Syke
September 24th, 2006, 12:12 PM
The PWW ident is shown, following a required message about safety and not trying any of the following at home. Normally we would move straight to the show’s intro movie but for the first ever Pro Wrestling Warriors we thought we’d do something slightly different…so instead, the first image PWW fans see is that of a lone figure sat at the top of a flight of stairs. He is sat with his legs open, his elbows rested on his thighs, and is apparently ready for the ring as he is dressed in a ring gear that would be familiar to anyone who has seen wrestling for the past year at least. The man has his face partially concealed by his hood, as well as the low lighting this stairwell has to offer and the fact that he has his head held down. He sits in silence for a moment but soon breaks it.
They always say that every cloud has a silver lining. As one door closes another one will open. I never took much notice of things like that before but recently I’ve been given a slight wake up call. I’ve recently had an injustice thrown at me by a company I’ve worked hard for since the moment I walked through their doors. But…I guess if I’m really honest with myself, I’ve been living an injustice within the walls of that company for a while now, I’ve just been too blind to see it. Blinded by seamless admiration from the fans and other wrestlers. Blinded by the adrenaline that surges through your entirety each and every single time you step into a ring to do battle, but most of all…blinded by my own passion. My passion for competition, fighting…for wrestling. Wrestling is me, it’s what I live for and love to do and as long as I’m fighting, I’m happy. I figure they knew this and in turn used it against me. My own passion became my very own glass ceiling. No matter how many individuals I did battle with and came out on top, no matter how much I fought and put in…I was only allowed to get so much out of it and I was only allowed to reach so far. All that is about to change. Now, as I stand here in a new environment…surrounded by new talent, new competition, new rules, new values, and new goals…I find myself where I should have been all along. A place called home.
The man stands up, causing himself to tower above the low angled position of the camera.
Tonight marks the beginning of a new era for wrestling, because we are here to show the world exactly how wrestling should be. Tonight marks the beginning of a dark day for the sports-entertainment brands who think they know it all and think they own it all. The men who have gathered under this roof are here to do one thing, take over. We are the past and future of wrestling. We are the warriors who stand as a lone force, united by belief and desire to fight the forces that try to suppress us. Let me be the first to tell you all. We cannot be silenced or suppressed and… We. Will. Not. Be. Stopped!
It all begins tonight, just moments from now. You will see wrestling at its best. Tonight, myself and two other warriors will step onto the battlefield to compete in a three match, round-robin tournament. That’s right, the three of us will fight three different matches in one single night. One event. One man will come out on top and that one man…well, we’ll not get into that right now.
Drake Vinaldi, Darius Falcon…I wish you both the best of luck. I know for a fact I need not tell either of you not to hold back. We are all here because we are the best of the best. We are the diamonds in the rough. The men who should be at the forefront of our industry but we have been held down. Well not anymore. There’ll be no more holding back. Everything we do, we do it full throttle, full force and just because we can. Falcon, you and I face off first tonight. It will be the first time we compete against each other but surely will not be the last. I may never have been in the ring with you but I know all about you and for that reason, I look forward to our match. Drake, the same goes for you. I don’t know you personally, and we’ve never fought before…but I know about you and so I look forward to our match. However…you shouldn’t. Neither of you should. Tonight you are both going to fight the hardest matches of your career. Tonight you will do battle like never before. There’ll be no p*ssy footing around. We are pro wrestling warriors…and that’s exactly how we’re going to act.
He stands up and turns away from the camera.
Our time has come. Our era has begun. We’re not just going to break through that glass ceiling…we’re going to destroy it.
Suddenly he takes a few quick steps forward and with all the force he can muster, drives his foot into a door and causes it to fly from its hinges. He then walks through, out onto a roof and makes his way to the edge. The camera quickly follows behind him, showing us that he is a long way away from the ground. The camera tilts upwards and pans to the right, framing a profile view of our door smashing male whose face is still pretty much concealed by his ice blue hood.
Most of you know me already…but for those of you who don’t, and just for the sake of it, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is;
He raises his hand to his face and removes his hood, allowing his long and pale white hair to flail free from its confines. He then turns his head to the left and peers into the camera with his cold blue eyes.
Seth. Frost. For those of you who think you understand what wrestling is; for those of you who think they’ve know what true intensity is; and for those of you who think they’ve seen pure, ruthless aggression…
Seth’s stern glare contorts into a sinister looking smiling.
You ain’t seen nothing yet.
The camera maintains its position for a moment, before fading out. Let the show begin.
They always say that every cloud has a silver lining. As one door closes another one will open. I never took much notice of things like that before but recently I’ve been given a slight wake up call. I’ve recently had an injustice thrown at me by a company I’ve worked hard for since the moment I walked through their doors. But…I guess if I’m really honest with myself, I’ve been living an injustice within the walls of that company for a while now, I’ve just been too blind to see it. Blinded by seamless admiration from the fans and other wrestlers. Blinded by the adrenaline that surges through your entirety each and every single time you step into a ring to do battle, but most of all…blinded by my own passion. My passion for competition, fighting…for wrestling. Wrestling is me, it’s what I live for and love to do and as long as I’m fighting, I’m happy. I figure they knew this and in turn used it against me. My own passion became my very own glass ceiling. No matter how many individuals I did battle with and came out on top, no matter how much I fought and put in…I was only allowed to get so much out of it and I was only allowed to reach so far. All that is about to change. Now, as I stand here in a new environment…surrounded by new talent, new competition, new rules, new values, and new goals…I find myself where I should have been all along. A place called home.
The man stands up, causing himself to tower above the low angled position of the camera.
Tonight marks the beginning of a new era for wrestling, because we are here to show the world exactly how wrestling should be. Tonight marks the beginning of a dark day for the sports-entertainment brands who think they know it all and think they own it all. The men who have gathered under this roof are here to do one thing, take over. We are the past and future of wrestling. We are the warriors who stand as a lone force, united by belief and desire to fight the forces that try to suppress us. Let me be the first to tell you all. We cannot be silenced or suppressed and… We. Will. Not. Be. Stopped!
It all begins tonight, just moments from now. You will see wrestling at its best. Tonight, myself and two other warriors will step onto the battlefield to compete in a three match, round-robin tournament. That’s right, the three of us will fight three different matches in one single night. One event. One man will come out on top and that one man…well, we’ll not get into that right now.
Drake Vinaldi, Darius Falcon…I wish you both the best of luck. I know for a fact I need not tell either of you not to hold back. We are all here because we are the best of the best. We are the diamonds in the rough. The men who should be at the forefront of our industry but we have been held down. Well not anymore. There’ll be no more holding back. Everything we do, we do it full throttle, full force and just because we can. Falcon, you and I face off first tonight. It will be the first time we compete against each other but surely will not be the last. I may never have been in the ring with you but I know all about you and for that reason, I look forward to our match. Drake, the same goes for you. I don’t know you personally, and we’ve never fought before…but I know about you and so I look forward to our match. However…you shouldn’t. Neither of you should. Tonight you are both going to fight the hardest matches of your career. Tonight you will do battle like never before. There’ll be no p*ssy footing around. We are pro wrestling warriors…and that’s exactly how we’re going to act.
He stands up and turns away from the camera.
Our time has come. Our era has begun. We’re not just going to break through that glass ceiling…we’re going to destroy it.
Suddenly he takes a few quick steps forward and with all the force he can muster, drives his foot into a door and causes it to fly from its hinges. He then walks through, out onto a roof and makes his way to the edge. The camera quickly follows behind him, showing us that he is a long way away from the ground. The camera tilts upwards and pans to the right, framing a profile view of our door smashing male whose face is still pretty much concealed by his ice blue hood.
Most of you know me already…but for those of you who don’t, and just for the sake of it, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is;
He raises his hand to his face and removes his hood, allowing his long and pale white hair to flail free from its confines. He then turns his head to the left and peers into the camera with his cold blue eyes.
Seth. Frost. For those of you who think you understand what wrestling is; for those of you who think they’ve know what true intensity is; and for those of you who think they’ve seen pure, ruthless aggression…
Seth’s stern glare contorts into a sinister looking smiling.
You ain’t seen nothing yet.
The camera maintains its position for a moment, before fading out. Let the show begin.