Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 9:27:24 GMT -8
”I’ve been around the block.”
It’s an early sunrise in Calgary, Alberta in early October when the camera finds Alex Kincaid sitting on the front steps of the legendary Llewellyn Wrestling House. The truth is, he might not even need to say that. You can tell just by looking at him. The way one knee shakes restlessly in front of the camera, the bags under his eyes from too many sleepless nights driving down empty highways, and the ugly scars that wind up from under his t-shirt across his bicep. Yeah. He’s been around.
“I started here. And every time my career starts a new chapter, I come back here. I come back here to where I first learned to ply my trade in a broken down ring in a half falling over garage. See, I might have moved down into the sun and the sandy beaches but the foundation I established myself on was being a scrappy Canadian son of a bitch who just doesn’t know when to stop…and I’ve got no intention of stopping. No matter how many people would like it if I did.”
He gives a wry little smile and wipes back a few intruding strands of brown hair from his eye. He takes a moment to think about his next words as he ties it back in a sloppy knot, shaking his head.
“I know what everybody thinks when I show up to darken a promotions doorstep. ‘Why are we giving this guy another chance?’ Because, after all, I never stay in one place for long. I am truly, to the core of my being, never satisfied. I don’t know how to stop. Don’t know how to take a minute and smell the roses. Like my wife always says…I’m just trouble. See, I learned a long time ago that wrestling can be whatever I want it to be. That means I don’t have to settle. That means a rolling stone gathers no moss. And that means, if I’m not enjoying myself? I keep walking down that highway. So I can only imagine what it’s like if you’re someone who thinks Alex Kincaid isn’t worth your time and you see him show up for Elysium. Because you know my reputation, and you know I walk where I want to walk…because I’m worth having around.”
His expression hardens now, and his cold green eyes lock hard with the camera.
“I know what I’m walking into. I hear the stories. See, before I came here I was in Union Battleground and there wasn’t anybody in that locker room who didn’t have an opinion on this place. And me, I’m not the guy who looks at the pit full of snakes and says ‘Oh crap.’ No, I’m the guy who looks at the snakepit and says ‘How interesting…’ And that’s what I’m thinking now. I know some of the people wrestling on your shows. Got a lot of respect for most of them, but there’s a few who need to be taught the right way to do things. And I’ll be happy to get that done.
I’m coming your way. And you can’t stop me. You’re welcome to try.
Sounds selfish doesn’t it? Maybe it is. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again I’m not comfortable doing anything else. I belong under the bright lights. I belong in front of those crowds putting on the kind of shows only I can. I like to give myself a challenge, and with the return of Elysium all I can think is…what if I make it mine? What if I snatch that spotlight? What if I steal this show? What does that mean? Well, hell, I just have to find out.”
Kincaid uses the railing to pull himself to his feet and looks back at the house. There’s a moment of hesitation, a moment where he looks uncertain about his next words. But he clamps it down and turns back to the camera. He takes a breath, resolute, and continues.
“I am the best professional wrestler on the planet. Few of you just got your hackles up didn’t you? A few of you just got really annoyed. A couple of you probably want to smack me in the head and tell me I’m wrong. Good. Because I want a chance to do something special with all of you, I want the kind of fights they tell me I can’t have anymore. I want the kind of matches that leave that little ten year old kid in the front row going ‘I want that. I want to do that.’ I don’t just want to fight, I want to inspire. Because I believe what I just told you, I believe it the way all of you believe it and I am willing to fight to prove it.
That’s what this is. THAT’S what makes us special. Wanting to be the best. Maybe believing we already are, and being willing to put yourself across from the other man and prove it. I’m coming your way. I’m walking into The Last Kingdom, and I want someone to give me the chance to make some magic. Who’s it gonna be?”
With that, he walks off camera. We slowly pan to the roof of the house and then up to the rising sun before we fade...to…black…
It’s an early sunrise in Calgary, Alberta in early October when the camera finds Alex Kincaid sitting on the front steps of the legendary Llewellyn Wrestling House. The truth is, he might not even need to say that. You can tell just by looking at him. The way one knee shakes restlessly in front of the camera, the bags under his eyes from too many sleepless nights driving down empty highways, and the ugly scars that wind up from under his t-shirt across his bicep. Yeah. He’s been around.
“I started here. And every time my career starts a new chapter, I come back here. I come back here to where I first learned to ply my trade in a broken down ring in a half falling over garage. See, I might have moved down into the sun and the sandy beaches but the foundation I established myself on was being a scrappy Canadian son of a bitch who just doesn’t know when to stop…and I’ve got no intention of stopping. No matter how many people would like it if I did.”
He gives a wry little smile and wipes back a few intruding strands of brown hair from his eye. He takes a moment to think about his next words as he ties it back in a sloppy knot, shaking his head.
“I know what everybody thinks when I show up to darken a promotions doorstep. ‘Why are we giving this guy another chance?’ Because, after all, I never stay in one place for long. I am truly, to the core of my being, never satisfied. I don’t know how to stop. Don’t know how to take a minute and smell the roses. Like my wife always says…I’m just trouble. See, I learned a long time ago that wrestling can be whatever I want it to be. That means I don’t have to settle. That means a rolling stone gathers no moss. And that means, if I’m not enjoying myself? I keep walking down that highway. So I can only imagine what it’s like if you’re someone who thinks Alex Kincaid isn’t worth your time and you see him show up for Elysium. Because you know my reputation, and you know I walk where I want to walk…because I’m worth having around.”
His expression hardens now, and his cold green eyes lock hard with the camera.
“I know what I’m walking into. I hear the stories. See, before I came here I was in Union Battleground and there wasn’t anybody in that locker room who didn’t have an opinion on this place. And me, I’m not the guy who looks at the pit full of snakes and says ‘Oh crap.’ No, I’m the guy who looks at the snakepit and says ‘How interesting…’ And that’s what I’m thinking now. I know some of the people wrestling on your shows. Got a lot of respect for most of them, but there’s a few who need to be taught the right way to do things. And I’ll be happy to get that done.
I’m coming your way. And you can’t stop me. You’re welcome to try.
Sounds selfish doesn’t it? Maybe it is. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again I’m not comfortable doing anything else. I belong under the bright lights. I belong in front of those crowds putting on the kind of shows only I can. I like to give myself a challenge, and with the return of Elysium all I can think is…what if I make it mine? What if I snatch that spotlight? What if I steal this show? What does that mean? Well, hell, I just have to find out.”
Kincaid uses the railing to pull himself to his feet and looks back at the house. There’s a moment of hesitation, a moment where he looks uncertain about his next words. But he clamps it down and turns back to the camera. He takes a breath, resolute, and continues.
“I am the best professional wrestler on the planet. Few of you just got your hackles up didn’t you? A few of you just got really annoyed. A couple of you probably want to smack me in the head and tell me I’m wrong. Good. Because I want a chance to do something special with all of you, I want the kind of fights they tell me I can’t have anymore. I want the kind of matches that leave that little ten year old kid in the front row going ‘I want that. I want to do that.’ I don’t just want to fight, I want to inspire. Because I believe what I just told you, I believe it the way all of you believe it and I am willing to fight to prove it.
That’s what this is. THAT’S what makes us special. Wanting to be the best. Maybe believing we already are, and being willing to put yourself across from the other man and prove it. I’m coming your way. I’m walking into The Last Kingdom, and I want someone to give me the chance to make some magic. Who’s it gonna be?”
With that, he walks off camera. We slowly pan to the roof of the house and then up to the rising sun before we fade...to…black…
