Overlooked? Fuck You.

[andy]

The scene is dark, with a solo light illuminating a single spot. Where it is at within the Scottrade Center? It is unknown, aside from the solo camera man, and the young man walking into the light right now, the shadows drawing back on his head as if it were a veil. The solo light bulb glints on his shades before he removes them, looking down as he folds the arms back with each other, watching the glints of the single light still reflect off of the piece of apparel.

"You know... I'm not an idiot. I'm not a fool. And I'm not one of these hand-led rookies you seem to think I am..."

His head raises, looking into the camera...

"Yes, I'm talking to you, management. I'm talking to the ones, that, for some reason or another... have completely GLANCED over someone the likes of me. Does that... sound, like a bold statement?

It's meant to be nothing more...

Than the truth.

Someone like me... who has been here since Day 1... Someone like me, that, despite the record, pours every, single, fucking, ounce of himself out in that ring each and every time I grace it with my presence. Someone who has GIVEN you the moments to talk about, the MATCHES to watch, and the RESPECT back that should be returned. Yeah, that's me. A rookie going out there for over twenty minutes each time and earning the respect of his opponent each time? Get the respect of the peers, the ones that I put on the sleeper hits of the show with...

... but none from management.

Simply? You want to over look me? Fuck off. I'm done playing corporate games where I try to bring people into the fold to showcase, like I've done with that battle royale on this very show. I'm done answering the special education crowd just so they get their match. You want to over look? Soon you won't have a choice BUT to look. Need proof?

Watch me in the battle royale, you will see.

Book me at the house show, you will see.

Andrew Rose is your future in the pool of the "Big Names" you've signed since your inception... and it's high time that the future,

Becomes now."

The camera fades.

[andy]

Clip two, the camera comes into focus, a later part of the program.

"Here we are again. The second round. And... you know... It's honestly... very... hysterical, and sad, at the same time to me. Here I am... twenty four years young, bona-fide physique, un-paralleled ability and agility for a man my size, and the WANT to be here... not the HAVE to be here. When I came to you? I came with the ability to BUY your Tower, and your organization from you, without having to put up with the "Its not for sale" bullshit.

But, I didn't.

Why? Because I WANT to be GCW. I AM GCW. I am your new breed, your future... not these "former big names" you've signed and handed a position on a silver platter... oh no. Not at all... the very same names that you have to grab by the hand, and DRAG them in front of a camera, just to make sure they have some sort of build up, some sort of reasonings, to be in their handed out Championship matches. Matches, that I would have made. Promos that I wouldn't have to be FOUND to cut. Why?

It all comes back to the Want. The Want to be GCW, the absolute desire, the absolute drive. And the absolute SICKENING of the mockery that YOU make it.

But hey, it's simple. It's time I do something about it. It's time that I, the Future of GCW, step up, and make my claim. The only thing is..."

He steps up to the camera, the shadows covering his face again as he steps out of the light. He taps on the camera lens.

"Where are YOU to pay attention to YOUR roster, hm? Oh, which one am I talking to? Wallace? Angel? Banks? Hell, even Masters?

Where are you to pay attention to those that actually work for you instead of lay back and receive, hm?

I'm waiting. You have a House Show coming up.

You want the proof? I'll be there. Find an opponent... any one.

After all, we've also got my battle royale coming up for the big "Look and See" moment."

The camera fades.