Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 14:32:33 GMT -5
Open to Journeyman Phillips in the RW 'promo room'.
"Let's cut to the chase. No opening gambits, no plagiarised quotes. Forget all the anecdotes, the 'here's my story' proverbial bullshit. Let's tell it like it is.
"Because you already know these things anyway, right? You know I'm Journeyman Phillips, you know I'm a veteran of the ring, and you know, if you have any knowledge whatsoever of this industry, that I've done more for professional wrestling that anyone in this pop-up federation could even dream of. So I don't need to waste my valuable time and explain it all. Because despite my age, despite my "declining powers" I am still, after three decades, the biggest draw this company could attract.
"Now that's no slight on Devlin Scott. He's an astute businessman. He knew having Journeyman Phillips on the bill would sell tickets, and boost ratings. He knew my presence would get this place trending, gather media interest and even reel in a few sponsors or two. He also knew there was a chance - a real, legitimate chance - that I would be walking away on that very first night with the Redemption Heavyweight Championship. He knows this, I know this, you know this. We're all agreed. There is a chance.
"Now I've been in this business a very long time and I know, as well as you do, nothing is for certain in the world of professional wrestling. There are no guarantees in this business. Any wrestler who says otherwise is a fucking moron. Because if the best wrestler won every time people wouldn't come to the shows. It's that uncertainty, those variables, those unknown elements that draw people in. You see they know that there's every strong chance that I will be their champion after Redemption. Do they want to see that? They'll tell you no, but deep down they do. Because every fanboy and fan girl that wasn't good enough to make it in this business wants to be inspired. They want to see themselves in the men and women that grace the squared circle. They seek heroes, but without villains there would be no heroes. So they whoop and cheer for their squeaky clean idols, because they know it's gonna make them all warm and fuzzy when that merch-magnet gets his big win. Devlin knows it's only a matter of time before I get to the top of the mountain. If it doesn't happen at the first time of asking, there will be further opportunities to get my hands on that belt. It just makes sense. Because love me or hate me, the people come to see me.
"Why does he know this? Because my brief role in NGW was more significant than most bit part players contributed in a year. When Devlin's little backyard promotion was getting off the ground it was guys like me, Bronx Valescence and Alioth Starre that sprinkled it with star dust. Big names that transformed it into the fed it grew into. That would never have happened with the likes of Keg, Jamie Jackson and High Flyer. Sure he loved the limelight, the success we bankrolled, but I think he missed those early days, the thrill of planting small acorns and seeing them bloom into great big trees. In some ways he tried to stay true to his roots. And he did to an extent. That's what Indy Pro was all about. The backyard fed for the Five Lakes faithful, if you want to be romantic about it. In truth it was just a spot on the ass of NGW. It was beneath me. I would never have wasted my time with a place like that. A wrestler of my status belongs on the biggest of stages. Not curtain jerking against lesser known entities, like Matthew Shields. I've been around the block, I've thread a tapestry of success through the wrestling world. I've faced almost everyone worth facing, and if I haven't then I probably beat the man who beat the man. Forget Kevin Bacon, try playing seven degrees of Journeyman Phillips! Yet despite all this, why is it I've never heard of Matthew Shields? I know there were some big cats ready to break out of IPW, but this one obviously didn't get much recognition. But now's his time to see his name in lights. Picture it now, Matthew, this time next week your Wikipedia might say 'Matthew Shields, best known for losing to Journeymam on his road to glory'. A sorry epitaph to an undistinguished career. That's your place in history. Take your fifteen minutes of fame, savour those fleeting moments of prosperity, because when you lose our careers will take very different paths.
The journey goes on, my friends. Mark my words."
End scene.
"Let's cut to the chase. No opening gambits, no plagiarised quotes. Forget all the anecdotes, the 'here's my story' proverbial bullshit. Let's tell it like it is.
"Because you already know these things anyway, right? You know I'm Journeyman Phillips, you know I'm a veteran of the ring, and you know, if you have any knowledge whatsoever of this industry, that I've done more for professional wrestling that anyone in this pop-up federation could even dream of. So I don't need to waste my valuable time and explain it all. Because despite my age, despite my "declining powers" I am still, after three decades, the biggest draw this company could attract.
"Now that's no slight on Devlin Scott. He's an astute businessman. He knew having Journeyman Phillips on the bill would sell tickets, and boost ratings. He knew my presence would get this place trending, gather media interest and even reel in a few sponsors or two. He also knew there was a chance - a real, legitimate chance - that I would be walking away on that very first night with the Redemption Heavyweight Championship. He knows this, I know this, you know this. We're all agreed. There is a chance.
"Now I've been in this business a very long time and I know, as well as you do, nothing is for certain in the world of professional wrestling. There are no guarantees in this business. Any wrestler who says otherwise is a fucking moron. Because if the best wrestler won every time people wouldn't come to the shows. It's that uncertainty, those variables, those unknown elements that draw people in. You see they know that there's every strong chance that I will be their champion after Redemption. Do they want to see that? They'll tell you no, but deep down they do. Because every fanboy and fan girl that wasn't good enough to make it in this business wants to be inspired. They want to see themselves in the men and women that grace the squared circle. They seek heroes, but without villains there would be no heroes. So they whoop and cheer for their squeaky clean idols, because they know it's gonna make them all warm and fuzzy when that merch-magnet gets his big win. Devlin knows it's only a matter of time before I get to the top of the mountain. If it doesn't happen at the first time of asking, there will be further opportunities to get my hands on that belt. It just makes sense. Because love me or hate me, the people come to see me.
"Why does he know this? Because my brief role in NGW was more significant than most bit part players contributed in a year. When Devlin's little backyard promotion was getting off the ground it was guys like me, Bronx Valescence and Alioth Starre that sprinkled it with star dust. Big names that transformed it into the fed it grew into. That would never have happened with the likes of Keg, Jamie Jackson and High Flyer. Sure he loved the limelight, the success we bankrolled, but I think he missed those early days, the thrill of planting small acorns and seeing them bloom into great big trees. In some ways he tried to stay true to his roots. And he did to an extent. That's what Indy Pro was all about. The backyard fed for the Five Lakes faithful, if you want to be romantic about it. In truth it was just a spot on the ass of NGW. It was beneath me. I would never have wasted my time with a place like that. A wrestler of my status belongs on the biggest of stages. Not curtain jerking against lesser known entities, like Matthew Shields. I've been around the block, I've thread a tapestry of success through the wrestling world. I've faced almost everyone worth facing, and if I haven't then I probably beat the man who beat the man. Forget Kevin Bacon, try playing seven degrees of Journeyman Phillips! Yet despite all this, why is it I've never heard of Matthew Shields? I know there were some big cats ready to break out of IPW, but this one obviously didn't get much recognition. But now's his time to see his name in lights. Picture it now, Matthew, this time next week your Wikipedia might say 'Matthew Shields, best known for losing to Journeymam on his road to glory'. A sorry epitaph to an undistinguished career. That's your place in history. Take your fifteen minutes of fame, savour those fleeting moments of prosperity, because when you lose our careers will take very different paths.
The journey goes on, my friends. Mark my words."
End scene.
