I've always considered promos the most important thing for a wrestler. I LOVE this idea to death. Sample below. Me cutting on Cena.
"It's coming, John. Wrestlemania. The biggest event in wrestling. An event that only a priviliged few, only a great few, get to perform in. And, this year Cena, we are the chosen ones. We are the ones who will battle, struggle, sweat and bleed. We will shock the world at the greatest stage of them all, in the most evil way possible. In the most horrible way possible. I will rise from my desert prison, the sand in my eyes, blinding, painful, to face you in Hell. Not just our bodies John, but our souls will become deformed in that Cell.
Do you really think you're ready, John? The children who cheer you, who adore you, who love you. Are they ready to see you bleed? To see your broken body quivering at my feet? Is your family ready to see you rushed to the hospital, possibly broken forever?
Think John. Think what you have started. You've flaunted your title, sticking it in my face over and over again. A title that SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE! THAT WILL BE MINE! Don't you see, John? I wake up in the middle of the night screaming, seeing that belt floating in the dark. Tears run down my face, just for the DESIRE of it! I will win the WWE title not because I want it, because I must have it. My life depends on it, and nothing, NOTHING else matters! If I put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, if I cause pain to those in this arena that love you, than so be it. Nothing else matters.
In 2 weeks John, your life changes. In 2 weeks the lives of those who love you change, and I will have to live with the guilt. The guilt of knowing I broke another man for the sake of gold and leather. But I must have it, John. I must have it! I HAVE NO LIFE WITHOUT IT!
Two weeks left on Earth, John. Two weeks, before we go to hell. When I'm done, Satan will hand over his throne, to NySandman."
I've fucking lost it!
