Post by josiahhoward on Sept 5, 2021 23:25:03 GMT -5
Most people who enter the wrestling business want to be the greatest.
These words are heard over the top of a black screen, as the scene opens inside of a darkened room. Who is speaking? Well, that is unknown right now.
Some want the world to know their name.
The voice sounds as if it is an announcer or narrator speaking, but the scene remains pitch black.
Others want to step out and feel the thrill of the fans chanting their name. The spotlight shining on them and them alone.
It is then that a light starts to slowly turn on, revealing a man sitting on a steel chair in the middle of a concrete room. A determined focus within his eyes.
Yet that isn't why I am here. It is not what O desire.
The man simply glances up. A fire hidden within his eyes.
So, what do I want? Why have I decided to enter wrestling? The answer to that is simple...
Pause, as dramatic, intense music begins to play over the top of this setting, followed by brief flashes of a man hitting a Electric Chair Driver dropped into a German suplex. Supposedly the man who has been talking throughout this entire promotional piece.
I want to be known as wrestling's superman.
The man's face remains intense, as the scene returns to him, leaning forward in the chair.
Soon enough, I will become just that.
With those words, the scene fades. The statement having been issued.