JABolich
League Member
(FADEIN: Just a quick promo, so let's set this one in the dimly-lit study of the Sands Estate, its walls as always lined with shelf upon shelf of wrestling tapes, neatly sorted by wrestler name. CHRISTIAN SANDS sits behind the enormous desk, his hands folded before him. He wears a dark suit and tie and a pair of black shades, looking not unlike one of the agents out of the Matrix.)
Sands: There seems to be a problem in this company.
At ON TIME, I did what the monkeys in the front office asked of me and more. I stepped into the ring against the twit they threw me up against and utterly embarrassed him. I even took it upon myself to provide concrete proof that not a single man on that program was in my league. Apparently, however, incompetence is something that's rewarded around here.
I've come to understand exactly how things work in this neck of the woods. It all stems from the old fogeys. The same old guys who were ruling the roost ten or fifteen years ago are sitting pretty in their spots, secure in the knowledge that they've got the front office in their pockets. The old guys use their influence to ensure that anyone who might threaten their spot never sees the light of day, while the folks who flat-out suck are given an easy ride because they're no threat to the top dogs. It's a vicious cycle of control by which the old blood keeps the new under its thumb.
No more. Here's a message for the old guard. Grab your shovels. Bury me as deep as you want, but I will NEVER, EVER go away. I'll always be here to show the world that the new blood in this business is better. Eventually you won't be able to stop me. The people will grow to realize that I'm the future of this company. Once the yokel fans realize it, the front office will have no choice but to follow suit. And once that happens none of you will be able to stop me from smashing through the so-called glass ceiling.
A revolution is building, gentlemen - a revolution of the new blood. Try and stop us. Try and stop ME. But in the end, your little political games won't mean a thing, because the rise of new stars is inevitable.
I am the future of wrestling. No amount of political chicanery will change the fact that I am the man to lead wrestling into the next boom period. And when I do rise to claim the glory that is rightfully mine, I'm bringing plenty of new blood with me.
This... is the revolution of the new.
(FADEOUT)
Sands: There seems to be a problem in this company.
At ON TIME, I did what the monkeys in the front office asked of me and more. I stepped into the ring against the twit they threw me up against and utterly embarrassed him. I even took it upon myself to provide concrete proof that not a single man on that program was in my league. Apparently, however, incompetence is something that's rewarded around here.
I've come to understand exactly how things work in this neck of the woods. It all stems from the old fogeys. The same old guys who were ruling the roost ten or fifteen years ago are sitting pretty in their spots, secure in the knowledge that they've got the front office in their pockets. The old guys use their influence to ensure that anyone who might threaten their spot never sees the light of day, while the folks who flat-out suck are given an easy ride because they're no threat to the top dogs. It's a vicious cycle of control by which the old blood keeps the new under its thumb.
No more. Here's a message for the old guard. Grab your shovels. Bury me as deep as you want, but I will NEVER, EVER go away. I'll always be here to show the world that the new blood in this business is better. Eventually you won't be able to stop me. The people will grow to realize that I'm the future of this company. Once the yokel fans realize it, the front office will have no choice but to follow suit. And once that happens none of you will be able to stop me from smashing through the so-called glass ceiling.
A revolution is building, gentlemen - a revolution of the new blood. Try and stop us. Try and stop ME. But in the end, your little political games won't mean a thing, because the rise of new stars is inevitable.
I am the future of wrestling. No amount of political chicanery will change the fact that I am the man to lead wrestling into the next boom period. And when I do rise to claim the glory that is rightfully mine, I'm bringing plenty of new blood with me.
This... is the revolution of the new.
(FADEOUT)