Ethan Cross vs. Diamond Steele

[Kemal Yilmaz]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Thursday, January 22, 2026 (NOTE THE DATE – EXTRA DAY)

[ethancross]

(Ethan Cross stands in his garage, wearing a #90 T.J. Watt Pittsburgh Steelers jersey. He runs both hands over his shaved head, exhaling slowly.)

“So… that happened.”

(A faint, humorless smirk.)

“Fatal Fortunes was more fatal than fortunate for me. In the year I spent in Steel City Wrestling, I was never in a tag match — and I learned real fast why. Random draws don’t care about chemistry. They don’t care about preparation. And they sure as hell don’t care about reliability.”

(He grabs a sports bottle, takes a long drink, then sets it down.)

“I flew to London, Ontario for Night Two… and flew right back home without a fight. Empty trip. Empty night. That’s the nature of the beast, they say.”

(He pulls the jersey over his head and tosses it aside. The ENDURE tattoo is fully visible.)

“So now we’re headed to Trenton, New Jersey. Close to home. And across the ring from me is Diamond Steele.”

(A pause. Calm. Deliberate.)

“I know who you are. Music. Spotlight. A reputation built long before this match was ever announced. And maybe that’s enough for some people.”

(Ethan turns slightly and drives a closed fist into the drywall. The crack echoes. He doesn’t acknowledge it.)

“But understand this — I’m not here to be background noise. I’m not here to fill space. And I’m not here to be overlooked.”

(He steps closer to the camera.)

“I will work the match. I will show up. And when that bell rings, there won’t be any randomness left to hide behind. No excuses. No perception. Just what happens when preparation meets endurance.”

(His voice lowers.)

“Diamond Steele… you’re going to be weighed. You’re going to be measured. And you’re going to be found wanting.”

(Beat.)

“The Last Measure is done waiting.”