Promo: All My Life

[Guest GLWUT]

He sits on the weight bench, his brow damp with perspiration and his body glistening. He wears a loose black tank top and shorts along with a pair of Nike sneakers. The bottle of water on the ground next to him is lifted, opened, and drank from as Leo Breslin replenishes his parched mouth and throat. Leo remains in his position as he pulls the water away from his mouth and closes it. He holds the bottle in his hands as he leans down and rests his elbows on his knees. The camera nearby stays still and on him as he smirks and even lets out a strange chuckle.

 

Leo Breslin: Why am I laughing? Perhaps I’m laughing because this is unreal. Perhaps I’m laughing because I finally made it to the SJL. After years of training far more intense than I think anyone could imagine, and that includes wrestlers, I’ve made it. But this wasn’t how I wanted to start things out. I didn’t want to start things out with someone on my level… someone who’s not an established star like myself. I wanted to go against the grain and defeat someone who’s already well-known and thought to be a great wrestler. I wanted to shock the world. But all isn’t lost. That chance still exists because as far as I can tell, people are basing my upcoming match on appearance. It’s not all in the arms. It’s not all in the size. It’s all in the heart… the resourcefulness… the hidden strength and ability to do it all without showing signs of strain. You’ll see it all, and then some…

 

Erecting himself, he now sits straight up and a new disposition takes over. Leo zeros in on his prey.

 

Leo Breslin: I see the stage is finally set. I see my debut on the horizon, and the victory I will seize at it. Confidence is something I have much of, and that’s no different going into this match with Charlie Matthews… the “Grappler.” You see, Charlie, I had this feeling I’d be fighting you. We’re the two new guys… and one of us is going to get a head start come Sunday night. Unfortunately, some people in SJL would say you already have a head start, seeing as your manager debuted you on television a few days ago. I saw it, Charlie. I saw this Matheson fellow, a silly grin on his face, trying to put you over with his personality since you lack one of your own. People like YOU made this great sport what it is today. Really, Charlie? A thirty year old slug made this sport what it is today? Maybe if you were around a few generations ago I could have accepted hearing that. Maybe if you were sixty or seventy… but thirty? When were you born, Charlie? By my math, you were born in 1973. So let’s give you the benefit of the doubt and say you started wrestling professionally, or at least enough to make an impact, when you were… twelve. It would really amaze me to see a twelve year old boy shape the world of wrestling… a world that is already bustling and growing! I think what you’re trying to say is that you’ve recreated Bruno Sammartino in a crude and unflattering fashion which makes you out to be nothing but a man brutally behind and caught in the past. Wake up, Charlie. Every wrestler in this business knows how to be a pure wrestler. They know how to have amazing chain wrestling and perform the basics to a T. But now they take all that stuff and build upon it with death-defying maneuvers that tempt fate and leave the crowd in awe. You see, Charlie, while you’ve been doing the same chinlock over and over again for years, people like me have ALSO been doing it, performing it just as well as you supposedly do, and I’ve also been using “new age” moves that you have no concept of but will surely understand when Wrath rolls around. I say that because I’m going to introduce them to you in a way no one else has. I’m going to give you something that you’ve seen before, but never had the need for yourself. You’re going to realize that in order to succeed in a place like SJL, which I’ve had my eyes on for years, you need to step it up a bit… step out of the box. Now, Charlie, remember… you’re just the beginning. Don’t feel too bad when you lose. If anything, be happy that you’re not getting the full effect of my offense. Once the butterflies are gone, I’ll give it all to my next opponent. So Charlie, you got your… thirteen words in. But don’t worry. The fact that I’ve only just begun doesn’t make you any less of a man. Losing does.

 

His brow furrows as he considers his next words. The intermission is short-lived as he continues.

 

Leo Breslin: So what’s my gimmick, Charlie? Your manager fellow said everyone needs a gimmick to get over. Your gimmick seems to me that you think you’re superior to everyone else because you’re pure and abide by the rules… and you have the outspoken manager who says everything for you. That’s all good, Charlie. If I really have to label myself I’d say that I’m the pure wrestler who commonly abides by the rules unless forced to do otherwise. I have no manager. I can open my mouth and speak without having my hand accidentally sneak up and slip in a few steroids. Am I like you, Charlie? Yes, I am like you in the sense that I believe I’m a pure wrestler. But at the same time I don’t like to define myself as THE pure wrestler… THE type of person that made wrestling what it is today. Wrestling today is a smorgasbord of dozens of styles created individually over decades, and they managed to mold them together into the grand stage we perform on every week. Maybe you did have something to do with punching someone in the back or kneeing someone, but who really cares? You’re not the type of man people will come and watch at a show, Charlie. I am! I’m more well-rounded and versatile than just about everyone in the SJL, and I can say with confidence that I will soon hold a title… and I’ll hold it before you. Knock me down as many times as you’d like, Charlie. Beat on me with those fists of fire. Damn near choke me to death with those 23-inch monsters. But don’t be surprised when I do what I do best… and that’s pull it off. One… two… three… and now I return to what I've been doing all my life.

 

Leo drops the bottle onto the floor rather haphazardly as his back falls onto the bench and his hands reach up for the bar. Intense lifting ensues as the scene fades out.

[Guest The Superstar]

(Y)~! Our match shall be INTENSE~!