A man sitting in a large and red leather chair in the center of a room with a hardwood floor, a fireplace behind said chair, and pictures of the same person with different dead animals as well as shaking the hand of three different presidents. The fireplace was the only thing crackling as the man sad thoughtfully, with a hand under his chin. Anderson Styles remained quiet, his attire consisting of a business suit that hes known to wear outside the ring save for the jacket. Styles turned and looked at the camera that was there. With a smile, Anderson pretended to feign innocence when he saw the camera pointed at him.
Anderson: Hi! I didnt see you there.
Cameraman #1: Didnt you ask for me? Something about cutting a promo?
Anderson nodded as he briefly thought over last week. It wasnt the time to discuss such a matter so he left it as just a brief flashback.
Anderson:
I know.
Anderson looked to the pictures to his right and the cameraman waited patiently for him to start. Anderson quietly walked over to a picture that had caught his eye and he took it off the wall. Motioning to the camera, he turned towards it and showed the picture for all to see: a picture of Anderson taking Joseph Greaves down.
Anderson: Last week, the WZCW faithful went in and they watched a master class in outmaneuvering a rookie. They saw how an experience hand remained calm, displaying patience and prudence when it comes to impudent rookies. The young man that I faced last week and I engaged in the greatest match of that card and I bet that Im right. I daresay that the young man is better for it.
With a content sigh, Anderson put the photo back on the wall and felt glad that he did such a great thing for a young wrestler. Anderson felt that he had beaten sense into that young man and would be a better person for it.
Anderson: With that, my victory established the fact that all are welcome to this fine country of ours and make something of their future. Theyre all welcome to our land to try their hand at this piece of Americana. They can create a future for themselves and create a legacy that will endure for a very long time.
Turning around, he looked at the room full of photos, all memories of something he had gone through : pictures of him wrestling in a green ring in Japan, a ring that was full of logos from his time in Mexico, the time he donned the singlet and ear protectors in his time as an amateur wrestler.
Anderson: That brings up a very good way to talk about this weeks match.
The cameraman takes a few steps back as Anderson watches a blank spot on the wall. It appears to fit a picture frame perfectly.
Anderson: Usually, I take the time to run down the opponent Ill be facing for this week, but not this week. Today, Ill be paying my respects to a man who wants to make it in this business, not out of a superior motive except being the best in this business.
Anderson nodded as he remembered the information he got on Dela Cruz: A young man that wanted to make something of him and picked Professional Wrestling to do it. There are times where a man makes a choice and must live with it. For that Anderson, respected Daniel.
Anderson: I respect a young man that wants to make something of himself and wishes to do it on american soil. I but once again, I face down a rookie; A young man who went the same road as I did and worked in the smaller promotions before coming here.
Anderson remains quiet as he looks at the room. The room was his pride because of the pictures he had of his battles in wrestling, amateur or professional.
Anderson: You are a young man whose better off in the air, but I will ground you. It doesn't matter what you want to do, I will not let you do it. I will simply keep you grounded and get you to make a mistake.
Andersons face is serious as he looks at the camera while walking to the center of the room, a man amongst his prizes.
Anderson: We will have the best match on the card, and you will have a chance to prove your heart in that ring, Daniel. I got no doubt that you will be one of the best wrestlers in this industry and no one will deny it
but not this week.
Anderson placed his hands in front of him as the cameraman remained quiet, not unlike the last time where he had chatted with Anderson. With the solemn look on Andersons face, the cameraman cut the video.
