Post by Jack Tillman on Jul 12, 2017 20:02:10 GMT -5
Chapter 7
12 July 2013
Chicago, Illinois
Age 17
-For my entire life I've trained to be a professional wrestler. I've spent time over in Mexico. I've traveled to England. I lived in Canada. I'm supposed to be going to Japan to be a young lion here in the next year or so. I know every move that there is and how to get out of it. I've watched films from the 1940s to the present. I've trained to be at the peak of my athletic ability. I've been trained to be the best to be a professional wrestler.
-But there is one part of being a professional that I haven't been able to grasp yet…..and that's doing promos.
-I'd rather get slapped in the chest a hundred times than do a promo.
-I'd rather do two thousand squats than do a promo.
-I'd rather rather run for 20 miles than do a promo.
-I'd rather have barbed wire run across my face than do a promo.
-My old man…..Borris Tillman……was descent with his promos. Nothing special, but he could tell a story. Unfortunately for me, I never got his genes to talk in public. I'm just uncomfortable talking in front of people. Doesn't help that I mostly hate people as well.
-I've been trained to be this killer in a wrestling ring so that's all that I've ever focused on. No time for friends. No time for social gatherings. No time to ask girls out or do the stupid tings teenage kids love to do. It's always been wrestling for me……. and I hate it at times because I'd like to be normal. I'd like to have friends that aren't involved with wrestling. I'd like to go out to parties drink and do stupid teenage things. I'd like to kiss a girl and live life to the fullest. But I can't……..because that life…..that life scares the living hell out of me for some reason. I'd rather get dropped on my head and snap my neck then step out of that wrestling ring and into the real world.
-So my promo skills are crap. I really have no personality.
-Kurt Newman, my teacher, knows this and has tried his best to get something out of me. It's just so natural to him though. He has so much charisma that it just comes natural to him, so it's hard for him to teach me it.
-So that's why I'm with Chris Constantine in his office in Chicago, Illinois. Chris used to wrestle back in the 80s and 90s. He was a descent hand but never became famous. After a neck injury he retired and helped train wrestlers. He was known better in the wrestle circles for helping people with promos. Lucky for me, Chris and Kurt have been working together for years now with Kurt's wrestling school. Unfortunately, Kurt didn't see it fitting to teach me to do promo work till now. Chris is confident he can get something out of me. I just need to attack promos just like I attack the ring. Practice…..practice…..and more practice.
-Well…..I guess now is better than never to learn. Wish me luck.
12 July 2013
Chicago, Illinois
Age 17
-For my entire life I've trained to be a professional wrestler. I've spent time over in Mexico. I've traveled to England. I lived in Canada. I'm supposed to be going to Japan to be a young lion here in the next year or so. I know every move that there is and how to get out of it. I've watched films from the 1940s to the present. I've trained to be at the peak of my athletic ability. I've been trained to be the best to be a professional wrestler.
-But there is one part of being a professional that I haven't been able to grasp yet…..and that's doing promos.
-I'd rather get slapped in the chest a hundred times than do a promo.
-I'd rather do two thousand squats than do a promo.
-I'd rather rather run for 20 miles than do a promo.
-I'd rather have barbed wire run across my face than do a promo.
-My old man…..Borris Tillman……was descent with his promos. Nothing special, but he could tell a story. Unfortunately for me, I never got his genes to talk in public. I'm just uncomfortable talking in front of people. Doesn't help that I mostly hate people as well.
-I've been trained to be this killer in a wrestling ring so that's all that I've ever focused on. No time for friends. No time for social gatherings. No time to ask girls out or do the stupid tings teenage kids love to do. It's always been wrestling for me……. and I hate it at times because I'd like to be normal. I'd like to have friends that aren't involved with wrestling. I'd like to go out to parties drink and do stupid teenage things. I'd like to kiss a girl and live life to the fullest. But I can't……..because that life…..that life scares the living hell out of me for some reason. I'd rather get dropped on my head and snap my neck then step out of that wrestling ring and into the real world.
-So my promo skills are crap. I really have no personality.
-Kurt Newman, my teacher, knows this and has tried his best to get something out of me. It's just so natural to him though. He has so much charisma that it just comes natural to him, so it's hard for him to teach me it.
-So that's why I'm with Chris Constantine in his office in Chicago, Illinois. Chris used to wrestle back in the 80s and 90s. He was a descent hand but never became famous. After a neck injury he retired and helped train wrestlers. He was known better in the wrestle circles for helping people with promos. Lucky for me, Chris and Kurt have been working together for years now with Kurt's wrestling school. Unfortunately, Kurt didn't see it fitting to teach me to do promo work till now. Chris is confident he can get something out of me. I just need to attack promos just like I attack the ring. Practice…..practice…..and more practice.
-Well…..I guess now is better than never to learn. Wish me luck.
