A Professional Wrestling Extremist

-My mind is calm. I am collective. I am at peace. As long as I am in this wrestling ring the world outside of it does not exists. No wars. No deaths. No politician telling me what I can or can't do. Nothing but black space with everyone in existence as stars. No cheering or booing from the crowd. No announcers spewing their personal views to the masses. Just peace and quit as the only thing I ever think about is that of my opponent across from me....and the rate of my breathing.

-I'm the most at peace with my soul in a wrestling ring.....and yet I'm such a violent individual in it.

-Sitting in the middle of wrestling ring at Kurt Newman's wrestling school in Chicago, Illinois my eyes are shut as I meditate and calm myself after an hour session of straight up wrestling with another fellow student. Sweat drips down my face and onto the canvass below. The taste of blood brings back memory's from my Young Lion days back in Japan. My body is sore with bruises as my opponent put me to my limit. I learned from my mistakes today.......and I'll learn from my mistakes in the future. His is why I will succeed while so many others will fail.....because I don't lose. I learn.

-Without opening my eyes, I start this waste of a promo for Redemption Wrestling. My voice is calm but with confidence as I start to talk about my future opponents.

Jack Tillman: "Some people call me an extremist. Not in the way of hardcore wrestling, using weapons to inflict pain on my enemies. I do t need weapons to hurt my opponents. I have my own two hands to break someone's skull open and finger nails to tear at someone flesh to draw blood. I'm not that type of man to walk down the path of a gimmick like lifestyle like that of a hardcore wrestler.

I'm an extremist in the ways that I care to much when it comes to professional wrestling. That I take things to the extreme when I face off against people in that squared ring that aren't up to par with me or whom I consider sports entertainers. And why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I be violent and ruthless in that ring against people who mock this industry each and every time they step in that ring? This ring is my home. It is where I was born. It was where I became a man. People have died in this ring. People have made a name out of themselves in that ring. This ring is a church to me and I treat it with the respect that it deserves each and every time I step inside it.

I do the things that I do because now and days.....this ring......this profession......it's mocked and raped and taken advantage of on a daily basis by people who just don't give a fuck about this industry. It's just a cheap way to get their names out their as they play weekend warrior in the wrestling world while trying to get their modeling career going or get their band over in the real world. They don't give a damn about this industry. It's nothing more than a stepping stone. So when ever I see some 125 pound model saying their a professional wrestler......I can't help but think their spitting on my face. That their spitting on my dad's face. That their spitting on the faces of professional wrestlers past and present who put in the time and the effort and the 7 hour car drives from one show to the other just so that they could make 20 bucks just to get their ass kicked in.

So I look at people like Trixie......who talk so much crap and act like their the best thing since sliced bread......but when they step into the ring with someone who knows what their doing in that squared circle and not another sports entertainer who doesn't know the difference between a wrist lock and an ankle lock....they crumble and are shown to the masses that they aren't a bad ass.......but rather just someone who doesn't know what they're doing.

If people like Trixie actually gave a damn about the wrestling industry, they wouldn't be stick figures. They'd have muscles. If people like Trixie wanted to be a professional wrestler, then they wouldn't be the weight of a model. They'd weigh more than 100 pounds. They'd get up to that 170 pound mark so that they could stand a chance against men that are in the 200 pound mark.

Redemption I am back in this ring and I get to team up with a man that use to train me back in Japan....that being Mark Storm. Oh the fun the two of us will be having when we step in the ring with Alicia Hixx and John Blade this coming Sunday. Two poor little sports entertainers that are just like Trixie that just don't know what their doing in that ring. They look cute, easy looking on the eyes, and have so much charisma and yet when they step in that ring.....they are complete garbage. These two......these are what is wrong with wrestling today. They mock the industry each and every time they step in that ring.

So.......with the help of Mark Storm......we're going to show Redemption and the rest of the wrestling world what we think of these two sports entertainers. Mark may have his own plans.....but I plan on breaking someone's neck.....and it might just be you Hixx because......."

-Slowly opening my eyes, I give a slight grin as I stare into the camera.

Jack Tillman: "You somewhat remind me of Trixie.....and if I can't continue to inflict pain on Trixie.....I might as well do it onto you."

-Shutting my eyes again, I go back into my meditation as I finish off the promo.

Jack Tillman: "Let's see if I get suspended again after Mark and I get done with you two."

-With that, end scene.