'The Jew Blazer' Josh Goldstein- Underdog? Over it.

“Don’t freak out.” Johnny says.

“I won’t.” Josh responds.

“Because if you freak out you’re gonna lose your focus and you won’t win this match.” Johnny adds.

“I’m NOT gonna freak out.” Josh reiterates.

“I mean, it’s be understandable if you freaked out. You’re getting married in four days.” Johnny says.

“Johnny I’m fine. I’m not gonna freak out.” Josh says, rubbing his temples.

“I mean, to go up there in front of everyone and put your love on display and to give that love to someone for what you hope will be the rest of your life in such a huge setting is a lot of pressure.” Johnny says, his voice ramping up.

“Uh-huh.” Josh says, taking out his phone to answer a text about seating arrangements right before he is suddenly grabbed by the collar and violently shaken.

“IT’S GONNA BE OKAY, JOSH! YOU’RE GONNA BE FINE! YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO BE NERVOUS ABOUT! DON’T FREAK OUT!” Johnny shouts in his face. Josh shouts in response. Johnny shouts right back at him. The two of them exchange short shouts like this for a few moments. At the end of it Josh is breathing heavily and looks stressed and anxious.

“Okay, so long as you aren’t freaking out.” Johnny says. He pats him hard on the shoulder, straightens his collar, and walks away whistling casually, leaving Josh shaking and nervous. We fade out.

We open on The Jew Blazer, resplendent in his cape and costume. His hotel is very nice but there is a bit of clutter from the wedding planning stuff.

“Hi everybody! Specifically…Hi Tristan! Boy, that didn’t work out how you thought it would now did it? I’ve heard a little bit after about you unironically spouting off nonsense homophobic rhetoric and calling me ‘mentally challenged’ because your idea of edgy is apparently on par with the average 16 year old. You were so sure I was a joke and you got beat and you didn’t learn anything from it so you will continue to fail.” Josh says with a shrug.

“But enough about Tristan… forever hopefully. Now things get interesting. I am facing off against Alex Jones… and not the ‘turn the frogs gay’ guy. I’d have a hell of a promo ready for that dude. There’d be a set and props and man… anyway.” Josh says, not allowing himself to go on one of his usual tangents.

“Alex showed me some respect which is… not a thing that happens typically. I’m more than a little bit caught off guard. As far as ‘NGW situational rarity’ goes this is like Matthew Shields doing a promo where he talks about how much he loves puppies or Jack Tillman dressing up in a silly costume and maybe him or his manager going a single second without talking about how ‘Jazmyn Rain is a sports entertainer and I am a Real Wrestler. You can tell because there aren’t wrestling gifs on my opponents twitter. My logic is infallible. Look at my dumb haircut.” Josh says, brushing his own hair out of his face.

“Let me make one thing very clear to Alex, I’m done perceiving myself as the Underdog. In fact, I have more wins in NGW than anyone else in the company. If people can get behind me and see themselves in what I do then that’s great and I’m happy I can do that for people. Superheroes are supposed to represent Hope above all things. I’ve said from the beginning that win or lose if I am able to make a little Jewish boy in the crowd who might be being bullied for being different feel better about himself then man, that feels better than any championship in any company in the world. That being said, I could spread that message a little further if I was able to win this tournament and go on to win the World Title sooooo….yeah. Ignore that thing I said earlier about not caring about a title. I know how this works and I know why I’m here. I’m done proving doubters wrong. I’m done letting peoples legacies intimidate me. You mentioned me not having the same expectations chained to me that you do? I have ten times the expectations for myself. I strive every day to improve myself. I started out as ‘the 80’s guy’ and over the course of about a year I adapted into the premier practitioner of Lucha Libre in NGW. I adapted. Heck, even now I’m workin with Johnny on maybe mixing some harder strikes into my work. He knows a fair bit about Krav Maga and that’s the martial art of my people’s military. I accepted a position as trainer at Johnny’s gym because I think I have something to offer the future of this business. It’s nice to hear that someone respects what I’ve been trying to do but at the same time? I am more than a smile and a ‘can-do’ attitude. I am so much more than an ‘underdog’. I have dedicated every fiber of myself to being the best wrestler that I can possibly be, which in four days will be joined by my attempt to be the best husband that I can be. I hope I don’t stretch myself too thin and end up locking Kaylee in some kind of chokehold on our honeymoon… Wait, she also might be into that.” Josh says, thinking that last part over again.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to talk about bedroom time on camera. I’ll shake your hand as well, Alex. I’ll probably even throw in a high-five before the match…. But you aren’t the only one who sees themselves winning this whole thing. Some may say I’ve got my head in the clouds. Some may say I’m not being realistic. Well Alex I’m bringing very bit of that heart and soul and determination you were talking about but on top of that is the bit everyone seems to forget about. A big ole scoop of talent. I was always a superhero. I was always Jewish. It was the Wrestler bit I had to work at and believe me, I worked hard. I am El Rey de Jewcha Libre. I am the Maccabee Marvel. I AM The Jew Blazer and if that name still makes you chuckle? Good. Enjoy that chuckle. Then watch as I soar.” The Blazer says, spreading out his cape like wings.