exits the garage. “What are you doing re-joining PRIME? What are they going to do with an old wrestler like you?”

Thug roC falls silent at the harsh words from his wife. He slowly moves off of his seated position from the ground and occupies the seat his son had just vacated. His head down and shoulder slumped over, “I’m the best cruiserweight that company has ever seen.”

“And you’re far and away from days of being a ‘cruiserweight’ and you know it,” Shannon replies using air quotes to mock her husband. “Maybe you should rethink this…”

Shannon was ready to continue the speech but realized that maybe she had gone too far. She calmly turns around and re-enters the house. Simultaneously, Mike returns through the side door.

“How much of that did you hear?” Thug roC asks, but gets nothing but silence from his son. The non-reply confirms that his son heard it all.

“Pops I’ve seen you in the ring dozens upon hundreds of times. You’ve been with this company every step of the way until you retire. Whether it was called Just Electrifying Wrestling, or $oldOut Wrestling, or even the early days of PRIME. You deserve to be able to enter that ring whenever you’d like.” Mike reaffirms his dad.

This time it’s Thug roC that doesn’t reply. He slowly gets up from the chair and paces around a bit before Mike makes a quiet exit.

Thug roC approaches the mirror hanging on wall that’s placed between a stack of free weights on the left, and a wall full of wrestling pictures on the right. The frames capture his glory days from capturing the J.e.W. Cruiserweight Championship to the PRIME Alias Championship shortly before the end of his career.

Under the picture of his Alias Title Win was the title itself, mounted directly below the frame. PRIME was allowing all of the Alias champions to rename the title as they liked, and Thug roC called his the roC-TV Title.

“roC-TV…” he mumbled to himself as he unmounted the title. “Those were the days…”

Thug roC looks down at the front of the title as he held it to face up towards him. The gold belt was made to have the name in big bold letters so that you could easily read it from 20 feet away. The white leather strap was to resemble that of his favorite wrestlers’ belts growing up. He places the title over his shoulder and stares into the mirror.

“She must’ve forgotten,” he says to himself referring to Shannon. “Must’ve forgotten that there was a significant amount of time where I was the best cruiserweight in the business! And not only that, I was humiliating the poor bums Sebs put in front of me before squash matches were cool. I conquered every obstacle put in my way, every challenge, every wannabe. All went down in front of a live roC-TV Audience!”

Thug roC’s adrenaline hits a high that it hasn’t hit in a long time. Seven years to be exact.

“It’s finally….FINALLY time for roC-TV to be on the air one last time…”
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