PROMO: Welcome to school

[Guest The Superstar]

We cut to nothing but a blue screen, with an SJL banner hanging from the top. We zoom out a bit and see two men standing in front of it.

 

One is James Matheson. A pencil-neck geek if there ever was one, Matheson is dressed sharply in 3-piece red suit, with matching red tie.

 

The other...the other is Charlie "Grappler" Matthews. Standing at 6 foot 7 inches and a shade under 300 pounds, Charlie stands menacingly in his black wrestling trunks and black boots. With his arms crossed, he stares silently as he lets Matheson do the talking.

 

"Ladies and gents, you have never seen anything like this. You've been desensitized by the high-flying, weapon-tossing, no-substance nonsense wrestling you see each and every week. When was the last time you've seen a 100% pure wrestler in the ring? Not since the prime days of the great Bruno Sammartino. Charlie Matthews may as well be called the 2nd coming of 1970s wrestling.

 

"Just look at him. His arms are 23 inches around. When he wraps those things around you, baby, you're out. But he's not out to destroy. Oh no. He's out to show all of you what REAL wrestling is. It's only a matter of time before Mr. Matthews here holds one of the coveted SJL Championships. Why? Because once you step into the ring with the Grappler, it's lights out. This man can go all night, 25 hours a day. One minute he'll be chain wrestling with ya, the next he'll be dropping ya on your head with his Powerbomb.

 

"You kids these days are trying to hard. It seems ya all need a gimmick to try and get over. This man needs no gimmick. Just look at him. What an intimidating force. You think you know all there is to know about wrestling? It's time to go back to school. Old school. Got anything to say, big man?"

 

Charlie Matthews continues to stare menacingly at the camera, but uncrosses his arms from his chest and points at the camera.

 

"People like ME are who made this great sport what it is today."

 

James laughs and nods his head.

 

"Haha! Oh, you've got that right, big man. People of the SJL, and hell, SWF for that matter, it's time to be re-educated."

 

Charlie's cold glare continues into the camera, as James Matheson smiles and pats Grappler on the back as the screen slowly fades out...

[Guest Powerplay]

Damn, this is a very cool introduction to your guy. I kinda wish I had tried a vignette-style introduction, but that's me. I really like your gimmick and this promo reaffirms my thoughts. Now get out there and kick ass like we know you can, boy!

[Guest Crowe]

A very nice introduction to your wrestler, and while it may just be my imagination, it seemed very ECW-ish to me. I wish you luck in your re-education of the SJL, cause you're gonna need it.

[Rawknight 0]

Why should anyone have trouble reeducating rugby playing psychopaths, satanists with a love of gardening equipment, atheist enmascaderos, smoking gothic masochists and a guy who thinks he's Robin Hood, Crow?

[Guest Crowe]

...

 

I see your point.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

OMG SUPERSTAR INVASION~!

 

Cool to see you sign up, and a slick promo to start, too. Very rarely do we have really prominent manager characters, and you can do a lot with that. I expect nerds getting their asses kicked to become a steady thing.

 

Though...I really can't wait to see "Grappler" take on post-modern super-technical violence-drooling Dace Night sometime. Heh heh. Welcome to the fed, yo.