Post by Joe Stanton on Jun 23, 2018 21:37:21 GMT -5
In the thick jungle at a location undisclosed the camera zooms in on a small patch where there's a clearing, Joe Stanton sits in the midst of it. Stanton's dressed in a dark green tank top and camouflage fatigues, and a thick layer of camouflage paint over his face. It's in this dim, dark setting that his green eyes peer out through the thicket and through the paint obscuring his features.
"When you've been in the industry for as long as I have been, when you've traveled the world and wrestled for numerous promotions, you often times find yourself in all manner of battle royales. They may be called something different, their rules may be tweaked but there's nothing quite like the match in our sport. When dozens of wrestlers stampeding into one itty bitty ring to duke it out. With only one thing in mind, to hurt somebody, to kick some booty, to twist an arm off and put their ankles up to touch their chin."
Stanton reflects on his past, giving a solemn nod when he talks of his experience with matches like Guerrilla Warfare.
"There's been times where I've had to feel around to make sure my nose was still on my face, tug at my ears to make sure they were still attached to my head, my eyeballs still in their sockets and my mind steady as it can be. It's war!"
The Scarlet Speedster pantomimes feeling for his nose, checking on his ears and even touching his eyes when he describes how chaotic it is.
"So it only seems right that a match of this magnitude, a match with these rules and this amount of people present in it would be called Guerrilla Warfare. Because that's what it is, that's exactly what it is! It's W-A-R! It's twenty wrestlers fighting to be the baddest of the bad, to be the toughest of the tough, to be the greatest of the great!"
Adjusting himself, Stanton ponders the name of the match and of the event. He points a finger furiously at the camera recording him when he declares the name to be apt.
"Men and women go to war for many reasons, for many goals, you see. The prize at the end can be any number of things in a war. But in this case it is for one specific prize."
He wags a finger.
"All with the expressed intent on claiming that prize for themselves and oh what a prize it is, darling! An opportunity few receive in their careers and fewer still receive in a season, a championship match with the Union Battleground Championship hanging in the balance! On the biggest stage for the biggest triumph or tragedy of their Union Battleground career, the main event of the season finale! The final match any fans will see this season, Coup de Grâce's last match of the night! It doesn't get any bigger than that!"
Spreading out his arms, Joe excitedly talks of the prize that awaits the winner. His eyes lighting up at the wonder and prestige of it.
"They say war changes but a greater truth is that war changes man. And on July first at the Red Rocks Amphitheater in Denver, Colorado, twenty wrestlers Go. To. War."
Fade.
"When you've been in the industry for as long as I have been, when you've traveled the world and wrestled for numerous promotions, you often times find yourself in all manner of battle royales. They may be called something different, their rules may be tweaked but there's nothing quite like the match in our sport. When dozens of wrestlers stampeding into one itty bitty ring to duke it out. With only one thing in mind, to hurt somebody, to kick some booty, to twist an arm off and put their ankles up to touch their chin."
Stanton reflects on his past, giving a solemn nod when he talks of his experience with matches like Guerrilla Warfare.
"There's been times where I've had to feel around to make sure my nose was still on my face, tug at my ears to make sure they were still attached to my head, my eyeballs still in their sockets and my mind steady as it can be. It's war!"
The Scarlet Speedster pantomimes feeling for his nose, checking on his ears and even touching his eyes when he describes how chaotic it is.
"So it only seems right that a match of this magnitude, a match with these rules and this amount of people present in it would be called Guerrilla Warfare. Because that's what it is, that's exactly what it is! It's W-A-R! It's twenty wrestlers fighting to be the baddest of the bad, to be the toughest of the tough, to be the greatest of the great!"
Adjusting himself, Stanton ponders the name of the match and of the event. He points a finger furiously at the camera recording him when he declares the name to be apt.
"Men and women go to war for many reasons, for many goals, you see. The prize at the end can be any number of things in a war. But in this case it is for one specific prize."
He wags a finger.
"All with the expressed intent on claiming that prize for themselves and oh what a prize it is, darling! An opportunity few receive in their careers and fewer still receive in a season, a championship match with the Union Battleground Championship hanging in the balance! On the biggest stage for the biggest triumph or tragedy of their Union Battleground career, the main event of the season finale! The final match any fans will see this season, Coup de Grâce's last match of the night! It doesn't get any bigger than that!"
Spreading out his arms, Joe excitedly talks of the prize that awaits the winner. His eyes lighting up at the wonder and prestige of it.
"They say war changes but a greater truth is that war changes man. And on July first at the Red Rocks Amphitheater in Denver, Colorado, twenty wrestlers Go. To. War."
Fade.
