Hey, a promo! (Collision Course)
Aug 11, 2021 20:18:39 GMT -5
Curtis D. Kanyon, Hyperion, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2021 20:18:39 GMT -5
“You know, I had expected something like this for my first match in Next Level Wrestling. I expected a match with a few people involved, a lot of us newcomers are here now, but a trios match…”
The voice of Chris Sanderson was heard as he sat outside near the pool of his Miami home.
“I suppose it’s a way to make an impact. But when I think of a trios match, I think of arm drags, headscissors takedowns and lucha tag rules. This one…?”
A quick shake of his head followed. His tone was mellow and relaxed. Chris had no quarrel with anyone in the match.
“Quite a mesh of personalities on both sides, isn’t it? I’ve spent time thinking about this one, how to approach it in the ring because, let’s face it, no one person in this match at the Avron B Fogelman Arena is exactly the same.”
Chris hid a smile thinking about it.
“All six of us in the match have a common goal, I believe, and that’s to get the win for our team. That first step, that right first step here in Next Level Wrestling. Coming away with that all important first win.
And yet, if that doesn’t happen, is it really the end of the world?”
He felt like it was a rhetorical question.
“Is one loss in a match such as this the end of the world. I’m not your typical wrestler in these promos kind of a sense. I don’t think of creative insults… most of the time… to drop on those I am facing.
Why waste our time with the same generic insults and lines about those get across the ring from, especially at a time when we’re all new, we’re all experiencing this for the first time in this company.
Otherwise I’ve spent nine years in this sport, since I was a teenager as I’ve previously mentioned. Instead of telling you why someone like Nathan Cage should be in a straight jacket, or how the human kraken is somehow wrestling, and maybe even how Timothy Gates is… Timothy Gates, let’s do something else.”
He exhales for a quick moment and leans back in the pool chair. Comfort is important when telling a story. Or talking to Santa.
“Let me take you back to the summer of 2012. Sixteen year old me was excited to step into the ring. It was my third or fourth match, real early in my career. I was facing a veteran and they took me behind the woodshed and beat me like I owed him a few dollars.
Instead of looking at that loss and the ensuing beating as a setback, I took it in stride. I took my lumps of the last nine years in stride.
...Well most of the time anyways. We all have our off days and weeks, but the point is this match at Collision Course is only the beginning of our journeys in NLW.”
He clears his throat before continuing on.
“I’ve been all over the world. I’ve seen about everything there is to see. Except for a guy wearing a kraken like mask but I always enjoy something new. That’s why I came to Next Level Wrestling. To keep building experience, to find new wrestlers to go against.
This trios match is my start, my stepping stone to the top here. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Other generic cliches that state my point here.
Experience, allies and foes at Collision Course, is no substitute for familiarity. No one on either side has worked together, and I’m not even certain if Felix or Keahi Sparks want to talk a little bit about how to properly go about this.”
Another slight pause from the veteran.
“That’s the joy, though. The joy a match like this brings. No one knows what’s going to happen. One person stands tall. Someone will be looking up at the lights or slapping their hand on the canvas. I’ve done all of it before, I’ll do all of it in the future.
Take pride in what you do in that ring at Collision Course, win, lose or not be part of the decision. Stand tall afterwards. I’d say don’t be insane but Cage has already crossed that line…”
A shrug follows. Sometimes insanity is needed.
“For some of you, this is the biggest night in your career. For me? Just another night at the office.”
Fade.
The voice of Chris Sanderson was heard as he sat outside near the pool of his Miami home.
“I suppose it’s a way to make an impact. But when I think of a trios match, I think of arm drags, headscissors takedowns and lucha tag rules. This one…?”
A quick shake of his head followed. His tone was mellow and relaxed. Chris had no quarrel with anyone in the match.
“Quite a mesh of personalities on both sides, isn’t it? I’ve spent time thinking about this one, how to approach it in the ring because, let’s face it, no one person in this match at the Avron B Fogelman Arena is exactly the same.”
Chris hid a smile thinking about it.
“All six of us in the match have a common goal, I believe, and that’s to get the win for our team. That first step, that right first step here in Next Level Wrestling. Coming away with that all important first win.
And yet, if that doesn’t happen, is it really the end of the world?”
He felt like it was a rhetorical question.
“Is one loss in a match such as this the end of the world. I’m not your typical wrestler in these promos kind of a sense. I don’t think of creative insults… most of the time… to drop on those I am facing.
Why waste our time with the same generic insults and lines about those get across the ring from, especially at a time when we’re all new, we’re all experiencing this for the first time in this company.
Otherwise I’ve spent nine years in this sport, since I was a teenager as I’ve previously mentioned. Instead of telling you why someone like Nathan Cage should be in a straight jacket, or how the human kraken is somehow wrestling, and maybe even how Timothy Gates is… Timothy Gates, let’s do something else.”
He exhales for a quick moment and leans back in the pool chair. Comfort is important when telling a story. Or talking to Santa.
“Let me take you back to the summer of 2012. Sixteen year old me was excited to step into the ring. It was my third or fourth match, real early in my career. I was facing a veteran and they took me behind the woodshed and beat me like I owed him a few dollars.
Instead of looking at that loss and the ensuing beating as a setback, I took it in stride. I took my lumps of the last nine years in stride.
...Well most of the time anyways. We all have our off days and weeks, but the point is this match at Collision Course is only the beginning of our journeys in NLW.”
He clears his throat before continuing on.
“I’ve been all over the world. I’ve seen about everything there is to see. Except for a guy wearing a kraken like mask but I always enjoy something new. That’s why I came to Next Level Wrestling. To keep building experience, to find new wrestlers to go against.
This trios match is my start, my stepping stone to the top here. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Other generic cliches that state my point here.
Experience, allies and foes at Collision Course, is no substitute for familiarity. No one on either side has worked together, and I’m not even certain if Felix or Keahi Sparks want to talk a little bit about how to properly go about this.”
Another slight pause from the veteran.
“That’s the joy, though. The joy a match like this brings. No one knows what’s going to happen. One person stands tall. Someone will be looking up at the lights or slapping their hand on the canvas. I’ve done all of it before, I’ll do all of it in the future.
Take pride in what you do in that ring at Collision Course, win, lose or not be part of the decision. Stand tall afterwards. I’d say don’t be insane but Cage has already crossed that line…”
A shrug follows. Sometimes insanity is needed.
“For some of you, this is the biggest night in your career. For me? Just another night at the office.”
Fade.