Post by connerohare on Jul 6, 2012 20:54:10 GMT -4
< Somewhere in Hell’s Kitchen, New York City……..2003 >
A young is seen working hard inside a ring with a trainer, the young man seems frustrated as his trainer scolds him for doing something wrong once again….
Trainer: How many times do I have to tell you not to duck your head down that far Conner? You do that in a match and you will end up staring at the damn lights on the ceiling!
Conner: I know, I know. I’ll get it don’t worry Pop.
Trainer: You better, because if you don’t get it. Then there is no reason for us or you to continue to follow in my footsteps like you say you want to do.
Conner: I know, pop. And I do want to follow in your footsteps and become as great as you are.
Trainer: Then get your damn head on straight already Conner. You become as good as I am, if you do not LISTEN and do things the way I teach you to.
< Hell’s Kitchen, New York…….2012 >
Conner O’ Hare is standing just outside a local bar; a wide smirk is on his face as he reads the contract once again. He chuckles as he places the papers back into his jacket’s inside pocket and then walks to his waiting car and gets in. He starts the engine and smiles as the Porshe’s engine revs up as he puts it into gear and drives off. The engine purrs as he runs through the gears effortlessly and heads onto the bridge heading towards The East River, the warm summer breeze blowing his long brown hair slightly as he drives along thinking to himself about this introductory video shoot.
“Well, Conner, you have finally gotten the chance you have been waiting for. No more working for peanuts for an Independent Promotion. You now are about to step; foot into the Big Time in APW. Time to show them that all the hard work you have put in the last nine years was indeed worth it.”
As his Porshe exit’s the bridge, he takes a right turn and heads down a side street that runs along the edge of the East River shoreline. As he approaches a group of warehouse buildings he scans the for the correct address ,he pulls up in front of the building he was looking for and parks his car and slowly gets out of it and walks towards the partly open door and steps inside. A man is standing there with a smile on his face and he walks towards Conner extending his hand.
Man: Mr. Conner O’Hare, glad you were able to find the place. My name is John Coltrane and I will be filming this video for you. I am a friend of your father, Mr. Finelli, so I will make sure all comes out right today. Would you care for something to drink before we start?
Conner looks at the man and cracks a smirk then answers him quickly.
Conner: No, sir. I’m fine; maybe after we are finished I’ll have something. I’m ready to go. Let’s do this.
Coltrane nods and walks over to where he has the camera set up. It is about thirty feet away from a very old looking wrestling ring. He motions Conner to stand in front of the ring in order to have it in the background as Conner speaks. Conner takes his spot and takes a deep breath and then nods to Coltrane that he is ready. Coltrane nods back and then starts the camera and points.
Conner: Allow me to introduce myself to all of you here in APW, my name is Conner O’Hare. And I am called The Highlander, or Scotland’s Ring King. You would do well to remember that. If you do not, then you will be responsible for your own injuries incurred at my hands. Now, let me give you all just a snippet of who is talking to you.
Conner pauses for a moment and chuckles, then clears his throat and gets a serious look in his eyes and on his face as he speaks again.
Conner: I was born here in New York, Hell’s Kitchen to be exact. My mother was a member of the Scottish O’Hare Clan. They had a much storied ancestry, all the way back to the Scottish Kings to be exact. My father is an Italian wrestler, his name is Frank Finelli. When my mother was dying when I was thirteen years old, she told me who my true father was. After she was laid to rest, I went to live with my Grandparents on my father’s side. I had every thing I could ask for. My father made sure I had no want‘s or needs. He also took me under his wing and trained me to become a wrestler just like he is. I learned my lessons well too. I became a well known name across the Indie Circuit, and am now finally in the Big Time. APW is a dream come true for me, but I am not just some pretty boy, spoiled rich kid who was handed this opportunity. I damn well have earned it and I will not let it go by without making an impact here…
Conner pauses once again and removes his jacket and lays it across the top of a folding chair then looks back into the camera and continues.
Conner: Let me get one thing straight right now, before any of you get the wrong impression from my calm demeanor at this time. I’m not one of you “goody two shoes’ out there who bend their backs over to please the fans. I could care less if you cheer or boo me, which is a fact of life you all will have to deal with. I went to the best schools around as I was growing up. But because of my mixed background, the other kids tried to bully and pick on me. They soon found out what a big mistake that was on their part. I had a chip on my shoulder and it is still there too. I thank my father for teaching me not to take any kind of crap off of anyone at a young age. And I STILL DON’T takes any crap from anyone. All of you had better keep that in mind, if you make the mistake of thinking this is all talk from me, you’ll find out just how wrong you are in a hurry. APW, “The Highlander” Conner O’Hare has arrived. Get ready for “Scotland’s Ring King” to make his name well known and Legendary here.
Conner cracks a smile as he walks away from the ring and back towards the camera as Coltrane nods to him.
Coltrane: Impressive indeed Conner. Nicely done.
Conner: Thank you, now I think I will have that drink you offered when I arrived.
Coltrane: Very well, follow me into the office; I have a mini bar with just about anything you might want.
Conner smiles and nods and follows Coltrane to the office.
