Post by ikeeldridge on Apr 14, 2018 17:33:50 GMT -5
***Fades into an empty parking lot. A motorcycle engine is heard approaching; Ike "Iceman" Eldridge is seen coming to a stop astride a 1974 Harley Davidson Panhead, wearing a black t-shirt, leather vest, blue jeans and sunglasses. Iceman cuts the engine off, removes his sunglasses and looks to the camera to speak.***
Iceman- I remember a time when professional wrestling was a sport that was saturated with men who took great pride in what they do. It was a sport where men came to the stage to display raw power, strength beyond what anyone had ever see, and nobody whined, cried, and boo hoo'd when they came across another man with more strength and skill. Warriors filled the backstage area, and you could practically smell the testosterone in the air. Nobody worried about who was in whos pants, or what somebody looked like walking to the ring; it was about the sport; the competitiveness of that next match. You had a problem, you settled it in the ring, period. These days, when I turn on my TV, all I see is beta males trying to act like alphas; putting more attention into how their hair looks than putting in the time in the gym to do what they gotta do where it really matters; the squared circle. I grew up on this sport; it has been a major part of my entire life. But it has gone so far down the tubes lately that I am sick to my stomach. What happened to the heart? What happened to the passion? What happened to the love of the sport? I sat back long enough to decide that it's time to get up and do something about it. About a year ago, I turned on my TV and came across a wrestling event and decided to watch; what I saw made me wish for the days when world title gold around someones waist meant more to the man wearing it than his own life. So he got into the ring week after week and proved to the entire world why he was wearing that strap. Now it seems like a never ending battle for a promotion to get their top wrestler to accept a match defending his belt. So I put my time in, training day after day after day to prepare to come into this sport to bring forth a new era for professional wrestling, and I will do that right here in the WCF. Give me all you have; bring me your toughest warriors. Because when I get in that ring, you're gonna see why they call me Iceman in the streets; because my blood runs ice cold. I will show no mercy for any man who stands toe to toe with me; and I will show no remorse for whatever I might do. This is a new dawn; and tomorrow night, ***Points to the Philips Arena seen behind him*** I am going to be in that arena; watching; waiting; making the decision of who deserves to rise, and who deserves to fall. ***Eldridge returns his sunglasses to his face, starts the bike and rides away showing a patch upon his back of a cracked 8 ball with the word "Notorious" over the top. Screen fades on the empty parking lot.***
Iceman- I remember a time when professional wrestling was a sport that was saturated with men who took great pride in what they do. It was a sport where men came to the stage to display raw power, strength beyond what anyone had ever see, and nobody whined, cried, and boo hoo'd when they came across another man with more strength and skill. Warriors filled the backstage area, and you could practically smell the testosterone in the air. Nobody worried about who was in whos pants, or what somebody looked like walking to the ring; it was about the sport; the competitiveness of that next match. You had a problem, you settled it in the ring, period. These days, when I turn on my TV, all I see is beta males trying to act like alphas; putting more attention into how their hair looks than putting in the time in the gym to do what they gotta do where it really matters; the squared circle. I grew up on this sport; it has been a major part of my entire life. But it has gone so far down the tubes lately that I am sick to my stomach. What happened to the heart? What happened to the passion? What happened to the love of the sport? I sat back long enough to decide that it's time to get up and do something about it. About a year ago, I turned on my TV and came across a wrestling event and decided to watch; what I saw made me wish for the days when world title gold around someones waist meant more to the man wearing it than his own life. So he got into the ring week after week and proved to the entire world why he was wearing that strap. Now it seems like a never ending battle for a promotion to get their top wrestler to accept a match defending his belt. So I put my time in, training day after day after day to prepare to come into this sport to bring forth a new era for professional wrestling, and I will do that right here in the WCF. Give me all you have; bring me your toughest warriors. Because when I get in that ring, you're gonna see why they call me Iceman in the streets; because my blood runs ice cold. I will show no mercy for any man who stands toe to toe with me; and I will show no remorse for whatever I might do. This is a new dawn; and tomorrow night, ***Points to the Philips Arena seen behind him*** I am going to be in that arena; watching; waiting; making the decision of who deserves to rise, and who deserves to fall. ***Eldridge returns his sunglasses to his face, starts the bike and rides away showing a patch upon his back of a cracked 8 ball with the word "Notorious" over the top. Screen fades on the empty parking lot.***
