Post by Charlie Haas on Nov 30, 2011 21:27:56 GMT -5
"Here we go"
Thoughts are running through Charlie's head as he turns the camera on. After making sure the red light is on, Charlie sits back in the pre-positioned chair and looks down at his notes on the coffee table. Haas is wearing a "Go for Gold" T-Shirt that at first glance you think is a stereotypical "Do Your Best! Stay Off Drugs! Eat Your Vitamins!" shirt, but actually the shirt promotes buying and sell gold trinkets and items. This shirt wouldn't seem like a positive motivational shirt, but in today's economy, it actually is. Charlie's black running shorts and gray worn out hat seem to run together smoothly with his economic "relief" shirt. After a quick glance at his notes, Charlie nods his head and looks up at the camera, he half smiles and begins to speak.
"Hey there, I'm Charlie Haas."
Haas coughs a couple times and reaches for a half filled glass of water next to his notes. After a couple sips he sits it back down and looks up to try again.
"Hey there, I'm Charlie Haas. You're gonna have to do me a favor and get used to that name. This week at Brawl For All will mark the turning point in SNME's history. I'm young and ready to battle, and let's be honest, you need it. All the good wrestlers are either gone or washed up at this point, which basically means people are watching backslapping sessions of Shawn Michaels attempting to reach his foot to The Roy's face while Johnny Magnum stands outside catching his breath because he walked too fast to the ring.
The other half of the spectrum are the newcomers. Now, I'm not going to call them 'untalented' or anything like that because, hell, I'm one of them. I will say this however, judging from what I've seen from SNME, there is a very distinct glass ceiling. Above it are the same people who has always been there. Below the ceiling is the newcomers too busy duking it out with each other to worry about the higher class of wrestlers. It seems to me the only time a newcomer goes up is when a Main Eventer holds their hand all the way up there and guard them with their life.
I don't know about you, but I find this pathetic. Utterly. Pathetic. I plan to br- wait... No, I PROMISE to do this one thing, not for you, but for myself. I guarantee that I will smash that glass ceiling to oblivion. Oh no, I won't stop there dear friends and colleagues watching this. After that, you can say I'm part helium by the way I'll rise to the top.
I know what you're thinking, a chemistry reference in the middle of a promo? Yeah, I really hope that I'm not the only one who knows this, because if I am, I should find another company. But, everybody else knows that a wrestling match is 50% physical, 50% mental. It goes hand in hand. It doesn't matter if you remind me of a paler Incredible Hulk, if you don't know how to win intellectually then you're completely screwed. And when you're screwed, no amounts of 'HULK SMASH!!!' will save you."[/color][/b]
Charlie chuckles quietly at his lame joke as he reaches for more water and finishes off the rest of it. Charlie looks at it disappointed and sets it back down on the coffee table. The glass was set on a coaster, of course, no need to act so reckless.
"So that brings me to you.....youuuu...."
Charlie looks down at the sheet of paper, flipping the paper over when he doesn't find what he's looking for and reads the back. The metaphorical light bulb goes on over his head as he looks back at the camera.
"Tyler Malcolm! I remember now. Sadly Mr. Malcolm and the Middle, I regret to inform you about your upcoming loss. I'm utterly convinced I've seen you on the show 'Degrassi' a couple times so at Brawl For All I'll try not to go for your face that much, can't act with a broken nose, can you?
If you're watching this Tyler, I want you to hear me out. I really hope you have a bright future ahead of you. But right now, You're my stepping stone. I don't really expect you to go down without a fight, so let me remind you. I'm better than you, I will always be better than you. One day when I'm the proclaimed undisputed champion after winning all of the titles. Yes, even the women's championship, watch out Kammy, I'll wear a dress, I don't care. Maybe one day after all that, I'll be kind towards you and let you hold one of my championships. Please don't take this personally, I'll try my best to end it quickly so you won't get beat up too bad.
Let me conclude my video tape by saying this: Tyler Malcolm. It's not personal, it's just business. Hopefully, you understand. If you don't. Well, for your sake, let's hope you do."
Charlie flashes his attempt at what seems like a genuine smile for a couple seconds. Soon after he drops the smile and gets up, walking towards the camera. Parts of Charlie's face keeps getting into the shot as he's looking for the stop recording button.
"Where the hell is that bu-"
The scene fades to black
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Any help/tips/feedback would be greatly appreciated!
Thoughts are running through Charlie's head as he turns the camera on. After making sure the red light is on, Charlie sits back in the pre-positioned chair and looks down at his notes on the coffee table. Haas is wearing a "Go for Gold" T-Shirt that at first glance you think is a stereotypical "Do Your Best! Stay Off Drugs! Eat Your Vitamins!" shirt, but actually the shirt promotes buying and sell gold trinkets and items. This shirt wouldn't seem like a positive motivational shirt, but in today's economy, it actually is. Charlie's black running shorts and gray worn out hat seem to run together smoothly with his economic "relief" shirt. After a quick glance at his notes, Charlie nods his head and looks up at the camera, he half smiles and begins to speak.
"Hey there, I'm Charlie Haas."
Haas coughs a couple times and reaches for a half filled glass of water next to his notes. After a couple sips he sits it back down and looks up to try again.
"Hey there, I'm Charlie Haas. You're gonna have to do me a favor and get used to that name. This week at Brawl For All will mark the turning point in SNME's history. I'm young and ready to battle, and let's be honest, you need it. All the good wrestlers are either gone or washed up at this point, which basically means people are watching backslapping sessions of Shawn Michaels attempting to reach his foot to The Roy's face while Johnny Magnum stands outside catching his breath because he walked too fast to the ring.
The other half of the spectrum are the newcomers. Now, I'm not going to call them 'untalented' or anything like that because, hell, I'm one of them. I will say this however, judging from what I've seen from SNME, there is a very distinct glass ceiling. Above it are the same people who has always been there. Below the ceiling is the newcomers too busy duking it out with each other to worry about the higher class of wrestlers. It seems to me the only time a newcomer goes up is when a Main Eventer holds their hand all the way up there and guard them with their life.
I don't know about you, but I find this pathetic. Utterly. Pathetic. I plan to br- wait... No, I PROMISE to do this one thing, not for you, but for myself. I guarantee that I will smash that glass ceiling to oblivion. Oh no, I won't stop there dear friends and colleagues watching this. After that, you can say I'm part helium by the way I'll rise to the top.
I know what you're thinking, a chemistry reference in the middle of a promo? Yeah, I really hope that I'm not the only one who knows this, because if I am, I should find another company. But, everybody else knows that a wrestling match is 50% physical, 50% mental. It goes hand in hand. It doesn't matter if you remind me of a paler Incredible Hulk, if you don't know how to win intellectually then you're completely screwed. And when you're screwed, no amounts of 'HULK SMASH!!!' will save you."[/color][/b]
Charlie chuckles quietly at his lame joke as he reaches for more water and finishes off the rest of it. Charlie looks at it disappointed and sets it back down on the coffee table. The glass was set on a coaster, of course, no need to act so reckless.
"So that brings me to you.....youuuu...."
Charlie looks down at the sheet of paper, flipping the paper over when he doesn't find what he's looking for and reads the back. The metaphorical light bulb goes on over his head as he looks back at the camera.
"Tyler Malcolm! I remember now. Sadly Mr. Malcolm and the Middle, I regret to inform you about your upcoming loss. I'm utterly convinced I've seen you on the show 'Degrassi' a couple times so at Brawl For All I'll try not to go for your face that much, can't act with a broken nose, can you?
If you're watching this Tyler, I want you to hear me out. I really hope you have a bright future ahead of you. But right now, You're my stepping stone. I don't really expect you to go down without a fight, so let me remind you. I'm better than you, I will always be better than you. One day when I'm the proclaimed undisputed champion after winning all of the titles. Yes, even the women's championship, watch out Kammy, I'll wear a dress, I don't care. Maybe one day after all that, I'll be kind towards you and let you hold one of my championships. Please don't take this personally, I'll try my best to end it quickly so you won't get beat up too bad.
Let me conclude my video tape by saying this: Tyler Malcolm. It's not personal, it's just business. Hopefully, you understand. If you don't. Well, for your sake, let's hope you do."
Charlie flashes his attempt at what seems like a genuine smile for a couple seconds. Soon after he drops the smile and gets up, walking towards the camera. Parts of Charlie's face keeps getting into the shot as he's looking for the stop recording button.
"Where the hell is that bu-"
The scene fades to black
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Any help/tips/feedback would be greatly appreciated!