Joshua Goldstein- Real Wrestler

"Alright guys, cool off. Go grab water and meet back here in 15. I know you're sick of wallruns so we're actually gonna do some proper sparring today." Josh says to a small group of students.

"Mr. Maverick says we aren't ready for that yet." one of the students says.

"Yeah, that's a thing Johnny says when he wants you guys to wear yourselves out before a spar because you think you aren't going to spar. The best work in this gym happens when you feel like you aren't able to work anymore. Water. 15 Minutes. I'd suggest you savor all 15 of them because stuff is about to get pretty intense." Josh says. The crowd is eager to go take their water break. One of the students can be heard mumbling about how Josh isn't even a real wrestler and Josh smiles, knowing which of the students he'd be sparring with.

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Cut to Josh Goldstein in a pair of gym shorts, a Van Halen t-shirt, elbow pads, kneepads, and his wrestling boots, the fancy blue ones with the flames on them he wears so often in the ring. They are the only visible connection to the Jew Blazer we see on Joshua who is in the ring at the Maverick Wrestling Academy while the students were on break. He had become one of the more popular trainers there as he wasn't as brutal as Johnny was and Johnny only had an okay grasp of Lucha Libre.

"Here's that same old bit. The bit about how I don't have any respect for the Wrestling Industry." Josh says, rolling his eyes.

"I have plenty of respect for the wrestling industry, Jack. I probably have more love for this industry in my right pinky than you have in your whole body. What I don't respect are people like YOU." Josh says, this is kind of a confrontational start to a promo from Josh.

"People like you who think you can't be a 'real wrestler' unless you put on the same Johnny Kickpads costume that everyone else has and develop a drinking problem. God knows this industry was missing another Hipster telling us he'd rather be doing MMA. I'm a pretty difficult guy to get on the bad side of but dude, maybe if you took a second to pull your head out of your tuches you'd see the trail of dudes with boot prints on their face I've left behind in my wake. Every single one of them was so ready to tell me I wasn't a 'real wrestler'. You can ask the Black Light District what kind of wrestler I am... I mean you COULD if they didn't get beat by Ronnie and I enough times that they packed up and left." Josh says. He goes to the corner of the ring and picks up his 'Riches' briefcase he had been keeping on him at all times.

"I have worked harder for this than anything in my entire life. For so long I scratched and clawed for acceptance and to be taken seriously but those days are done. I know the only way I'm going to get those things are to rack up wins. Decisive ones. Because when Kayla and I beat you Jack there aren't going to be any excuses. You're gonna get beat and you'll have nothing but your awful attitude to blame for it. You'll have lost and you won't even have had any fun doing it because having fun while you wrestle is 'uncool'. I'm not being mean Jack, but one day you are going to be dead and your headstone will read 'Here Lies Jack Tillman: Missed Everything Fun. Died Angry and Sad.'" Josh says. He clears his throat a bit.

"Oh well, I'm not gonna let this guy harsh my positivity. I won a briefcase and I get a chance at revenge against Caroline! Maybe she thought I forgot the fact that she punched me in the face with a pair of brass knuckles and dislocated my jaw but I certainly have not forgotten. Not even a little bit. Eating through a straw was very not rad. The fact that my jaw makes a clicking sound sometimes now is super not rad. The not-raddest part of it all? The fact that you were allowed to get away with it because Devlin Scott apparently only hires potatoes to officiate his matches and work security. I don't mean LITERAL potatoes, this isn't a Johnny Maverick conspiracy theory. I don't really know what's up with all of that 'Lizard People' stuff." Josh says with a shrug.

"Every company I go to it seems like they pair me up with someone and we find tag team success. I don't see why Kayla Richards and I can't get along for one match, even if her maybe-boyfriend is a Cheaty McCheaterpants. I'm... honestly really glad he lost the title. Yuji seems like a solid dude and Matthew has the nerve to walk around all high and mighty when half the time he does underhanded stuff to win. As long as he had the title Redemption looked bad. Gosh, I'm really shooting a lot. See this is what happens when I record without the costume." Josh says, noting the absence of his Jew Blazer attire.

"I have to go now Jack. You see, I'm training students at the Maverick Wrestling Academy. That's the sort of thing people who actually care about wrestling do. Stop by if you ever want any lessons. In fact, this challenge has been open for a while but let me reiterate that anyone who thinks I'm not a 'real wrestler' can come to the Rec Center in Long Island. We have a ring and can make some time for you if you ever wanna go. Anybody on the Redemption...heck, ANY roster wants me? I'm easy to find. I'll lace up my boots and show you why folks have started calling me El Rey de Jewcha Libre. The Maccabee Marvel. The Chosen One of the Chosen People. I'm the Jew Friggin Blazer and anyone who doesn't like it?" Josh says, taking a moment to sit on the middle rope as if inviting all comers to the ring.

"They can feel free to stop running their mouth like a schmuck and put their quarter up." Josh says.