Rise to Greatness 2025
{{ July 2022 }}
It was a few days, maybe a week, before Spencer talked himself into making the phone call to Simon Lyman, his father, that he knew he had to make. His mother’s journal made that inescapable. Spencer had been raised to speak and respect the truth, whether you like it or not. Spencer hated being wrong, he hated that his mother felt like she had to do what she did…. But there was a part of him that glad, too. All the animosity, the anger… it had been in vain and it felt freeing to not have that hanging over his life anymore. His father wasn’t a deadbeat, after all. Maybe, just maybe… he’s a good man after all.
Deciding it was time to man up and do the thing, Spencer makes the call.
“Hello…”
“Hey Simon… is this a good time?”
“It can be. Is something wrong?”
“Why would you think that?”
“You usually text first.”
“Right. No, nothing’s wrong. I just… I got something to talk to you about that a text can’t handle.”
“Sounds serious. Let me get to my office.” Spencer hears faint rustling sounds, then a door clicking shut. “Alright, I’m sitting in my office. What’s on your mind?”
“Uh… it’s about my mom.”
“Oh… that is serious. What about her?”
“You were right, and I was wrong, and I was an asshole.”
“I’m gonna need a little more context…”
Spencer scoffs to himself, he’d planned what to say and this wasn’t it.
“Sorry… it’s just… messing with my head. I found her journal. From when she was pregnant.”
Spencer hears Simon inhale sharply. “I see… and did you read it?”
“Of course I did! She wrote about… not telling you anything, so you’d still go to wrestling school.”
A few moments of silence pass. Maybe Simon was expecting Spencer to continue, but Spencer was waiting for a reaction.
“She knew I wouldn’t have left,” Simon says quietly.
“Yeah. It’s on more than one page, like she kept trying to convince herself she was doing right. The last page is about a month before I was born.”
“Unbelievable…”
“So… yeah. I was an asshole. The entire reason I went to BlackOut in the first place was because you were there, and I wanted to blow it all up for you. Just ended up making myself look like a fool and for what? To be wrong? To find out she lied my whole life?”
“Spencer…”
“Probably doesn’t mean much but all I got for you is I’m sorry.”
“That…. means more than you know. But listen to me, okay? It wasn’t your fault. How were you supposed to know any better? You trusted your mother’s word. I can’t fault you for that, and I’ll stand up to anyone who would.”
“Are you serious? I expected at least a little heat.”
“The only heat I ever had with you was your short temper and attitude towards me, but it all makes sense now. So it’s forgiven.”
Spencer can’t stop himself from a dry laugh. “They’re right, you know. The public. You really are too good to be true.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I know… that’s what makes it more true.”
“I’m just using common sense. It’s unfair to blame someone for something that’s not their fault.”
“Yeah…. Yeah, it is. That’s kinda what I’m saying here. It’s not your fault you weren’t there.”
“Sounds like neither of us is at fault for anything. I’d say that puts us on even ground. What do you think?”
“Yeah, I’d say so. Maybe we should talk more.”
“I’d really like that. Perhaps meet up?”
“I…” Spencer can’t find the words for the pit that just formed in his gut.
“Too soon?”
“Yeah… I mean, I’m still wrapping my head around this, you know? It wasn’t that long ago I shoved you into a wall.”
“Understood. One step at a time.”
“Best way to move forward, right?”
“Exactly right.”
“Thanks. For hearing me out.”
“Anytime, son. Oh… I’m sorry…”
For the first time, Spencer hadn’t cringed at the term. “Nah, it’s alright.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. Before I let you get back to the academy, I got one more question.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you prefer Dad or Pops?”
Simon laughs.
“As long as it’s not Old Man, we’re good.”
Spencer laughs, his own word play with that insult always amused him.
“Deal.”
After ending the call, Spencer felt a swell of confidence that made him scroll to Marie’s name and press ‘call’ before he stopped himself. Might as well make all the amends at the same time, right?
“Spencer??”
“Yeah… hey.”
“Um….. hi…” Marie sounds very hesitant to remain on the line.
“I’m sure you didn’t expect to hear from me, so sorry if it’s weird.”
“It’s a little weird, but I’m curious.”
“I’d be lying if I said I was calling just to see how you’re doing, but I would like to know. How you are, I mean.”
“As good as can be expected, I guess. I went up to visit Mom and the family. Just got back to New Orleans a few days ago.”
“I’m sure she was happy to see you.”
“She wasn’t happy I was upset, but otherwise yeah.”
Ouch. She was upset because of him, and she made sure to point it out.
“I’m sorry to be the cause of that.”
“I know you are. So… what did you call for, if it wasn’t just checking up on me?”
“Well, I found out some stuff about my mom and father, and since you were pretty much the only person on my side a few months ago, I wanted to tell you about it. If you want to hear it.”
“I’d like to, actually.”
Spencer heard sincerity in her voice, so he explains. Finding the journal, what it means, and how he’d just talked to Simon.
“Wow. That’s… a lot. You seem happy about it though.”
“Yeah, it’s really fucking with my head, being glad about my mom lying to me.”
“If it were me, I’d focus on the positive about all of this, and not that part.”
“I’m trying to.”
“It does sound like you and him are starting to get more on the same page. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks.”
Marie then takes a deep breath. “Spencer… listen. I’m really glad that you thought of me to share this with me, and I hope it continues to go well for you. But… I need you to please not call me anymore. I’m still in a bad place and—"
“What? I was just about to ask you if I could come down there and see you.”
“I don’t—”
“I fucked up, I know that and I’m sorry. I was hoping maybe we could start over?”
Spencer hears a few breaths, as if Marie was starting to speak, but stopped a few times.
“I don’t know…”
“I know I’m asking a lot. I just want to try to make it up to you.”
“I’m gonna have to think about that.”
“That’s fair. Okay.” It’s not a no, so he has at least a chance.
“Just please give me the space to do so. Don’t call me, I’ll be in touch. Okay?”
“Sure. Yeah, okay.”
“Thank you.”
“Nah. Thank you.”
Spencer ends the call before Marie can ask for what. He sits back and sighs deeply. This apologizing shit was draining. He just hopes his mother would be proud.
* * * * * * * * * *
{{ December 2022 }}
A few months went by as Spencer busied himself with work, as a trainer at a local gym. Amy Chastaine’s husband, Wyatt, had been nice enough to give him a good reference, which helped him secure the position. Spencer had been good with the money he made in SCW and put most of it away, so he was doing well with the gym salary on top. He’d he lying if he said he didn’t miss the much larger income from wrestling. He often thought about trying to make a return, but thought maybe now was too soon. It hadn’t even been a year since he was released, people hadn’t yet forgotten what happened. So, Spencer tucked that thought away and just made sure to be the hardest worker in the gym, keeping himself in shape as well as helping others do the same.
During the last few months Spencer had kept in touch with Simon, mostly through texting. There had been a few phone calls, and with each one both men seemed to be more and more comfortable with the facts surrounding their relationship.
So, when Simon called about a week before Christmas, Spencer didn’t feel anxious or anything about answering, which was a first.
“Hey there Pops.”
Simon laughs. “I see you’ve finally decided which term you prefer.”
“Yeah, I don’t know why. Sounds right.”
“Fine with me. Are you busy right now?”
“Not at all, just got in from work. What’s up?”
“Just thought I’d check in with you, see what your holiday plans are.”
“Gotcha. I’m going over to Caleb’s place, he and his girl are having her family over, and a few of his friends who don’t have family nearby.”
“Sounds like a good gathering.”
“Yeah, his crew are good people. What’re y’all doing?”
“Oh, the usual. Nadine, Kayla, and I will be at Amy’s big dinner. I’d love to have Angelina over but her mother has other plans.”
Spencer shakes his head at himself. “I keep forgetting I got a little sister I haven’t met yet.”
“You will. Maybe sometime soon?”
“Yeah. Maybe so.” Spencer surprised himself with the reply. He knew Simon wanted to get together for a while, but Spencer had resisted. Why, he couldn’t say.
“Really?” Simon sounds just as surprised.”
“Yeah. Been thinking about it, and figure its about time. I was gonna bring it up after Christmas.” Spencer is relieved that Simon asking about it now made it easier.
“I’m glad you’ve come around to it. Can I make a suggestion as to when?”
“Shoot.”
“After the holidays, certainly. Since we both already have plans. And if you wait until after the new year, travel will be less hectic.”
“You’ve thought about this, sounds like.”
“Indeed I have.”
“I know I been putting it off, I just needed to get my head straight.”
“I understand, I do. I’m also an eternal optimist. So, I plan. January looks to be rather busy at the academy, so does sometime in February work for you?”
“Yeah… that should be fine. I’ll have time to get some days off approved.” Spencer pauses a moment, and when Simon doesn’t speak, almost as if he knew Spencer had something on his mind, he continues. “Do you want to know why I decided now?”
“I would like to know, yes.”
“Well… I was looking over Mom’s papers again. The letters and her journal. And I thought… it’s probably time to show them to you.”
“Oh… wow. I’d appreciate that very much.”
“Thought so. I’ll bring everything.”
“I wish I still had her letters to me to show you. They were lost years ago in one of my moves.”
“Damn. That sucks, sorry to hear it.”
“No matter. The best thing she gave me still exists.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“I’m talking to him.”
“What do you—Oh.” Spencer laughs a little sheepishly. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do.” When Spencer doesn’t reply (because what could he say to that?), Simon continues.
“So, February then?”
“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll check with my boss, see when that month he can give me like a week.”
“I’ll look forward to hearing those dates.”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”
After the call, Spencer sits back on his couch, the box of his mother’s papers still on the coffee table where he’d had it for months. He stares at the box, resisting the urge to flip through the journal once more. Instead, he gets up and grabs a beer from the fridge. The truth is, he doesn’t yet feel ready to face Simon – his father – in person, after the way he’d treated him the entire time he’d known him in New Orleans. But he knew if he didn’t do it soon, it would look like he never wanted to, and that wasn’t the case. He just had to get over himself. And his mother taught him that the best way to get over something, is to get through it. So… off to New Orleans again Spencer will go. Hopefully the time between now and February would be enough to prepare for that first face to face conversation.
{{ February 2023 }}
Spencer’s boss had blocked off the third week of February to give him the week off he asked for. The earlier dates had already been taken by other coworkers. Spencer didn’t mind, the timing wasn’t important, only the ability to go at all was. He had texted Simon the information as soon as he had it, and Simon replied he would make that work, and to let him know his flight details.
Spencer has just booked the flight to New Orleans, and calls Simon to give him the information. No answer. No worries, Spencer thinks. He’s probably just busy. BlackOut was doing well, as well as the alcoholics recovery program Simon ran at Amy’s women’s shelter. There was never any telling where Simon would be working on any given day. Instead, Spencer sends a text.
[“Hey Pops. Flight into NOLA Feb 19 Sunday. Land @ 12:35PM. Am I getting a cab or is someone meeting me?”]
When Simon didn’t reply right away, Spencer thought nothing of it. He went about his day without a worry, knowing his father would get back to him when he could.
Later in the evening, just before Spencer was going to have dinner delivered, his phone buzzes, and Simon’s name flashes on the screen.
[“I don’t think I can make it.”]
What? Spencer frowns. That doesn’t make sense. Spencer is flying to him.
[“What do you mean? I’m coming there. Did something happen and it’s a bad time?”]
[“I just can’t. Can’t explain now. Leave it.”]
Spencer stares at his phone, trying to comprehend. Simon had never spoken to or texted him in that tone before, not since he was at BlackOut and they argued. What the hell was going on? Deciding he can’t ‘leave it,’ Spencer calls. It rings a long time before going to voicemail. Instead of leaving a message, Spencer just redials. One ring later, voicemail. What the fuck? Had Simon changed his mind? Or was he never planning to go through with this meeting at all? He was the one who had pushed for it, so backing out now seems very fucking strange. But what other explanation could there be? Now angry, Spencer types out exactly what’s on his mind.
[“If you didn’t want to meet up with me, you could have just said that instead of dragging me along for months and making me think you did. Pretty Fd up to back out now after I agreed and booked tickets.”]
[“Sorry.”]
Spencer tries calling once more, determined to get some kind of explanation – but the call clicks directly to voicemail.
“Huh…. He fuckin blocked me….” Tossing his phone down, Spencer shakes his head to himself. What else was he supposed to do? He rubs his face as if trying to rub the anger and hurt away.
“Oh well. I tried. Fuck him.”
Spencer then gets back online and cancels the flight. If Simon wouldn’t even talk to him, he certainly wouldn’t want to see him. No reason to fly there just to be rejected in person. Maybe one day he’d find out what changed, but for now? Spencer told himself to put it out of his mind. He’d lived his whole life without his father, he can live the rest of it without him, too.
~~~~ {{ Nearly Two Years Later }} ~~~~
{{ November 28, 2024 }}
It’s night time, Spencer has just finished eating dinner. He rinses his dishes and puts them into the dishwasher. Now that it’s full, he loads a soap pod, closes the door, and presses Start. As Spencer goes back to the living room, he hears his phone ringing. He puts a little hop into his step to get to it before it goes to voicemail. It’s his brother.
“Cal my man. What’s up?”
“Hey bruh are you watching Breakdown?”
“Fuck no. You know I don’t pay attention to that shit anymore.”
“Dude you went there earlier this year.”
“Yeah, and that’s why I don’t bother. Or you don’t remember what happened?”
“I remember. Your pops took a swing. But that’s why you need to see this right now!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just put it on man! There’s two of ‘em!”
Spencer grabs the remote and turns the TV to the channel SCW Breakdown airs on.
“Two of what?” Spencer’s question was answered immediately as he focused on the show. Gavin Taylor is walking away from Jaina Lancaster.
“What am I looking at?”
“Dammit, it’s over… rewind it.”
“Caleb—”
“Rewind it! To the start of Taylor talking.”
Sighing, Spencer does as asked, and watches.
Jaina: “Look, you know what’s happening. You’ve threatened to reveal it. Two Simon’s. This is a bit weird and-“
Gavin: “There’s not two Simons…there’s Simon…and the man who has been pretending to be Simon for over a year…his twin brother. And-“
Jaina: “So…wait…wasn’t one with you-“
Gavin: “One was…And as you saw last week, someone realized their ruse is getting discovered. Turns out…it’s hard to trust. And tonight, I’m here. I’m letting both of them figure it out tonight. I’m here for Simon. The real Simon…and --"
Fucking WHAT??
“Caleb… when did this—”
“The other guy showed up at Under Attack. I din say nothin cause I thought it was gonna be someone dressed up to look like him, mind games, y’know what I’m sayin’? But uh-uh!”
“All this time… it wasn’t him?!”
“Sounds like it. And like Taylor found out!”
Spencer sinks down into his couch, still staring at the TV even though it’s paused where he stopped the replay, Gavin Taylor’s mouth open in the middle of a word.
“Cal, I gotta go. I—”
“Wait, are you okay? You want me to come over there?”
“No, no. I’m good, man. I’m good. I just… uh, I needa make a call. Yeah. Call.”
Spencer’s halted speech draws concern from Caleb.
“Nah, fuck that. I’m comin.”
“Do what you want. I gotta go.”
Spencer ends the call with his brother, and taps a few times on his phone, pulling up the number to the only person who could possibly explain what the fuck was going on.
Amy Chastaine.
Despite Breakdown still being on air, Spencer presses Call. He isn’t sure if Amy is an active wrestler or not right now, but that didn’t even cross his mind. Luckily for him, she is not, and is at home watching the same show when the call goes through.
“Spencer.”
“Amy… you sound like you expected me.”
“I guess I did. Watching Breakdown, I assume?”
“I wasn’t. My brother called and had me put it on. Please tell me what the fuck is going on!”
Amy sighs, hard. “Okay. First, I feel like I owe you an apology. I should have called you before. I wanted to. He asked me not to. But—”
“He? Simon?”
“Yeah. I assume you just saw Gavin talking to Jaina?”
“Yeah. What the fuck does he mean a twin pretending to be Simon? Locked up? Amy—”
“Okay, okay. Take a breath. I’ll explain.”
Spencer forces himself to calm down, slowing his breaths. “Alright. I’m listening.”
“The short story is, exactly what Gavin said. Simon, the real one, has been kept locked up since… I don’t remember, February or March last year. The man who returned to the ring, who has been making everyone’s lives hell, who you confronted this summer… is his twin brother. Ryan.” Amy says the name with a tone of heavy disgust. Wait…
“Hold up… so all that mess with you….” Amy had told Spencer a while back about the ‘affair’ she’d had with Simon, that he’d lied to get her to agree to, that led to her nearly losing her husband and in rehab.
“Wasn’t Simon. No.”
Spencer gasps, taking a second or two to let the implications of that fully sink in.
“Jesus fucking Christ! That’s…. Goddamn disgusting!”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“I’m sure I don’t. Fuck… you gotta be way more pissed than I am.”
Amy laughs, but it sounds cold. “Maybe. I think I’m past that point, to whatever is beyond it.”
“I’m just mindblown here… no fucking wonder he stopped talking to me… he couldn't...”
“Like I said, I wanted to call you as soon as he reached out to me, but he pleaded with me not to. He wanted to do it himself. There’s just been so much going on. Things to untangle with SCW, BOA, legally… everything is just a mess.”
“I can’t even imagine. Is there any way I can help?”
“I can’t answer that. I’ll tell him you called. I’m sure he’ll contact you.”
“Actually, don’t. I’ll do one better and just come down there. It’s long past time for that.” Other than the brief time he’d spent there around Rise to Greatness, Spencer hadn’t been in New Orleans since getting fired from SCW in 2022. He'd even seen Marie, who agreed to meet with him and catch up... but that's a story for another time.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“I don’t know. And I don’t care. Tell him I’m coming. As soon as I can get a flight out.” Spencer’s tone left no room for Amy to debate, which is rare for her.
“But-- I… okay. I’ll tell him. Let me know when you arrive.”
“I can do that. See you soon.”
Shortly after Breakdown was off the air and after Caleb arrived, Spencer books a flight to New Orleans for the next day, leaving at 2PM. It’s not a long flight, but it might be the biggest leap of faith Spencer has ever taken.
ON CAMERA
With how long I’ve been associated with SCW now, four years… can you believe this is actually my first Rise to Greatness? I know, it’s insane, right? But, back in the day when I was the United States Champion around the time of year people start thinking about this show… I acted the ass and got myself fired. Look, all I’m gonna say is, I thought I had a good reason at the time. Turns out I was wrong…. Couldn’t have been more wrong if I tried.
Lemme stop right here for a minute and talk about that. Since I got back here, I haven’t really said much on camera about all that. I’ve simply told you what I came back to do, and that’s reclaim the championship I wasn’t beat to lose. But it’s not really just about getting the strap back, even if that is a valid and lofty goal in itself. Iit’s more than that. It’s about redeeming myself. Look, I know me. I was an angry young man at that time, I had exposed what I thought was a deadbeat father for his dastardly deed of walking out on a pregnant lady and their child – me.
Well, given that when I came back here the first thing I did was zero in on my father’s brother, instead of him, ought to tell you there’s been some communication there, and the last few weeks has shown you that he and I are on the same page. I’m sure that’s been getting a lot of the SCW Universe to scratching their heads, but the explanation is real easy. I already told you. I was wrong.
After SCW put me out on my ass, I went home to Beaumont. Slept on my brother’s couch for a while, stewed in my own vitriol, blamed Simon for all of it. Eventually though, that roaring fire tamed down to a small flame, and I was able to think straighter, and see clearer. I started to wonder… what if? What if… Simon was telling the truth, that he never knew about me at all, and my mother had told me stories all my life? I started digging deeper into my mother’s effects. The letters I found that originally led me to finding Simon in the first place. But then, I found something me and my brother had overlooked. It was easy to be overlooked; it was well hidden. My mother’s journal from that time in her life. And her own words were the proof… she never told him she was pregnant.
Imagine how goddamn foolish I felt, right?
So if any of you wondered why I came here last year, right before this very show, to confront the man the world believed was Simon Lyman… that ought to give you a little insight. I had got my head out of my own ass just long enough to watch him bury his head up into his. Of course now we know the truth… that man wasn’t Simon, my father, at all. He was Ryan, the evil twin that horror movies are made about, except this is real life.
So, now we’re up to date and hopefully you understand how good ol’ Dad and I are on the same page, and what I mean about redeeming myself. Yes, becoming United States Champion again would be great, feel great… but it’s not just about the fact it was stripped from me, it’s the why. I made a mistake, and I feel I need to correct it.
Sure, it can be argued that I had no reason to believe otherwise, why wouldn’t I have taken my mother’s word to me over someone who was essentially a stranger? Anyone would, right? But that doesn’t change the fact that wrong is wrong. And it’s far past time that I do what I can to set things right.
What do I mean by that?
Well, while I was hiding in Beaumont festering, I read the dirt sheets, social media. I didn’t exactly endear myself to the general public. I was already getting slammed after I threw who I am into Simon’s face, and then to go out the way I did? Nah… that may be who I was at the time, but I want—no, I need to show y’all that that’s not who I am now.
All of that is to say why I decided to leave Ryan alone… other than dispensing of his ratchet ass out of the Flame… and let other people deal with him. Simon himself, Amy, Gavin… I was done wrong by the man but not nearly as much as the people who’ve actually known Simon. Ryan is their fight.
My fight is against my reputation.
Back in the glory days of wrestling, the 70s, 80s, it was said that wrestling fans have short memories. If you’re not in front of them week in and week out, it doesn’t take long for you to be forgotten. Those were different times though. Wrestling fans these days have long term memories. They don’t forget shit. Just ask so many of the others on this roster who still deal with comments about things they did or said years, even decades ago. Looking at it that way, three years ain’t that long, and I know damn well I wasn’t forgotten. Just go back to the Flame and listen to that crowd when I stepped out onto that stage. The roar of surprise, and then the hesitation, the murmur. What was I gonna do? Who was I going after? Am I still the same asshole?
All I’ll say more on the subject is this, then you can decide for yourselves. Finding out you’ve been wrong your whole life about something as fundamental as what kind of person your father is does a lot to humble a man. I’ve done what I can to rectify that to my father. Now, I’m doing what I can to do the same with all of you.
Scaffold Scramble. That’s where I’m gonna find myself Sunday night. Can’t say I’ve ever been in a match anything close to that kind of environment. Some of you I’ll be meeting there have been. One in particular is the man I can’t seem to stop talking about, Simon Lyman.
Listen, Pops…. You know I’m gonna give it to you straight and hold nothing back. That’s the deal we made a while back and I’m gonna hold up my end. This kind of match? Is something that you have zero business being anywhere near. I was gonna throw my name out there to enter this thing anyway, but you beat me to it. Not only is it a bad idea for you to even consider doing something this dangerous, but…. It was already stated to be a contest for a shot at the US Championship. The one thing you knew I had my eyes on coming back here. Look, I get it, you wanted an opportunity and the World Championship match is stack to the rafters as it is, so you heard about this and jumped on it. To prove that you can still go, to not let everything Ryan did define the back end of your career… I get that.
But here’s the thing… the entirety of your career speaks for itself, man! You have nothing to prove to no one. You could retire – again – tomorrow, and no one would think any less of you for it. You’d be applauded for coming back for real at all, after what you’ve been through. You don’t need to do this.
I need to do this!
I know your intention wasn’t to try to take anything away from me, I think you just got ahead of yourself and didn’t realize what you were doing til the thing was done. But the fact remains that me, you, and six others are gonna be fighting for the same thing. CHBK might think I jumped it to keep an eye on you, watch your back… and okay, to some extent I am. I won’t let anyone end your career if I can help it. But I can say the same about anyone in there. I don’t want to see anyone go out on their back like that. What I need you to understand… what I need everyone to understand… is that once that bell rings, you’re not my father. You’re just another guy in the ring trying to get in the way of my shot to get what I came back here for. I have a lot more to prove than you do, ‘Old Man.’ You’re near the end of your career and I’m just at the beginning of restarting mine.
I don’t want the rest of you to think I’ve forgotten about you. Polly, David, Sal, Derek, Billy, and Gavin…. How can I? All of you want the same thing I want. I hope you’ve been listening too. You all have your own reasons for wanting this chance. Rise up the ranks, get noticed, make up some lost ground, whatever it is… but I don’t have just reasons. I am a man on a mission coming into this thing, and you’re gonna have to go pretty fucking hard to find a way to stop me. I know I can’t win by making you tap… but I can put you to sleep long enough to let me climb up there and take it all.
The United States Championship has had a lot of uncertainty around it for some time now. When, not if… I get my shot? I am certain I’ll put it on solid ground. To get there though… I gotta get through a match that I’ll have to leave solid ground in order to get my shot at greatness. Climbing up and fighting all over a scaffold has a high chance of ending in epic disaster for one, or some, of you.
For me though… my first Rise to Greatness can only end in epic victory.