Post by Speede on Oct 29, 2012 23:14:15 GMT -4
”If someone had told me two years ago that I’d be standing in the spot I am, about to take the step that I am and make the biggest move of my career like I am, I would have turned to the guy who said it, looked him straight in the eyes, and told him that he was an idiot. Looking at where I am right now, I wouldn’t have guessed that those words would’ve been accurate. I never would’ve guessed I would be twenty months into a wrestling career and holding the pen that could ink a contract with the biggest and best company in the business. Never before did I even imagine getting to sign with Action Packed Wrestling. And yet somehow, somewhere down the line I knew it would happen, and just look at me now.”
Roy Speede is shown, leaning against the side of a picnic table, the shade of an oak tree blocking out the vast majority of the sun behind him; he’s got on a pair of sleek dark sunglasses as well, and as he continues to speak, he moves the sunglasses from his face and positions them with one side tucked into the collar of his shirt.
”See, it wasn’t that long ago that I was just that fan watching at home on television or in the stands with one of those signs that would read ‘CJ Gates Sucks!” or something of equal significance to someone of high caliber who would still wind up taking absolutely none of what the crowd thought to heart. I was just a kid with a dream, just like everyone else who couldn’t imagine what it would truly be like to step through the ropes and into the ring to actually try competing as a wrestler for myself. I loved the allure of the wrestling world; I daydreamed about sliding under the bottom rope and staring down an opponent while waiting for the opening bell, and my most vivid wet dreams were those of fans chanting my name as I made my way down that ramp to perform for millions of people around the world. Never once did I believe I actually had a shot at making that happen.”
He pauses and looks around, and after a few moments, continues on.
”So, as you can imagine, when I started my training at the age of sixteen to become a professional wrestler, I was terrified beyond belief of messing up and making those around me frustrated by my lack of ability, or even worse, hate my guts because the rookie was already better than them. I took lessons, and learned the ropes, in multiple senses of the word, in fact, and by the time I was ready to step into that ring, I was almost eighteen; needless to say, it wasn’t the easiest goal in the world to find a company to hire you when you had to get the permission of your parents just to go on tour with your brand, but I was picked up by a smaller company based out of Pennsylvania, and made the drive that was, in an essence, nothing shy of three hundred miles and seven hours by the time I was done, from my home in Richmond up to Philadelphia, and it was there that I finally got my start.
It wasn’t too long, in fact, before I started getting developed for what someone of my size truly excels in, and I became recognized as a high flyer and an expert with kicks. Sure, I was just a novice, and I was the guy who botched even something as simple as lacing up my ring boots, but I found a company who believed in me enough to give me a chance, and after a while, I started to develop into the vision of what they wanted me to be. I learned how to hit big moves without injuring people and putting my opponents out of action, and I developed a knack for taking bumps and not being solely a spot monkey with no chance at a big push. And of course, on top of that, I learned what it was like to talk smack and be expected to back it up. I figured out what I was doing, and I went on to be able to handle myself properly in the ring, both during a match, and when I was talking about my opponents, or more importantly, addressing each and every fan in the arena and thanking them for the support given me during my tenure with the company.
What makes it all worth it to me, more than the money or the fame or the chance at gold... What makes all of the blood and sweat and tears I shed in that ring every day of my life worth it is being able to entertain the fans watching, whether they’re in the arena chanting ‘JOHNNY KNUCKLES!’ or ‘BAILEY SUCKS!’, or they’re at home watching online, or on television, or listening to the shows broadcast on the radio, guessing that, in all reality, they still do that these days.”
He chuckles softly, and as he does, he moves the sunglasses from his face, and then repositions them so that the lenses are resting atop the bangs of his hair, the sides still resting on his ears at a slant. As he does, two women approach him; the one on the left is a redhead, noticeably shorter than he is, but still of reasonable height. The one on the right is a blonde, a bit taller than the redhead, but only because of high heels. Roy smirks, and the girls kiss him simultaneously on the cheeks. He puts an arm around each of them and continues to speak.
”Now, while the fans are indeed what makes all this worth it, there are other rewards too, if I do say so myself. After all, when you’re not struggling to make ends meet when it comes to money and you have a reliable job doing something that you love, life is great. But what makes wrestling so much more enjoyable for me is the fact that I can still make time for those in my life who are important to me, namely, my friends... Actually, let me take that back; I make time for them in my routine, but it’s they that are a part of my life to begin with. I have a few people in my life that join me on road trips and help me out when I need it either by providing an escape from the stress that does still build up as a wrestler through a comedic gathering or through helping as a trainer to get me ready for a big match, or even as an interviewer to prompt me in a promo to hype an upcoming match.
But, back on topic, I’m giving everyone a chance to get to recognize my face so that when it’s associated with the Undisputed Championship a little ways down the line, nobody can say they didn’t see this coming. And while I’m on the topic of introducing myself and my personal staff, this blonde to my right is my lifelong best friend, Katie Walker, and the lovely redhead on my left is Meghan Morrison. These are two of the girls that make a lot of what will happen possible, including not only my tour bus promotional packages, but interviews, public appearances, and any other special surprises that are in store for you folks on the road that’s going to take me straight to the top of this company. But before I forget, some of you still might have the question in your head, just who is this proud little punk that’s coming into the APW expecting to actually make an impact and accomplish anything of substance? The answer to that question is really quite simple. My name is Roy Speede, and I’m the Silver Lining in the darkness that shines bright, even in the face of defeat and failure, and that leaves me with just one question... Can... You... Hear... Me... Now!?!”
He laughs as the scene fades to black.
(OOC: 1300 words, so a bit shorter than I wanted, and not my best by any means, but a starting stance and an introduction with a bit of my character's past and an introduction to a couple of the side characters that'll feature in a lot of the promos I'll produce during my tenure here. Hope you enjoy!)
Roy Speede is shown, leaning against the side of a picnic table, the shade of an oak tree blocking out the vast majority of the sun behind him; he’s got on a pair of sleek dark sunglasses as well, and as he continues to speak, he moves the sunglasses from his face and positions them with one side tucked into the collar of his shirt.
”See, it wasn’t that long ago that I was just that fan watching at home on television or in the stands with one of those signs that would read ‘CJ Gates Sucks!” or something of equal significance to someone of high caliber who would still wind up taking absolutely none of what the crowd thought to heart. I was just a kid with a dream, just like everyone else who couldn’t imagine what it would truly be like to step through the ropes and into the ring to actually try competing as a wrestler for myself. I loved the allure of the wrestling world; I daydreamed about sliding under the bottom rope and staring down an opponent while waiting for the opening bell, and my most vivid wet dreams were those of fans chanting my name as I made my way down that ramp to perform for millions of people around the world. Never once did I believe I actually had a shot at making that happen.”
He pauses and looks around, and after a few moments, continues on.
”So, as you can imagine, when I started my training at the age of sixteen to become a professional wrestler, I was terrified beyond belief of messing up and making those around me frustrated by my lack of ability, or even worse, hate my guts because the rookie was already better than them. I took lessons, and learned the ropes, in multiple senses of the word, in fact, and by the time I was ready to step into that ring, I was almost eighteen; needless to say, it wasn’t the easiest goal in the world to find a company to hire you when you had to get the permission of your parents just to go on tour with your brand, but I was picked up by a smaller company based out of Pennsylvania, and made the drive that was, in an essence, nothing shy of three hundred miles and seven hours by the time I was done, from my home in Richmond up to Philadelphia, and it was there that I finally got my start.
It wasn’t too long, in fact, before I started getting developed for what someone of my size truly excels in, and I became recognized as a high flyer and an expert with kicks. Sure, I was just a novice, and I was the guy who botched even something as simple as lacing up my ring boots, but I found a company who believed in me enough to give me a chance, and after a while, I started to develop into the vision of what they wanted me to be. I learned how to hit big moves without injuring people and putting my opponents out of action, and I developed a knack for taking bumps and not being solely a spot monkey with no chance at a big push. And of course, on top of that, I learned what it was like to talk smack and be expected to back it up. I figured out what I was doing, and I went on to be able to handle myself properly in the ring, both during a match, and when I was talking about my opponents, or more importantly, addressing each and every fan in the arena and thanking them for the support given me during my tenure with the company.
What makes it all worth it to me, more than the money or the fame or the chance at gold... What makes all of the blood and sweat and tears I shed in that ring every day of my life worth it is being able to entertain the fans watching, whether they’re in the arena chanting ‘JOHNNY KNUCKLES!’ or ‘BAILEY SUCKS!’, or they’re at home watching online, or on television, or listening to the shows broadcast on the radio, guessing that, in all reality, they still do that these days.”
He chuckles softly, and as he does, he moves the sunglasses from his face, and then repositions them so that the lenses are resting atop the bangs of his hair, the sides still resting on his ears at a slant. As he does, two women approach him; the one on the left is a redhead, noticeably shorter than he is, but still of reasonable height. The one on the right is a blonde, a bit taller than the redhead, but only because of high heels. Roy smirks, and the girls kiss him simultaneously on the cheeks. He puts an arm around each of them and continues to speak.
”Now, while the fans are indeed what makes all this worth it, there are other rewards too, if I do say so myself. After all, when you’re not struggling to make ends meet when it comes to money and you have a reliable job doing something that you love, life is great. But what makes wrestling so much more enjoyable for me is the fact that I can still make time for those in my life who are important to me, namely, my friends... Actually, let me take that back; I make time for them in my routine, but it’s they that are a part of my life to begin with. I have a few people in my life that join me on road trips and help me out when I need it either by providing an escape from the stress that does still build up as a wrestler through a comedic gathering or through helping as a trainer to get me ready for a big match, or even as an interviewer to prompt me in a promo to hype an upcoming match.
But, back on topic, I’m giving everyone a chance to get to recognize my face so that when it’s associated with the Undisputed Championship a little ways down the line, nobody can say they didn’t see this coming. And while I’m on the topic of introducing myself and my personal staff, this blonde to my right is my lifelong best friend, Katie Walker, and the lovely redhead on my left is Meghan Morrison. These are two of the girls that make a lot of what will happen possible, including not only my tour bus promotional packages, but interviews, public appearances, and any other special surprises that are in store for you folks on the road that’s going to take me straight to the top of this company. But before I forget, some of you still might have the question in your head, just who is this proud little punk that’s coming into the APW expecting to actually make an impact and accomplish anything of substance? The answer to that question is really quite simple. My name is Roy Speede, and I’m the Silver Lining in the darkness that shines bright, even in the face of defeat and failure, and that leaves me with just one question... Can... You... Hear... Me... Now!?!”
He laughs as the scene fades to black.
(OOC: 1300 words, so a bit shorter than I wanted, and not my best by any means, but a starting stance and an introduction with a bit of my character's past and an introduction to a couple of the side characters that'll feature in a lot of the promos I'll produce during my tenure here. Hope you enjoy!)
