Camera's take us to what looks like a low-financed, homegrown wrestling promotion's arena. It's what appears to be a gym that has a few hundred chairs set up around an old and dirty ring. The place appears to be competely empty, all that fills the gym is the smell of sweat and some wrestling equipment strayed out on the floor. As the camera's pan back, we see a man standing in the corner of the gym, he has his head down and his arms crossed. He stands there for a few moments before looking up and walking toward the ring, he climbs in as the ring creaks a bit, then stands in the middle of it. He has no expression on his face, as the camera's get closer to him, he looks into the lens with an intense stare.
Alex Christopher: "All my life, i've been constantly praised for my talents. Wether it be in sports, school, music, anything I have ever put my mind to doing. But the fact that I always give everything I have to be my absolute best, well, it was never enough. The fact that I helped out so many people, by giving a NAME to their promotion, or team, or whatever it may be. It was never good enough. And why? Because, I have a bad attitude?"
Alex laughs, and shakes his head in disgust.
Alex Christopher: "Y'know, it makes me realize how pathetic people really are. That they can't allow themselves to be proud of another man's accomplishments, they can't allow themselves to accept another mans superior talent. Instead, they have to try and bring that man down, try and break him, make him feel like he's not what he really is. I'm sick of it, and i'm not going to take it any longer. You may be wondering where exactly it is we are right now, well we are in one of my former employers arena's.. if you can even call it that. This is where I started, where I realized my dream of becoming a professional wrestler."
Alex grasps the top rope, and hangs his head remembering his former matches in this very ring.
Alex Christopher: "Man, those memories are so bittersweet. I once held the main title in this crap excuse for a wrestling organization. I brought a name to that title, I filled this arena with fans, and how was I thanked for that? I was stripped of the title, because of my attitude. Thats fine, because I don't change for nothing or nobody. I am me, and it's gotten me to where I am today, and that is something no one can take away from me. You tried, yes you did, but you failed. Because i'm standing here, with a chance to join one of the major wrestling promotions today, WZCW. I was informed of the battle royal, where you must last 15 minutes and then you will receive a contract. I am entering my name in that match."
He paces around the ring for a moment, stroking his chin, and then grins.
Alex Christopher: "But i'd like to make one thing clear, i'm not going into this match with the mindset of lasting the 15 minutes. No, thats what other people may want to do, they may have lower goals than myself and just want to earn a contract. My goals are much higher than that, because I realize the potential in this match for me to make a name for myself. I am not only going to last the 15 minutes, I am going to pin the last man standing and win as well."
Alex raises one arm in the air.
Alex Christopher: "When it's all said and done, and the bell rings to signal the end, my hand will be raised. My talent will be witnessed, and it won't be denied any longer. My name is Alex Christopher, and WZCW... i'm coming."
Alex climbs out of the ring, and heads toward the door. He opens it as a small ray of light sneaks in the crack, but just as quickly as the light penetrates the gloomy gym, it dissapears as the door closes behind Alex.
