My story is a simple one.
The speaker can be seen off in the distance, his features snapping into higher focus with each step.
I'm just a kid who chased after a dream -- a dream that took me here.
The speaker is now completely visible, revealing himself to be Sam Smith. Smith stops to look at his surroundings. He is standing at the foot of the entrance ramp of an empty arena. A few lights can be seen off in the distance, with one more weakly shining down directly on the wrestling ring.
Smith sits down on the ramp, completely focused on the ring. His Elite X Championship, which had been hanging on his shoulder is now sitting in his lap. Smith's focus changes from the ring to the title. He looks at it, a small smile creeping across his face.
Everybody has dreams. Most people never follow them, but I'm one of the lucky ones. There's mail men, cashiers, doctors, whatever, out there that all, at one point in time, wanted to be where I am today. They watched their heroes -- Flair, Hogan, Savage, Andre -- and said to themselves that some day they would be in that position too.
Smith pauses for a moment, shaking his head.
Somewhere along the line... somewhere... that dream, the will to pursue it, got sapped out of them. Hell, it almost happened to me. People try to conform to society's expectations, to make those who believe in them proud, so they do what I did -- they become something they were not, in my case, a lawyer. They're handed a piece of paper, a diploma, which suddenly makes them something. What they don't realize, something it took me a long time to learn, is that everybody has some kind of worth around here. In the large scheme of things, a doctor may be more valuable to society than I am, but that doesn't mean I can't try my hardest to disprove that. I left a solid law career to follow a dream that had been engraved in my brain for as long as I remember.
My childhood was spent suplexing pillows in my room, dropping elbows onto my bed, emulating everything I had seen on television. As a kid, before you're exposed to the evils of this world, you think anything is possible. Looking back at myself as a child, I was convinced I would be here -- it wasn't because I had a better work ethic than anybody else, but because it was my dream. What was the point of going through life and not pursuing my dreams? I didn't want to be a lawyer, I wanted to be a wrestler. That became a far off fantasy somewhere along the line. Maybe I wasn't prepared at the time, I don't know, or maybe I really didn't know what I wanted at the time, but I figured it out eventually.
Smith looks off into the stands, taking a deep breath before continuing.
I wanted to entertain people through my own medium, through my own art form: Wrestling. I left a job where I was going to make seven figures to work for twenty-five dollars a night, if I was lucky. None of that mattered though. I was pursuing my dream, I was happy. I still had my demons, but that wasn't because of wrestling. I realized that when I was in front of that crowd, whether it be twenty people or twenty thousand people, I was in my sanctuary. It was an escape from real life problems, from taxes, from bills, from everything. Every person had something they were meant to do... Wrestling is what I was meant to do.
Smith stands up, walking down to the ring, circling around it, eventually sliding in.
The second I stepped foot into this ring, I knew. I never saw it as a chore, I genuinely looked forward to it. I remember coming home with bruises and cuts all over, barely able to walk, after working a few matches in one day, but it never bothered me. The only thing that ever bothered me was seeing people who had once been proud of my accomplishments hide what I had become -- it never shook conviction and my commitment though. As long as I could look out into that crowd and see one kid smiling, one kid that I had made happy, I had done my job.
Smith leans against the corner before continuing on.
To others I worked with, it wasn't like that. I saw guys out there who hated wrestling and only treated it as a regular "job." Let's be honest, how many people get to entertain for a living? On the flip side of that, I would often see guys out on the independent circuit who were twice my age; desk clerks by day, wrestlers by night. I admired those guys. It didn't matter if they were wearing the same ring gear that they'd worn in 1987 or that they weren't as athletic as they once were, they still had hope. They didn't care about the money, it paid for a meal and gas for the trip, but they wanted the experience, they wanted to be out there. Why? Because during any given night, you could get your big break. I modeled myself after those guys, they were some of the best people I had ever met. They always offered advice, they were the first ones waiting to congratulate you when you came back from the ring, they were always willing to help the ring crew -- you could tell they loved it.
It's a shame those guys probably won't ever get their big break, because they, just like everybody on the WZCW roster, deserve it. I remember the day I got my contract, ready to tell all the guys at my last indy scene shows. You know how people react to that? Most were jealous, but those guys, the ones who really loved what they were doing, felt a tinge a pride for me. They congratulated me, they offered to take me out for dinner, they were truly happy for me.
Smith points to his Elite X Championship, which is now around his waist.
This title, as much as I love it, is for them. When I won the title, I immediately thought about the path my career had taken. I was "there," I was at the top of the mountain. I had gone from being a nobody, to being a champion in the greatest wrestling promotion in the world, WZCW. Why had I been so lucky? Why were others skipped over? I can't say exactly why, but I can definitely say I got lucky. Yeah, I worked hard to get the top of my profession, but it took everything lining up just right for me. I realized that and counted my blessings for where I was. My time in the world of professional wrestling is limited, I want to take advantage of every moment.
A flash of anger crosses Smith's face.
That's why, for the life of me, I'll never figure out why there are people like Holmes and Constantine. Why are they in this? They don't care about wrestling, all they care about is themselves, their own well-being takes precedent over everything else. They're willing to take every shortcut to get to where they want to be -- hell, a part of me appreciates that! They're trying to take advantages as they see fit, but then I put it into perspective. Those two have tried to end my career more times than I can remember, they tried to take my dream away. I don't react kindly to that. I'm not one to try to end someone's career, but I have no shame in admitting this does not apply to Holmes and Constantine. If I can, I WILL end them.
Why do they have the right to take away my well being? What makes them above me or better than me? Nothing. We're all in the same boat, except for one thing: I have the gold around my waist. I will die in the ring before I give this up to either of them. It doesn't matter if it's basically a handicap match, it doesn't matter that they'll do whatever they can to win. This title means a lot to me, this title doesn't just represent my dreams, but the dreams of everybody that has ever wanted to be in my position, of everybody that has ever supported me. I don't take that as pressure, but as my responsibility. If I can hold up what this gold means, then what good am I?
If you're willing to throw away the gold, willing to squander the chance of a lifetime that you're given, then get the hell out of here. Holmes and Constantine need to realize how lucky they are to be here; we all are. Holmes and Constantine represent everything that is wrong with the world and I'll never be able to figure out why.
That doesn't change their ability or the fact that we have a match. The title of the PPV is perfect for this match, actually. It's All or Nothing. The three of us will step into that ring, one man will leave with it all, the other two with nothing. It will be the toughest test I've ever had to face, but I'm confident I will leave the victor. I've had an amazing career in WZCW thus far, including successful title defenses over both of these men. I will give my all in that ring, I will not accept defeat, not with all those people who have always believed in me.
I dedicate my match this Sunday at All or Nothing to those people in this world who followed their heart. See you in the ring, Constantine and Holmes. Be prepared for a war.
Smith steps out of the ring, walking up the entrance ramp to the back. As he reaches the top of the ramp, he stops and turns to face the ring. He raises his title high above his head, taking one last look at the ring, before walking to the back.