Post by Brian Cice on Feb 9, 2010 16:49:05 GMT -5
The image of a backyard with a ring in the middle appears on the screen. The ring is very makeshift. The ropes are made from elastic chords and the mat is full of holes. The ring posts were simple metal poles with punching training pads on them. There are 4 dozen chairs surrounding the ring. In one chair is a lone person looking at the empty ring. Taking the scene in. The camera walks up to him and the man smiles at the camera
Brian: I gotta hand it to you Jericho. You are a resilient guy and I hope to be like that one day. I hope to be just a good of a wrestler like you. Now that’s not me sucking up. That’s fact. You are one of the best wrestlers I’ve seen in awhile. That’s why our match is gonna be a great one hopefully.
And maybe your right. Maybe I assume too much. But that’s the kinda guy I am. Maybe I don’t know how a wrestler lives. You proved me wrong on that too. As for what was going on through my mind when I challenged you? I guess you can say adrenaline was coursing through my veins. You can never tell though.
Brian gets up and walks towards the ring. He slides under the ropes and stands up. He looks around the rings then at the floor. He walks over to a corner and tugs on the turnbuckle. It wobbles but still stays up.
Brian: Welcome to my past. This is where it all started for me. This is the very ring where I spent my teen years participating in backyard wrestling shows, and high flying stunt shows. It was in this ring when I hit my first meteor storm. It was also where I got my first injury after landing on my ankle wrong. Man….those 6 years were great….
I wanted to be a wrestler ever since I was a kid. When I turn 14, me and my friends put together a tag team and joined this backyard wrestling group. It was here where I honed my skills and laid the foundation for a future career down.
I spent the next 6 years here trying to break into the world of professional wrestling. I had countless try outs, made hundreds of phone calls, spent months searching for a federation that would accept me. Then my uncle told me of ICW. So I went for a try out. And well the rest, as you know, is history.
Now I’m not trying to start an argument of who had the harder life growing up and stuff. I just wanted to show you who I am. I wanted you to better understand the person you’re getting into the ring with. Now I may be getting in over my head. But to me that’s the greatest thing about wrestling in ICW…anything can happen. So just watch out next Monday because you never know what can happen.
The camera slowly starts zooming as the screen goes black.
Brian: I gotta hand it to you Jericho. You are a resilient guy and I hope to be like that one day. I hope to be just a good of a wrestler like you. Now that’s not me sucking up. That’s fact. You are one of the best wrestlers I’ve seen in awhile. That’s why our match is gonna be a great one hopefully.
And maybe your right. Maybe I assume too much. But that’s the kinda guy I am. Maybe I don’t know how a wrestler lives. You proved me wrong on that too. As for what was going on through my mind when I challenged you? I guess you can say adrenaline was coursing through my veins. You can never tell though.
Brian gets up and walks towards the ring. He slides under the ropes and stands up. He looks around the rings then at the floor. He walks over to a corner and tugs on the turnbuckle. It wobbles but still stays up.
Brian: Welcome to my past. This is where it all started for me. This is the very ring where I spent my teen years participating in backyard wrestling shows, and high flying stunt shows. It was in this ring when I hit my first meteor storm. It was also where I got my first injury after landing on my ankle wrong. Man….those 6 years were great….
I wanted to be a wrestler ever since I was a kid. When I turn 14, me and my friends put together a tag team and joined this backyard wrestling group. It was here where I honed my skills and laid the foundation for a future career down.
I spent the next 6 years here trying to break into the world of professional wrestling. I had countless try outs, made hundreds of phone calls, spent months searching for a federation that would accept me. Then my uncle told me of ICW. So I went for a try out. And well the rest, as you know, is history.
Now I’m not trying to start an argument of who had the harder life growing up and stuff. I just wanted to show you who I am. I wanted you to better understand the person you’re getting into the ring with. Now I may be getting in over my head. But to me that’s the greatest thing about wrestling in ICW…anything can happen. So just watch out next Monday because you never know what can happen.
The camera slowly starts zooming as the screen goes black.